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Chapter 1720 You are the man, I am the sky!
"Bajie!"

Zhu Bajie's body was like a balloon that had been stretched to its limit, and it exploded with devastating power in an instant.

A crack was blasted out of the pure white space, and the crack spread like a spider web and shattered into pieces.

"Bajie, you are not a coward, you are all good people!" Chen Ziang's eyes filled with tears, and tears welled up.

Chen Ziang only felt a flash of light in front of his eyes, and the scenery around him changed. He came out of the Tathagata's space and returned to Lingshan.

The former Lingshan Mountain has become a corpse mountain, and the bodies of dead monsters are everywhere, and the whole mountain is dyed red with blood!

The green dragon, the white tiger, and the dry beast all died tragically. Five of the eight demon kings slept on the ground forever, and the other three were taken as mounts by the gods and Buddhas.

Some of the Bodhisattvas, Arhats, and Gods and Buddhas also perished, and some perished due to the hard work of the monsters. Only half of them are still alive, but compared to the death and injury ratios of the monsters, it is much better.

Chen Zi'ang wiped the blood from his face, staring at the blood-red palm in a daze, Zhu Bajie would never come back.

That Zhu Bajie, who once stole ginseng fruit and looked forward to returning to Gaolaozhuang one day, never had the chance to see Cuilan again.

Zhu Bajie's suicide attack had no effect on Tathagata, and Tathagata's face wasn't even stained with blood at 01:30, let alone injured.

"Ah!!!" Sun Wukong's eyes were red, and his body was almost bursting with anger. He didn't break a single brother along the way, but he all died here when he reached Lingshan.

"Wukong, stop!" Chen Ziang suddenly shouted.

Sun Wukong looked at Chen Ziang suspiciously, Chen Ziang knelt down towards the Tathagata, and put his hands together in front of his chest.

"Tang Seng, are you wrong?" The Tathagata looked at Chen Ziang with a half-smile.

Chen Ziang gritted his teeth and nodded, Sun Wukong stared in surprise, he couldn't believe that Chen Ziang was willing to bow his head to the Tathagata to admit his mistake.

"Buddha, I am willing to let the Buddha deal with it, and I am willing to go to the eighteen layers of hell in exchange for Wukong's way of life."

"Ha ha ha ha!!"

The surrounding Bodhisattvas and Arhats all laughed. The laughter was so harsh that Chen Ziang should not hear it despite all the humiliation.

He is not afraid, but seeing the apprentices who have come along the way die one by one, there is too much bitterness in his heart.

They all died for themselves!
Even if there is still a glimmer of hope, Chen Zi'ang will still lose both in the battle with Tathagata, but there is no hope. It would be better to trade his own death for Sun Wukong to survive. This is the only thing he can do for Sun Wukong.

"Master, all the juniors and juniors are dead, how can my old grandson survive?" Sun Wukong understood Chen Ziang's painstaking efforts, smiled miserably, and walked towards Tathagata step by step with the golden hoop in his hand.

Chen Ziang recited the scriptures, but not the Great Compassion Mantra, but the Hooping Mantra.

This is the first time to use the Hooping Spell on Sun Wukong, and it will be the last time.

Sun Wukong's footsteps were stunned for a moment, and the golden hoop above his head was in great pain. Even so, he still did not change the belief in his heart, and took step by step towards the Tathagata, bloody footprints one step at a time.

"My old grandson didn't want to leave alive when he made a lot of trouble in Tiangong. My old grandson cried, laughed, lost, won, was mad, and was down, but why was he ever afraid!!!"

Sun Wukong roared furiously, the golden hoop above his head shattered, and his blond hair fluttered in the wind.

Chen Ziang was stunned. He suddenly realized that maybe it was just wishful thinking. Sun Wukong never cared about life and death, so how could he accept the chance to escape that he bought with dignity.

"Master, I will let you and my master and apprentice join hands to fight this last match!" Sun Wukong smiled and looked at Chen Ziang, who got up from the ground without hesitation and patted the dust off his legs.

"This battle, fight for the battle!"

Chen Ziang felt free and easy in his heart, so let's use the battle to end this extraordinary life of himself and Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong and Chen Zi'ang looked at each other, and the two shot at the same time. On the way to the Tathagata, several Bodhisattvas stood in front of Sun Wukong, and he waved the golden cudgel and beat Lunfei.

Chen Ziang attacked several beams of light from his side. He swung the Xuanyuan sword. At this time, he burst out with boundless potential. With the power of the Xuanyuan sword, he cut down the eighteen Arhats with one sword!

18 Arhats were killed with one sword, and the gods and Buddhas in the hall were all shocked. The power Chen Ziang unleashed was simply unbelievable compared to his level!

"How dare you!" The Tathagata snorted angrily. He never thought that Chen Zi'ang and Sun Wukong would be able to burst out with such terrifying strength that even Bodhisattvas and Arhats could only be defeated.

The Tathagata flicked his fingers, and a Buddha light composed of Sanskrit words hit the two of them. Chen Ziang felt that his chest was slammed with a heavy hammer and flew out heavily. Sun Wukong only resisted a little and was sent flying.

Sun Wukong, whose face was stained with blood, wanted to fight again. A big mountain was pressed down on his head, and Sun Wukong's body from the neck down was pressed under the mountain. Just like 500 years ago, Sun Wukong, who had great supernatural powers, still couldn't avoid Tathagata Buddha's Five Finger Mountain.

"Master, we've tried our best." Sun Wukong forced a smile, and Chen Zi'ang smiled too. Even though he was covered in injuries, his ribs were all broken, and every injury caused him unbearable pain.

But these pains are nothing at this moment. Sha Wujing, Zhu Bajie, and the six-eared macaque, the death of everyone is more painful than this.

Sun Wukong said weakly, "Master, give the disciple one more cigarette at the end."

Without saying a word, Chen Ziang took out the cigarette, stuffed it into Sun Wukong's mouth, lit it for him, and then lit a cigarette himself.

"Wukong, is it a failure for a master like me, who bears the name of a holy monk, but is an enemy of all Buddhas and Buddhas." Chen Ziang said with a self-deprecating sigh.

In the plot, Tang Seng led Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing to achieve positive results, but he led a few people into destruction, which are completely two extremes.

Sun Wukong took a deep breath in enjoyment, spit out the cigarette, and said, "Master, this is the real you! You always ask me and don't regret it, so I will answer you one last time. The same is true now!

Even if you give me another chance to start all over again, I will follow the master as well, and I will have no regrets and no regrets! "

Chen Zi'ang felt like he was stuck in his throat. He wanted to say something but got stuck in his throat. He felt both relief and pain in his heart.

"Tathagata!" Sun Wukong's expression was hideous, his eyes were splitting, and the momentum was so frightening that some gods and Buddhas took a step back.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, take all things as cud dogs, ask the heavens if they dare, and in the next life you will be human, and I will be heaven!"

Sun Wukong's voice echoed between heaven and earth, up to Lingxiao and down to Jiuyou.

(End of this chapter)