Zhu Bajie.When he was the Canopy Marshal, he was so heroic.
Even after reincarnating, Zhu Bajie still had such an ugly appearance to his face. How unwilling was Zhu Bajie in his heart? His heart was full of resentment!
Unwillingness, resentment, when acc.u.mulated, would turn into inner demons!
The Devil of the Dao-heart was the arrogance of the Great Dao!
As long as Zhu Bajie"s heart did not break this inner demon and wipe away the dust on his heart, he would not have any breakthroughs in his cultivation.
Otherwise, with Zhu Bajie"s natural talent, even the Arctic Violet Vine Emperor had to rely on.
However, this was not to the extent that his cultivation could not advance even an inch on the road to the west!
In the end, he could only rely on the merits he obtained from his journey to the west to break through the boundaries of the Golden Immortals and step into a higher realm.
However, the Zhu Bajie that Qin Yi had summoned was obviously not the altar emissary, but just Zhu Bajie!
Even Zhu Bajie, who had never obtained any merits, could not suppress the devil in his heart, much less take a step forward!
"Strength, I Old Pig wants strength!
If the I Old Pig had the power to sweep across the Three Realms, why would he care about this bulls.h.i.+t curse!
Why do you have to resist such a disgusting skin! "
The glow in its eyes became increasingly scarlet as it spoke, as though flames were burning it.
The light in his eyes was deep and clear as it pierced through the ten thousand worlds. He seemed to have stepped over the barrier of the universe, and was able to see the vast Three Realms!
"Buzz!"
The Nine-tooth nail rake in his hand shook.
"Whoa! Whoa!"
The Aung Sai Man that was left with only one breath of life was immediately reduced to dust, and not even a miserable howl could be heard.
He was as dead as he could be!
"Buzz!"
To the extent where, a sharp light descended from the Nine-tooth nail rake s, ripping apart the Primal Chaos.
The dimensional world that held Aung Sai Man was easily ripped into two by this sharp light!
Tens of millions of lives fell into chaos, and countless lives were lost in an instant!
"No, I don"t want to die!"
"Why, why, why did you attack us?"
"Please, save us!"
In an instant, the shrill cries of countless creatures sounded.
As long as one"s cultivation was not in the almighty realm, it was simply impossible for one to survive in the turbulent flows and be grinded into fine powder by the chaotic storm.
As for the existence of these almighty experts, they were also the guardians of countless creatures.
In just a single breath, millions of lives were lost!
Zhu Bajie didn"t seem to care at all. He indifferently swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes completely bloodshot.
"Wail, resent, resent your own weakness!"
If you resent your own weakness, you would be toyed with wantonly by the I Old Pig! "
"It"s just like how the I Old Pig is being played around with by someone so high up in the sky. He shows them off all day and is being looked down upon!"
Countless experts couldn"t help but feel a chill in their hearts when they saw this.
From Zhu Bajie, they finally understood what a demon was.
Demons were rampant!
Demons, be happy or angry at your will!
Life and death would be taken from him, and everything would be according to his wishes. With a flip of his palm, he could kill billions of lives. With the rivers of blood flowing between heaven and earth, he would become a peerless fiendish demon.
"This is the sorrow of the weak!"
Zhu Bajie carried the Nine-tooth nail rake and looked at the countless wailing creatures indifferently. His eyes did not have the slightest bit of emotion.
The redness in his eyes dimmed a little!
Isn"t He the same as these creatures who are carelessly toyed with by him?
So what if he was unwilling?
When one"s strength was inferior to another"s, resistance was nothing but a joke.
Just like the Heavenly Emperor who had knocked him down and turned him into a pig body, in that Heavenly Emperor"s eyes, he was also like these wailing creatures.
The curse that was left on him was the shackles that bound him!
But he was powerless to resist, powerless to struggle, and helpless!
This was the sorrow of the weak!