Chapter 688

Those white bones belonged to demon beasts, and there were also a small number of human skeletons.

After the Five Finger Mountain was destroyed, the white bones were exposed to the sky again, and the surroundings instantly became filled with gloomy air, though the gloomy air did not last long.

Soon, the white bones turned into grayish-white powder along with a gust of clear wind.

They were merely the bones of demons that had died many years ago, leaving behind no residual power; if one had to say, the only thing present was a wisp of resentment released after seeing the light of day again.

After the bones turned to ash, all that remained in the deep pit was the figure of someone half-kneeling on the ground, still propping up the mountain, propping up the sky, refusing to bend or collapse.

His armor was torn and tattered, almost unrecognizable in its original form.

His stature was not tall at all; on the contrary, he looked somewhat frail.

Even if standing, let alone kneeling, he would probably be around 1.6 meters tall.

Unlike those white bones, this body remained intact, preserving its appearance before death.

His hair was brown with hints of gold, now withered and yellowed, lifeless, no longer bearing the vitality of life.

A hairy face, mouth protruding, slightly open, revealing extremely sharp canine teeth.

His expression was fierce; even though death had already come, his eyes remained wide open, and in a daze, it seemed as if flames were burning.

Upon closer inspection, one could only find a pair of already dim eyes; the flicker of flame in the pupils was the last trace of emotion left before death.

It had never dissipated.

This was a monkey—from the monkey's perspective, already very tall and mighty.

But from a normal person's viewpoint, he was still quite slender.

"……Senior Brother?"

Ao Yulie turned his head with difficulty to look at Tang Luo and Zhu Bajie.

Tang Luo and Zhu Bajie said nothing.

Tang Luo walked up to the body that "stood firm against heaven and earth," reached out, and lightly touched it.

The hair on his body shattered upon contact, turning into extremely fine powder.

The body collapsed, the armor on it shattered, and finally only a white skull remained.

Stubbornly refusing to "disappear."

Bending over, Tang Luo picked up the white skull: "It's the Six-Eared Macaque."

One could see that on both sides of the skull, there were three slight protrusions, unlike ordinary monkey skulls.

"Six-Eared Macaque, indeed not Senior Brother!" Ao Yulie breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Bajie said strangely: "Didn't you recognize him just now?"

"They look exactly the same." Ao Yulie said, "And when I saw the bones, I felt a bit panicked……cough cough cough."

"Actually, there is still a slight difference. Senior Brother once said that the hair at a certain spot on the back of the head is split in the Six-Eared Macaque." Zhu Bajie said.

"Only monkeys themselves could tell this apart!" Ao Yulie spread his hands, "Second Senior Brother, how did you recognize him?"

"I didn't recognize him. I saw Master showing no reaction." Zhu Bajie said he would follow Tang Luo in everything.

Ao Yulie exclaimed in surprise: "Master, you can even distinguish the hair on a monkey's body?"

"What are you talking about?" Tang Luo said helplessly, "Besides monkeys, who could tell this apart?"

He said the exact same thing as Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie felt honored, smiled slightly, and said: "Then how is it distinguished……"

"Although Wukong is a monkey, his essence is actually stone." Tang Luo said.

"Eh?"

"Exactly! He is stone!"

"If he truly died, he would definitely turn into a stone." Tang Luo said matter-of-factly.

"Could it be that you, Master, have killed Senior Brother before?" Ao Yulie said, his face full of fear.

On the journey to the West, Tang Luo often practiced with Sun Wukong, fighting until the sky darkened and the earth turned dim.

Later, they fought until they reached the ninth heaven, until someone half-dead fell down.

At first, the one who fell was always Tang Luo; as time passed, the situation gradually changed.

They reached the legendary fifty-fifty split.

Afterwards, Sun Wukong called himself a pacifist, saying not to randomly fight and kill, and that fighting to harm flowers and plants is bad.

Even if he couldn't hit the vegetable flowers, hitting the clouds that had painstakingly gathered at the horizon is also bad.

Look at the purple evening glow at the horizon—how beautiful.

Why destroy it?

"Wukong told me that after his death, he would become a stubborn stone, and that if he truly died, he would let me place the stone back on Flower-Fruit Mountain." Tang Luo said.

At that time, everyone regarded the Tathagata as a hypothetical enemy.

They had prepared for a fight to the death, and whoever didn't die would be responsible for collecting the corpses.

As a result, the Tathagata just laughed from the beginning, kind and benevolent like a round-faced old gentleman.

Simply an apology to the boss images in all kinds of conspiracy theories.

"Could it really be that the Tathagata suppressed the Six-Eared Macaque here?" Zhu Bajie said doubtfully.

"Just go ask and you'll know." Tang Luo handed the skull to Ao Yulie.

Ao Yulie accordingly took it.

As the place where the gods "sealed the wolf and lived in exile," the Five Finger Mountain was suddenly smashed by a few strangers.

The gods' reaction would definitely be faster than if the high platform had been smashed.

Speaking of which, the high platform being destroyed so quickly was just good luck.

The god general Wu Yi happened to be patrolling nearby.

Otherwise, one would have to wait for a specific time for divine soldiers to appear and take those crystalline ores back to the Divine Realm.

Even if waiting at leisure failed, one could still go take a look at the Divine Realm; anyway, Tang Luo and the others had obtained the Divine Realm's location from Wu Yi.

At the so-called "Ends of the Earth" place.

It was not above the nine heavens as mortals imagined.

A point must be clarified here: not all celestial gods can fly; most divine soldiers cannot fly, possessing only the ability to hover for short periods.

Therefore, the celestial gods captured large numbers of flying demon beasts as mounts.

Raised in captivity; among them, the most famous were naturally the divine dragons.

There were also precious exotic beasts, such as the Garuda.

Although Wu Yi could fly himself, whenever he traveled he rode his mount, the Garuda.

Not only was it imposing, more importantly, the Garuda was also a considerably important combat asset.

The bird-bodied, human-faced Garuda — their numbers in the entire Divine Realm were not many.

This one of Wu Yi's was still the reward after his promotion to Divine General.

So, when Tang Luo and the others had waited for roughly half a double-hour.

The scene they saw was more like a mortal army descending.

Several thousand divine soldiers rode mounts larger than normal size, half-beast half-horse, armored and scaled, arriving from the horizon in a Binshi manner.

Beneath their feet were dark stone roads generated out of thin air.

Above the heads of the mass of divine soldiers, mist swirled; thick, heavy cloud layers came with the great army, at extreme speed.

Faintly visible, lightning flickered; occasionally revealing a scale or a claw, emitting a heart-palpitating dragon might aura.

"Roar!"

Rather than a horse's neigh, it was more like a beast's roar.

The galloping divine clan army instantly went from motion to stillness, stopping in the sky diagonally above Tang Luo and the others.

Looking down from a height at Tang Luo and the others.

The one at the very front wore silver armor, a red cloak behind him fluttering noisily in the wind; the mount beneath him was a majestic white lion demon beast.

Like the Garuda, they both belonged to demon beasts that acted on instinct, not yaojing or yaoguai.

When these celestial gods appeared, a faint blood light emerged on Tang Luo's body.

By the time they drew near and truly stopped, that blood light condensed above Tang Luo's head, forming the characters "Anti-God One · Blood Monk".

Clearly visible; in the eyes of those celestial gods, it was like a bright lamp in the dark night.

"Anti-God One · Blood Monk!" The Divine General Tu Ren, seated on the white lion, looked at Tang Luo, the blood-colored long spear in his hand pointed at him, "Come up and receive death!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

These sounds were the shouts emitted by the divine soldiers behind the Divine General, each voice higher than the last, raising the long ge weapons in their hands along with the sound.

Their attire was not much different from mortal soldiers.

Moreover, if one observed carefully, one would discover these divine soldiers were not as strong as imagined.

Their strength was even weaker than divine envoys.

This point was somewhat surprising.

But thinking of how divine soldiers have room for advancement, while divine envoys are merely "messengers" that a celestial god selects and forcibly elevates by some means.

Equivalent to the difference between a future "heir" and a watchdog; the watchdog evil hound might be stronger at present.

But they have no future to speak of; it is not an incomprehensible matter.

Tu Ren invited battle; an Anti-God One can die gloriously under witness.

"Wait!"

A voice interrupted the divine clan's shouts; the mist above the heads of the divine clan drifted forward, slowly dispersing.

Revealing the true appearance inside.

They were two black true dragons; on their slender dragon bodies were respectively fitted chains, the other end of the chains connected to an incomparably magnificent carriage compartment, the kind with wheels.

Fully the size of a mansion compound.

As the mist dispersed, the two black dragons' dragon eyes instinctively locked onto Ao Yulie, their same kind.

From their mouths issued threatening low growls; dragon might radiated out, making some of the divine clan's battle beasts a bit restless and uneasy.

"Ignorant little things, raised like mentally disabled children yet daring to roar at me?"

Ao Yulie grinned savagely and looked up, instantly half-dragonifying; scales faintly appeared on his cheeks, his own dragon might released.

The two black dragons' auras stalled; their imposing manner immediately weakened, like frightened little children.

The battle beasts were even more restless, a commotion breaking out, requiring divine soldiers to soothe them.

If arguing strength, these two black dragons might not necessarily be weaker than Ao Yulie who has not yet recovered to his former peak.

But unlike Ao Yulie, these two dragons were raised by celestial gods from childhood, greenhouse flowers that never fully bloomed, their intelligence deliberately suppressed, making them only a bit better than those battle beasts.

"Mentally disabled children" among the dragon clan.

Encountering an "ancient dragon" like Ao Yulie, the majesty of a bloodline superior instantly suppressed them completely.

"Demon Dragon!"

Tu Ren's eyes narrowed; after the great war back then, there were no traces of dragons left on the earth.

The dragon clan split into two camps: one, divine dragons; two, demon dragons; both in the Divine Realm and the Nine Netherworlds.

Now a demon dragon appears in the world; could it be that the Nine Netherworlds have already opened?

This Anti-God One · Blood Monk who suddenly emerged — is he a Qi Refiner from the Nine Netherworlds... or a demon?

Demons can assume human form; to tell the truth, the vast majority of celestial gods cannot distinguish them.

The butcher's blade belongs to the kind that cannot be seen.

Whether it can be seen or not, it is actually unimportant to the Heavenly God; whether he is a qi cultivator or a demon, anyone who comes out of the Nine Abysses has only one outcome: "death".

I just don't know why the Soundless God King suddenly spoke up.

After speaking, he hesitated and dragged his feet, saying nothing more, leaving everyone waiting in vain.

The carriage pulled by the black dragon is extremely spacious inside, with soft cushions everywhere.

The floor is a giant soft cushion.

At this moment, a tall and handsome man stands at the doorway, his face solemn: "Is it him? No, this is just a child! But that blood-red kasaya, and moreover, that is indeed a dragon..."

The man reached out to push the door, but froze on it, unable to open it for a long time.

It seemed as if that wooden door weighed a thousand jin, impossible to push open.

"Or, let's go first——wait, even if it really is that person, why should I run?"

The man's expression kept changing, truly torn to the extreme.