The suicidal attack had brought a rich reward. Ye Chen had now completely mastered the essence of the second level of the Nine Revolutions Buddha Demon Technique. Yao Yun was truly astounded by his speed of cultivation. The Immortal Body was like a living cheat, attached to Ye Chen. This Bug-like method of cultivation was truly beyond anyone else's reach.
But it was also inseparable from Ye Chen's own perseverance. After all, not everyone could endure the pain of their flesh and blood being torn apart.
This young man would surely shake the entire Three Realms one day.
If Ye Chen really grew strong enough, perhaps the revival of the demon race could truly be achieved.
At that moment,
Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong, standing at the edge of the scene, were utterly bewildered.
In the distance, the Magic Spell on Zhu Bajie's mouth disappeared when Manjushri Bodhisattva left. Only after he had let out several weak groans did Sun Wukong remember that Zhu Bajie was there. He waved to Sand Monk, who understood at once, and they hurried over to take Zhu Bajie down from the tree.
"Ow! Why'd you take so long to let me down? I nearly died up there." Zhu Bajie complained, aching all over.
"Enough, shut up. It's your own fault for failing to overcome lust. Look at us, then look at Master. He's just an ordinary man, and he went and—"
As he spoke, Sun Wukong realized he really had said too much.
After the four Bodhisattvas left, they had abandoned Xiao Jiu there.
At that moment, Tang Sanzang was quietly watching Xiao Jiu in the distance.
With a sigh from Xiao Jiu, an inexplicable sorrow seemed to echo across the entire sky.
Then she crouched down and began gathering the lumber scattered on