Chapter 594

Chapter 594

The Black Emperor imprisoned Sanzang’s body, waved his hand, and placed him on the altar in front of the idol.

“The saint looks down on the Three Realms, but still crawls under the heavenly way. This is a heavenly way of promotion. They are in fear, and they stand on the same starting line with all beings in the world after being promoted.”

“Do you know what I mean? They have many enemies. Every saint is the enemy of contemporary geniuses.”

Sanzang pursed his mouth, affirmed the thoughts in his heart, raised his eyes and said, “Then you, covering your face with a black robe, the breath from the soul is somewhat familiar to me. Is it an old person, or whose clone?”

The black emperor knotted his hands and awakened the front line on the altar. One by one, the black needles pierced Sanzang’s body and touched his soul.

A round of golden ocean suddenly appeared above him, and the Black Emperor clenched his fists, staring at the sea of ​​luck, his face gleaming with surprise.

He murmured: “Success, that’s it. As long as I swallow it, I will have a new life.”

“The fairy god who is hiding by my side, can you show up now, right?” Sanzang whispered with painful muscle cramps.

The golden glow of the gods illuminates the ruined temple, and the eighteen sangha Rammers appear, holding magical artifacts, and rushing towards the black emperor.

There are also the five directions of the golden light revealing the truth, the silver head revealing the truth, the Polo revealing the truth, the Polo monk revealing the truth, and the Maha revealing the truth.

“Stupid, do you really think I ignored you?”

The Black Emperor sneered, the god statue in the ruined temple suddenly opened his eyes, radiating immeasurable divine light, fixed the eighteen ga blue, and revealed the truth of the five directions.

The Lord of Destiny was killed, and the sacred rescue of Immortal Dao immediately made a legend.

This is the most common bridge in the storybook, and it has indeed happened in the Three Realms.

For example, during the battle of Zhuolu in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor was killed and the Nine Heavens Profound Girl rescued.

However, the reason why a legend is called a legend is mostly because of its non-replicability.

Sanzang went through the bridge before the death, but the bridge afterwards turned into disaster.

Not only did the gods fail to save him, they were instead immobilized by inexplicable idols, and gradually turned into a stone man, devoid of vitality.

As for himself, the situation is even worse, and his great luck is constantly being deprived.

Watching the black emperor’s aura more and more vigorously, the black robe draped over him was shattered in pieces, revealing a face like a corpse.

“This death… You are not a living creature, you are a dead god. No, no, almost all the demise of the gods is annihilation, why can you survive?”

Sensing keenly the dying breath of the opponent, Sanzang said in amazement.



Relying on the gold-like aura from the Tripitaka, the Black Emperor gradually forced out all the dying breath in his body and escaped into the air.

Inside the ruined temple, towering statues of gods are glowing, large pieces of rust fall off, and the riddled wounds are beginning to heal.

I don’t know how long it has passed, but there is only a little golden light left in the sea of ​​Sanzang.

The dilapidated statue was turned into a gilt statue, and the ruined temple was turned into a wide giant palace.

Hei Di took off his black robe, enriched his flesh and blood, and turned into a handsome appearance.

“Finally… succeeded!”

Lifting his jade-like palms, the corners of the Black Emperor’s mouth slightly twitched, and finally turned into a wild laugh.

The sound shook the world, and the huge palace shook the mountains.

Mind moves slightly, and thousands of rays of light gather to form a black dragon robe.

Black Emperor holding a huge scepter, walked towards the void and sat on a phantom dragon chair.

“Sanzo, thank you for your generosity.”

Deprived of luck, there is no resentment or sadness among Sanzang’s expressions.

Even a little bit of reluctance, sorry.

His expression was very calm, his gaze was very calm, and he looked at the Black Emperor: “If this is something you desperately need, then…you’re welcome.”

The black emperor’s smile froze, and the pleasure of being a winner suddenly disappeared, and his heart was a little blocked.

“What are you talking about, you’re welcome? You just don’t care about the luck that I cherish so much? Do you know what will happen to you after losing these luck?”

Sanzang put his hands together and said quietly: “The little monk knows. It is nothing more than losing his identity as the protagonist of the westward journey, without the luck of turning danger into peace. The future life will become very dark, at least it will have to be many disasters.”

“Then why are you…” Hei Di said in a loud voice as if he saw a mockery of himself in his eyes.

“It’s a foreign object…”

Before he could finish his words, San Zang raised his eyes and said, “This thing is a gift from the Dao of Heaven, but it is also a foreign object. How can I discover my own potential or ability with the help of foreign objects forever? Maybe, I Thank you.”

In the unnamed valley, corpses were everywhere, blood flowed into lakes, and the smelly blood wafted over the scorched earth, adding a bit of desolation.

Canopy has been unable to count how many immortals he has killed and how many scars he has put on his body.

He is like the same god of war, stalked among the swordsman, no one can stop his footsteps, no one is his enemy.

It’s just that mortals will feel weak if they cut too much grass and mustard, and if they kill too many immortals, it also makes him feel a little tired and exhausted.

So, at a certain moment, he stopped and continued to move forward.



The remaining immortals looked at his riddled body with fear, and did not dare to move.

The war abruptly appeared and then stopped abruptly.

The bald crow hovering in mid-air found that the battle was over, and it uttered a shrill and horrifying joy, like a sharp arrow, swooping down, gnawing the flesh and blood of the gods.

Huaguang is brilliant, and they are by far the biggest beneficiaries.

“Continue to charge, he has reached his limit and can’t bear too much.”

Xuan Mingshen stared at that upright posture in horror, recalled the memories of the past, and felt a little horrified in his heart.

Many years ago, he was not a member of the Guards. Zeng entered the Tianhe navy by mistake and became the head of the corps.

At that time, he needed to look up at the canopy.

At that time, he was full of faith in the canopy.

At that time, he was proud of his status as a navy.

Time passes, the years change, the world goes back and forth, and the sea turns into mulberry fields.

In the old days, he betrayed Tianhe and joined the Guards, step by step, to reach his current high position.

He thought that he could now look down on the canopy that was demoted to the lower realm.

I never thought, but now my heart is surging, only fear.

This marshal, who has become a legend, doesn’t seem to fall down at all.

“Heavenly soldiers, as the executor of the will of the emperor, can only move forward, not retreat, let alone be timid and fearful. Even if your enemy is me.”

The body of the canopy stood straight, and the blood slid down from the body: “Look at what you look like now, your sir, you really deserve to eat shit!”

Xuan Ming burst into flames in his heart, his face flushed, and he started to charge for the first time today.

The general set an example, and the immortal soldiers under him clenched their swords and spears, rushing away with ignorance and death. *

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