Looking at Sun Wukong, Zixia closed her eyes slightly, endured the pain of the light blade penetrating her chest, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and said: "Since we are married, you are mine."
"If one day I can't stop someone from hurting you, then at least... he has to step over my body first."
Hearing these words, Sun Wukong's eyes seemed to turn a little red, but at this moment, the golden hoop on his head began to slowly shrink.
The strong pain from his forehead reminded him that he was no longer the Supreme Treasure.
At this moment, Zixia finally reluctantly opened her eyes, her eyelashes slightly raised, but when she saw the appearance of the person in front of her, a look of joy that was difficult to conceal suddenly appeared on her delicate and pretty face, and she trembled with excitement. Trembling, he said:
"you you!"
"I just said that one day, the person I love will come to marry me under the colorful auspicious clouds."
"I've finally waited for you!"
"Amitabha." However, Sun Wukong's expression remained calm. He looked at Zixia in his arms as if looking at a stranger and said, "The poor monk defeated the Buddha Sun Wukong in a fight, not the Supreme Treasure."
Zixia was startled, then shook her head, looking at him with bright eyes, and said: "No, you are."
"Although your appearance has changed, I know that you are the one I love."
However, Sun Wukong's expression is no longer arrogant and unruly, but still calm, like a bamboo pole in spring, as gentle as jade, with Buddha's light shining on his body.
He looked at Zixia with calm eyes and said: "Donor, don't mention the past in this world again."
Seeing this scene, Zixia felt as if she had been struck by lightning, and her delicate body trembled. The warmth and calmness in Sun Wukong's eyes, and that strangeness, made her feel scared.
The two of them were obviously very close, but they felt far apart, like a chasm in the sky.
Her beautiful eyes widened, she looked at Sun Wukong in disbelief, and said: "You are just pretending, right?"
"You're lying to me, right?"
Sun Wukong was silent, his eyes slightly lowered, as calm as a deep pool, without any emotion.
Seeing this scene, Zixia became more and more panicked. She gently tugged on the corner of Sun Wukong's clothes, raised her head and stared at him, and said, "Are you angry?"
"Are you tired of me?"
"It doesn't matter, none of this matters."
Zixia's eyes were red, and there were crystal tears rolling on her slender eyelashes. Her voice was choked: "You can dislike me, you can scold me, you can hate me, you can call me a bastard, you can tell me to get out, but... Don’t ignore me, okay?”
"I said it's painful to love someone, but I'm willing to bear this pain!"
She shook the Supreme Treasure's body desperately, but the latter's figure was as motionless as a rock.
"Why is this happening?"
"You're lying to me, right?"
"Why won't you answer me, why?"
"I am your Zixia. You once said that you would take me to your hometown Huaguoshan to have a look..."
However, despite its various calls, the Supreme Treasure in front of her did not give her any response.
Zhizunbao gently put her delicate body down, turned his back, and stopped looking at her.
Is it possible to have both peace and harmony in the world, and live up to the Tathagata and the Lord?
Zixia suddenly became quiet, she raised her head blankly, her tense face could no longer hold on at this moment, her pretty nose suddenly sore, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes, like a child whose beloved toy was taken away, her voice choked with sobs.
The longest distance in the world,
Not born from death,
But clearly I am standing in front of you,
But you don't know me.
Sun Wukong held the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand, drew a circle around the area where Zixia and Big Big Wolf were, and said: "You guys have a good rest and don't get out of the circle."
"Leave the rest to the poor monk."
…
The sudden change made everyone look at each other in shock. Many eyes looked at Sun Wukong in cassock, and they all sighed in their hearts. Could this be Luo Feng's trump card?
They all sighed in their hearts. They had watched many games in their lives, but never like this one today. It was full of ups and downs and constant reversals. Even now, no one dares to say anything about who will win and lose in the end.
Although the ending cannot be guessed, everyone knows that the game is coming to an end here:
Sun Wukong vs Martial God King.
So now, it depends on the ultimate trump card of the two, who can win.
"Is this what the skill description of [Fire Eyes and Golden Eyes] says, Great Sage?" Zhou Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly. At the beginning of the game, he kept seizing opportunities and tried every means to kill the Supreme Treasure to prevent him from being delayed until the later stage.
Although his attacks have never been successful, and although the Supreme Treasure has completed its evolution safely, at this moment, he is not panicked at all.
After all, Luo Feng seems to have three star cards, but in fact the only one with combat power is Sun Wukong.
Therefore, although Luo Feng seemed to be suppressing him in the front, after going round and round, the two of them were on the same starting line again.
He has an almost pathological confidence in his martial arts, and no one can be his opponent in a single fight.
The God of War in the distance looked at this scene and sighed, "What a touching scene, haha."
"Forget it, today the Japanese God King will be kind and help you, so that you can become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks!"
boom!
The terrifying star energy is like a volcano erupting, shaking the void.
Under the gazes of countless star card masters in the square, two majestic killing intents collided fiercely like a violent storm.
The atmosphere outside and on the field was boiling to the extreme at this moment. Everyone knew that with the appearance of the fighting Buddha and the God of War, all their trump cards were revealed. Who wins and who loses is here!
In the name of teacher,
When it comes to fighting, fight!
The God of War holds the Divine Punishment Spear in his hand and slowly raises it above his head.
Rumble…
In the void, dark clouds were rolling, and thunder was heard.
The next moment, thunder snakes roared down from the sky, and poured into the God's Punishment Spear amid many shocked eyes.
There was a sound of thunder on the God's Punishment Spear.
The next moment, the God of War held the Divine Punishment Spear and smashed it onto the hard ground.
boom!
In an instant, an earth-shaking explosion sounded, and then, a silver thunder snake several feet thick burst out from where the spear was touching the ground. Wherever it touched, the ground was completely destroyed and devastated.
Looking at this terrifying thunder snake, everyone's hearts trembled. If it was hit, Sun Wukong would be seriously injured, right?
"Amitabha." Sun Wukong looked at the roaring thunder snake with calm eyes, clasped his hands together, and silently recited the Buddhist protective spell.
Characters stained with Buddha's light were slowly spit out from his mouth, intertwined and gathered in front of him, and soon formed a shield.
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