"Bang!"

With a muffled sound, it shook open from mid-air, and the rock wall at the exit of the Journey to the West Cave was scraped off layers of stone chips, splashed on the weeds, and swept away a choking dust.

A ray of golden light flashed in the sky, and then turned into a sky full of blood.

Lao Zhu fell from the air and slammed into the ground, revealing a large pit about three inches deep.

At this time, he was like a murderous demon, blood stained his arms, legs, chest, and back, the white mane on the back of his head was cut in half, and an ugly blood mark appeared on his face, from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, looking hideous and terrifying.

The only difference was Lao Zhu's fangs, which seemed to have been corroded by strong acid, mottled and rusted, with green smoke emitting from them, and some unknown golden liquid dripping low.

That's not Lao Zhu's blood.

It's the Buddha's Sun Zhiqiang's.

Thirty meters away from Lao Zhu's landing, Sun Zhiqiang was standing motionless, although the Buddha beads in his hand had long been missing, and the smile on his face had completely disappeared, but the compassion in his eyes still set him off as the appearance of a monk who had attained the Tao.

If it weren't for the fact that there was an extra bloody hole in front of him that pierced through his chest and back, and was the size of a fist.

Sun Zhiqiang was holding a head that looked like a wild boar, which he had torn off from Lao Zhu's neck, but unfortunately, he couldn't really kill the mad pig.

Instead, he let the other party's fangs penetrate his heart.

Sun Zhiqiang was a little unwilling to lose.

He felt that it was because he had underestimated the enemy.

But at this moment, no matter how much unwillingness there is, it can only return to dust and dust to dust.

The next moment, Sun Zhiqiang's fat body fell to the ground with a bang, and his whole body returned to the sky.

From a certain point of view, Sun Zhiqiang's strength is not weaker than Yang Yuan, Xu Youbin and others, and his opponent is just a merger that does not seem to be threatening, and he deserves a big victory without suspense.

But in the end, he died at the hands of one person.

Of course, Lao Zhu also paid a very heavy price for this, at this time he was lying in a pool of blood, unable to move even a finger, as if the bones in his body were broken.

To make matters worse, he lost a head for it.

It is not only a head, but also contains his soul and spirit, once Lao Zhu's body dies in the future, he will not be able to enter reincarnation forever because of his incomplete soul.

A huge gap appeared on the back of his neck, the flesh was blurred, and the muscles and bones were broken, making the scalp tingle.

The lack of divine soul caused Lao Zhu to be a little confused at this moment, and the sequelae of Liang Xiaodu's secret method directly covered his eyes with a thick layer of dead gray calluses, almost making him blind.

In the battle with the Buddha Sun Zhiqiang, Lao Zhu did win, but it was a miserable victory.

Fortunately, he finally held the last line of defense behind Mo Xiaochuan and protected Liang Xiaodu's thoughtfulness.

Sun Zhiqiang's death also unlocked the secret method in Wu Cheng's mouth, so that the muscles in his neck that were about to burst finally relaxed, and Wu Cheng fell to the ground exhausted, like a fish about to die of thirst, breathing in the sweet air, with the fear of death in his eyes.

The next moment, a snow shadow swept past Wu Cheng and came to Lao Zhu for the first time.

Lao Zhu couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly, but he still showed a very ugly smile.

"I'm fine. ”

As soon as Lao Zhu opened his mouth, a waterfall of blood immediately surged down from the corner of his mouth.

But Lao Zhu himself seemed to be unaware.

He just felt that he should say something at this time, otherwise the crippled spirit would probably make him forget who the other party really was.

"The grilled fish you made is the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in my life. ”

Lao Zhu spoke very fluently, not because his injuries had eased, but because his five senses were gradually becoming alienated.

So he didn't be able to hear Derpy's reply to him.

Lao Zhu felt a little sleepy, his thinking began to become disordered, his world began to fall towards the boundless darkness, and he suddenly became a little scared.

He was afraid that if he slept on it, he would never see the light again.

If you are going to die in the next moment, then what should you say?

In a trance, he felt as if a cool breath had been crossed into his body, like a fresh breeze, which made people very comfortable.

Although this is only a drop in the bucket for those organs that have been damaged.

But it gave Lao Zhu time for the last sentence.

At this time, he had no way to think and no way to restrain himself, so he followed his instinct and said the most important thing to say to the gray outline in front of him.

"It is the greatest honor of my life to like you. ”

When the words fell, Lao Zhu completely closed his eyes.

He's still alive, but he doesn't know when he'll wake up again.

Until the last moment, the last three sentences he left were for Liang Xiaodao.

Although the latter two sentences have the same effect in terms of the structure of words and sentences, the meanings expressed are very different.

Liang Xiaodao looked at Lao Zhu, who had fallen into a severe coma, and a touch of sadness quietly rose from her heart, crossed the corners of her eyes, and quietly fell on Lao Zhu's bloody chest.

"You'll be fine, your lord will be here soon......"

Liang Xiaodao's voice was like a whisper, and the emerald green glow in her hand was still tirelessly injected into Lao Zhu's body, guarding his remaining vitality.

Xiang Yang and the others, who had woken up from the heart barrier, also quickly gathered around Lao Zhu.

Someone suggested that everyone carry Lao Zhu to the cave to recuperate, but Liang Xiaodao objected.

"He's in a terrible situation right now, and he probably won't last long, so I'll send him to the adults. ”

After that, Liang Xiaodao gently hugged Lao Zhu in his arms and carried him to the entrance of the cave.

From a distance, such a scene is undoubtedly a bit comical, like a little white rabbit carrying a brown bear.

But after all, Liang Xiaodao is an orthodox demon in the mountains and seas, and her strength, of course, cannot be measured by ordinary people.

But she didn't think that this was not the worst-case scenario.

Before she returned to the Westward Journey Cave with Lao Zhu in her arms, another figure appeared in the air unexpectedly.

The man didn't look very old, and there were no wrinkles on his face, but his eyes showed a deep decay that had seen everything in the world.

The green tendons crisscrossed his neck, then stretched upwards like vines, and finally converged on the top of his forehead, forming two short horns that looked a little ugly, and the pride in his eyes became more and more unstoppable.

"What a bunch of rubbish. ”

The man only said one sentence, so the heavens and the earth changed color, and a terrifying wave of qi fell from the sky, directly smashing down on the soldiers of the second MSS led by Xiang Yang.

Rumble!

A wave of flame burst out of the crowd, instantly turning the two closest people into charcoal, Xiang Yang screamed, and a tongue of fire ignited on his body, quickly enveloping half of his face in it.

Xiang Yang subconsciously rolled down to the ground, but it seemed that he couldn't extinguish the heavenly fire, and could only struggle in despair.

Screams rang out from all directions, turning the place into a hell on earth, scorching the soil that had already dried up.

Liang Xiaodao looked back and saw a line of fire coming straight at him.

The speed of the fire is so fast that there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to retreat.

She subconsciously put down Lao Zhu and wanted to step forward to resist the firelight, but suddenly her arms sank and her body staggered.

The next moment, Lao Zhu, who had already lost consciousness, stood up, and once again, with his huge body, stopped in front of Liang Xiaodu.

With a violent bombardment sound, the skin and flesh on Lao Zhu's chest were completely burned into ashes, and Sensen's white bones were also dyed charcoal-colored, and they were shattered when touched.

Only the blood light in the chest cavity was still beating slightly, as if provoking the supreme divine might.