Black Myth: You and I are both destined

Red Boy was once again knocked flying by Nezha's powerful force, and his body fell on the hot scorched earth like a kite with a broken string. Blood spurted out of his mouth and instantly turned into wisps of blood mist on the hot ground.

He struggled to stand up, but did not look at Nezha. Instead, he turned to look at his father, the Bull Demon King.

His eyes were like two burning flames of anger, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the Bull Demon King.

"Can't fight?"

Red Boy's voice was filled with endless grief and resentment, and it sounded particularly mournful amid the howling hot wind and gurgling magma of the Flaming Mountain.

"When your sworn brother came to attack you, you said he couldn't fight him, but your concubine was beaten to death!"

Red Boy's chest heaved violently, and every breath was filled with deep pain and anger.

His hands were clenched into fists, and the flames wrapped around his hands jumped wildly due to the violent fluctuations of emotions.

"Later, they still refused to give up and came after mother. You told me not to fight them, so they smashed the gate of Cuiyun Palace and stole mother's treasured fan."

Tears of blood flowed from Red Boy's eyes, slid down his cheeks, and sizzled in the high temperature.

He gritted his teeth, his gums bleeding from the force, and he looked like an avenger from hell.

"Later, when all the gods and Buddhas came to attack you, you still said that you couldn't fight. With your ability, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie might not be able to catch you. If you had fought with those gods and Buddhas, I don't believe you couldn't kill a few!"

Red Boy's voice was almost a roar, and every word he spoke was like stabbing the Bull Demon King in the heart.

"I later found out that you said the same thing when Guanyin took me away."

Red Boy touched the blade on his arm that was flashing with flaming light, and his body trembled slightly.

"Do you know what the Thousand-Ren Lotus Platform is?"

His eyes revealed deep pain and despair, as if he recalled the endless torture he suffered in the South China Sea.

“Do you know what it’s like to sit on it?”

"I tell you, you think I sat on it every day when I was learning skills in the South China Sea!" Red Boy's blood and tears continued to flow, dripping on the charred land and were instantly evaporated by the high temperature.

"What do you mean you can't fight? I think you're just afraid!"

"You know my background and have seen what I am going through now, so why are you still afraid?"

Red Boy walked towards the Bull Demon King step by step, and every step was accompanied by a heavy sense of oppression.

"What kind of demon king are you? I may not have your abilities, but you would never dare to do what I have done in your entire life!"

After saying that, Red Boy turned around abruptly, and rushed towards Nezha with determination and madness, roaring.

At this moment, flames burst out from his body, forming a huge pillar of fire, as if it was going to burn the entire world to ashes.

Nezha still stood there calmly, as if Red Boy's anger had nothing to do with him. His small body exuded a cold aura, and the demon-slaying sword in his hand flashed with a cold light.

He held the demon-slaying sword in his backhand, squatted slightly, and made an attacking gesture.

With this move, he wants to cut off Red Boy's head. This is a sure-kill move!

In this moment of life and death, the magma of the Flaming Mountain erupted more violently, and huge columns of magma shot up into the sky, dyeing the sky even more blood-red.

The hot wind was like a knife, slashing across his face painfully. Red Boy rushed towards Nezha like a burning meteor, while Nezha was like an icy mountain, waiting for Red Boy's attack.

The Bull Demon King opened his eyes wide and wanted to shout but found that his throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

The entire Flaming Mountain seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome of this fierce conflict.

……

At the same time, in the space inside the mixed iron rod, time seemed to be frozen and yet chaotic.

Tianming was in the middle of it, observing his surroundings carefully.

His sharp eyes quickly swept across the mountain wall, and saw the three large characters "Bishuidong" engraved on it. Although the characters had been eroded by time, they were still clearly legible.

The sundials and stone bells on the roadside stand quietly, as if silently telling stories of the past.

The scale on the sundial is a little blurry, but the overall structure is still intact, and the pointer of the stone bell is not damaged. This shows that this should be the Bishui Cave of the past.

Just as Tianming was thinking, a large silver iron ball with thorny horns fell from the sky like a meteor, bringing with it a whistling sound, and headed straight for Tianming.

In an instant, the air seemed to be torn apart.

Tianming's heart trembled, and he instantly recognized that this was the iron ball of Xinghongxuan and Tianhongxing.

These two people had their essences sucked away by him before the three levels of the flaming land, but now they appeared here again to stop him, which made him more certain that this was his idea from the past.

Not only did the iron ball rush towards Tianming at a high speed, but it also made a noisy sound from inside.

"Look, you thief, there's a guy with a hairy face, he's uglier than me."

The man's sharp voice echoed in the space.

"Man, I think you are confused. The madam told us to guard here. No matter how ugly he is, just kill him if he breaks in." One of the women responded without showing any weakness.

"Understood!" With a loud shout, the big iron ball split into two halves in the middle, like a blooming steel flower.

At the moment of spinning and splitting, a Yaksha appeared on each side.

Each of them held half of the iron ball as a shield, and held a black sword-like weapon in his hand. He grinned, revealing a mouthful of jagged yellow teeth, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

The man on the right has a triangular head, white face and yellow teeth, and his long hair is flying freely in the air flow.

His small eyes were filled with cunning and ferocity. His upper body was naked, and his rusty-copper skin gleamed oilily in the dim light. His feet were bare and his back was hunched like a fully drawn bow.

This person is naturally excited.

Xian Hongxing on the left also uses an iron ball as a shield. Although the two horns on her head are only the size of a thumb, they exude a cold aura.

Her face is somewhat similar to Red Boy, and there is a fierceness in her eyes.

Tianming looked at them with a slight smile on his face. When he saw their appearance for the first time, he couldn't help but tease them.

"No wonder you are so loyal to Red Boy."

"That kid has two horns on his head and looks just like you. How can he be a bull demon? After seeing you, I finally know who his biological parents are."

Upon hearing this, Xing Hongxuan roared, kicked his feet, and rushed towards Tianming first.

The sharp weapon in his hand drew a black arc in the air, accompanied by a sound of breaking wind.

Xian Hongxing followed closely behind, her figure was as agile as a ghost, and the iron ball shield in front of her flashed a cold silver light, as if it could withstand all attacks.

Tianming dodged their attacks like a nimble monkey.

But the attacks of Xing Hongtian and Tian Hongxing became more and more fierce. They cooperated well, one on the left and one on the right, and forced Tianming into a corner.

"Although I don't know what you are saying, it doesn't sound good. Today I will make sure you never return!" Xing Hongtian roared, raised the weapon again, and chopped it down hard on Tianming's head.

Xian Hongxing attacked from the side, and the iron ball shield hit Tianming's waist.

Boom——!

The next second, Qian Hongxing flew backwards and hit the mountain wall and died on the spot!

Tianming looked at her body.

"It's okay to hit someone in the waist, but hitting them in the waist is too much!"