Chapter 839 Please, kill me

"No, no, no, this is impossible?"

Feeling that his body and the origin of Buddha power were collapsing and venting in an irreversible situation, Samantabhadra immediately roared loudly in disbelief. He could not accept that he, a Daluo Golden Immortal, was killed instantly by a demon monkey.

What made him even more frightened was that the feeling of dissipation of the origin was fatal, and he had no way to stop or even slow down the collapse of the origin.

How is this possible?

Now, Samantabhadra, who was full of fear and despair, had only such a confusion in his heart.

It is obviously a demon monkey of the Daluo Golden Immortal level, even if he is much stronger than Samantabhadra, it is impossible to beat him to death with one blow, causing a dead end that his body cannot reverse.

Before this, even in all the cognitions in Samantabhadra's life, there was no impression or possibility.

Above Daluo, the saints don’t come out, who can kill him so easily?

Could it be that the one who attacked this Bodhisattva was a generation of demon saints?

"No, how did this demon monkey give me a familiar feeling?"

As the doubt suddenly arose, Samantabhadra's body was also in his own eyes. His hands, feet and limbs began to gradually turn into faint golden fragments, quickly dissipating, forming an uncontrollable death.

But strangely, the horror and despair on Samantabhadra's face gradually faded away when his body collapsed, and then it came, causing incomprehensible anger and ferocity.

As his body dissipated, Samantabhadra's eyes widened, staring at Sun Wukong and shouted angrily.

"Okay, okay, you bold monkey, you're lawless.

He dared to sneak attack on this Bodhisattva and destroy my body.

OK, OK.

I remember you, are you the monster monkey between the Buddha's palms?

Haha, very good, wait. In the future, the Bodhisattva who is humiliated today will definitely be like you who will be punished with a hundred times."

After Samantabhadra said a bunch of inexplicable words, his whole body was completely broken into a scattered shadow, and then it soon drifted away with the wind and disappeared.

When Sun Wukong heard his words, a cold light appeared in his eyes. Then he reached out and helped Jin Chanzi up, and looked deep in the direction of the west.

He knew that although Samantabhadra's physical body was destroyed, no matter which powerful Daluo Jinxian was, he would have left behind to ensure that he would not be easily destroyed.

What is killed now is only Samantabhadra's physical body, but it cannot be considered as truly erasing Samantabhadra. At most, it can also cause him to lose about half of his strength. Especially without his physical body, even if Samantabhadra is resurrected again in the future, he may not be able to even Jin Chanzi, who had just been promoted to Daluo.

"Are you okay? What's going on? Are you not the number one Buddhist son in Lingshan? Why did you become like this after a while? There is Guanjiangkou..."

After saying a few words in a low voice, Sun Wukong also raised his eyes and looked at the Yang family's house with corpses everywhere and blood flowing into a river.

At this moment, the three thousand grass-headed gods, who belong to Yang Jian’s personal power, have been completely destroyed.

But the luck of misfortune was that Sun Wukong could sense the existence of the remaining souls of the Six Saints of Meishan in the courtyard square. At that moment, he couldn't help but stretch out his hand and protected the dissipated souls of the Six Saints of Meishan, which were about to be in the air, so as not to be completely dissipated.

When asked by Sun Wukong, Jin Chanzi's already pale face instantly looked even more ugly. Her body was covered in scars and trembled wildly uncontrollably, and she was obviously very angry.

But he did not explain the reason immediately, but after his anger, his face was filled with shame.

In order to survive, Jin Chanzi actually killed all the three thousand grass-headed gods in Guanjiangkou. If he had not escaped back to the Yang Mansion, the three thousand grass-headed gods stationed in Guanjiangkou would not have ended up in such a tragic end to protect him alone.

Looking at the dyed stone slab floor, Jin Chanzi's mood became extremely depressed again. Then, he also struggled to look at Sun Wukong, and his eyes were stunned.

"Where are the Ye Chen brothers, Erlang Shen Yang Jian and the others now? Can you take me to see them?"

The weak words made Sun Wukong frown in dissatisfaction. He, the master of his previous life, really didn't change his temperament. Forget it, it's cowardly. Now when something happens, do you want to die again?

Sun Wukong could feel it from Jin Chanzi's words, the tone of not holding any hope of living, the sadness of seeking death, everything was the mood that Sun Wukong hated the most.

I think he was killed by the Buddhas tomorrow and was trapped in the dark world for countless years, but did he have the idea of ​​giving up?

Sun Wukong thought, and immediately gave his own answer.

No, even he thought that one day he would escape from heaven and subvert this world of immortals and Buddhas full of cannibalism.

Now that we meet our elder brother Ye Chen, Sun Wukong is also moving forward steadily towards his dream step by step.

Sun Wukong felt that he was so strong, but Jin Chanzi was rescued by him and survived by chance. How could he be so depressed and full of desire for death?

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong let go of Jinchanzi and threw it heavily on the stone floor covered with grass-headed divine blood.

Then, Sun Wukong snorted coldly.

"That is, the will of death is to be dead, so why do you need to see others again?

If you want to die, just end your own life now. Speed ​​up, don’t hinder my elder brother Sun’s eyes.

Is there any difference between your current state and death?”

Upon hearing this, Jin Chanzi, who was thrown on the ground, was still stunned and looked at Sun Wukong with an expressionless face.

"Die, yes, I just want to die now.

Why, why do I come back? Why can’t I find a place with fewer people and die alone?

Otherwise, otherwise they wouldn't have been implicated.

Sorry, sorry...

What's the use of sorry? Haha, it's all my fault.

If I hadn't been for my own selfishness, I would not have implicated them. The source of all sins would have been my golden cicada."

He roared loudly, as if expressing his inner guilt.

Jin Chanzi's state is almost collapsed at this moment, and the Buddha's heart is already in chaos and is almost ruined.

He received a huge blow in Lingshan and Yang's mansion. Now, he only feels that one death can make up for the big mistake he has made.

But, Jin Chanzi really can't die. He can't end his life by himself. There are still too many destinies waiting for him to complete.

"Kill me, kill me, Sun Wukong.

Please, please."

Rolling and dragging, Jin Chanzi moved to Sun Wukong in a very embarrassing way on the bloody ground, reaching out and pulling his trousers, begging the other party to kill him, as if only in this way could Jin Chanzi get relief.

?            ?Thank you; the reward and support of the boss Wuyao

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(End of this chapter)
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