Chapter 594: Killing Our Way to the Western Heaven!

Jinjiao, who was just about to rise, was stomped on the back by Tang Luo and driven back to the ground.

He slammed heavily onto the earth, feeling as if tens of thousands of great mountains pressed upon him, unable to move a muscle.

"It's you?! Tang Xuanzang!"

Jinjiao's face, buried in the dirt, was hideously twisted.

Although the appearance was different, he had already detected the clues — this was an illusion technique.

The one pinning him down was none other than Tang Xuanzang from back then!

The man he hated second most, with Sun Wukong ranking first.

"Correct, it is precisely this poor monk." Tang Luo said, "Seeing you reduced to such a wretched state, this poor monk can also rest easy."

Before Jinjiao could speak, Sun Wukong had already arrived behind him, the Golden Cudgel in his hand swinging up directly.

"Break his four limbs." Tang Luo said opportunely.

The Golden Cudgel's direction changed, smashing down four times in succession, pulverizing Jinjiao's four limbs.

With that done, Sun Wukong slammed the Golden Cudgel onto the ground, standing planted there, while he himself plopped down on the earth, panting heavily.

At this moment, his appearance was terrifying and miserable.

Two-thirds of his body was charred black, black mixed with red, fresh blood flowing unceasingly, dripping to the ground and practically forming a small stream.

The rest didn't even have charred flesh left, exposing ghastly white bones.

The injuries were extremely severe.

Yet Sun Wukong laughed with incomparable satisfaction, as if the great mountain pressing on his heart, atop his head, had been partly moved away.

He had never felt such satisfying emotion, his body had never felt so light.

Sun Wukong felt satisfaction; Jinjiao naturally felt incomparable fury, forcibly "taking" out the Jade Purifying Bottle and Banana Fan, wanting to do something.

Before he could do anything, Zhu Bajie at his side reached out and grabbed the two magic treasures into his hand, not forgetting to say: "Thanks."

He began wiping away the marks Jinjiao had left on the magic treasures.

Having two magic treasures forcibly seized and suffering trauma again, the heavily injured Jinjiao vomited a large mouthful of fresh blood, nearly fainting.

"Yinjiao told me you were playing with Wukong? Playing quite happily?" Tang Luo, stepping on Jinjiao, asked casually.

"Hmph."

A muffled grunt sounded; Jinjiao was quite hard-boned: "Your disciple has already become our toy, a dog we raised! As his master, are you happy seeing this?"

"Wukong."

Tang Luo spoke.

Sun Wukong casually took the Golden Cudgel and smashed it down with one strike.

Jinjiao's body shuddered, his waist down almost entirely beaten to pulp, injuries worsening.

"Seems you quite enjoy this feeling of being violently beaten on one side while thinking you still control the whole situation and mocking crazily, thinking you're cool?" Tang Luo said leisurely, "Never noticed before that you, Jinjiao, are such a masochist."

"Heaven has the virtue of cherishing life; monks hold compassion in their hearts."

"So this poor monk shall fulfill your wish."

"Wukong, just leave him one breath." Tang Luo stepped back, handing Jinjiao over to the still-ghastly Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong seized Jinjiao's neck, pulled him before his face, a ferocious grin aimed at him: "Don't know why, but when I see you, I just feel furious."

Jinjiao's mouth opened and closed, uttering a few indistinct words.

"What are you saying?" Sun Wukong revealed a grim, sharp-toothed grin, pulling Jinjiao closer.

Jinjiao's eyes drooped, continuing to murmur words too faint to hear.

"Speak clearly." Sun Wukong brought his ear to Jinjiao's mouth.

Suddenly, a burst of demonic sound poured into his mind; releasing the Jinjiao in his hand, Sun Wukong retreated two steps, both hands clutching his head, smashing it heavily against the rocks nearby.

The stone was shattered by the impact of his head, yet it couldn't alleviate the pain in the slightest.

The terrifying demonic sound continued pouring into his mind, utterly impossible to resist; a feeling of weakness assaulted him, even standing becoming difficult.

"Tight-Fillet Spell!"

Zhu Wuneng's face changed drastically — why would Jinjiao know the Tight-Fillet Spell!

"Let me go, or I'll have your disciple buried with me!"

The Tight-Fillet Spell's incantation barely formed a sentence; the limbless Jinjiao floated in mid-air, looking at Tang Luo.

The moment the words fell, Tang Luo reached out and grabbed.

Jinjiao's head fell into his hand; five fingers clenched, crushing the head together with the soul in one squeeze.

"Stupid? The hostage isn't even in your grasp yet you dare make demands?" The headless corpse dropped to the ground, not revealing a fox original form; Tang Luo shook the blood off his hand, what wouldn't come off he casually wiped on his brocade kasaya, wiping away the bloodstains.

Beside him, Zhu Wuneng swallowed hard, suddenly understanding why Tang Luo's kasaya was this blood color.

"What's going on? Why would he know the Tight-Fillet Spell?"

Sun Wukong lay on the ground, voice hoarse and low.

"It's a bit heavy to speak of; Master was also considering picking a suitable time to tell." Tang Luo said.

"Speak." Sun Wukong used words to prove right now was perfectly suitable.

Tang Luo nodded, walked to the side and sat down: "The matter must be told starting from the shattering of the Mountains and Seas Realm where Master resided."

Briefly explained the Mountains and Seas Realm shattering, forming countless brand-new worlds, and that Jinjiao and Yinjiao were two of the Mountains and Seas Realm... 【sentence incomplete in source】

Also repeated the fragmented words Yinjiao and Jinjiao had let slip.

"Their meaning is, we're merely their chess pieces, all actions under their control?" Zhu Wuneng's face was extremely ugly, black qi swirling.

Almost turning from a domestic pig into a wild boar.

Sun Wukong at this time had no more movements, head lowered, hiding his expression from view.

"Correct." Tang Luo nodded.

"Who are they?" Sun Wukong's low voice came out.

"I don't know." Tang Luo said, "They might be gods and buddhas from before, or they might be monsters we previously beat up and took away."

"Good."

Sun Wukong raised his head, revealing a ferocious smile, "Then let's find them and smash them all to death!"

"... Isn't that the problem?" Zhu Wuneng said, "Who are we, really? Is everything we know and have experienced all fake?"

"Is that important?" Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Wuneng, "I only want to find those people now, then beat them to death, or be beaten to death by them—this was always my plan, I'm just more certain now."

Sun Wukong's idea has never been to obediently go to the Western Heaven to get the scriptures.

He wants to go to the Western Heaven and fight that "bald-headed monk" Tathagata to the death, a fight where you die or I live!

Nothing else.

Damn the conspiracies and tricks, damn the pawns and toys.

What is the truth? Doesn't matter!

Even if I, Old Sun, am a dog with a collar put on, I'll still rush up and bite a mouthful of flesh and blood!

Zhu Wuneng's face turned dark.

If everything is an arrangement by some exalted beings above, then it means...

"Don't think about it." Zhu Bajie patted Zhu Wuneng's shoulder, "If you're unhappy, come with us to storm the Western Heaven—gods block and kill gods, buddhas block and kill buddhas, kill until we're in front of those behind-the-scenes black hands, then enjoy their flustered looks, and smash those pitiful, laughable faces—wouldn't that be great?"

"Can we do it?" Zhu Wuneng said.

"Just you guys? Can't do it." Zhu Bajie spoke frankly, "But together, it's a piece of cake."

He pointed at Tang Luo: "See the master? Back then he had the same idea, singing all the way, advancing fiercely, and arrived at the Western Heaven."

"And then he shattered the conspiracy?" Zhu Wuneng's dark eyes lit up.

"No." Zhu Bajie said, "Although he always felt surrounded by conspiracies, the Tathagata Buddha treated the master very well, like a real son. Until the Mountain-Sea Realm shattered, nothing strange happened."

"..."

Zhu Wuneng felt that if it weren't for not being able to beat me, this suspected impostor would have grabbed his nine-toothed rake and fought desperately with the real one in front of him.

"How do I know your appearance isn't also part of the conspiracy?" Zhu Wuneng asked.

"Huh?" Zhu Bajie blinked his eyes, "That's also true, you say that, it's not impossible."

"Shouldn't you be persuading me at this time?" Zhu Wuneng was a bit frantic, "You admit what fart!"

Zhu Bajie nodded, from admonition flowing: "Alright, I advise you to go with us, have a great kill, or you can stay here, we don't oppose. Actually, pretending to be this Sha Wujing is really boring, can't even talk much."

This deceased Sha Wujing was a very silent and taciturn person, few words.

Meanwhile, Tang Luo remounted the white horse, Sun Wukong, whose injuries seemed recovered on the surface, stood aside holding the golden cudgel, already prepared to depart.

... These people, don't they have brains? Can't they think?

Zhu Wuneng felt helpless.

Or is it that their thinking result is just "we rush up and kill them, leaving not a single piece of armor"?

Solving the person who created the problem equals solving the problem.

Being able to think of such a result, really, you've worked hard.

Zhu Wuneng was still pondering when several figures flew over from the horizon: "Who dares to cause trouble in my Lotus City!"

Exactly the remaining few demon generals under the command of Gold and Silver Horn.

Their speed wasn't as fast as Gold Horn's, so they only now came late.

Sun Wukong leapt up, charging toward those demon generals, waving the golden cudgel to fill the sky with staff shadows: "This Sun Grandpa is here, come over to receive death!"

The battle erupted again.

Blood drifted down from the sky, dripping onto Zhu Wuneng's face—that was Sun Wukong's blood.

Zhu Wuneng clenched his right hand into a fist, gritted his teeth, took out his nine-toothed rake: "This Pig Grandpa is also here!" and rushed forward.

Zhu Bajie looked up at the sky at the demons entangled in combat, opened his mouth and said: "Master, could he not be the residual soul of the elder brother reincarnated or something? Like a dog's mouth."

"Not really." Tang Luo shook his head, "Since someone set up a trap, we break the trap, and then the truth will naturally surface."

Zhu Bajie glanced at Gold Horn's corpse, feeling uncertain.

Not every behind-the-scenes boss likes to come out and explain everything.

Although Tang Luo is of the listening school, there are always unexpected situations, like just now when Tang Luo disliked Gold Horn so much that he dared to put forward conditions without even catching him as a hostage, and struck out to pinch him to death.

"Still at a disadvantage with two more?" Tang Luo looked toward the sky, palms together, "Buddha's Dharma is boundless! Wukong, Wuneng, let these demons feel the weight of the Buddha's Dharma."

Sun Wukong and Zhu Wuneng instantly felt their blood and qi surge, feeling they could pierce a hole in the sky.

"Let's go."

Tang Luo patted the white dragon horse's neck, the horse's hoof sounds hidden in the battle sounds coming from the sky.

The second journey to the West has begun, this time, there shouldn't be any gods or buddhas jumping out to say, "Holy Monk, this is my mount...... give me face."