[Volume Ten Final Chapter] Chapter 236: The Death of Zixia
Wu Ma felt a chill in his heart, threw away the Bull Demon King's hand, and pulled Zixia back more than ten feet in an instant.
No one knows how Zhu Bajie became the Bull Demon King, or was the Bull Demon King transferred from the beginning?
There is no point in getting to the bottom of it now. It will definitely be a fierce battle later. Moreover, Wu Ma has a worse premonition in his heart.
"Sun Wukong, I have never seen you so afraid of me,"
The Bull Demon King smiled ferociously, "Is it because you kidnapped my wife and you feel guilty?"
Wu Ma said nothing, but Zixia said: "Stop dreaming, I have no intention of marrying you at all. Do you think you pulled out the purple-green sword? That was my intention."
The Bull Demon King was very calm after hearing this and said, "I know."
Turning around to look at the dancing horse again,
"Sun Wukong, you know, you really disappoint me. I thought you would come here openly and have a good fight with me, but in the end you just slipped away quietly, and you are still the same god.
Aren't you afraid of Monkey King, the Monkey King who dares to fight with hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals?
Are you still a human? No, you are a monster, but you are not even good at being a monster. If there is no monster as cowardly as you, you are just a coward. Look at the needle on your head, I don’t see it.
An ugly and cowardly monster."
"Are you possessed by Tang Sanzang?"
Dancing Horse knew that there would be no good today, so he called out a golden cudgel like an embroidery needle from his ear, turning it into the size of a stick in an instant, "There's so much nonsense, just hit him if you want."
As he spoke, the golden cudgel instantly turned into the thickness of a large iron pot for cooking rice in the dining hall of Wu Ma University, and became as high as the teaching building in the school. It hit the Bull Demon King hard, once, twice, three times,
In just a few strokes, the Bull Demon King was smashed into the ground like a wooden stake, leaving only his head exposed.
But the dancing horse was not at all relaxed, and the Bull Demon King did not show any panic. He smiled and said to the dancing horse: "Come on, if you have the ability, smash my head like a watermelon."
"Thanks for the advice."
The dancing horse raised the golden cudgel high and smashed it down hard.
Halfway through the impact, I suddenly felt a chill on my back.
He stopped the golden cudgel and looked back quickly. Sha Monk was attacking behind him.
Sha Seng's demon-suppressing staff was incredibly fast, and it hit Wu Ma's chest in an instant, leaving him with no time to dodge.
Wu Ma found it unbelievable. How could Sha Monk be so powerful? If Tang Sanzang was so powerful, he could be captured by the Bull Demon King? It seemed outrageous.
If he couldn't dodge, he wouldn't dodge at all. Wu Ma quickly condensed his magic power into his chest, intending to take this hit.
But a figure suddenly stood in front of the dancing horse.
At this moment, the Demon-Subduing Treasure Staff swayed rapidly and turned into a three-pointed knife. Then the shadow flashed and penetrated the figure blocking the dancing horse.
"Zixia!"
Wu Ma quickly hugged Zixia, and her heart ached when she saw blood pouring from her chest, "Why are you just joining in the fun?"
What makes Dancing Horse even more painful is that along with this heartache, the golden hoop on his head shrinks smaller and smaller, his head hurts more and more, his nerves are torn, and his vision is a little blurry.
Wu Ma didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, and he didn't have time to savor it carefully. He raised his head and looked at Sha Seng, and sneered: "Weapons have been revealed, why are you pretending to be a wolf with a big tail?"
The Bull Demon King in the distance smiled and said: "Sun Wukong, my good brother, I will introduce you to an old friend."
Monk Sha in front of him snorted coldly, his whole body flashed with light, and he turned into the appearance of Erlang Shen,
"Sun Wukong, by the order of the Jade Emperor, I have come here to capture you and bring you to heaven for questioning. If you are now enlightened and the prodigal son turns back to study with Tang Sanzang in the West, I will make the decision to spare your life."
"The gods in the sky and the Tatar demons have joined forces. Erlang Shen, where is your bottom line?"
"Hmph, to conquer demons, why not be afraid of using any means."
Zixia was a little panicked when she saw Erlang Shen. She had defeated Erlang Shen before, but later she realized that Erlang Shen was actually letting her surrender at that time. At that time, Erlang Shen didn't even use one-tenth of his skills.
"What should I do? The Bull Demon King alone is powerful enough. Plus Erlang Shen, I can't beat him. What's more... I'm injured again, so I can only drag you down."
Zixia and Wuma said: "Otherwise... just go get the scriptures. I'll wait for you here... and come to me after you get the scriptures..."
The more Zixia talked, the weaker she became. By the last few words, Wu Ma could hardly hear them clearly. He was so distressed that he refused to let Zixia continue talking.
Erlang Shen sneered and said: "Zixia, without approval, you secretly fell in love with monsters and mortals in the mortal world, ruining the reputation of the heaven. Your crime will be increased. I need to capture you today and obey the Jade Emperor's orders."
"Don't you understand yet," Wu Ma looked at Zixia, "these gods and monsters are colluding together to talk about turning back and finding a way out, and talking about escaping from the sea of suffering. In fact, they want to drive us two to death."
Wu Ma said, his face turned serious, and he pointed the golden hoop in his hand at Erlang Shen.
He was really cruel and swore to himself: The knife Erlang Shen stabbed into Zixia's chest would be repaid a hundred times a thousand times.
The scarlet blood moon hung high above the head, and the dancing horse's field of vision was also filled with red, as if the whole world was sinking into a sea of blood.
The Bull Demon King shouted loudly, and countless cow lice shook off his body, turning into countless cow louse monsters and swarming towards the dancing horse.
Erlang Shen shouted loudly, and countless heavenly soldiers descended from the sky, falling like raindrops and hitting the dancing horse.
The dancing horse grabbed a handful of monkey hair from the back of its head and blew it into the void. The monkey hair turned into countless monkey cubs, each holding a stick to face the bull-lice monster and the heavenly soldiers and generals.
Catch the thief first. Catch the king first. Wu Ma has understood this principle since he was a child. When he was bullied by a group of bad students in junior high school, he never paid attention to those little minions. He only stared at the boss of the other party and beat him, and Wu Ma often beat him until the end.
His face was bruised and swollen after being beaten, and the opponent's boss was basically sent to the hospital. Later, when Wu Ma was beaten, the boss didn't come forward and watched from a distance. Wu Ma still had to find the boss and beat him to death. A month later
, no one dares to mess with him anymore.
At this moment, Wu Ma was staring at Erlang Shen, who didn't even look at the Bull Demon King's mixed-iron rod as it hit him.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
Erlang Shen's three-pointed knife was sharpened by Wu Ma and beaten into a round stick.
The dancing horse, with its head covered in blood, chased Erlang Shen desperately.
The severe pain from the golden hoop on his head became the catalyst for him to activate his own potential. It was as if the most powerful force in the world was drilling into his body, and every swing of the stick had the power to overturn mountains and seas.
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Erlangshen was frightened by his aura and stepped back repeatedly. Erlangshen couldn't say a word, or he didn't care about speaking. He might be beaten if he was distracted even a little bit.
The Bull Demon King was also shocked. He was afraid that Sun Wukong really beat Erlang Shen to death. Whose does it belong to? Although he is a monster, by chance, he was taken in by the Heavenly Court and became a monster within the system, with a formal identity.
It's different. Doesn't he also have to take responsibility?
The Bull Demon King held his mixed iron rod directly at the head of the dancing horse and said, "Sun Wukong, who are you looking down on? Have a fight with me, the old cow."
Wu Ma glanced at him coldly, and the Bull Demon King seemed to have been struck by cold electricity, and a voice seemed to ring in his ears - "You can't run away, just wait."
"Bima Wen," Erlang Shen said angrily, "Don't go too far, or I'll let the roaring dog bite you!"
Wasn't the Roaring Dog stewed and eaten in dog meat hot pot? A thought flashed through Wu Ma's mind.
The next moment, Erlangshen was knocked unconscious by his stick, and his head was half broken.
The Roaring Sky Dog that had just been released was also knocked unconscious. It turned its four paws upward and fell to the ground.
The Bull Demon King rushed forward and tried his best to save Erlang Shen. Wu Ma took advantage of this moment and grabbed the Bull Demon King's chest.
"What are you going to do! You won't let go of the male demon? Pervert -"
Before the Bull Demon King could react, Wu Ma grabbed the Moonlight Treasure Box and slapped the opponent away with one palm, "I see your forehead is turning green, I'll spare your life."
Regardless of the bull-lice monsters and heavenly soldiers and generals all over the sky, the dancing horse flew up to the sky with Zixia in its arms.
The two of them were covered in bright red blood, the moonlight shining down on them was also scarlet, and the moon above their heads was also blood red. This scene was both tragic and romantic.
The Bull Demon King stood on the ground, looking at such a picture, and felt that it was so beautiful. It seemed like the masterpiece painted by the top painters in the world. The Bull Demon King once thought, or let them escape, just for this beautiful picture.
Picture, there is nothing else to care about.
The dancing horse flew higher and higher, and the heavenly soldiers and generals on the ground looked only the size of lice. He felt that if he kept flying, he would soon reach the moon.
"Zixia," Wu Ma said, "Wake up and I'll take you to see the moon, it's red."
Zixia said: "I'm a little cold."
"Then let me hold you tighter."
"It's still cold...Am I going to die?"
"You can't die," Wu Ma said, taking out the moonlight treasure box from his arms, "We have it, do you still remember how you got into its red light and traveled through time with me several times?"
"Well, one time I almost couldn't catch up with you and I was almost dying of anxiety."
Zixia's body became colder and colder, and Wu Ma felt that she could not drag it on any longer.
"Prajna-"
He held the treasure box high and shouted at the moon, "Wa—"
"Sun Wukong!"
In mid-air, a figure sitting cross-legged suddenly appeared.
The dancing horse squinted and looked, Tang Sanzang?
"Sun Wukong, let go of the past and all the things in this world,"
As Tang Sanzang spoke, his body swayed and turned into the appearance of Guanyin Bodhisattva.
"The wider world is waiting for you to see it, and the wider world is waiting for your salvation. Why bother with a leaf?"
The moment he saw Guanyin Bodhisattva, Wu Ma suddenly realized - the so-called wedding of the Bull Demon King, the so-called moonlight treasure box, the purple-green sword, the so-called Qingxia, Bai Jingjing, Chun Sanniang, the so-called Zixia's sweetheart,
In fact, it was a pure game from the beginning.
These are just the foreshadowing and catalyst for the Supreme Treasure to willingly become Sun Wukong and follow Tang Monk to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures without any regrets.
Not only in this divine world, but also in the original movie.
And when the dancing horse replaced the Supreme Treasure, put on the golden hoop, but did not give up Zixia according to the preset script, and followed Tang Monk to the West, the director and editor hiding behind the script was Guanyin Bodhisattva, or even Buddha
, I have to stand up and speak.
Wu Ma thought: Who did the wrong thing in this matter? It seems that no one was at fault. The Buddha and Guanyin Bodhisattva wanted the Supreme Treasure to escort Tang Sanzang to the West to obtain scriptures in order to save all sentient beings and relieve suffering. But the Supreme Treasure and Zi
What Xia wants is true love.
Wu Ma thought, if you go to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures, any one of you can look for them, but don’t look for me. I don’t want to do it.
He sneered and read: "Luo-mi!"
When he called Luo, Erlangshen on the ground suddenly woke up, with half of his head missing, and stretched out his hand towards him, stretching his arms longer and longer.
When he shouted the secret, red light shot out from the moonlight treasure box and quickly enveloped the dancing horse's body.
At this moment, Erlangshen grabbed Zixia in the arms of the dancing horse.
Erlangshen's strength suddenly became incredibly strong, and he pulled Zixia out of the red light.
Wu Ma grabbed Zixia's hand with all her strength, and she didn't know whether it was Guanyin Bodhisattva or Tang Sanzang, who suddenly recited the tightening curse.
Pain ten thousand times more severe than before fell on Wu Ma's head, and his face became extremely ferocious.
The dancing horse didn't want to scare Zixia, so it didn't dare to howl in pain and misery like it did during the day when no one was around.
It was in that deafening howl that he withstood the most extreme physical pain that the world could bear, or that it was impossible to bear.
After carrying it over, he discovered that the upper half of his head had been strangled to look like a Teletubbies.
The red light emitted by the Moonlight Box seemed to have stopped time and froze in mid-air. This made Wu Ma's idea of going back in time to escape the trap come to nothing.
"Sun Wukong,"
Tang Sanzang's voice came from nowhere, "Let go of Zixia's hand. In this way, Zixia won't die, and your head won't have the slightest pain anymore. We can finally get back together and help each other, so why bother."
Of course Wu Ma understood that what Tang Sanzang said about letting go of each other's hands didn't really mean letting go. And what he said about letting go of each other's hands, Zixia will not die, may be true. But let go of each other's hands.
Hands mean falling into the trap set by Buddha and Bodhisattvas and giving up what you love in your heart.
Dance the horse to resist death.
"Amitabha," Tang Sanzang sighed, "if the golden hoop gets smaller, your head will explode."
Wu Ma gritted her teeth and said, "I won't let go even if it explodes!"
"Let go,"
Zixia suddenly spoke. She shook her head and looked at Wu Ma painfully, "Wuma, I suddenly want to survive."
"Don't be afraid," Wu Ma said, "I will take you back in time, and you will be more alive than before."
Zixia said: "I won't be able to hold on until that time, because your head will have exploded by then."
Wu Ma said: "But I can hold it, and you have to believe that I can hold it, and that you can hold it too. Otherwise, all our previous efforts and persistence will be in vain."
"Dancing Horse."
"Um?"
"Tell me, why did Qingxia leave?"
"I want to know too. When did this happen? Tell me something useful."
"She just looked at your coconut heart," Zixia said, "I clearly asked her not to look at it...she did it because of me-"
"It's my problem, it has nothing to do with you."
"Qingxia, she is actually my sister," Zixia's bitter smile turned into a relieved smile, "She taught me something."
"What?"
Zixia said two words, but made no sound.
Wu Ma panicked and said no. At this time, his hand could no longer hold her.
"Dancing horse," Zixia shook her head and said with a smile, "I'm not afraid that our efforts will be in vain, but I'm afraid that your head will explode. That would be too ugly."
After Zixia finished speaking, she suddenly pulled out the purple-green sword and cut off the arm that Wu Ma was holding with one stroke.
Dancing Horse grabbed her severed arm, with the remaining warmth still in his hand. He howled heartbreakingly, trying to rush up to catch her, but at this time, the red light of the Moonlight Box moved again, and captured her firmly.
It seized his body and made him unable to move at all.
Wu Ma saw Zixia floating outward in mid-air, getting further and further away from him.
He saw her looking at him with a smile and saying something to him, but the sound did not come through, but this time Wu Ma understood, what Zixia said was - "Goodbye, see you in the next life, I will definitely remember you in the next life."
Remember the three moles on the soles of your feet, they are the secret codes for us to recognize each other!"
After saying that, Zixia closed her eyes and turned into a wick and disappeared into the clouds.
The dancing horse tried to chase into the clouds, but was swept away by the red light of the Moonlight Treasure Box and fell into chaos, losing consciousness...
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