Makkiji is now finally ready to abandon those seemingly burdensome beliefs and launch a special attack on the Nine-Winged Purple-Eyed Lion in the distance, and he wants to completely strangle the opponent here.

How strong is the seriousness of the problem that the shepherd talked about before, Bai who is standing beside him is naturally very clear, and the value of the Lion Camel City and the whole world is more important, and he can see it at a glance at this moment.

Although Sun Wukong's death is enough to make the reason in Mu Hei's heart be covered by anger, Mu Hei is not presumptuous, and he must make his current actions reasonable.

Otherwise, if someone pursues this in the future, then he will be worthless, but now he doesn't know why he is so angry. Is it just because of Monkey King?

That's right, Sun Wukong is the only goal of his trip to stay in the entire Lion Camel City for more than a hundred years, and it is also the last task left by his family master, so he must complete this task no matter what.

But who knows, just when Sun Wukong was about to succeed in cultivating, the other party ruined the success of his careful cultivation, which was not only rubbing down the hard work of the herd, but also tarnishing the belief of the head of the family.

The shepherd has always looked to the head of the family, and how can he not be angry when the faith of the head of the family is tarnished? So now he must use his own strength to thoroughly wash away the stain that has been smeared on his body.

After the aura condensed successfully, Mu Hei walked in the direction of the distance with steady steps, but at this moment, he suddenly saw Sun Wukong, who was lying on the ground not far away, suddenly changed.

The slight tremor on the body is deliberately proving that Sun Wukong's body is not completely dead, but everything that happened in front of Mu Hei and others before proves that Sun Wukong has indeed fallen into death.

And after that, everyone can clearly see that Sun Wukong's body stood up involuntarily, although his body was still full of weakness, but his eyes were full of life, but he was a little more angry than before.

"This, how is this possible? How is this stinky boy still alive after my devouring feather? Am I dazzled? The nine-winged purple-eyed lion opened its wings in surprise, but its mind was spinning rapidly, as if searching for answers.

But the next image told him the correct answer, only to see that in the sky not far away, a light blue halo was flying itself, and a few seconds later turned into invisibility and flew straight towards the ground.

The monks who had experienced several advances naturally knew very well what the picture that appeared in front of them was portending, but they were not optimistic about the Monkey King in front of them, after all, the strength of this Heavenly Tribulation with Wind Blades and Bone Erosion was extremely strong.

Even for a monk in a normal state, it is extremely difficult to endure the bone-eating pain of the Triple Wind Blade, let alone Sun Wukong's current weak state: "Now that the Heavenly Tribulation has come, it is simply sad." ”

"I see, Sun Wukong is definitely dead this time, experiencing the catastrophe in such a weak state, it is estimated that his soul will dissipate in an instant, it seems that this is the will of God, and the monster rebellion will eventually end in victory."

"I didn't expect that our last hope would also be completely wiped out in this abominable catastrophe, is it possible that our monks in Lion Camel City will face this kind of disaster? Is there no room for salvation? I don't believe it. ”

The monks were now engaged in a heated discussion about the situation in front of them, but their eyes were fixed on the invisible wind blades between the voids not far away, and they followed each other to gradually turn their gaze to the weakened body of Sun Wukong on the ground.

Sun Wukong's cheeks were full of exhaustion, and his body was full of scars, but he had not been soaked in blood like an ordinary monk, but the aura in his body had been completely dissipated in the previous attack of the Devouring Feather.

Although the Black Blood Palace still has a reserve of aura, it is very difficult to use it, without the aura of the White Blood Palace as a medium, rashly activating the power of the Black Blood Palace will definitely cause his body to be repulsed from the four major yin qi.

Even if the effect of this repulsion is not serious, it is very dangerous for him who is extremely weak at the moment, and he will definitely not let his precious vitality disappear so cheaply: "Is this sudden thing the Wind Blade?" ”

When Sun Wukong came here before, Mu Hei had told him that he must be careful of the arrival of the Heavenly Tribulation, for the monks who experienced the Heavenly Tribulation for the first time, that unbearable pain is definitely not something that can be curbed with aura.

Thinking of this, the corners of Sun Wukong's mouth were filled with a faint helplessness, and the smile mixed with this helplessness seemed to be calm about life when his life was in danger: "I didn't expect that I would experience this wind erosion catastrophe at such a time." ”

When Sun Wukong's words fell, the sharp wind blade had also arrived in front of him, and without hesitation, it directly penetrated Sun Wukong's body, and the three wind blades were extremely fierce, without the slightest mercy, as if they were going to completely tear Sun Wukong's body apart.

Every time the wind blade sweeps, most of the spiritual power between Sun Wukong's bones and bloodlines can be consumed, for monks, the existence of spiritual power is the basis for maintaining life, and the disappearance of spiritual power is a disguised herald of the dissipation of life.

Sun Wukong's body has not much spiritual power stored in his body, and it has become even less pitiful under the stimulation of this wind blade, but he has not yet completely fallen into the situation of death: "I feel that there is another mystery in this wind erosion tribulation. ”

"Eh, stinky boy, I didn't expect even God to help me, although you didn't die under the attack of my Devouring Light Feather, but this so-called Wind Eclipse Tribulation can also make you completely fall into the abyss of death, and even your soul will never return."

"This kind of result is simply perfect for you, after all, if a demonic genius like you in the cultivation world is allowed to survive, it will definitely become a disaster in the future, and for you, even the soul cannot have the slightest mercy."

"When your soul is gone, your body will become the best food for our demon beasts, and you will cease to exist in this world in the future, no one will remember your name, only someone will know this nine-winged purple-eyed lion, the king who once overturned the entire Lion Camel City."

The nine-winged purple-eyed lion looked at Sun Wukong not far away with excitement at the moment, and the expression on his cheeks was even more excited and difficult to contain, he was waiting for the moment when the wind blade completely shredded Sun Wukong's soul: "Stinky boy, your death is inevitable." ”

"Now, let's see how the ugly soul of this kid of yours disappears." The nine-winged purple-eyed lion said with contemptuous sarcasm.