PNB Chapter 61 Untitled
Chapter 61 Untitled
Xuanzang actually woke up when Wukong lay on top of him.
Of course he was dying of exhaustion, but if a guy was willing to throw himself into his arms and hug him, he would be happy to sit up even if he was dying.He thought that putting his face on his chest was already a big gain, but he didn't expect Wukong to give him a surprise.
He even kissed himself.
God knows, the moment Wukong kissed him, his brain would explode.
He was afraid that Wukong would be ashamed and angry if he caught him, and in order to calm his excitement, he waited half an hour before he opened his eyes and woke up officially.
Another big improvement!Let me see where my Wukong kid is hiding and shy?
He slowly got up from the ground with a smile on his face, actually wanted to purse his lips more reservedly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't stop rising.
He looked around, his eyes sweeping over the edge of the grassy slope, and then his smile froze on his face.
Looking at the ball on the ground, Xuanzang had a very bad premonition.He ran over there in a hurry, and even tripped over his left foot on a rare occasion, and almost fell to the ground, but he wobbled twice and stabilized himself.
Almost instantly, Xuanzang was at Wukong's side.
But looking at Wukong, who was lying on the ground without breath like a corpse, his hands trembling, an extremely decisive person, dare not look at it at this moment.
Wukong is always full of anger. Even if he loses his cultivation, Xuanzang can always feel that there is a small burning flame in the space where he is, hot and vigorous, constantly burning——
But now before him there was only--only a pale--bleak--
"Pa——" he gave himself a slap in a daze, and murmured in a low voice, as if saying to himself, but also as if warning others, "What nonsense are you talking about, what kind of demonic words are these... ..."
"This is the magic of the monster... Yes, I read it wrong... I'm too tired... I'll go back—go back to sleep, I'll be fine after I sleep...I'll go back—go back— "
He didn't even dare to look at Wukong on the ground again, he stumbled back and ran back, halfway through the run, his left foot tripped over his right foot again, this time he couldn't adjust properly, and fell to the ground.
Xuanzang sat on the ground in a daze for a long time.
After a long time, he seemed to come back to life.
"It hurts so much—" he said in a hoarse voice, his voice changed, a little aggrieved, "Wukong, I hurt so much—why haven't you come back from picking wild fruits—"
"Wukong-kong-kong-kong-" He shouted into the distance, and the voice spread far, far away, "Master is already hungry, why haven't you come back-ah-ah-ah- —”
"Why - you haven't come back yet." He lowered his head and said in a low voice, his dull eyes were dull, and the sockets of his eyes suddenly turned red.
"No, maybe it's just an immortal spell!" He suddenly stumbled and ran back to Wukong, hugged Wukong and shook him fiercely, "Wukong! Wukong! Return to your soul! Return to your soul! My teacher is calling you! Come back to your soul!"
He used so much force that his veins bulged, and the expression on his face was almost ferocious when he shook Wukong, as if as long as he shook it hard, Wukong would rush back from some distant place.
He was immersed in the fantasy that he could shake Wukong awake, and he was so serious that he was almost crazy, until he heard a soft "click—" sound, he let go of his hand like an electric shock, and looked at himself in disbelief White and slender hands like jade: He, he crushed Wukong's bones.
"Wukong!" He wailed, hugged Wukong into his arms, and finally despaired: "What happened to you, Wukong! Where did you go, Wukong!"
"Who the hell!" A flock of early-rising birds startled by the forest, Xuanzang hugged Wukong's body and began to sprint eastward.When he was about to get up, only a faint afterimage could be seen in the air.
"...The robber...don't...to the east..." An emotionless voice slowly echoed in his mind, he wrapped Wukong in his Taoist robe and hugged him and hurried eastward, turning a deaf ear.
After walking for more than two hundred miles, Xuanzang's fast-moving figure slowed down.
"...No... Dong..." The voice was still persistently chanting over and over again, no one was watching, and the deceptive self-cultivation that Xuanzang pretended to be was finally eaten by the dog. After all, he was in Chang'an I have been a dandy for many years, and when I am upset, I will swear words: "You are reading to ghosts! Shut up for me!"
Even though it was the cold winter season, his face started to sweat.Now that he has embarked on this road, he can only go west without stopping. One reason is to avoid being overtaken by the big wave of monsters too early, and the other reason is that he cannot turn back.
That voice made it very clear that from the time he started preparing to cross the tribulation, he could only go west. If he turned back a hundred miles, what he encountered would be a thousand catties of pressure, and if he turned back two hundred miles, he would have to bear a thousand catties of pressure.
He walked back two hundred miles with Wukong in his arms, and his body was already under ten thousand catties of pressure.But he had to go back, he was going to the pool of blood, he was going to find Xinyu—as long as he could afford the price, Xinyu could grant him any wish.
Heartfish is not only a demon, but also a tool, and a medium of exchange. Its talent and instinct are exchange. When others exchange with it and pay a price, it transforms the price into the wish of the exchanger, and then absorbs the exchange. The willpower in it grows through it.
The appearance of Xinyu was a mistake. Once it grows and develops, there will be endless troubles. He once regretted that he let them be born in this world, but now he feels lucky: at least with their existence, he can get Wukong back. Come--
Xuanzang thought, how can the hope given to people in despair not make people crazy?I'm afraid this is the scariest place for Xinyu, right?Couldn't he even restrain himself?
Xuanzang carried Wukong to the pool of blood with difficulty, thinking in his heart: Hurry up, hurry up——
He was afraid that if he went too late, even Xinyu would not be able to rescue Wukong.
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The wind whistled in his ears, Xuanzang's running pace suddenly stopped, and then he changed direction abruptly.
The next second, the ground directly in front of him where he was running suddenly split in two, and two huge millipedes broke through the ground and crawled out from inside.
Xuanzang changed direction and ran, but within two steps, the ground cracked again, and a ball of white silk spewed out from the ground, sticking to the surrounding trees, and then, a nest of spiders squeezed out from the ground, "chi chi—— " sprayed spider silk towards Xuanzang.Xuanzang avoided their spider threads, hugged Wukong tightly, and changed direction again.
change again...
change again...
The ground to the west was almost completely occupied by all kinds of reptiles and monsters, and gradually formed a siege, blocking all the way out of Xuanzang, poisonous and non-toxic, one pair of legs, two pairs of legs, too lazy to transform into ugly The insect monsters used the most primitive way to crawl towards the place where Xuanzang was, layer by layer.
And farther away, pairs of bloodthirsty eyes were flickering madly, densely packed together to form a monster stream, and they were still approaching here quickly.
Xuanzang finally had nowhere to go around - he was surrounded by insects and monsters.
This time without the so-called commander Zhu Ganglian, and the bug monsters did not bring a large number of ordinary bug legions to fill the scene, Xuanzang no longer had to worry about killing innocent people by mistake, and finally he could reap the merits to his heart's content.This should be good news, but Xuanzang has no time to entangle with them now.
The insect monsters began to attack him with their hands and feet, some of them sprayed poison, some of them spun silk, and some of them salivated and rushed to bite him.
Xuanzang tightened the Taoist robe on Wukong, tried to protect him with his body, then took a deep breath, looked at the direction of the blood pool, and slammed his head into the demon flow.
He flexibly dodges between the insect monsters. After the insects become spirits, most of them will become several times larger. Even if they are squeezed together, there will always be some gaps between their legs and feet. Xuanzang walks through these gaps with Wukong in his arms. His body can block the venom, biting and trampling sprayed out by many other insect monsters, and those attacks that are really not blocked, he uses his body to block.Only when he really couldn't find a place to step down, would he overturn an insect monster with one hand to open the way.
He didn't want to waste any energy in the fight against the insect monster, and would rather bear the attack and move forward.
The second batch of monsters is more difficult to deal with than the first batch, not to mention the strength, the number alone is annoying.What's more, the merits of Xuanzang are multiplying every day, and these monsters fed by him in the future will naturally be stronger.Just because it was stronger, Xuanzang took down thousands and hundreds of attacks from them, and there were some small red marks on his body.You must know that last night, Xuanzang killed hundreds of mosquito spirits without any skin scratches on his body.
Xuanzang wasn't worried about the little scars on his body. What really bothered him was that these insect monsters smashed the ground into potholes, making the road more difficult to walk on.The pressure on him became heavier and heavier, which made his movements start to lose flexibility, and the speed of dodging became slower, and it became more and more difficult to directly rush past the insect monsters blocking the way.
The insect monsters were not fools. When they realized that Xuanzang was only running but not fighting back, they began to harass him, stretching out their insect legs one by one to pull him, pull him, and hit him.
Xuanzang ran to the west, and the insect flow followed.Wherever he went, the branches were broken and the trees were crossed, and not a blade of grass grew.
Xuanzang carried Wukong and ran another hundred miles, the pressure on his body made his face start to sweat.The pressure of one hundred thousand catties squeezed him from all directions, preventing him from traveling eastward.If it's only a hundred thousand catties, Xuanzang can't bear it, he can even run for a while.But in this case, the pulling effect of the insect monsters is especially great.
Xuanzang had to hold Wukong horizontally with one hand after being knocked into the air several times by the worms and dragged him backwards, while the other hand was free to clean up the worms holding him.
However, no matter how powerful he is, with his body like a diamond, he can't compare with hundreds of insects with one hand. He kills one and another comes again.After realizing his urgency, the worm demons dragged him to the west viciously. The group of monsters danced wildly, but human voices came out from the ugly worm's face, "haha", "hee hee"... shouting endlessly .
While running, Xuanzang waved his hands numbly, cutting off the insect's feet caught up, and being entangled with new insect feet.The cunning insect monsters even shrunk down and got under his feet, laughing wildly and driving him towards the opposite direction of the blood pool.
"Go away!"
"Go away! Get out of here!"
……
Xuanzang's angry shout was buried by the giggling and laughing voice of the worm monster, and at some point, he suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.The insect monsters swarmed him, bit him, crushed him, smashed him, sprayed him with venom...
The pressure on his body was already one hundred thousand catties, no, it was a million catties, and the blood pool was only tens of miles away from him, but he couldn't move anymore.
At that moment, Xuanzang's sky was dark.
It was also at this time that a voice pierced through all the haze and interference, and entered his ears forcefully.
"..."
"Do you want to be rescued?"
"..."
"What in exchange?"
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