The death of the monkey caused the entire Curse Demon Hall to fall silent for a long time, without the pursuit of the star monster, the White Dragon God continued to pull the Curse Demon Hall towards the direction of the Pure Land, they were getting closer and closer to the Pure Land, but they didn't see anyone who would be in a better mood because of this.

The pig fell asleep again, and the boy was still with Tang Wuming, and Tang Wuming was protecting the little carp in his arms, except for chatting with her sometimes, more time Tang Wuming was immersed in the curse of the Heavenly Scripture.

According to the boy, when the Cursed Doom King first created the Cursed Doom Sutra, it was originally called the First Curse Immortal Sutra, which means the first Immortal Sutra under the world, but later with the continuous improvement of this Immortal Sutra, the Cursed Doom King found that it could continuously evolve to a higher level, close to the Mandate of Heaven, and even could evolve to a higher level than the Heavenly Mandate-level scriptures, so he renamed him the Curse Doom Sutra.

The incomplete Curse Doom Sutra could not make Tang Wuming fully appreciate its mystery, and now although Tang Wuming had observed this Curse Sutra in the Curse Demon Hall for countless years, it was still only at the level of touching the threshold.

As soon as he touched the threshold of the Heavenly Scriptures, it was as if a Nirvana-level master had just touched the threshold of the Dao, and he began to have a vague understanding of this thing, but he was not able to use it.

Now, Tang Wuming has roughly determined his own speculation, the reason for his immortal reincarnation must be because of this curse doom heavenly scripture, ordinary dao cannot operate the curse demon body, only through the curse doom heavenly scripture, start to control the way of Qiankun, can make the curse demon body operate, and then become an immortal.

After countless years of research, coupled with the fact that Tong Zi taught himself to know the above pictures and texts, Tang Wuming was already able to roughly understand some curse scriptures, and his comprehension was very amazing. This may have something to do with the fact that he was really a cursed king in his previous life.

However, Tang Wuming had vaguely felt a long time ago that the reason why he had not been able to truly step into the threshold of the Curse Heavenly Scripture was that he still needed an opportunity, an opportunity that could make him unforgettable.

This time, Tang Wuming didn't know where to look for it, when the monkey died, he thought that his fate had come, and he thought that he could make the inspiration in his body burst through the death of the monkey. Then he learned the curse of the Heavenly Scripture to save the monkey, but in the end, Tang Wuming found that this experience was still not that chance, and it was still not unforgettable.

Tang Wusheng once again fell into the artistic conception of the curse Heavenly Sutra, this time I don't know how long it was, and in the end, it was the voice of the little carp that pulled Tang Wuming out of this artistic conception.

The little carp's voice was crying, as if he had encountered something sad, Tang Wuming walked out of the artistic conception, looking at the sad little carp, there was actually a faint feeling of pain in his heart.

"What's wrong. Why cry. ”

Tang Wuming stroked the little carp's head and asked gently.

The little carp didn't answer Tang Wusheng, he still kept crying, at this time Tang Wusheng faintly felt that something was wrong, he looked around for a while, and the scene he saw made him dumbfounded.

"Boy, Brother Pig. ”

Tang Wuming shouted, but no one answered, and then looked around the Curse Demon Palace. It was full of holes, as if it had experienced an extremely tragic war. The boy and the pig were gone, and there was still mottled blood on the deck, which had long since been dried, as if it had been countless years.

"Gone?"

Tang Wusheng was startled, and only then did he realize that the boy and the pig were missing, and the Curse Demon Hall did not know when it stopped advancing. Tang Wuming hurriedly ran to the bow of the boat, he saw a broken cold iron station, there was no trace of the White Dragon God in front of him, and one end of the iron rope was stained red with blood, which meant that the White Dragon God must have been attacked. And he was extremely badly injured.

"What's going on?"

Tang Wuming felt his whole heart cold, what the hell was going on, why did he just blink an eye, everything around him changed, and all his companions who passed through the riot galaxy from birth to death were all missing.

Ominous premonitions kept running through Tang Wuming's mind, he had already prepared for the worst, during the time he was in the Curse Heavenly Scripture Artistic Conception, it was very likely that they had encountered the Star River monster again.

This is a more tragic battle, the star monster besieged the cursed demon hall, in order to protect the cursed king, the boy and the pig fought to the death, and finally even the white dragon god who had never made a move also joined the battle, and then the situation was very willing to be a boy They desperately kept the curse demon hall, but they paid the price of their lives.

It is very likely that they are all dead, and they are buried in the riot galaxy, or they may have made some kind of agreement with the surrounding star monsters, and they will be taken away by the star monsters in exchange for the life of the cursed king.

However, Tang Wuming soon realized that the second speculation was not possible, because at this time, he saw countless never-before-seen star monster corpses floating in the galaxy around the Demon Temple, these corpses seemed to have been soaked for many years, and some of them had turned into huge white bones.

However, countless blood stained this galaxy red, and even after countless years, this galaxy is still blood-red.

Tang Wuming couldn't smell blood, only endless desolation and sadness, this was a wonderful journey, and it was also a journey that he would never forget.

He was even a little jealous of the cursed king, and he was able to meet so many friends in his life who were willing to go to the trouble for him and sacrifice their lives to save him.

Tang Wuming stood in the bow of the boat, in a mess everywhere, Tang Wuming took a deep breath, sadness was clearly written on his face.

The monkey died, and then the boy, the pig, and even the white dragon god left him one by one, and he was the only one left on the mottled demon hall, and the little carp whose nerves almost collapsed and kept sobbing.

At this time, Tang Wuming found that the eyes of the little carp were very bright and beautiful, but now the little carp didn't know how long she had been crying, her eyes had been swollen from crying, and they bulged high, as if they could never recover.

Tang Wuming didn't want to ask the little carp what happened, because this would only make the little carp feel more sad.

He held the little carp tightly in his arms, stroked her head, and used his memory to comfort her: "Don't worry, none of them are dead, we will definitely be able to see them again." ”

"Really?" The little carp suddenly stopped crying, her bulging eyes suddenly became clear and beautiful again, she believed Tang Wuming's words very much, and seemed to believe that Tang Wuming would not lie to her.

"Yes. Tang Wusheng nodded heavily: "Really, I won't lie to you." ”

"That's great. The little carp smiled happily, and then snuggled tightly in Tang Wuming's arms: "Now that there is no White Dragon God to pull us, can we still leave the galaxy and go to the Pure Land?"

Tang Wuming nodded again, and then assured the little carp: "Don't worry, I will definitely take you out of this murderous galaxy to find that pure land without killing." ”

"That's great. The little carp smiled happily again, and Tang Wuming also smiled, but Tang Wuming didn't realize that behind the little carp's smile, there was actually a trace of sadness and reluctance.

"Now that there is no White Dragon God, we can only rely on ourselves. Tang Wuming put the little carp down: "You stay on the boat obediently, I will go down to pull the Demon Temple, and I will soon be able to leave this riotous galaxy." ”

"Well, I'm also a little tired and want to sleep for a while. The little carp said, "You have to be careful, too." ”

"Don't worry. Tang Wuming patted his chest and promised: "You rest for a while, and when you wake up, what you see will definitely not be this murderous riot galaxy, but a paradise that you have never seen before." ”

"Yes. The little carp nodded contentedly.

Tang Wuming jumped onto the bow of the boat, then wrapped the iron rope in front of him around his body, he jumped off the galaxy and began to pull the curse demon hall forward in place of the White Dragon God.

The biting galaxy water constantly stimulated every inch of Tang Wuming's skin, making his whole body ache as if a knife cut, Tang Wuming clenched his teeth and didn't snort.

While looking at the Void Sky Star Map, he moved slowly and firmly forward, although the speed was as slow as a snail, but Tang Wuming did not give up, because he promised the little carp that he would definitely take her to that Pure Land, and at the same time, for the sake of the monkeys, he must also go to that Pure Land, although it was slow, although it was very difficult, but Tang Wuming believed that as long as he moved a little bit every time, he would definitely be able to reach the place he wanted to go, not to mention that there was another friend who was also waiting for him who could risk his life - ask Nutian.

Tang Wuming walked forward with difficulty in pulling the Curse Demon Palace, the little carp would talk to him at first, and he would also sing to him, but slowly the little carp stopped talking, and Tang Wuming was the only one who walked like a snail in the galaxy.

Tang Wuming knew that the little carp must have fallen asleep, she was too tired, and the scene of the boy and their battle against the star monster had already made the little carp physically and mentally exhausted.

Tang Wuming didn't bother the little carp, just kept walking forward, and finally, a light came from ahead, like a bright lamp, illuminating Tang Wuming's way forward.

"Pure Land. ”

Tang Wuming's heart was shocked, and when he heard the sound of life boiling over there, Tang Wuming was even more sure that it must be the Pure Land.

Tang Wuming was very happy, he wanted to share this joy with the little carp as soon as possible, he pointed to the direction of the light in front of him, and couldn't wait to shout to the little carp: "Little carp, don't sleep, look, we have arrived." ”

There was no answer.

Tang Wusheng smiled bitterly, it seems that this little guy is really tired: "The Pure Land has arrived." "Tang Wuming wants to wake up the little carp through the word Pure Land.

Still no answer.

Tang Wuming felt that the situation was not right, he threw away the iron rope like crazy, flew to the top of the demon hall, and found that the little carp had already become stiff, and he didn't know how many years he had been dead. (To be continued......)