Boom——!

The figure of Dou Sheng Buddha fell heavily to the ground, and then he came to the two figures in a flash. M..

He saw the cold body with its eyes open in front of Zhu Bajie, and he stood there in a daze.

It was an Arhat. Its light golden skin had lost all its luster at this moment. Dark blood stains covered the surface of its body. The divinity in its body had been shattered and it had fallen into the mortal realm. There were marks of bites from countless giant beasts all over its body, which looked shocking.

Only those eyes, which had never closed in death, were still wide open, glaring at the nothingness in front of them, like a sitting Buddhist Vajra.

When Fighting Buddha saw this, his body shook violently and he stood there like a sculpture.

"Brother Monkey..." Zhu Bajie, who was kneeling on the ground, looked up at him, a sad smile appeared on his pale face, "Old Sha... passed away."

Fighting Buddha's body trembled slightly, he clenched his fists tightly, and almost growled:

"what happened?"

"I went into the fog to save people, and Lao Sha came to support me. Then, I was attacked by a large number of demons... cough cough cough..."

Before Zhu Bajie could finish his words, he began to cough violently. Every time he coughed, a large amount of blood gushed out from his waist and abdomen. Wisps of black mist floated from his bloody mouth, robbing him of his life.

The pupils of Fighting Buddha suddenly shrank, and he stretched out his hands to hold Zhu Bajie's body in his arms. The ancient ape face full of the sacred meaning of Buddhism was twisted violently due to anxiety:

"fool!!"

He stretched out his hand and pressed down on Zhu Bajie's waist and abdomen, which were bleeding profusely, but he still couldn't stop his life from slipping away.

"Brother Monkey...I may have to go down to accompany Lao Sha." Zhu Bajie forced a miserable smile on his honest face.

"Shut up!" The Fighting Buddha roared, and the Buddha's light around him burst out and madly poured into Zhu Bajie's body, keeping him alive.

However, he did not know how to heal and repair the disease, and the black mist mixed in Zhu Bajie's waist and abdomen could also inhibit the flow of divine power to a great extent. He could do nothing except forcing Zhu Bajie to prolong his life with his cultivation.

"Damn it, damn it, damn it!" When the Fighting Buddha saw that Zhu Bajie's face was visibly pale and he kept cursing, he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around to look behind him.

He looked at the figure in the crimson cloak standing not far away, and shouted loudly as if he had grabbed the last straw:

“You! You are the disciple of the ancestor! Do you know some means of treatment?! Any means will do! As long as you can barely stabilize his life, I will take him to find…”

He stopped talking midway.

He stared blankly at the nine national monuments in the distance, and the fire of hope in his eyes was rapidly extinguishing.

Now, all the gods have sacrificed their lives and turned into monuments. In the entire Daxia territory, there is no powerful being who can heal Zhu Bajie's injuries... They are all dead!

But even so, there was still a last glimmer of hope in the eyes of Fighting Buddha. He looked at Lin Qiye standing in the distance, with a glimmer in his eyes.

Lin Qiye stood in the howling snow and wind, looking at the Fighting Buddha with eyes that looked like he was looking at a life-saving straw. His heart ached inexplicably, and an unprecedented sense of guilt surged into his heart.

I...can't save him.

Although he was standing in front of the Fighting Buddha, a hundred years of time and space separated them. They were just a group of phantoms created by the Kunlun Mirror; they did not exist at all.

What's more, even if Lin Qiye really stood here, he had no way to cure Zhu Bajie. At most, he could only rely on a "miracle" to barely keep Zhu Bajie alive. Now that the gods of Daxia were dying, no one could save him.

He opened his mouth, and uttered three words hoarsely and bitterly: "I'm sorry..."

Hearing this, the last glimmer of hope in the eyes of Fighting Buddha was completely extinguished. He turned his head in a daze to look at Zhu Bajie in his arms, and two lines of tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie forced a smile from the corner of his mouth. He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the face of Fighting Buddha:

"Brother Monkey... don't cry... I, Old Pig, saved a lot of people this time and didn't bring shame to our Journey to the West team... cough cough...

I'm going to go down to find Lao Sha. You and Master should be good Buddhas... If you abandon your godhood and become a demon, you can avoid the strangulation of the fog and stay in the mortal world to protect the people, but your strength will be greatly weakened, and you can never go back...

Ultimately, God is needed to change the way things are in this world.

Brother Monkey, you and Master have been competing with us to achieve your goal. You must survive to the end and take a look for me, Pigsy, what the world will be like in the future.

Maybe... this is my fate."

As the last word was uttered, the last ray of life in Zhu Bajie's eyes disappeared without a trace. He dropped his hands weakly, and completely lost his breath.

Fighting Buddha held his body in his arms blankly, opened his mouth silently, as if he wanted to say something, but nothing came out. His tear-stained face was now twisted and hideous. He suddenly raised his head, opened his mouth, and let out a heart-wrenching roar towards the dark sky!

"Fuck destiny!!"

The weeping wind and snow emitted a mournful hum on the blood-red earth. The last god of Daxia knelt helplessly on the ground, hammering the ground with his fists again and again, venting his inner madness.

The dark fog rolled silently outside the wall of miracles. Mysterious figures wandered in the fog, their outlines looming.

Fighting Buddha's right fist, which was hammering the ground, suddenly paused. He widened his eyes and stared at the fog in front of him with an extremely ferocious expression.

He suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed a corner of the golden cassock on his body, his eyes filled with endless anger and unwillingness.

"Buddha... Buddha! Fuck Buddha! He can't protect the world, and he can't protect you... What's the point of having this Buddha robe and Buddha position!!"

A determined light burst out from his eyes. He exerted force with his hands, pulling at the edge of the robes and tearing it apart bit by bit!

The golden Buddha's light surged violently and a painful roar came from his throat. As a corner of the cassock gradually broke into pieces, wisps of terrifying demonic energy overflowed from his body and mixed with the Buddha's light.

What he tore was not only a cassock, but also the righteous Buddhist fruit he had achieved after going through countless hardships!

Sizzle——!!

With a slight sound, a corner of the cassock was torn off by him. He suddenly spat out a large mouthful of blood. The golden Buddha light flashing in his right eye suddenly turned into a dark blood red. The violent and terrifying demonic aura rose from half of his body into the sky.