"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Wukong hurriedly sat up from his somersault cloud and said apologetically.
"I didn't expect this song to be so effective on you. How about this, I won't sing it anymore, I promise I won't, and you can come and hit me now," Wukong said sincerely.
"Are you really not going to sing anymore?" Jiang Sanzu looked at Wukong suspiciously.
"Really!" Wukong pointed to the sky and swore, "I will never sing it again today, or may I be struck by lightning."
Jiang Sanzu looked up at the sky.
The dark clouds were still gathering overhead, while Wukong's side enjoyed a clear, sunny sky.
My heart trembled a little more.
What rank is this spirit skill? It's incredibly powerful.
"Alright, you can continue now." After saying that, Wukong lay down again, crossing his legs leisurely.
Jiang Sanzu stood still.
After waiting for a while, Wukong saw that Jiang Sanzu was still standing there dumbfounded, and couldn't help but get a little angry: "Are you coming or not? If you're not coming, I'm going over there."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Sanzu trembled involuntarily.
"Coming!" Jiang Sanzu took a deep breath, and his body was once again engulfed in towering black flames as he charged straight toward Wukong.
The black flames licked a tiny bit of the Somersault Cloud.
It really only lasted a tiny bit.
The dark clouds above Jiang Sanzu's head churned again, and another bolt of crimson lightning descended from the sky.
They chopped Jiang Sanzu in half and buried him in the ground.
He was truly half-buried in the ground.
It looks like a radish.
Jiang Sanzu endured the excruciating pain that felt as if his entire body was being split open, and then struggled to pull himself out.
After swaying back and forth for quite a while, I finally managed to pull myself out.
Then he realized that his cultivation level had actually dropped again.
Currently, only the peak of the third level of the Immortal Realm remains.
A flicker of fear returned to Jiang Sanzu's eyes: "You, what kind of demonic art is this?"
"Pah!" Wukong spat again, spraying Jiang Sanzu's face with spittle: "Your grandpa Monkey has divine skills, yours are demonic skills."
"You, how can you summon the lightning tribulation?" Jiang Sanzu shrank back and asked.
"You want to know?" Wukong asked with a smile.
"Yes." Jiang Sanzu nodded vigorously.
"What's it to you!" Wukong stood up, stretched, and picked up his golden cudgel: "You made the first move, now it's my turn."
“I surrender, I surrender…” Jiang Sanzu cried out in a shrill voice.
"Sorry, the word 'admit defeat' doesn't exist in my dictionary. There's only 'life and death.' I live, you die," Wukong said with a cold laugh.
It heard the word "dictionary" from Bai Qingqing.
But it doesn't know exactly what it is.
I just thought it sounded cool, so I unconsciously started to imitate it.
"If you force me, then we'll die together." Jiang Sanzu said, his whole body swelling with arrogance.
"He's going to self-destruct." Niu Shanming's expression changed.
"Let's die together." Jiang Sanzu laughed maniacally, his whole body swelling up like a pufferfish, his skin becoming so delicate it was almost painful.
However, a finger touched his forehead.
Jiang Sanzu's anger immediately dissipated.
"Who?" Jiang Sanzu slumped to the ground, looking around warily.
Niu Shanming also stared curiously at his surroundings.
The next second, the air twisted and a tall figure slowly appeared in front of them.
Tall and slender, with an air of nobility.
In the instant he looked up, he transformed into a complete goofball.
Wukong couldn't help but blink.
How could a perfectly normal person have such eyes? It's so undignified.
"So it was the great god Luo Ci." Niu Shanming breathed a sigh of relief.
"Who are you?" Jiang Sanzu asked.
"You really are hard of hearing. Didn't Master Niu just say that this is the great god Luo Ci?" Wukong said disdainfully.
"You, you are the Immortal King..." Jiang Sanzu pursed his lips tightly, his voice trembling uncontrollably.
He's only at the Immortal Realm, several major realms below the Immortal King Realm.
"You actually know about the Immortal King." Luo Ci glanced at Jiang Sanzu and suddenly realized, "So they share one body, no wonder you know so much."
Originally, Peach God suppressed his cultivation level to the peak of the half-step immortal realm.
However, after Niu Shanming advanced to the Immortal Realm, this world also became more resilient and able to withstand the power of the Immortal Realm.
So the Peach God raised his cultivation level even higher.
Jiang Sanzu's expression changed drastically, and he stammered, "What, what did you say? I, I don't understand."
"Brother Luo..."
"No, don't call me Brother Luo." Luo Ci hurriedly waved his hand: "Just call me Brother Luo, or Brother Longpu is fine too."
Just don't add the word "big".
Even his own "Dragon Lord" couldn't bear the title; if the real "Big Brother" heard it, he'd be truly doomed.
"Brother Luo, you sit here and let me play with him a bit more," Wukong readily agreed.
It was indeed a slip of the tongue; the word "big" should not be used casually.
"Okay, sure." Luo Ci nodded. "With me here, you can have fun without worry."
Upon hearing this, Jiang Sanzu looked utterly dejected.
With a Celestial King in charge, he couldn't even self-destruct; he could only passively take the beating until he was killed.
Thinking about this, Jiang Sanzu became even more disheartened.
You can't escape, you can't win, you can't die.
How could he be so unlucky?
"Jiang Laosan, come on, let's continue." Wukong smiled, picked up his golden cudgel, and charged over.
Jiang Sanzu stood still, no longer even bothering to defend himself.
I might as well die.
But when Wukong rushed close, he still unconsciously began to defend himself.
Next, another bolt of crimson lightning tore through the sky.
Jiang Sanzu was once again struck, coughing up blood, and steam billowed from his mouth as he opened it.
Niu Shanming whispered to Wukong, "Do you think it's been chopped up inside?"
"It's probably not fully cooked yet," Wukong said after thinking for a moment.
Jiang Sanzu lay on the ground like a dead dog, feeling his cultivation level drop to the peak of the second level again, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
Wukong wasn't in a hurry, so he sat to the side and waited patiently.
After Jiang Sanzu regained some of his strength, he said with a smile, "Alright, it's your turn to make a move."
"Kill me if you want, I won't lift a finger." Jiang Sanzu tried to shout with more force, but his words came out weak and feeble.
"Since you're unwilling to take turns, then I won't be polite." Wukong, still smiling, charged forward again with his staff raised.
"Ah..." Jiang Sanzu was struck by lightning again and screamed in agony.
His cultivation level dropped to the peak of the first level.
Wukong, still enjoying himself, changed direction and charged forward again, wielding his golden cudgel.
Jiang Sanzu was struck by lightning again and let out another scream.
After this scream, Jiang Sanzu's cultivation level dropped to the peak of the ninth level of the half-step immortal realm.
At the same time, a dark shadow separated from Jiang Sanzu.
They were about to flee in panic.
"Freeze!" Luo Ciqing shouted, and the dark figure was frozen in place, unable to move.
"What is this?" Wukong and Niu Shanming both looked up and couldn't help but ask.
“A demon from the Immortal Realm,” Luo Ci said calmly.
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