"Who's that?"

Around the altar, a creature asked tremblingly.

"The undead. ”

Someone replied, with fear in his voice.

This kind of power is so terrifying that they can't even move.

"That's the undead"

When Sun Wukong heard these conversations, he became more and more curious.

The figure of the undead walked towards the altar alone, and the chain under his feet was forged from something unknown, looming and exuding a sense of antiquity.

"The anklet is a treasure that the undead have had since birth. ”

The shopkeeper said, "It's a symbol of eternity." ”

Isn't eternity a slave

Sun Wukong thought of the villain he saw in the totem.

The undead in front of him walked farther and farther, his anklets crisp and pleasant, pointing to the altar.

The totems on the ground appeared one after another, and the entire giant peak trembled.

As he walked away, the spells that bound everyone faded away.

"The Undead"

Suddenly, a creature rushed towards the undead.

"I want you to pay it back with blood"

He roared loudly, but before he got closer, the blood flashed, and the creature turned into a rain of blood and fell to the ground, destroying all of his body.

The crowd was shocked.

"This is not a place for you to be presumptuous. ”

The undead didn't reply.

He walked to the top of the altar, facing the white egg, and a blood-colored fairy fruit appeared in his hand.

The immortal fruit was crystal clear, exuding a surging breath of life, as if the life of countless worlds was condensed.

"Blood for blood, world for world"

The undead raised their hands and said, "I did it"

With a bang, the fairy fruit pierced through all obstacles and flew up.

Blood-colored lightning slashed down, and the sea of blood rushed, and the waves engulfed the altar in an instant.

"What is he doing"

Sun Wukong asked.

"Awaken the land. ”

The shopkeeper said, "This land belongs to them." ”

A torrent of blood engulfed the altar and trickled down the stairs to the feet of the people.

Everyone looked over, and corpses were floating in the sea of blood, old and young, countless people, and the whole land was mourning.

The vast sea of blood, endless corpses, such a scene shocked everyone.

This is a sea of blood created by the creatures of an unknown number of worlds.

On the altar, white eggs shed light, silently illuminating the sea of blood.

Immediately afterward, it began to spew out a blinding light, and the sea of blood suddenly stopped spreading, and flew up against the current, towards the egg.

That egg was like a black hole, and it quickly absorbed the sea of blood, and even the fairy fruit was absorbed.

After absorbing the fairy fruit, the white egg turned into a blood color and floated on the altar without any change.

"No"

The undead took a step back.

The fairy fruit in his hand had dried up, he looked up at the egg in the sky, and suddenly shed tears, saying, "After all, it's still not good?"

"Still doesn't work?"

He raised his head and suddenly laughed, "Aren't we going back?"

The laughter was full of sadness and despair.

Billions of years have been a long journey, overcoming obstacles, betraying compatriots, and stealing a life under the eyes of His Holiness, just to revive this world.

But it still didn't work.

They can't go back.

"There's no going back."

The man laughed, madness in his laughter.

"I can't go back, why am I alive?"

As the words fell, he suddenly raised his right hand and hit his head with a bang.

A sprinkling of blood exploded, and the bodies of the undead fell.

The audience was shocked, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't believe it.

"He committed suicide. ”

Sun Wukong said.

"Why"

The shopkeeper's face was pale, this undead was his most important guest, how could he fail so easily.

Only Monkey King knows why.

"This land can't be saved, he can't go back to the sky. ”

Sun Wukong stepped out and walked towards the altar.

Along the way, he knew that the life of this land was dead, and it was impossible to revive it again.

If it had been ten million years earlier, perhaps the undead would have succeeded.

But this land has been waiting too long, and all the mechanisms that are ready to recover have failed.

Sun Wukong walked to the place where the undead fell.

The undead lay on the ground in a blur, flesh absorbed by the anklets.

"I see. ”

With a flash of golden light in Sun Wukong's eyes, he knew that the anklet was really a treasure of the undead.

It protects the souls of the undead, and over time, it can regenerate the undead.

But what's the point?

The anklet is not the six realms of reincarnation and will not erase his pain and memories.

No matter how long the life is, if the heart is dead, it is truly dead.

The most difficult person to defeat is oneself.

Sun Wukong stepped on the undead.

A person who stays in the past has no meaning to him.

He reached to the top of the altar and reached out to grasp the blood-colored egg.

At this moment, the heavenly power in his body emanated again, sweeping across the giant peak, and some of the startled creatures knelt on the ground.

"It also needs more power. ”

Sun Wukong picked up the golden hoop stick and flew up.

Everyone looked up.

Sun Wukong flew until he was high in the air before stopping.

"The land is dead. ”

Sun Wukong's gaze swept over the ground, and then he raised the golden hoop stick and swung it down.

No matter how much hope there is, he can destroy it if necessary.