Chapter 1220: The Devil Emperor Is Dead?
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The whole of China can see the endless golden light over Nanzhou City, but the monks around can only see the shocking scene, but they can't feel any divine power.
The six-party lock world has blocked all energy in Nanzhou City.
No matter what it is, it is impossible to escape, not even a single particle!
The monks felt like they were watching a gorgeous silent movie, which was very strange.
"I'm afraid that Nanzhou City will be completely destroyed in this battle?" Chu Yuanjie stood outside the Liufang Lock Realm and looked at the golden light inside, and couldn't help sighing.
"Even if the Buddha's strength is placed on the Xuanxiao Continent, it can be regarded as a powerhouse that can span endless frontiers. It is not surprising that he can cause such destructive power." He said to himself, "However, I always feel that the power he used just now is somewhat familiar. I seem to have seen it somewhere."
"Have you seen it?" When the Power Staff heard the words of the Nine Heavens Demon Bead, a trace of curiosity flashed in its eyes, "Where did you see it?"
It was the first time that the Staff of Power felt that strange power.
"I'll think about it, don't worry!" Jiutian Mozhu closed her eyes, frowned, and began to search her memory.
The other divine soldiers didn't make a sound, and waited quietly for the Nine Heavens Magic Pearl to speak.
From the beginning to the end, they did not worry about whether Zhang Ziling could survive the Buddha's move.
Although the power of the Buddha's move, "Buddha's Wrath," did destroy the world, it was still a lot worse to pose a threat to the Devil Emperor.
The few divine soldiers didn't even feel any fluctuations in Zhang Ziling's breath.
It would be strange if the full blow of an ant could bite a giant.
In other words... The palm of the Buddha's accumulated strength didn't even make Zhang Ziling gasp for breath.
The golden light in the sky gradually dissipated, and the sky over Nanzhou gradually became clear and bright.
The distorted space slowly returned to its original state, and below Nanzhou City was a huge pitch-black hole that was bottomless.
The Buddha's palm almost blew through the entire earth!
Buddha stood in this void,
Breathing heavily, his robes were already wet with sweat.
The palm just now almost exhausted all of the Buddha's strength, and now the Buddha is just flying in the air, and it feels a little bit laborious.
Around Nanzhou City, Yang Jian stood at the edge of the giant pit with Sun Wukong in his arms, his expression sluggish and his mind blank.
Just now... Yang Jian thought he was dead.
At such a close distance, Yang Jian could not find any reason for his immortality.
However, now Yang Jian is standing here intact, not even his clothes are damaged, obviously he has not been affected by any aftermath of the battle.
Yang Jian swallowed slightly, raised his head slightly stiffly, and looked at the Ruyi golden hoop that turned into a giant bell. His body trembled slightly. He couldn't believe that the Ruyi golden hoop rod in the hands of the Devil Emperor was protecting them now.
"Ruyi Golden Hoop..." Yang Jian read, and couldn't help but think of the situation just now.
The Demon Emperor sent the Ruyi golden hoop stick and turned it into a barrier to protect them, but he forcibly endured the terrifying blow of the Buddha.
Just looking at the bottomless black hole in front of him, Yang Jian understood how powerful Buddha's palm was!
"Demon Emperor?"
Before he could think about anything else, Yang Jian came back to his senses and hurriedly searched the sky for the trace of the Devil Emperor.
However, Yang Jian searched all over the sky, and even searched the black hole below with his sky eyes, but did not find the figure of the Devil Emperor.
"The Demon Emperor... is ashes gone?"
Although Yang Jian couldn't believe his inference, from the scene, he couldn't feel any breath of the Devil Emperor at all!
Apart from the ashes, Yang Jian couldn't find any reason to explain what he was seeing now.
"Master Nine Emperor..."
Outside the Liufang Lock Realm, the monks also searched the sky in Nanzhou City, but did not find any trace of Zhang Ziling.
Thinking of that terrifying possibility, a moment of sadness filled the monks.
Although they are reluctant to believe, the facts in front of them... are telling them all the time.
The Nine Emperors are dead.
Kyoto, Jingu headquarters.
Emperor Haotian stood on the top of Lingxiao Pavilion, calmly looking in the direction of Nanzhou City, his eyes were extremely deep.
After a while, the corner of Haotian's mouth twitched slightly, and he left with a flick of his sleeves.
"It's over... Demon Emperor, it's just that! Hehe..."
The faint laughter echoed in the shrine, and then spread to the entire Kyoto.
Everyone heard the voice of the Great Emperor Haotian, and there was an inexplicable sadness in their hearts, as if they had lost some important Buddha connection.
The Buddha was panting heavily. He first observed the surroundings carefully, and then used his soul to sweep it several times. After confirming that there was no Zhang Ziling's breath, the Buddha breathed a sigh of relief.
Then, there was a maddening laughter in the sky, which was creepy.
"Hahaha...hahahaha!" The Buddha laughed. The more he laughed, the happier he became, and the more maddened he became. Unlike the magnetic voice in the past, the Buddha's laughter became more and more unruly.
"Ashes and smoke! I wiped out the ashes that the Devil Emperor beat! Hahaha! Devil Emperor, that's all!" The Buddha laughed loudly, and the violent saint's breath reverberated in the sky, making everyone feel fearful.
"It's really stupid, to give away the Chaos Divine Artifact while facing me, isn't that just courting death?"
"Sacrificing my life to save a monkey and a waste, if I were the real Tathagata, I might be able to express my appreciation for your actions."
"But... now I can only call you stupid!"
Buddha's sinister laughter echoed in the sky, casting a haze on the hearts of the monks.
The Nine Emperors are dead... Doesn't that mean that they have to go back to the gloomy days before.
Thinking of this, the cultivators felt endless despair in their hearts, and many even knelt directly on the ground, their faces full of ashes.
The Nine Emperors are the light in their hearts.
Now that the light is out, what is the meaning of their existence... so what?
"The Devil..."
Yang Jian put Sun Wukong down, and now he is still a little dazed.
Although the Devil Emperor and them were enemies, but... Yang Jian felt extremely complicated when he thought of the previous Devil Emperor's actions.
As the first man who made all the divine courts of the God Realm have to unite to resist, is it really just like that?
Yang Jian still feels a little illusory.
Suddenly, Yang Jian felt that the laughter in his ears was extremely harsh.
Yang Jian felt that another hero was wiped out by the Buddha.
Just like the spirit monkey more than a thousand years ago.
Looking at Sun Wukong, I don't know why... Yang Jian suddenly felt a little sour in his nose.
"Wukong, let's go back."
As if he had laughed enough, the Buddha returned to his kindly look and said to Sun Wukong.
Since the Devil Emperor sacrificed himself to save Sun Wukong, there is no reason for the Buddha not to continue using this puppet.
After hearing the Buddha's words, Sun Wukong didn't move, just stared blankly at the Ruyi golden hoop hanging in front of him.
The figure of Zhang Ziling, wearing a black armor and submerged in endless golden light, has been replayed in Sun Wukong's mind.
"Wukong?" Buddha saw that Sun Wukong did not move, his brows could not help but wrinkle slightly, and called again.
"Ah!!! Me, my head hurts!"
Sun Wukong suddenly held his head and screamed, and the whole person kept rolling on the ground, his expression was extremely painful.
It was as if the confinement spell had taken effect.
The memories of Journey to the West are quickly replayed in Sun Wukong's mind like a slideshow!