In a dark void space, the fluorescent light tied to the body dissipated like a swarm of bees that took off in an instant.

The monkey widened his eyes, but it was floating motionlessly as if he was dead, and slowly rotated.

The broken flesh and limbs were suspended aside.

This is a world where there is no sound, no wind, no light, no clouds, no gravity, and even no time, and only the abundant spiritual energy is left to crazily pour into the body.

In the endless darkness, everything is slowly disappearing, and even the memories in my mind are no exception.

The blood-stained hair slowly stretched out one by one, trembling slightly. The blood dripping was suspended in the air, like red pearls.

...

The gap disappeared, and the red light under the gap disappeared.

Outside the Nantian Gate, the wind was blowing slowly, and the tiny sand and stones floated across the blood-stained ground.

The sky was rolling, but it was not like the vortex as before. Even the lightning that was originally everywhere disappeared.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into boundless silence.

Yang Jian hung in the distance and watched silently, the three-pointed two-edged knife in his hand tightened again and again.

...

In the Lingxiao Palace, the immortals all widened their eyes, trying to find a slight abnormality from the scene in front of them.

The Jade Emperor stretched out his neck and slowly stood up with the dragon's mouth, but he just kept his posture motionless.

...

In the South Heaven Gate, Taoists whispered and slowly gathered towards the exit of the South Heaven Gate.

...

On the narrow mountain road, Yang Chan sat on the ground looking in the direction of the Nantianmen, covering her face and crying. The Yu Ding Zhenren beside her frowned helplessly. She looked at her sob disciple and said nothing.

...

In the collapsed underground passage of Nantianmen, Wufang Jiedi raised his head blankly.

The glimmer of light from the ground shone through the gap on their faces, but no longer could see the clouds that gathered into whirlpools, nor could the sounds of deafening ears be heard.

“Has failed?”

The heavenly generals who surrounded them looked at each other one by one.

...

In a pigpen in a family in a certain area of ​​Nanzhanbu Continent, a newly born pig was staring blankly at the sky through its damaged roof, with tears rising from the corners of her eyes.

Behind him, a group of pigs were crowded over the sow's nipples, making a "hum" sound.

...

Yuanshi Tianzun and the leader of Tongtian Sect walked out of the Miluo Palace together, just as before. The Heavenly Court in the night smiled helplessly.

"If the heavenly tribulation really opens up spiritual wisdom, what do you think he is thinking?"

"I'm afraid only he knows about this." Yuan Shitian Zun slowly looked towards the direction of Tushita Palace.

In the hall, the huge Heavenly Dao Stone was left with only a piece of fist size still floating, as if it had stopped the collapse process.

The Supreme Laojun lowered his head and covered his lips and coughed up a wisp of blood.

"Is it okay?" Zhen Yuanzi asked in a low voice.

After finally recovering, Laojun whispered: "Is there any difference between having something or not? Is it just waiting to be liquidated if I have something to do? I have a handful of old bones. I just wait for the liquidation."

The expression was full of indifference.

...

At Lingshan Daleiyin Temple, the golden giant Buddha slowly closed his eyes and sat still motionless.

...

In the void, the monkey's meridians pulsed slightly. The next moment, the body slowly shattered and turned into sand and dust to float away.

...

The colorful light in the sky completely disappeared, and Qianxin Palace once again fell into darkness.

On the monkey's name tag hanging on the wall, the three words "Sun Wukong" slowly dissipated.

In the middle of the hall, Subhuti sat blankly, facing the empty chess board.

The fire on the candlestick has long burned out, a breeze penetrated through the window frame, and the entire slanting moon Sanxing Cave was so quiet that only the whistling sound of the wind was left.

He slowly raised his head and glanced at the empty palace.

A thunder passed by, illuminating an old face.

Maybe it wasn't until this time that he realized that no one would take the lights for him again.

After a long time, he smiled slowly and shook his head helplessly. Holding on the floor, he stood up bit by bit, took out the fire stick, and took out the staggering steps to light the candles on the candlestick one by one.

...

In the world of nothingness, the monkey's body still rolled slowly, motionless.

The scenes of the past passed by, turning yellow and dissipated with wind that did not exist.

The abundant spiritual power was still pouring into the body frantically, and the meridians on the arms were already stretched out, but the wound showed no sign of healing.

...

The sailing fleet, Yisu, stared blankly at the sky that was as usual, his mind was blank.

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Flower and fruit mountain.

The whole sky darkened, and the originally earth-shaking shouts of killing seemed to have been suddenly cut off.

The Tathagata of the Dharma Ming looked at the direction of the Nantian Gate and was stunned, and the monks under his command were also at a loss for a moment.

Opposite them, the overwhelming demon army was silent, leaving only the sound of strong wind stroking the sails.

The war drums stopped and the horn calmed down.

Looking blankly at the direction of Nantianmen, his short mouth opened wide, and it was as if he had been sucked. The long sword in his hand fell to the ground with a "clang" sound and rolled slightly.

"What's this...what's going to tell me what's going on?" The Nine-Headed Worm flew back to the flagship like a gust of wind.

The demon generals returned to the warship one by one, and the army began to retreat slowly.

"Is it... the Great Sage dead?"

Someone asked, but no one answered.

After a while, a dark sob came from the demon group.

A strong wind blew, raised the sails, but also spread the crying sounds throughout every warship. The men who had experienced life and death and were seeking to survive in their iron blood sat on the ground like children, crying loudly.

The nine sons of Lingtai looked at each other in a daze without saying a word.

Someone in the army hummed a song, and gradually, every monster was singing along with him. Even the monsters in the distant city walked out of their homes one by one, looking up at the sky to agree.

The sound was like needles, reaching the internal organs through the skin.

No one can understand what they are singing. Maybe even they themselves can't understand. Without the Monkey King's Monkey King, no one can understand it.

This moment is the crushing of a racial belief.

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The gate of the Nantian Gate opened with a bang.

The heavenly soldiers, accompanied by the Taoist disciples from Kunlun Mountain, walked out slowly one by one, staring blankly at the vast world in front of them. The next moment, cheers burst out from the crowd, throwing all the items into the sky.

Until this time, the Jade Emperor on the dragon throne, Li Jing and Taiyi Zhenren in the core of the magic circle slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Cheers came. The five sides of the passage closed their eyes at the same time, sat cross-legged, and folded their hands together.

The face slowly dried up.

Nezha wiped his cold sweat and pointed at the golden head Jie Di and said, "Take it!"

"promise!"

A group of generals rushed towards the Wufang Jiedi, but found that they had all transformed into mummies when they touched them.

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The songs containing sadness echoed in my ears.

The Tathagata clasped his hands together and his eyes closed.

"What should I do next for Sakyamuni? Please make it clear."

After a long time, a short voice came to my mind: "As long as you plan."

Tathagata nodded silently by the Dharma.
To be continued...