The Broken Sky Corridor, the place where countless gods once fell in the War of the Gods, is also the place where it was once cursed by the gods!

The aura here is thin, before the Heavenly Court is not destroyed, it is very difficult for the living beings here to break through the immortal tribulation, and now in the era when the entire Three Realms are blooming and all the heroes are rising together, it is also very obscure here, even worse than before!

Wang Hu stood in the clouds and raised his eyes to look into the distance, small rivers and big rivers that had not appeared before were all over the entire Broken Sky Corridor, and in the area near these rivers, whether it was a high mountain or a town, all became barren at this moment, and there was no grass!

Even Wang Hu saw a big river passing through the former Treasure Elephant Country, and the capital of the Treasure Elephant Country, which was also regarded as a first-class city in the Broken Heaven Corridor during the Journey to the West, has been completely deserted at the moment, and there are only some old and weak people who really can't walk in it to survive hard, or they are silently waiting for death!

Along the way, it seemed that the mortals in the entire Broken Heaven Corridor and even some monks with lower cultivation were fleeing in all directions, but where could they escape in the end, Wang Hu could see clearly in the sky, the black rivers had already divided and surrounded the entire Broken Heaven Corridor, and they could only flee from a place where their vitality was cut off to another place where their vitality was even more severe!

Their fate has long been sealed, and if nothing happens, no one can escape the outcome of death!

"Huh!" Suddenly, Wang Hu, who was moving forward, moved his footsteps and looked towards a town below!

At this moment, in the very center of the town, a towering altar looks very conspicuous!

Of course, this is not the place that attracts Wang Hu's attention the most, what attracts Wang Hu the most is that on this altar, a bald monk who is chanting sutras extremely devoutly, looking at him like this, this guy should be asking for rain!

This bald monk is none other than Xuanzang, who was captured by Ao Qing, the leader of the Blackwater Legion!

More than 200 years ago, Wang Hu protected Xuanzang by walking to the Heishui River at the junction of Xiniu Hezhou and the Broken Sky Corridor, and finally the black water mutated and swallowed Xuanzang into it!

Wang Hu originally wanted to go back to the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons to find a chance to rescue, but he didn't expect to be trapped in the Heavenly Canyon by the black knife, and he was trapped for more than two hundred years!

Of course, he has never worried about Xuanzang's life, this guy is a saint, even if he professes himself to become a mortal, it is not so easy to really die.

But no matter how he thought about it, he never imagined that this holy monk would run to the Broken Sky Corridor to ask for rain for others today, more than two hundred years later!

"What kind of place is this?" Wang Hu was a little curious in his heart, and at the same time felt a little guilty about Xuanzang, he had said that he would protect Xuanzang all the way south, but Xiniu Hezhou had not finished walking, and he ended up without a problem!

In a flash, Wang Hu landed at the gate of this small city, raised his head and looked at the sign above the city gate, and suddenly saw three big gray characters: "Fengxian City"

"Well, why is this name familiar?" Wang Hu muttered to himself, but instantly thought of the origin of this name, a difficulty that is not too famous in Journey to the West, Fengxian County begging for rain!

"Maybe that's why Xuanzang is here? In the dark, I want him to finish the ninety-nine eighty-one difficulties in Journey to the West?" Wang Hu looked up at the sky, of course, the sky was blue, he didn't see the reason, let alone where the so-called providence was?

Wang Hu stepped into the city, and when he saw the earth that was cracked to the extreme, the surrounding houses were dilapidated, and in the front and corners of some houses, you could see dying old people everywhere, or corpses that had long been dead!

Although Wang Hu had seen such scenes everywhere in the sky before, but at this moment, he suddenly had a different understanding, and it was only at this time that he truly understood Taishang Laojun!

In the Heavenly Court Era, although Taishang Laojun suppressed many Tianjiao's path to sanctification with the holy power of Wuwei, it also protected the lowest mortals living in the Three Realms, the world of gods and demons.

But with the destruction of the Heavenly Court, the entire Three Realms lost the protector god Taishang Laojun, first the demon god slaughtered the world, and then those demons and monsters hidden in the shadows lost their restraints and ran out, and now they have to add this weird and anti-sky Blackwater Army!

When Wang Hu walked to the city of this small city, he suddenly saw a scene that touched him greatly, Xuanzang sat on the high platform and meditated on the Dharma, wearing official robes under the high platform, it should be a middle-aged man of the county guard with all the old, weak, sick and disabled people in the whole city who can still move and kneel down below, worshipping heaven and earth with a pious expression!

In front of them, the tablets of the Three Qings, the Four Sages, the Western Heavenly Buddha, the Bodhisattva of the South China Sea, and almost all the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were placed on the ground.

However, Wang Hu knew that at this moment, more than half of these gods and Buddhas in the rankings were already unable to protect themselves, and the rest were also fighting for their beliefs in their hearts or their qualifications to continue to live, how could they save them!

Although there are all kinds of sufferings in the world, but at this moment, except for themselves passing by, no one seems to really see their suffering, and they can't expect themselves to be a monster to save the suffering!

"That's not right!" Wang Hu thought of this, suddenly woke up, raised his head and looked at Xuanzang on the high platform and sighed: "If you say that you care about the life and death of these mortals, maybe he is the only one!"

"Master Xuanzang, how are you begging for rain?" At this moment, the county guard who had been kneeling down suddenly stood up tremblingly and shouted towards the high platform!

On the high platform, Xuanzang sighed secretly, raised his head and looked at the cloudless sky and shook his head, the result is self-evident!

"Master, no matter what, everyone in my Fengxian County has thanked the mage, but you haven't eaten for three days and three nights until today, why don't you come down and rest first, I have prepared some food for you, you can eat first!"

"No, the poor monk has not made an inch, how can he have the face to eat your life-saving rations!" Xuanzang sighed again after speaking: "As the old saying goes, sincerity is spiritual, I think as long as I pray sincerely, I will definitely be able to move the Buddha of the West Heaven and rain down, now there is no rain falling, maybe my sincerity is not enough, I will continue to persevere!"

"Master, don't ask those bald donkeys in the West Heaven, haven't those bald donkeys been suppressed by you under the Lingshan? Even the ancient Buddha of the burning lamp has been beaten by you and dare not show his head, what's the use of you begging them!" Wang Hu listened to it for a long time, and finally couldn't listen anymore, raised his head and shouted at Xuanzang!

"En?" Xuanzang was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Wang Hu, but finally frowned and wondered: "Why do you call me master this donor?

(End of chapter)