Journey to the Mysterious Sea

Without warning, Wang Xunhai's body suddenly trembled violently, and the trembling was like a landslide, as if he was hit by an invisible force that was beyond imagination, boundless, and indescribable. Under the impact of this mysterious force, his body seemed to have suffered a heavy blow, and every inch of skin and every bone was suffering unbearable pain. In an instant, his whole body was like a fallen leaf swaying in the wind, shaking violently, and it looked like he might fall down at any time under the heavy burden. His body lost balance, and his limbs swung involuntarily, trying to find a little support, but he seemed so powerless.

Then, blood gushed out of his mouth like a flood. The blood kept flowing from the corners of his mouth, quickly gathering on the ground into a small pool of blood. The pool of blood was like a bloody flower blooming in the darkness, exuding a creepy breath, as if silently telling the story of this extremely tragic tragedy. Every drop of blood seemed to be the passing of his life, and the strong smell of blood filled the air, making people feel suffocated.

His eyes were wide open, and the bloodshot on his eyeballs were crisscrossed like a dense spider web. In addition to endless pain, his eyes were filled with deep unwillingness. His eyes seemed to be burning with a flame that would never go out, a struggle against fate and a roar against injustice. He was like a beast trapped in a desperate situation. Even though he was covered in wounds, he still stubbornly refused to bow to fate. The tenacious will seemed to be burning in his eyes, hot and firm, which touched people's hearts. His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath seemed to be bearing a heavy pain, as if he was struggling desperately in the dark abyss, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope. He took a deep breath of turbid air with difficulty, and the breath seemed to carry his last vitality. Every breath seemed so difficult and tenacious, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth with difficulty, which made people deeply feel his inner unyielding and tenacity.

Outside the towering, majestic pagoda, Nezha and Li Jing witnessed this tragic scene. Nezha was so excited that he was like a raging fire. His body was jumping involuntarily, as if the joy in his heart could no longer be contained by his body and had to be vented in this way. He danced with joy, and his joy was simply uncontrollable. His movements were full of energy and passion, as if the whole world was cheering for his happiness. His childlike face bloomed with a proud smile, and that smile was like a flower blooming in spring, brilliant and flamboyant, full of endless vitality and vigor. His eyes were shining with excitement, and that light was like a bright star, dazzling, as if this victory was a precious gift he had dreamed of, and now he finally got what he wanted, filling his heart with endless joy and pride.

Li Jing smiled and stroked his beard leisurely. His fingers gently stroked his beard, the movement was slow and graceful, as if he was enjoying the victory at this moment. The wrinkles on his face seemed deeper because of his smile, like the ravines of time, precipitating his rich experience and deep wisdom in the past. His eyes revealed a kind of pride of a winner, and that pride was like the dazzling sunshine, dazzling and hard to ignore. He stood there quietly, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, exuding a calm and confident temperament, as if he had expected this victory. His eyes were calm and deep, as if he was thinking about the meaning of this victory.

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, and a trace of disdain flashed in his golden eyes, as if to say that everything was under his control. There was a kind of arrogance in his eyes, as if nothing in the world could attract his attention. He gently stroked the cassock on his body, the movement was elegant and calm, the golden thread on the cassock flashed dazzling light in the sun, like a golden river flowing slowly, shining, exuding a sacred and inviolable majesty. His fingers slid gently on the cassock, as if feeling the strands of light, and the light seemed to respond to his touch and became more dazzling. He faced Wang Xunhai with an arrogant attitude. In his eyes, Wang Xunhai was like a vulnerable chicken and a clay dog, insignificant, and not worth his extra thought. His posture was as tall and straight as a pine tree, majestic, exuding an unparalleled powerful majesty that made people daunted. His body stood there like an insurmountable mountain, giving people an irresistible pressure.

At this time, Wang Xunhai was held on the tip of Sun Wukong's stick. His body was shaky in the air, as if he would fall to the ground at any time and be smashed to pieces. However, there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he revealed a kind of unwavering and fearless look, as if he was announcing to everyone that he would never give in easily. His eyes were filled with a determination to die, as if he had already put life and death aside. The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and he sneered. The laughter echoed in the air, full of ridicule and disdain. The laughter seemed to be a mockery of fate and contempt for the enemy. He slowly said a very mysterious sentence: "The once unruly Monkey King has now become a tamed dog in heaven." The voice was low and powerful, as if it carried an unspeakable mysterious magic, which made people look at it sideways. The voice echoed in the air, as if it carried an ancient curse, which made people feel a chill.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's face instantly became extremely gloomy. His originally handsome face seemed to be covered by a thick layer of haze, so dark that it seemed like water could drip out of it. His eyes were burning with rage, and that rage seemed to burn everything in the world into ashes, making people deeply feel his inner anger and dissatisfaction. He clenched his teeth tightly, making a "crackling" sound, as if he was suppressing his inner anger. He snorted indifferently, and the sound was full of anger and dissatisfaction, like a dull thunder suddenly exploding in the ear, shocking people's hearts, and making the surrounding air seem to solidify in an instant. He jumped up, his figure was as fast as lightning, as fast as the wind, and he raised his fist, with endless anger, and hit Wang Xunhai fiercely. His fist was accompanied by a whistling sound of wind, and the posture seemed to completely crush Wang Xunhai, vowing to put him to death and make him pay a very painful price for the words just now. The power contained in that fist seemed to be able to destroy everything that stood in its way. It was powerful and terrifying, making people shudder. That power seemed to be the wrath of hell, ready to burn everything to ashes.

At this moment, Wang Xunhai suddenly stretched out his hand, the muscles of that hand were tense, the blue veins bulged like a dragon, and he tightly grasped Sun Wukong's wrist like an iron clamp. His finger joints turned white because of the force, showing that he used great strength, as if he wanted to crush Sun Wukong's wrist. The strength seemed to come from the obsession deep in his heart, tenacious and firm, which made people deeply shocked.