"Wei Tuo, do you want to continue to resist?" The Demon King of Xingtian stood in the cold twilight, his tall figure majestic like a mountain. And in his hoarse and deep voice, in addition to the pride in the sky, there was also a trace of contempt and pity.

Wei Siyang was crawling in the dirt at Xingtian's feet, his clothes were torn, and blood was dripping from his body. It's golden blood. The golden blood beads, in the deep twilight, are bright and dazzling, like dewdrops that have just met the sun in the early morning and have not had time to melt.

"Golden Blood?" Xingtian lowered his head and looked at Wei Siyang who was struggling in the dirt, "Wei Tuo, this is your incorruptible body? In my eyes, you are as fragile as a baby. Where's your Buddha? What about your golden pestle that swept away the evil spirits in the world?" Xing Tian suddenly stretched out his foot and rubbed Wei Siyang's cheek with the muddy soles of his shoes.

"You were originally the first protector of the Buddha in front of the Buddha, and you were also known as the first warrior in the Three Realms. Xing Tian raised his head and looked at the sunset on the horizon, and there seemed to be a trace of loss in his voice. "Ten thousand years ago, Shakyamuni entered Nirvana under the twin trees of Saura, and the bright red Sara double flowers flew all over the sky. I let my men take the opportunity to rob his bones, intending to immerse him in the dark river of the sky, so that he will never be reborn. It's you, Veto. It was you who stood at the foot of Lingshan, one person, a demon pestle, and fought alone against the 30,000 demon army under me. From early morning to dusk, you didn't take a step back. In the end, none of my 30,000 demon troops survived, and all of them died under your golden pestle. In the end, you still snatched Shakyamuni's bones back to Lingshan. So brave, so courageous. At that time, you could be called the first god of war in the three realms of immortals and Buddhas in heaven and earth. ”

Xing Tian stretched out his right hand and lifted Wei Siyang's whole person up. Wei Siyang's eyes were full of red silk, and his faint breath seemed to stop at any time. Xing Tian stared into his eyes, and his tone was full of anger and incomprehension, "Today, ten thousand years later, it is still you who stand in front of me. But in my eyes, what's the difference between you and an ant?" Xing Tian grabbed Wei Siyang's fingers and slowly let go one by one, and Wei Siyang fell heavily to the ground again.

"Tell me, Veto. What are you doing so desperately? What makes you have no fear of being crushed and broken, and you will never back down when your soul is scattered. Just for your hypocritical Buddha? Or is it this absurd and abusive world? This vain world has not let you down to the fullest? Is it worth your desperate protection? Well, are you just for the epiphany that has been blooming in your heart?" Xing Tian looked up to the sky, his eyes full of ridicule and ridicule. "Can you tell me, Vedas, what are you for?"

"Okay, then I'll tell you. ”

A voice suddenly sounded, although this voice was weak like a cold wind and autumn leaves, but the tone was as firm as Mount Tai in the rain. I don't know when, Wei Siyang, who has been dying, suddenly stood up slowly.

His clothes were all in tatters, and he stood up naked. Standing in that pool of golden blood, bronzed skin, glistening in the setting sun.

Xing Tian looked at Wei Siyang in surprise, his face full of doubt and shock. "Wei Tuo, you were broken by my Yunge Zhen Requiem, and your limbs were cut off by my Five Thunder Heavenly Demon Hands, and you also let my worry-free giant axe chop off your head, even if you are not bad in Vajra, you should have been wiped out a long time ago. Why are you still able to stand up?"

Wei Siyang slowly raised his head, and his handsome face was extremely confident and strong. *'s body stands tall and tall like a big tree.

The golden beads of blood that flowed all over the ground suddenly seemed to have life. They began to roll around, and then flew up from the ground one by one. Circling and dancing around Wei Siyang's side, it was like a sudden golden rain.

There was an earth-shattering loud sound, and the flying blood beads suddenly condensed, condensing into a piece of golden armor on Wei Siyang's body. In the golden light in the sky, Wei Siyang revealed the true body of the protector of the Vedic General. The Vajra Demon Pestle, which was shattered to the ground, suddenly returned to its original state in an instant, shattered the dust, and flew back to Wei Siyang's hands.

Wei Siyang raised his hand, and the Vajra Demon Descending Pestle trembled slightly, rippling out a circle of golden rays, pointing directly at the Heavenly Demon Lord standing in the evening breeze.