Journey to the West: White Lotus Demon Saint

Chapter 177

Everyone's fate is different, because it is a person's life, including some things in the past and a long period of the future.

However, this does not prevent the fate of some people from appearing similar in some stages.

Wang Huayu stood where the monkey stood that day, and his opponent was also where the monkey faced.

Also, there was a familiar sword intent on the belt of the Flood Demon King.

The battle did not start quickly after the Bull Demon King arrived. Wang Huayu seemed to be questioning the Bull Demon King about something.

"Why did you go to the Demon Court? Also, how could you kill the monkey?"

The Bull Demon King smiled bitterly, lamented again, and said: "The emperor of the monster race has been revived, why didn't I go to join him, about monkeys, that was the biggest mistake I did in my life, but I couldn't refuse at that time, because I was ordered act."

"Some things, if you do it, you do it, and if you do it, you have to pay the result. Today you two must die."

The two long swords on Wang Huayu's waist have been pulled out, and the entire chaotic air mechanism is affected. The gray matter that looks like a veil is like a sea of ​​clouds on the top of a mountain when a strong wind comes, surging like an ocean.

In the face of very strong enemies, the most necessary thing to do is to use the strongest attack to smash them into pieces, and that's what Wang Huayu did.

In the chaos, an extremely vast vision appeared, with endless corpses scattered around, such as handsome male corpses with wings, headless silver armored warriors, plump and gorgeous headless female corpses, all kinds of powerful but never-before-seen strange creatures... Beast carcasses, and a sea of ​​blood like the sea of ​​blood next to the underworld.

It seems that the vision of Wang Huayu using the twin swords has undergone great changes in this chaos, but it also seems that the power of the twin swords has become stronger.

At the same time, the pupils of the Bull Demon King and the Flood Demon King constricted, they couldn't believe it, how could the white lotus who had just broken through make such terrifying sword moves?

Therefore, the Bull Demon King raised the mixed iron rod in his hand and threw it into the air, and then a five-color giant mountain with a radius of tens of thousands of feet appeared in the chaos. It's all calmed down a lot.

This type of supernatural power is the summary of the five elements of the Bull Demon King's life, and it is also the strongest trick he can display.

If Kong Xuan was here, he would definitely nod his head to the Bull Demon King, because, in the Three Realms, apart from the saint and himself, the Bull Demon King must be the number one in understanding the five elements.

On the one hand, the halberd in Jiao Demon King’s hand disappeared, and it was replaced by a sword-like celestial light at some point. The sword intent it exuded was not like Wang Huayu’s twin swords that smashed everything, but like a sleeping god. If you open your eyes, everything will perish.

Wang Huayu's eyes had become blood red under the influence of the boundless murderous aura of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, and his white clothes also became blood red under the printing. With double swords.

The two sword qi of Zhu Xian and Slaying Demon crossed, accompanied by mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the places they passed were just like when Pangu opened up the world, and the gray matter in the chaos gradually became clear and turbid.

The Bull Demon King seemed to smell the breath of death, so he didn't stay any longer, and controlled the ten thousand zhang holy mountain to rush towards Jianmang.

The Jiao Demon King's lips moved, and he made a more pious voice than when a Buddhist disciple faced the Buddha.

"Baby gourd, please turn around."

The sword light in his hand became even brighter after hearing it, like a shooting star above the night before the sun rises, it was extremely bright and at the same time obliterated the darkness.

In an instant, it lit up the chaos, cut through the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and came to the front of the two intersecting sword qi.

No one could have imagined that Lu Ya's Flying Sword of Zhanxian appeared in his hand, and no one could have imagined that the Flying Sword of Zhanxian turned out to be in the shape of a sword.

A terrifying but indescribable sound resounded from the depths of the chaos. The space there, which was countless times stronger than the Earth Immortal Realm, seemed to be as fragile as glass, and the only remaining powers in the Three Realms felt this battle.

Lingshan, the headquarters of the Demon Court, Donghuang, Kong Xuan, and Kunpeng were drawing something under the big hole in the sky. They sensed the changes in the chaos outside the sky, and the three of them stopped their movements in unison and looked at The northern sky.

"Wonderful, that Bailian is a talent." Donghuang said with a flash of appreciation on his plain middle-aged face.

Kong Xuan and Kunpeng nodded together, it can be said that the man's talent is not inferior to theirs.

"Does that require me to kill him again?"

The Eastern Emperor looked at Kong Xuan, shook his head, and said, "Completing the receiving formation is the most important thing right now. As for his life or death, it doesn't matter. Besides, the Immortal Slaying Blade in the hands of the Flood Demon King is not simple."

Kong Xuan nodded, and the three continued their previous actions.

In the chaos, the five-color sacred mountain that might suppress everything was swallowed by the sword energy, and when it was about to fall on the bull demon, the sword light flashed from nowhere, and the bull demon disappeared.

But the Demon King Jiao was not so lucky. His figure was swallowed by the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, and then he was easily passed by two sword qi. He let out a painful and unwilling roar. He didn't come after the letter to Kong Xuan?Even if he didn't receive it, then there's no reason why he couldn't feel the movement here? Didn't he want to kill Bailian?

With puzzlement and remorse, he no longer has the ability to think about these things.

I don't know how long it took, the chaos gradually returned to calm, and the gray matter that was no longer affected by external forces continued to occupy this place, and a figure appeared in the place where the gray matter was the most dense.

He is Wang Huayu, but now he only has an inch of clothes on his body, and a big hole the size of a bowl is pierced through his chest. On the edge of the big hole, there is a fairy light exuding a sharp aura. He holds a sword in his left arm, The right arm together with the shoulder seemed to be blown to pieces by some kind of force.

Indeed, in that extreme confrontation, not dying was already the greatest miracle, not to mention, even if the Flood Demon King died, he could not leave the last trace of his body.

After a long time, Wang Huayu started laughing, sometimes sad and angry, sometimes happy.And he laughed for a long time, even though the corners of his mouth were bleeding and the big hole in his chest was slowly expanding, he couldn't stop it.

However, his smile was only to vent his emotions, and it could not mean that he didn't care about the wounds that could kill him. When he put away his smile, he was no longer seen in the depths of the chaos.

In front of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, Changqing stood here motionless. No one knew why he did this, because the iron fan who might know the reason was still asleep.

When Wang Huayu appeared out of the sky and staggered down again, Changqing started to move at this time, and caught him with a wave of fairy energy, but because he was angry, he didn't say anything to him, and ran directly to the ginseng fruit tree.

Wang Huayu also knew that what he had done seemed too reckless, so he didn't say much, and he didn't say a word until he passed out.

……

Wang Huayu was seriously injured, so he wanted to wake up but fell into a deep sleep uncontrollably. However, after falling into a deep sleep, he quickly fell into a dream again.

The dream was very real. He saw many powerful but never-before-seen creatures falling from the sky at Lingshan, and then he saw himself sticking a sword into the head of a golden crow. When the picture came here , he was very happy, because it seemed that he could go home, so he brought his women's army to the edge of Tianchi Lake, and he made a cut.

But at this moment, the master unexpectedly appeared, he was seriously injured, and said that he could not go in there, and then the picture became blurred, and he saw himself standing on the mountain of corpses with two swords in his hands again.

(End of this chapter)