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Boom-!

The figure of Dou Shengfo fell heavily to the ground, and he came to the side of the two figures in a flash.

When he saw the cold corpse in front of Zhu Bajie, he froze in place.

It was an arhat, the pale golden skin had lost the slightest luster at the moment, the surface of the body was covered with dark blood stains, and the godhead in the body had also been shattered, falling into the mortal realm, and the traces of countless giant beasts biting all over the body, it looked shocking.

Only the pair of unrepentant eyes are still staring round, staring angrily at the nothingness in front of them, like a sitting Buddha King Kong.

Seeing this, Dou Zhanfo's body shook suddenly, and he stayed in place like a sculpture.

"Brother Monkey..." Zhu Bajie, who was kneeling on the ground, raised his head and glanced at him, a wry smile appeared on his pale face, "Old Sha...has passed away."

Dou Zhanfo's body trembled slightly, his fists were clenched tightly, and he almost growled and said:

"what happened?"

"I broke into the fog to save people, and Lao Sha came to support me, and then I was caught by a large number of evil spirits...cough cough cough..."

Before Zhu Bajie finished speaking, he coughed violently. Every time he coughed, a large amount of blood gushed out from between his waist and abdomen, and wisps of black mist drifted from the blood mouth, plundering his vitality.

Dou Zhanfo's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stretched out his hand to hug Zhu Bajie's body into his arms. The face of the ancient ape, full of the sacred meaning of Buddhism, twisted violently due to anxiety:

"fool!!"

He stretched out his hand and held down Zhu Bajie's bloody waist, but he still couldn't stop his vitality from passing.

"Brother Monkey...I might go down to accompany Lao Sha." Zhu Bajie squeezed out a miserable smile on his simple and honest face.

"Shut up!!" Dou Zhanfo let out an angry roar, and the Buddha's light around him exploded, frantically pouring into Zhu Bajie's body, hanging his life for him.

However, he doesn't know how to heal and restore, and the black mist mixed in Zhu Bajie's waist and abdomen can also suppress the flow of divine power to a large extent. He can't do anything except forcefully use his cultivation to renew Zhu Bajie's life. can not do this.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" Dou Zhanfo saw that Zhu Bajie's face was pale with naked eyes, and he kept cursing, as if he remembered something, he suddenly turned his head and looked behind him.

He looked at the figure in the crimson cloak standing not far away, as if grasping at the last straw, he shouted loudly:

"You! You are a disciple of the ancestor! Do you know some methods of treatment?! Any method will do! As long as I can barely keep his life, I will take him to find it immediately..."

Halfway through his speech, he stopped abruptly.

He stared blankly at the nine monuments of the God of God in the distance, and the flame of hope in his eyes was rapidly extinguishing.

Now, all the gods have sacrificed their lives to turn into monuments, and in the entire Great Xia territory, there is no powerful being who can heal Zhu Bajie's injuries... They are all dead!

But even so, there was still a last sliver of hope in Dou Zhanfo's eyes. He looked at Lin Qiye standing in the distance, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Standing in the howling snowstorm, Lin Qiye looked at Dou Zhanfo's gaze as if looking at straws, his heart felt inexplicably constricted, and an unprecedented sense of guilt surged into his heart.

I...can't save him.

Although he stood in front of Dou Zhanfo, there was a hundred years of time and space between them. They were just a group of phantoms made by the Kunlun mirror, and they did not exist at all.

What's more, even if Lin Qiye is really standing here, he doesn't have any way to cure Zhu Bajie. At most, he can only rely on "miracles" to barely hang Zhu Bajie's life. Now that the gods of Great Xia are withered, no one can cure him. saved him.

He opened his mouth, hoarse and bitter, and slowly spit out three words: "I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, the last ray of hope in Dou Zhanfo's eyes was completely wiped out, he turned his head to look at Zhu Bajie in his arms in a daze, two lines of tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie squeezed out a smile from the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand tremblingly, and touched the face of Dou Zhanfo:

"Brother Monkey... don't cry... My old pig saved a lot of people this time, and didn't embarrass our small team of Journey to the West... Cough cough...

I'm going to go down to find Lao Sha, you and the master must be Buddhas well... If you lose your godhead and become a demon, you can indeed avoid the strangulation of the mist and stay in the mortal world to guard the people, but your strength will be greatly weakened. And there's no going back...

This world will eventually be changed by God.

Brother Monkey, you and the master outcompeted us, and finally achieved a positive result. You must live to the end, and take a look for my old pig... What will this world look like in the future.

Maybe... this is the fate of my old pig. "

After uttering the last word, in Zhu Bajie's eyes, the last ray of vitality disappeared without a trace. He lowered his hands weakly and completely lost his breath.

Dou Zhanfo held his corpse in a daze, opened his mouth silently, as if he wanted to say something more, but he couldn't say anything, his tear-stained face was distorted and ferocious at the moment, he suddenly raised his head, He opened his mouth to face the drowsy sky, and let out a heart-piercing roar!

"Go to hell!!"

The whimpering wind and snow hummed in grief on the blood-red ground. The last god of Great Xia knelt helplessly on the ground, hammering the ground with his fists again and again, venting his inner madness.

The pitch-black mist rolls silently outside the wall of miracles, and "mysterious" figures walk among the mist, their outlines looming.

Dou Zhanfo's right fist hammered the ground, and there was a sudden pause. He widened his eyes and stared at the fog in front of him, with an extremely ferocious expression.

He stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed the corner of the golden cassock on his body, with endless anger and unwillingness gushing out of his eyes.

"Buddha... Buddha! Fuck the goddamn Buddha!! Can't save the world, can't save you... I want this Buddha clothes and Buddha seat, what's the use of it!!"

In his eyes, a decisive light burst out, and the palm of his hand pulled hard on the edge of the cassock, tearing it apart bit by bit!

The golden Buddha's light surged violently, and a painful roar came from his throat. As the corner of the cassock gradually shattered, wisps of terrifying demonic aura escaped from his body, mixing with the Buddha's light. Together.

What he tore was not only a cassock, but also the true fruit of Buddhism that he had gone through all kinds of difficulties and dangers!

Stab it--! !

With a soft sound, he forcibly tore off a corner of the cassock, and he spurted out a big mouthful of blood. His right eye shone with golden Buddha light, which suddenly turned dark blood red. The violent and terrifying demonic aura came from him. Inside half of the body, it soared into the sky.