Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

The clouds were swirling, and a figure dressed in Buddhist robes stood on them, quickly fleeing towards the west of Daxia.

Even though they were far away, Sun Wukong could still see the heart-pounding black fog.

He had a bad feeling.

bass--

"Second senior brother, be careful!"

Sha Wujing flew sideways and used his body to block the poisonous needle attacking Zhu Bajie.

Like Zhu Bajie, in order to adapt to the black fog, he also gave up his Taoist fruit and fell into the demon world.

The poison needle pierced into his body, and strange black lines instantly covered his entire body, making his body, which was already covered with bloodstains, look even more hideous.

"Junior brother!"

Zhu Bajie's eyes were bloodshot, he was also covered with wounds, there was no trace of Buddha's light around him, instead, there was evil fog everywhere.

He has fallen from the realm of gods and become a demon again.

Around the two men, there were dozens of monster corpses lying, and many of them were directly beaten into a bloody mist by the two men.

But the number of monsters seemed endless. When one died, another would take its place.

He was at the end of his rope.

Sha Wujing's voice was intermittent and his breath quickly weakened.

"Second Brother...when I die, you can use my body as a shield. I am a golden-bodied Arhat, so my body should still be able to...protect you for a while.

You must hold on until the eldest brother comes. If he sees that we are dead, he will definitely be sad.

This time, there is no way to ask the King of Hell to draw up a book of life and death."

Sha Wujing's mouth curled up, and black lines had already appeared on his cheeks, making him look hideous and ferocious.

His eyes dimmed and the corners of his mouth hardened.

Zhu Bajie clearly saw that the black fog was devouring his soul, destroying it bit by bit.

"Junior brother—hold on, you must hold on!!"

Zhu Bajie roared, two lines of tears rolled down his eyes, he turned into a pig demon and carried Sha Wujing on his back.

He wanted to go back and ask Queen Mother of the West to save Sha Wujing's soul, but when he looked around, he saw red-eyed monsters staring at him everywhere.

Those crazy monsters seemed to know that the two were at the end of their strength, and they surrounded them with bloodthirsty eyes.

"Get the fuck out of my way, you bastards!"

Zhu Bajie roared angrily and rushed out with all his strength. He didn't know how much time had passed. The scars on his body kept appearing one after another, and he was numb from the pain.

"You won't die, Sha Wujing, do you hear me? You definitely won't die, hold on!"

Sha Wujing did not move, the fire of his soul had long been extinguished by the black fog.

The dead can no longer die.

Zhu Bajie seemed unaware and just rushed out desperately, but he took all the attacks directed at Sha Wujing.

But the monsters surrounded him more and more tightly, and he couldn't break through at all.

The sharp claws slashed towards Sha Wujing's body. Seeing this, Zhu Bajie quickly turned around and used his body to take the attack for the other party.

The sharp claws scratched and the skin and flesh were instantly torn apart.

This seemed to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he finally fell to the ground, exhausted.

Zhu Bajie protected Sha Wujing tightly, allowing the attack to fall on himself, with two lines of blood and tears rolling down from his eyes.

"Junior brother, it's my fault that I'm incompetent. It's my fault that I failed to protect you!"

Zhu Bajie let out his final wail, Zhu Bajie, oh Zhu Bajie, who cares if you are Marshal Tianpeng? In the end, you are just a stupid pig who can't even protect your own brothers!

"Wu Jing, wait for me, Old Pig. I'll be right there with you. This way, we two brothers will have a companion on our journey to the underworld."

The black fog was tormenting his spirit, the monster was devouring his flesh, and he was about to die, a miserable and tragic death.

"Idiot, Lao Sha!!"

Zhu Bajie raised his head with difficulty, and with one swipe of his stick, dozens of demons were reduced to ashes.

It was a figure wearing a golden cassock, his eyes full of disbelief.

He was already running towards here at the fastest speed in his life, why couldn't he catch up?

"Master, Senior Brother, I'm sorry, Lao Sha and I may have to... go ahead. You and Master must take good care of yourself and help me see what the future of Da Xia will look like.

Don't look so sad. Think positively. From now on... no one will bother you anymore.

I’m not going to talk anymore, I’m a little sleepy.”

Zhu Bajie's voice became smaller and smaller, until finally, he lowered his head and was silent.

It was a dead pig demon that had been gnawed to the point of exposing its bones. Under the pig demon was Sha Wujing, whose body was still intact.

In the black fog, countless scarlet eyes stared at the two corpses with eager eyes.

"Get out, damn it! Get away from them!"

Sun Wukong had never been so anxious before. He raised his golden cudgel and swung it hard, smashing countless demons into pieces.

The three souls are destroyed and the seven spirits no longer exist.

The two of them couldn't be deader.

"what--!!!"

Sun Wukong was filled with grief and hatred. He looked up to the sky and let out a long roar. Demonic energy surged out of his body, washing over the golden robes on his body.

He hates!

He hated his own incompetence!

He had clearly achieved success, so why, why couldn't he save his fellow apprentice!

Fighting Buddha, Fighting Buddha, what kind of Buddha are you!

He tore at his own head, mad with hatred.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the pairs of scarlet eyes in the black fog.

"It's you!"

Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot and his Buddhist robes were shining with golden light, but nothing could suppress his murderous intent.

"kill!!!"