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The first thousand four hundred and ninety-seven chapters

After leaving, the bamboo pole demon chose to go all the way south.

Although he left, the bamboo stick monster has never forgotten the little monk and the others.

He wavered more than once and had the idea of ​​going back, but he was scolded by himself every time.

"If you go back, you will die, die!"

Or, he looked at his arms and kept murmuring, "You have put your hands there, you have done your best."

However, in the dead of night, the memory of traveling westward from the Eastern Wasteland to the Central Plains with the young monk would still appear before his eyes.

Although he is a demon, he is a monk.

But through their help along the way, they have become best friends.

At the same time, the young monk is also the person he admires most in his life.

Although he killed countless people, he always had a Buddhist heart.

Following him, my body and mind seemed to have taken refuge, I had found my faith, I felt very at ease, and I was full of hope for the future.

He was impressed by the young monk's character.

He felt that his desertion was a betrayal of their friendship.

However, the bamboo stick monster really didn't have the courage to face the bloody sea.

The only thing he can do is to leave, as far away as possible.

Only in this way can the obsession to look back be permanently suppressed.

One day, when he arrived in a small town, he met a group of demon soldiers who came to support him.

The leader of the monster soldiers is named Su Ming. At first glance, he looks like a very capable and powerful monster.

He asked someone to stop the bamboo pole monster and call him to his horse.

"Where are you from?" he asked, looking at the broken arm of the bamboo stick monster.

"South of Shennong City." The bamboo pole monster told the truth.

This is what he said these days when he was questioned.

There were many monsters heading to Shennong City, and there were also many monsters who were scattered and became defeated soldiers. Almost every day, injured monster soldiers retreated from the front line.

Therefore, the bamboo stick monster is mixed in among them and does not attract anyone's attention at all.

Before he died, the monster looked at the bamboo pole monster again and believed what he said, "How is the battle situation in Shennong City now?"

"It's very tragic." said the bamboo stick monster.

He couldn't bear to think about it, but as soon as he closed his eyes, all he saw was the blood on the stone bridge, and broken limbs flying everywhere.

The dying monster asked again, "Where is the battlefield advancing now?"

"Still on the stone bridge in the southern town." said the bamboo stick monster.

"What?" He frowned on his deathbed.

He glanced at the bamboo pole monster and said, "A bunch of losers! They are still on the stone bridge after so many days."

The dying monster doesn't say much.

He waved his hand and asked his men to give the bamboo stick monster clothes and dry food, "You! Come north with us now!"

"What?" The bamboo stick monster was stunned, "I, I just retreated from the battlefield."

"Stop blabbering." The demon soldier under his command threw him a knife.

"Our commander received the order to gather all the remaining soldiers, assemble all the teams, and must advance to Shennong City in three days!" said the demon soldier.

The bamboo stick monster took it dully, and a thought flashed through his mind: "Is this destiny?"

He stopped struggling and said nothing. After recuperating, he joined the remaining soldiers and marched towards the stone bridge.

Strange to say.

The closer we get to the stone bridge, the more at ease the bamboo stick monster feels.

Until today, he saw the young monk standing alone on the stone bridge.

At this time, the little monk was covered in blood, and the blood had scabbed over his body. He became a blood-robed monk who made the monsters frightened.

The bamboo pole monster originally planned to fish in troubled waters, then cross the stone bridge, run to the young monk and his team, and then leave.

But he has changed his mind now.

Not for anything else, just because he admired the young monk.

He admired this man for traveling unarmed from the Eastern Wasteland to the Central Plains for the sake of his friends.

He admired this man for making a big fuss in the City of Reclining Buddha for the sake of fairness.

He admired this man because he was standing on the stone bridge, shining brighter than the setting sun.

He remembered something someone said.

He said: "A life must shine once in a lifetime, so that it will not be in vain."

If you can't make yourself shine, then stand next to someone who shines, and he will shine with you.

The bamboo stick monster now believes in his evil deeds!

He dragged the young monk out of the pile of corpses and dragged him hard towards Shennong City.

Whoosh!

A slash of the knife struck the monster on the back of the bamboo pole, leaving a long line of blood on the back of the bamboo pole.

His clothes fluttered like bloody butterflies in the setting sun.

"ah!"

The bamboo stick monster roared, turned around in an instant, and stabbed the monster in the heart with a knife that wanted to chop him again!

"Come on!"

The injured Godslayers were rushing over dragging their broken bodies.

The bamboo pole monster chopped down another monster.

"Come on your uncle and take him away!"

The bamboo pole monster tried its best to throw the little monk to a god-killer whose limbs were still there, but his chest was tied up.

The god-killer who was charging forward was stunned.

"What are you doing standing around? Let's go!"

Another god-slayer pushed him, took a step forward, and used his body to block the monster's sword.

The bamboo pole monster took the opportunity to step forward and chop off the sword monster's head.

Warm blood splashed onto the Godslayer's face.

He woke up, twisted around and carried the little monk on his back.

"Don't worry, even if I turn into a ghost, I will send him back to Shennong City!"

The Godslayer wiped his face, which was covered with blood, and said to the fighting brothers with tears in his eyes.

He turned around and walked away, and the wounded who rushed up from behind made way for him.

They kept walking, and the knives in their hands were shining.

There is a horse behind, which is used by the young monk to run.

After the god-killer dragged the young monk up, he also got on the horse and looked at the stone bridge again.

"drive!"

He whipped the horse hard and left the string.

At this moment, his wrapped wound was already soaked with blood due to the force.

"Kill!"

Another man with a severed hand rushed forward to block the bamboo pole monster's knife, and then let the bamboo pole monster chop down the enemy's face.

"superior!"

The monster named Dying waved his hand, and his own elite rushed up the stone bridge.

"withstand!"

The bamboo stick monster roared.

They must buy time for the young monk to escape.

"Do not worry!"

The God Killer, who had just used his body to block the bamboo pole monster's sword, turned around and smiled, roaring and charging towards an elite group.

The monster's elite sword pierced his chest.

"ah!"

The God Killer roared angrily, and slammed into the elite with all his strength, and then clung tightly to his body, dragging his progress...

The rest of the people didn't flinch either.

They tried their best to resist the attacks of these monsters.

Or before dying, they would grab the monster's legs with their hands, or clamp the opponent's weapon with their bodies.

The sun set on the western mountain and put away its last ray of afterglow, as if it didn't want to see this tragic scene in the world again.

Finally, the stone bridge became quiet.

The Godslayers died, but not all of them fell.

Some people were kneeling on the ground, with their bodies in a hugging posture.

Others sat down against the railings of the stone bridge, with their eyes wide open and their mouths wide open, as if they were roaring.

The bamboo stick monster is also tired.

He was kneeling on the stone bridge. His body was covered with scars and he was numb from the pain.

His body felt cold and he felt like the blood in his body was about to drain away.


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