[Journey to the West] Fighting the Holy Buddha is very leisurely

The wind at night was a bit cool, Wukong and Qingjue were walking on the road, staring at the side vigilantly, Liu Er was still around here, he couldn't get out of this formation, even if he knew that he was seriously injured, and things couldn't recover in such a short time , but the two of them still subconsciously be careful.

There are a lot of bugs active at night, and the struggle between predators and food has always existed from day to night. Spiders weave their webs and wait for their prey to slam into them. Today's moonlight is very bright, and Wukong, who is looking around, can easily lose his mind. You can see the fine and dense spider webs, and the flying insects bump into them, sticking there and never getting out.

Wukong didn't know why he noticed this. He was prone to distraction recently. This seemed to be one of the sequelae of losing all mana. He couldn't fully focus on the improvement of mana like before, but would subconsciously focus on other things.

The spider has a lot of prey, and it slowly entangles the prey on the web even more, preventing them from escaping.The spider thing.If Wukong had noticed before, he would have imagined himself as a predator without hesitation, but not necessarily now.

He felt like those flying bugs, carefully moving their wings in a pile of spider webs, not knowing when they would collide.

Qingjue turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Wukong withdrew his gaze and said, "It's nothing, let's go."

Qingjue stopped, he tilted his head slightly, looked at the slow-moving spider, the best prey it had was a dead butterfly, its white wings were motionless, Qingjue frowned, he walked Going to Wukong's side, tugged at his sleeve, and said with a wry smile: "Master, isn't he a person who touches the scene?"

Wukong was taken aback by this sentence, he probably wouldn't have thought that he still had such a time, so he shook his head vigorously, pulled Qing Jue and hurried away.

"Master, do you think you look like the butterfly that hit the spider web?" Qingjue's faint voice came over, "Don't worry, Master is much prettier than that butterfly."

Wukong glared at him, Qingjue smiled, and he continued to speak, but this time he spoke more seriously: "I know that Master has always cared about such things as the loss of mana, I can understand, anyone can do it. It cannot be accepted as such.

But butterflies are not necessarily weak, and the master should never compare himself with useless insects. "

"It won't happen in the future." Wukong's eyes softened a little, and he patted his forehead annoyedly, "I don't know what happened, but recently I have become as fond of sadness as women, and I am also prone to distraction. "

"Isn't it good to be a little bit emotional like a woman?" Qing Jue said with a smile, "Finally a little bit alive."

"I was alive before." Wukong rubbed his nose, secretly cursing the little demon for his improper use of words, but recalling his previous words, he was a little confused, "Aren't butterflies always fragile?"

Qingjue took a step behind him, smiled softly, and said: "I heard a strange story from the Wei family before. A butterfly flaps its wings in one place, and under the action of several forces, it will be in another place after a few months. A hurricane caused by a place, Wei Yang said this is called science, but if you think about it carefully, isn't it what we call 'cause and effect'?"

Qingjue paused for a moment, and then continued: "The cause may be unintentional, but he doesn't know where it will bear fruit. Master, the meaning of the ancestor seems inexplicable, but if you think about it, you, Or we don't know when to plant the cause."

Wukong was stunned for a moment, he thought about Qingjue's words carefully, and suddenly realized something.

"No wonder the ancestor still praised you for your spiritual energy," Wukong smiled, "I can't figure out what kind of fruit we have attracted."

The back door of Wei's house is the same as what Qingjue said, it's easy to get in, but when Qingjue led Wukong into the door, he suddenly frowned and said, "It's not right."

"What's wrong?" Goku asked.

"Although there are few people at the back door of Wei's house, it's not that there are no one there." Qingjue stopped, found a corner without lights and hid, and whispered to Wukong, "The last time I came here, when I walked here, I've seen at least three groups of people patrolling, and haven't encountered a single one so far."

The two of them were more careful, Qingjue took Wukong to Wei Lixin's room almost step by step, and met very few people along the way. Although the two of them were not stopped from the beginning to the end, they still did not relax. , but felt even more weird.

Qingjue, who was halfway there, suddenly clenched Wukong's hand, and his footsteps stopped abruptly, almost exposing the two of them to the light. Wukong quickly pulled him back and asked, "What's wrong?"

"There is a bloody smell," Qing Jue stared, "the bloody smell of the snake demon."

"Is it Qingling?" Wukong frowned, "How far is she from us?"

"That's not Qingling," Qingjue shook his head. Although he frowned habitually, this was the first time he had frowned like this. Qingjue's grip on Wukong's hand was a little weaker, but Wukong could still feel the force in his hand. "It's... Wei Yang."

Wukong patted him on the shoulder when he heard the words, Qingjue was still young after all, he didn't know how to react to this situation, Wei Yang almost killed Qingyan, although there was the Ziyehua, but Qingyan's injury was a fact, In Qingjue's eyes, Wei Yang is his relative, but Qingyan is his life.

"He's in trouble," Qing Jue lowered his eyes, "By this time, the spiritual energy in his body has been exhausted, and he can't use mana just like ordinary people, and sometimes he is even weaker than ordinary people, and someone is embarrassing him. "

"Do you want to care?" Wukong looked at him, "If you drag it on, he will die."

Qingjue gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry! Wei Yang is ashamed of Qingjue. He shouldn't die at the hands of humans. He hasn't apologized to Qingyan yet!"

In the room, Wei Yang was curled up in a corner. There were several huge gashes on his body, and blood flowed out. He Yansheng sat on the stool with a whip and watched him, as if he was not in a hurry to kill him.

"You... so courageous..." Wei Yang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, "You dare to attack me..."

All the people patrolling at night were transferred by He Yansheng to look at this place, and no one was allowed to come in. He looked at the embarrassed Wei Yang proudly, and said, "Let me see who else dares to protect you now? The old man looks at him like that." You won't live long, and the young master you put on top of your heart is still lying on the bed and pretending to be dead, you are now a bereaved dog!"

Wei Yang stared at him.

"The young master can't find out about me. Even if he finds out something, he doesn't dare to do anything to me. He has just become the head of the family, and his foundation is not stable. He has to rely on his two uncles for everything. From now on, he will be just an empty shelf. "He Yansheng grinned grimly, "I'll give you a good time now, and you won't have to look down upon that useless young master in the future."

Wei Yang's eyes were almost blood red. He wanted to kill the person in front of him, but he didn't even have the strength to stand up. His spiritual power was exhausted. No matter how unwilling he is, he can only be slaughtered by others.

Wei Yang's eyes were blurred, and the pain in his body could no longer wake him up. Even if he failed to break the formation last time, he didn't feel this way—death was so close to him.

The Yaozu's last killing move blew himself up and he couldn't use it. In this range, everyone couldn't survive, including Wei Lixin, who he was thinking about.

In the young master's room, Wei Lixin, who was lying on the bed like a dead body, suddenly jumped up and ran outside, startling the servants who were cleaning beside him.

"Master!" The servant subconsciously wanted to hold him back, Wei Li turned his head abruptly, his green eyes frightened the girl.

"Let go now! Or I'll kill you!"

The girl screamed and let go, Wei Lixin slammed open the door and rushed out, the girl sitting on the ground sobbed softly, if it wasn't for the swinging door, she almost thought it was a nightmare.

What the hell happened to this family...

Wei Lixin is no longer human, he has Qingling in his body, Qingjue can smell Weiyang's blood, so can he.

He chased out following the smell of blood, and when he was only one step away from Wei Yang, a group of people came out to stop him: "Master, you are still recuperating, you cannot enter this place."

"I can't go in?" Wei Li stared at him indifferently with his dark green eyes, "Say it again?"

"Young Master can't enter..." The man hesitated for a while, but his voice was still cold, "Young Master is not in good health, you should go back to recuperate. What happens here has nothing to do with Young Master."

"Oh?" Under such circumstances, Wei Lixin actually stopped and smiled at him, and in the next second, his sharp claws cut the man's throat.

His extreme anger was captured by Zi Yehua. Under such circumstances, Wei Lixin was not taken away by Qing Ling, but he could use Qing Ling's ability. I have to say that his body is very suitable for demons, maybe it is with Wei Ling. Yang stayed for a long time, and the fit was actually very high.

At least it was very smooth when killing people, and he was more decisive than when he attacked Wukong at that time.

His fingers had completely turned into claws, and his sharp nails looked like beasts. However, He Yansheng arranged too many people, and even if he became more proficient, he couldn't walk fast.

The smell of blood in the building became stronger and stronger, and the green light in Wei Li's eyes became brighter and brighter.

But when he walked to the door of the room with difficulty, he smashed the door open with his hands, and what he saw was Wei Yang's eyes that had lost their spirit.

He Yansheng held a knife in his hand, the sharp blade had already sunk into Wei Yang's chest, and the monster would die too. Wei Yang's eyes were still open with a bit of reluctance, he was clearly looking in the direction of the door, It seemed to be waiting for someone to come.

It was a step too late after all.

The dead Wei Yang was quickly drawn in the shape of a snake, which was his real body. The cyan snake was almost full of scars. He Yansheng was startled by Wei Lixin, and when he looked down at Wei Yang, he was horrified. Unable to even hold the knife, he sat on the ground with a bang in the pool of blood.

The current Wei family keeps the matter of the demons a secret, and only the old Patriarch and Wei Lixin know about it. Seeing this scene, He Yansheng's eyes almost popped out.

When Wukong and Qingjue ran to Weiyang's residence at the fastest speed, Wei Lixin's sad roar pierced the night sky and reached their ears.

Wukong suddenly stopped, and sighed towards the stiff child in front of him: "Qingjue, we are one step too late."