Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Wang Xunhai's eyes were piercing, and the bright light was as hot as a burning torch, as if it could ignite everything around. His sharp eyes were like a sharp blade, cold and ruthless, scanning the people in front of him mercilessly, as if he wanted to see through their hearts. His voice was firm and powerful, like a huge bell, and its sound waves resounded all around, shocking people.

He said loudly: "I resolutely stepped into the mysterious pagoda space. In my heart, I only had one thing in mind, that is to resolutely stop you from invading the island in the sky. I have no other intentions. I only want a place where I can fully display my skills and fight happily. Here, I am willing to compete with you and decide the winner!"

As soon as Wang Xunhai finished speaking, he swung his arm vigorously. The movement was clean and neat, with an unstoppable momentum, as if it could tear the air apart.

Then, his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant like a ghost, and in the blink of an eye, he had entered the mysterious pagoda. The speed was so fast that it was astonishing, leaving only a slight sound of wind echoing in the air.

Seeing this, Nezha's anger instantly erupted like a volcano, and the blazing flames seemed to burn the whole world to ashes. His eyes seemed to be burning with blazing flames, and the angry light was about to burst out, making people dare not look directly at him, as if they would be instantly burned to ashes if they were touched by his gaze. He kicked his feet hard, and his whole body instantly turned into a gorgeous and dazzling fire meteor, carrying the force of thunder and lightning, and rushed towards the sky island in the sky regardless of everything. He roared in anger: "You tried to stop me from destroying the sky island, but I will destroy it completely and raze it to the ground right in front of you, so that you will know how powerful I am!" The voice exploded in the sky like thunder, echoing endlessly, shaking the surrounding air with layers of ripples.

Wang Xunhai was in the pagoda, his face as calm as water, like a deep and bottomless pool, without any waves. He quietly stared at Nezha rushing towards the sky like an arrow from a bow, without any fluctuation in his eyes, as if everything was within his expectations. In those deep eyes, there seemed to be endless wisdom and power hidden, which was unpredictable. Then, Nezha and the pagoda collided fiercely, making a dull loud noise, as if the whole world was shaking.

However, at the moment when the two came into contact, the golden protective cover outside the pagoda suddenly shone with an extremely dazzling light. The light was dazzling, like a scorching sun that instantly shone with endless brilliance, illuminating everything around as bright as day. At the same time, an extremely powerful force instantly erupted, and this force was like a surging wave, unstoppable. The power was so strong that it seemed to be able to destroy everything, and directly blasted Nezha away like a cannonball, and its speed was so fast that people had no time to react, leaving only a vague track in the air.

Nezha's body was like a kite with its string cut off. In the face of this powerful force, he had no power to resist and could only let himself fly backwards at high speed. His body drew an arc in the air, and the sound of the wind whistled past his ears. Finally, he fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound, and a cloud of dust suddenly rose from the ground. A stream of bright red blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth, and the blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing the ground beneath him bright red, which was shocking. The bright red color was particularly dazzling in the sun.

Li Tianwang was extremely anxious when he saw this. He rushed forward like lightning. His speed was so fast that only a blurry afterimage was left, as if he had merged into the air. He arrived beside Nezha at an astonishing speed. His eyes were full of concern and anxiety, and the worry revealed in his eyes was touching. His eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and the wrinkles on his forehead became deeper. He gently and carefully held the injured Nezha in his arms, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world. His arms trembled slightly, showing his inner anxiety and tension.

Nezha's face was as pale as paper, bloodless, and his originally rosy face was now lifeless, as if the breath of life was gradually fading from his body. However, his eyes were still burning with anger and unwillingness, and the flames seemed to never go out, still jumping in his eyes, showing his unyielding will. He said weakly but angrily: "What kind of defense method is that with such a powerful force? I don't accept it, I must destroy the empty island!" His words were full of stubbornness and unyielding, and the firm tone made people feel his inner determination.

At this moment, a figure in a cassock slowly came into the eyes of the crowd. This person had a solemn face and a majestic appearance. He was faintly emitting Buddha's light. The Buddha's light was soft and warm, giving people a sense of tranquility and peace. Every step he took seemed so steady, as if there was endless power under his feet supporting him. He glanced at Nezha in Li Tianwang's arms with a little helplessness, and slowly said: "Your child is really too naughty and stubborn. If you act so recklessly, you will suffer in the end. Let me fight with the people in this pagoda, and take this opportunity to teach him some Buddhist teachings, so that he can understand some of the truth and truth of life, and understand that everything in the world has cause and effect, and you can't act recklessly." His voice was low and magnetic, and people couldn't help but immerse themselves in it, as if there was a mysterious power in the voice that could calm and tranquilize people's hearts.

Li Tianwang raised his head upon hearing the voice, and looked at the man in front of him, his heart trembling. This man was none other than the famous and powerful Fighting Buddha Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong's posture was upright, like a towering mountain, giving people an unshakable feeling. He exuded an unparalleled aura, as if he was the master of heaven and earth. His eyes were firm and revealed a fearless and powerful aura, as if nothing in the world could stop him. He glanced at the mysterious pagoda with a torch-like gaze, without the slightest hesitation, and exerted force with his legs, the force seemed to be able to collapse the mountain and split the rocks. With a leap, the whole person rushed directly into the pagoda like a cannonball out of the barrel with a thunderous momentum. A thrilling and thrilling battle was about to begin, which made people look forward to it. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if time had frozen at this moment.