Chapter 148: Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha kill together to protect their master

Tang An finally recovered her strength, escaping that near-death, suffocating, icy feeling.

She looked at the sky full of demons and monsters, gods and demons, having a sense of being both an outsider and involved, becoming the key point of this game with her own body.

Nezha looked back at Tang An and only breathed a complete sigh of relief when he saw her being helped up by Sun Wukong.

Nezha summoned a golden waist token, threw it into mid-air, formed a seal with his hands, and his voice echoed throughout the Heavenly Court.

"I am the Great God of the Three Altars."

"Today, the Western Heaven Lingshan attempts to provoke a war between the Heavenly Court and Lingshan."

"I order the four camps of divine generals to mobilize twenty thousand heavenly soldiers and generals to come and meet the enemy immediately!"

In an instant, a deafening echo came from above the Heavenly Court.

"We obey the order of the Great God of the Three Altars."

The wind and clouds in the sky changed, signaling that the Heavenly Court's troops would arrive soon.

Tang An knew well that before Yang Jian and Nezha's reinforcements arrived, this was the only chance Rulai had to act.

"Master, do not worry." Sun Wukong brought Tang An to the ground, found a soft pile of grass, and let Tang An sit down, leaning against a tree to rest.

"You just stay here with Jiuyue and rest well." He sent Jiuyue to lie down beside Tang An.

"As for the Lingshan matter, Master, do not worry."

"With the three of us here today, whether it is the gods and Buddhas in the sky or the demons and monsters on the ground, no one can hurt you again."

Tang An stroked Jiuyue's fur, her eyes deep in thought.

Actually, she was much better now and didn't need any recovery.

But she also knew that if a war really broke out today, that level of battle was not something she could participate in.

"The Buddhas of the Western Heaven have appeared, you must also be careful." Tang An looked at the dense mass of Buddhas and demons in the sky, unable to distinguish between good and evil, black and white in this world for a moment.

She handed all the Ginseng Fruit leaves on her body to Sun Wukong, "The three of you divide them."

Sun Wukong had already used his Golden Cudgel to draw a golden circle around Tang An. Only then did he squat down in front of Tang An and push the leaves in her hand back.

"I don't know how you suffered such heavy injuries, Master. But I know you must have risked your life to fight for me."

"Others may not know the road to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, but I remember it clearly."

"I don't know if you saw my master, nor do I know how you appeared in mid-air."

"But Master." Sun Wukong gripped Tang An's wrist, his pupils blood-red, his eyes misty with tears. "Today, no matter what, I will vent this anger for you."

Before this, on the journey West, he had always been a Sun Wukong who loved to laugh. He had no worries, just accompanying his master to seek scriptures and playing with those demons.

But today, at this very moment, he turned from joy to killing, acting only as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace hundreds of years ago.

No, this time he wasn't wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Court, but in Lingshan, in the Great Thunder Sound Temple.

"As you wish, Golden Cudgel."

Sun Wukong flew into the clouds, coming to Yang Jian and Nezha's side.

He wore Golden Chain Mail that looked like it had been reforged in fire, and a red cloak fluttered behind him like blood. He held his Golden Cudgel vertically in his hand, his killing intent fully displayed in his eyes.

Yang Jian also wore silver-white battle armor, his cloak fluttering sharply, his eyes calm after his killing intent reached its peak. The Heavenly Eye between his brows glowed with dazzling golden light, he held the Kaishan Axe, and the Putian Ying flew beside him.

Nezha had activated his Three Heads and Six Arms, holding brilliant magic treasures in each hand. His body was covered in fire armor condensed from Samadhi True Fire, the armor's light flowing like fire, revealing endless killing intent.

In the current camp, there were only three of them. And in front of them were the dense mass of Buddhas and demons standing on the clouds.

The scene formed a strong and sharp contrast, but the momentum and pressure of the three of them could not be suppressed no matter how many people came.

"Let me see who among you can cross the line again!" Nezha was the first to act, throwing out the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Cover, burning the sky with nine dragons.

The sky thus formed a split scene. On one side of the firelight was the murderous, blood-filled battlefield. On the other side of the firelight was Tang An, who was well-protected behind them.

"Cool! Too cool!"

Tang An could no longer care about resting, getting up and taking pictures with her phone.

If she missed such a famous scene, she would regret it for the rest of her life.

"Hey, System." Tang An looked at the battlefield, suddenly feeling a bit disappointed, because she had no sense of participation and could only cheer from below.

"Can I use my Merit to exchange for a Saint's magic treasure to use once, or ask for a strike from a Saint's avatar?"

Before this, the wisp of immortal breath gifted by Lishan Laomu when she gave the Golden Armor Feather Garment had protected Tang An's heart pulse, taking her and Jiuyue to Lingtai Fangcun Mountain.

However, after entering Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, Tang An felt her vision blur and her body lose balance just as she stepped through the mountain gate.

When she saw the scene before her clearly again, she appeared above the leveled mountain top, caught by Sun Wukong and the others, and Jiuyue in her arms was now in Yang Jian's arms.

She didn't know if she had passed the Bodhi Patriarch's test, nor did she know what the Bodhi Patriarch and Lishan Laomu were planning, as they had not yet appeared.

She had no bottom line in her heart, so she always wanted to do something, do something more.

"You can." The System answered Tang An.

"You can? Really?"

"Yes, Master. For one hundred Merit, you can exchange for one Saint Sword Intent."

"Saint Sword Intent, only one hundred Merit?" Tang An was flattered, "System Boss, your business is truly honest."

"However, only one hundred Merit, won't the power..."

Just as Tang An hadn't finished speaking, she seemed to see something, shocked to the point of being unable to speak.

"My goodness, another me?"

When the Azure Lion Spirit imitated her before, it was a bit silly.

But this self before her was cold, a person with no emotional fluctuations in her eyes.

As if... a shell without a soul.

"It seems that the ultimate goal of Rulai's trap within a trap within a trap is here."

Tang An did not believe that Rulai had gone to such lengths just to have someone who didn't look like her replace her.

"System, can you see any clues about her?" Tang An was cautious and did not step forward.

Jiuyue was still asleep and had not woken up.

Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha in the sky had already fought with the gods and Buddhas, killing so ruthlessly, the scene was magnificent.

Taiyi and Yuding Zhenren were also entangled with the three Bodhisattvas.

Rulai had still not appeared, presumably because with Taishang Laojun there, he had no time to care about this place.

So...

Rulai's final plan was to take advantage of the fact that everyone was too busy to care about her, and replace her.

"Master, you cannot let her get close. Once she gets close, she can steal your memories and naturally become a self identical to you."

"I see." Tang An immediately took out the Golden Brick, "Don't come over here."

So Rulai's plan was to let her watch herself be replaced when she was most helpless, when heaven didn't answer and the earth didn't respond.

And then watch herself be unrecognized by her disciples, and then be controlled or killed by Rulai?

Or be imprisoned, watching the fake self continue to seek scriptures with the three disciples, Jiuyue, and Xiaotian Quan?

"Fine, fine, fine. What a script for a tragic novel, what a way to abuse the body, abuse the heart, and abuse the scum."

Tang An couldn't help but applaud Rulai, "In the future, leave the tragic novels to you to write, I guarantee they will be bestsellers in the tragic novel market."

Watching the fake self move and run toward her, as if stealing her memories was as simple as taking something from a bag, Tang An also moved.

"Do you really take me, Tang An, for a soft persimmon?"