Sun Wukong ignored Feng Yu being teased and watched indifferently as the deformed and disordered soul rolled into a giant ball.
Glittering golden light shot out from the inside of the sphere, splitting it apart.
A large group of undead monsters fled away, all afraid of the source of the golden light refraction.
Demon King Gren looked at the destitute young man quietly, unable to look away.
"Look clearly at the lotus mark in his hand. It is a magic weapon that can obtain great power. If it goes beyond my expectations, one day in the future, he will be the leader in the new round of the battle to become a god."
Hearing Douzhanfo mentioned the new round of the battle to confer gods, the demon souls were silent collectively.
“As the dimension of the universe ascends and the energy frequency increases, Jambudvipa will enter the world of great harmony. In this process of dimension ascension, not only humans cannot escape selection, but also gods and Buddhas.
The gods and Buddhas in the sky have all reincarnated into the world and started over again to practice cultivation again. This time in the mid-term period of the Conferred Gods List, the chances are fair, even animals can become gods if they practice hard. "
Deeply shocked by Sun Wukong's words, the demon soul made a commotion and began to chatter.
"Become a god!? Even animals can be included in the list of gods by practicing hard!"
"How to practice?"
"Will there be a new generation of Jiang Ziya to become a god? Could it be this kid?"
"It's so noisy, everyone, shut up." The Demon King blocked their furtive whispers.
"The King of Heroes is reborn in Jambudvipa. Does he also want to compete for the position of god in a new round?"
Demon King Galan smiled charmingly and looked at Fengyu with a deep look.
"You would rather die in battle, but you still refuse to surrender to me. Although you are the demon king, I respect you as a heroine!
I have sealed your soul with the Grant Sword for ten thousand years, and now it’s time to set you free.
As long as you are used by Fengyu, one day you will get real redemption. "
"You are the Holy Fighting Buddha. Can't you just be your Buddha? Why did you conquer the demons in the world and submit to you?"
Sun Wukong did not respond directly to the Demon King's question, but reminded Feng Yu to climb to the top of the bones and pull out the majestic black iron sword.
"We bow our knees and surrender to King Gulen. We will not lower our heads for you even to the death."
"Monkey Sun, you are not worthy of becoming a Buddha! How many demons, ghosts, monsters and monsters have you killed in order to gain hegemony?
Our army of 100,000 demons was destroyed in your hands, and we will be sealed here by you and never see the light of day after our death. "
"You might as well let our souls disappear completely. Why are you torturing us until now?"
The dead souls of demon spirits filled with black energy gathered into a curtain and swept over each other, rushing towards the still and motionless Fighting Victory Buddha.
The Ruyi Golden Cudgel became more than six feet high and swept in a circle. The wind and the power of light waves scattered the demon spirits that were encircling them.
Feng Yu was rolled by the strong wind, and he managed to steady himself by grabbing a spear inserted into the ground with both hands.
Broken helmets and shattered armor and bones poured out like a torrential rain were scattered everywhere, leaving him with a bloody head.
The demon souls were in chaos, and the chaotic void was filled with wailing and wailing.
The moment Optimus Prime fell heavily, the ground shook, and the light curtain lifted up and shattered the endless floating corpses.
Black mist covered the sky, and amid the sounds of mourning all over the place, the blazing golden flames devoured everything, burning the demon's soul to ashes.
The tragic scenes of raging seas of fire and swirling hurricanes recreated the war scenes of 10,000 years ago.
"If you want to lose your soul, I can make it happen for you."
Hearing the screams of ghosts crying and wolf howling, begging for mercy, Sun Wukong raised a contemptuous smile on his lips.
"Your body was reduced to ashes, and your soul was sealed by the Grant Sword. The only one who can save you is this young man."
The Demon King was unmoved. This was a very powerful monster, and he did not even frown when facing Sun Wukong.
"Do you want him to get my sword?"
"Your sword Silence in the Deep Sea is a waste, you might as well use it for him.
He is a true King of Heroes. He was once a god-like being who was unparalleled in the North Kulu Continent.
Now that Jambudvipa has been reborn, he may be a top figure among the gods in the future. You won't suffer any loss if you accept his decision.
Don’t you want to take advantage of this new round of battle to become gods? "
"One day, if I get salvation from him, will I come to settle accounts with you?"
"If you have the guts, I will make you disappear forever."
Knowing that Sun Wukong was not joking, the Demon King twitched his lips and smiled coldly.
"For the sake of a heroic king who was reborn in the world of Jambudvipa, you released a dangerous monster like me to see the light of day again. You are so courageous and reckless."
Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze was condescending, and his tone was cold: "Don't be verbose."
"With a body that is no different from a human being, can he pull out the Gulen Sword?"
Knowing that the woman was shaken, Sun Wukong glanced at the trembling boy holding a big spear on the ground and cursed the word "stupid".
"What are you still doing? Get your sword quickly."
"That's a demon sword."
As soon as those stupid words came out of his mouth, Fengyu immediately paid the price, and saw a white shadow appear in front of him in an instant and kicked him.
He fell and rolled, and his body was burned in the flames until his hair burned.
At the critical moment, the merit list blessed him, and the golden light flowed down his right palm and penetrated all over his body, extinguishing the flames.
Before he could catch his breath, Sun Wukong appeared again and kicked him from close range.
Fengyu flew out like a parallel parabola, covering his stomach that was so painful that his intestines were about to knot, and he stumbled around among the bones and skulls everywhere.
"Ordinary people holding the Gulen Sword will have their sanity and humanity swallowed up; but people with righteous thoughts can also eliminate demons and protect their way by holding the Demon Sword."
Feng Yu, who was kneeling on the ground, had no strength to get up. Before he could raise his head, his face was stepped on by a bare foot.
He supported the ground with both hands and was strong enough not to stagger backward.
"Do you want to take the sword? Or I'll kick you to death."
If he didn't take the sword, he would be kicked to death. This irresistible and overbearing threat forced him to compromise.
The atmosphere became silent.
The demon soul was so silent that he didn't dare to speak. He watched with cold eyes as the young man endured the struggle and defeated the Buddha. He kicked him for the third time and crashed into the pile of bones as tall as a mountain.
He fell under the gloomy and pale bones, curled up in pain, unable to get up, and vomited blood when he coughed violently.
Sun Wukong stood silently aside without saying a word. He saw him raising his hand to wipe his eyes blurred with blood and tears, trying to get up, and climbing on the mountain of corpses that had been piled up for ten thousand years.
On the way to the rugged skeleton, he fell down twice, but still climbed to the top without giving up.
The owner of the Grant Sword appears in a phantom-like spiritual state, with only his upper body emerging from the hilt of the sword.
She stretched out her transparent hand and gently wiped away the blood and tears from the young man's eyes. This gentle and silent movement seemed to say:
"I have been waiting for ten thousand years, and finally I am waiting for someone's salvation! Don't cry!"
Fengyu's vision was blurred, and he did not dodge the touch of the hand. He heard a mysterious and faint voice calling:
"Take the sword and let me see if you have the strength to hold it."
He stretched out his right hand without hesitation and grasped the hilt of the sword with his five fingers.
Rich black energy bursts out from the sword body, like a giant dragon dancing wildly.
