"Boom. ”

Three thunderbolts suddenly exploded over the flood wilderness.

"What's going on?" After the thunder, countless Terrans reached out to brush the tears on their cheeks. They looked up at the sky, felt the inexplicable sadness in their hearts, and asked their own questions.

Although they were puzzled, no one could answer them for them. There are only some old antiques, and there is a faint guess that the great sages of the human race have fallen. But the specific things can't be said. However, everyone felt the heavy breath of the coming storm!

In the midst of the Divine Capital, the Academy of Flames.

The sky is full of glow, the ceiling falls dreamily, the golden lotus flowers on the earth are like a fairyland, under the praise of Tianyin, this quiet river is like a fairy secret land.

Listening to the explosion in the sky, Li Jing stood up suddenly, looking up at the sky with tears in his eyes. He looked at the huge meteor that fell from the sky and made a choked voice: "Senior brother, let's go." Terran, never give in!"

As he spoke, he couldn't hold back any longer, tears running down his cheeks.

Over Loulan, the nine-day battlefield.

In the void, the wind was fierce, whistling past the two of them. Cangjie Books slowly fell from the void in a scattered manner, and there were blood stains on it, filled with desolation and tragedy!

"Roar, Master. Sun Wukong looked at the bright streamer on the sky, the desolate and falling Cangjie book. He burst into tears, holding the golden rod high in his right hand and letting out a roar that shook the sky. In the midst of his rage, his whole body was wrapped in a golden flame, and the avenue behind him slowly condensed, as if it was about to be completely condensed.

In the void, Cangjie Shu emitted a faint white light, and the mighty river of fate suddenly appeared, crossing the void. Fate flows, shining like a galaxy of stars. Under the traction of Cangjie Shu, two starlights were pulled from the river of fate.

This is Cangjie's last gift. It was also the last thing he did for Sun Wukong.

The starlight grows from small to large, turning into two majestic figures. A Monkey King wearing a broken battle armor, an unyielding face, and a proud posture. A man wearing an eight-treasure robe sat on a lotus platform, with a holy and peaceful face. After they appeared in the void, they flew towards Sun Wukong without hurrying.

"Have you ever let it go?" Dou Sheng's body was full of Buddha light, forming a huge wheel of light behind him. He sat cross-legged in the void. He stared at Sun Wukong with a peaceful face, pinched the Buddha with a golden lotus in his hand and asked in a calm and peaceful voice.

"I haven't picked it up, so I can't put it down. Sun Wukong's eyes were red, as if carved from a ruby. With a hideous face, he stared unyieldingly at the peaceful Dou Victory Buddha, baring his teeth and shouting.

"Good, you've finally come to your senses. The expression on the face of the Fighting Buddha became more and more peaceful, and he looked at Sun Wukong calmly. There was a relieved smile on his face.

The three corpses are one, and my way has been completed.

"Have you ever regretted it?" The Monkey King stood proudly in the void, wearing a tattered battle robe, showing his unyielding fate. His face was full of warlike intent, and his eyes flashed with a glint staring at Sun Wukong's eyes, and asked.

"There is no regret about going west to Shenzhou to learn art, no regrets about making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and no regrets about killing endless aliens. There are no regrets in this life when you enter the Spirit Mountain. I have no regrets in my life!" Sun Wukong stared for a moment. Eyes said firmly.

All his life, although he was adrift and lonely. However, there are no regrets in this life!

In this way, there is no regret in a lifetime, and there is nothing to fear. When the Monkey King heard this, he looked up to the sky and laughed wildly. He looked at all directions. Then he lowered his head slightly and looked at Sun Wukong's appearance, and laughed.

"Good, I deserve the Tao today. When the Buddha heard this, the smile on his face was even greater. He looked around with peaceful eyes and folded his hands together to make a Buddhist salute. A relieved smile appeared on his face. After that, he turned into a golden Buddhist mark and sank into the center of Sun Wukong's eyebrows.

"Don't forget our name, Monkey King should be fearless!" Monkey King smiled and watched the Buddha disappear. He glanced deeply at Sun Wukong and said firmly. As he spoke, he also followed closely behind, turning into a war-word god pattern and submerging into Sun Wukong's body.

With the incarnation of the two falls, he was led back from the river of fate by Cangjieshu. Sun Wu's air swelled, and a monstrous storm appeared out of thin air in the void, like a huge whirlpool that destroyed the world. There is a Buddhist imprint flickering at the center of his eyebrows, and his body is densely covered with dark golden divine patterns, and his golden body is shining with immortal divine light, and the whole person seems to be made of divine gold, immortal and immortal.

"I'm Monkey King, I'm back!" Sun Wukong's eyes reflected two immortal golden lights, and the golden light was like two divine weapons penetrating the Nine Heavens and piercing through the Netherworld.

He held the golden hoop rod in his hand, staring at the void with a cold face, and the avenue behind him was completely condensed. The wind and clouds converged at his feet, and a gorgeous altar of nine feet and nine inches appeared!

The altar as a whole is dark gold, very similar to his avenue. The divine patterns on it wandered, demonstrating the most mysterious avenue philosophy in the world, and mortals saw the heart and spirit shattered. He stepped on the altar of the saint's karma and stood in the dark golden avenue, and his whole person was like an immortal god of war!

When Sun Wukong became sanctified, the sky shook, the glow was ten thousand ways, and the purple qi was vast for hundreds of millions of miles. The entire Dongsheng Shenzhou can witness this vision.

However, at this time, no one on the battlefield cared about the impact of this battle.

Li Junhao looked at the scene of Sun Wukong's sanctification, and caught a glimpse of the Cangjie book slowly falling from the void, and the Cangjie book lost its previous divine light, dim and sad.

"Is it really worth it?" he said, trembling his hands, as he took the Cangjie book that was slowly floating towards him. He stared at Cangjieshu, caressing the undried blood on it, tears flashing in his eyes, and said in a trembling voice.

He himself didn't know whether this sentence was asking the fallen Cangjie or himself. For the sake of the Terrans, I can really make such a determination. If it is himself, can he die generously like Cangjie!

He stared at the dazzling bloodstains on the Cangjie book, and his eyes were confused. Is this faith, a faith belonging to the human race?

"Terran, never give in!"

He held Cangjieshu tightly with both hands, staring at the dazzling bloodstains, and Cangjie's resolute face was vividly visible.

"Emperor Wa, my old grandson is back!" Sun Wukong stepped into the position of a saint, and the whole person was shrouded in fog, which made people unreal. His eyes flashed with unyielding fighting intent, staring at the void and making a declaration of return.

The battle has just begun!

"Evil obstacles, I really think that I can challenge the deity when I first enter the realm of saints. "The face of Emperor Wa appeared above the sky. Her face was calm and waveless, and her eyes looked at the sanctified Monkey King without the slightest emotion.

She is about to really set foot in the realm of Hedao, and Sun Wukong, who has just become a saint, also wants to prevent himself from attaining the Tao, which is really a joke.

Although Bai Suzhen was a little surprised that Sun Wukong was still able to set foot in the saint position after the fall of the three corpses, it was not too worthy of attention for herself who had reached the peak of the flood wilderness.

Although the difference between a saint and a fellow is only one step, it is a world of difference.

"Fight!" Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and a somersault flew into the starry sky.

He is the Monkey King who has no fear and no regrets, and he is fearless even in the face of Hedao, not to mention an Emperor Wa who is moving towards Hedao!

Li Junhao held the Cangjie book in his hand, his eyes slightly closed, and he froze in place. He raised his head slightly, looking up at the trembling starry sky above the firmament, the shattered primeval stars.

"Destiny is like a river, and providence is like a knife. In this battle, there are no regrets in life and death. Li Junhao held the Cangjie book in his hand, and his face suddenly calmed down. He bowed his head slightly, his eyes flickered, looking at Liu Chengcheng and Yan Shisan who looked worried below, and his heart was full of war.

"Haha, it's wonderful to be able to fight a saint in this life. He flew into the starry sky outside the sky, and the coffin of heaven behind him suddenly opened, and the mighty breath of fate turned into an endless river across the void, extending to the endless vast starry sky.

Li Junhao's eyebrows opened and closed, and a long knife was pregnant in it.

This is a terrible long knife forged with fate, and it is a terrible divine weapon forged with heaven's will. The long knife is out of its sheath, and the sun and moon have no light.

Below, in the city of Loulan.

In the center of Loulan City, there is a small valley surrounded by mountains. The valley is not large, about tens of square kilometers. Among them, mountain springs and flowing water, strange flowers and beasts, are innumerable.

On the cliff on the east side of the valley floor, there is a tall statue of the goddess. The statue as a whole is as crystal as jade, and it is dressed in a luxurious long skirt, like a dress, and like a battle armor. The goddess bowed her head peacefully to Loulan, holding a nine-zhang gossip platform in front of her chest with both hands.

Underneath the statue stands a tall, beautiful woman. She was dressed in a dark red robe, with two white arms like lotus roots, and in her right hand she held a human-high golden scepter, above which was a fist-sized, brilliant blue gem.

She stared at the goddess, her watery eyes full of solemnity, sweat on the bridge of her high nose, and a little worry on her crystal jade cheeks.

The high priest of Loulan looked up at the increasingly fierce battle in the sky, and his heart was terrified. She didn't know when the battle would reach Loulan and turn her beautiful hometown into ruins. In the face of a saint-level battle, the goddess has not returned, what can Loulan do to stop it?

"The stars fall, and the mountains and rivers have no light. The tears of the goddess, turning into a dragon in the sky. The high priest held aloft the scepter and prayed helplessly to the statue of the goddess.

The scepter detached from the high priest's right hand and slowly rose into the air, and the azure gem radiated a luster like the sea, enveloping the entire Loulan in it.

"Moan. A dragon roared, shocking the nine heavens, and the entire Loulan City began to tremble.

"Hey. Receiving platform, leading to the sky. The gate of the starry sky, the ancient land of mountains and seas. The statue of the goddess opened her eyes, revealing two blue eyes that looked like clear springs. She let out an inexplicable sigh as she looked at the increasingly fierce battle in the sky.

She held a pair of jade arms high, and the gossip in her palms flowed, pregnant with immeasurable divine light. Then, the divine light rose into the sky, turning into a pillar of black and white light that penetrated the sky and the earth. The divine light passed through the vast sea of stars, stepped on the ancient road of the starry sky for a long time, and finally descended to the ancient land known as the mountains and seas.

Today, it's called Earth! )

PS: Thank you for the sad and lonely 1888 tip, and the 100 tip for the mechanical fight. (づ￣3￣)づ╭?～。 The second watch followed.