Vol 2 Chapter 162: : as long as necessary

"Who is that"
Around the altar, there was a shudder of life.
"Not dead."
Someone answered, with fear in the voice.
This kind of power is so terrible that they can't move.
"That is not dead"
When Sun Wukong heard these conversations, he became more and more curious.
The undead figure is only going to the altar. The chain at the foot doesn't know what to forge. If it is looming, it will give a sense of simplicity.
"The anklet is a treasure that the undead people have since birth."
The treasurer said, "That is the symbol of eternity."
Is eternity not a slave?
Sun Wu thinks of the little man he saw in the totem.
The undead in front is getting farther and farther, the anklet is crisp and sweet, pointing to the altar.
The totem of the ground emerged one after another, and the entire peak was shaking.
As he walked away, the spells that bound everyone were gradually disappearing.
"not dead"
Suddenly there was a creature who rushed to the undead.
"I want you to have blood and blood."
He shouted loudly, but he was not close, and the blood was flashing. This creature turned into a rain and sprinkled the ground.
Everyone was shocked.
"This is not the place where you can let go."
The undead people did not return.
He went to the top of the altar, facing a white egg, and a fairy in his hand.
The fairy fruit is crystal clear and exudes a sigh of life, like the life of countless worlds.
"Transform blood with blood, change the world for the world"
The undead raised their hands, "I did it."
With a bang, the fairy fruit penetrated all obstacles and flew up.
A stream of blood-colored lightning fell down, seas, raging waves, and swallowed the altar in an instant.
"What is he doing"
Asked by Sun Wukong.
"Let this land wake up."
The treasurer said, "This land belongs to them."
The raging blood swallowed the altar and fell down the steps until it reached the feet of everyone.
Everyone looked at the past, a corpse was up and down in the blood, there were old and few, countless, the whole land was whining.
The vast sea of ​​blood, the endless corpses, this scene shocked everyone.
This is not the blood sea created by the souls of the world.
On the altar, white eggs shed light and quietly illuminate the blood.
Then, it began to spurt out the glare of the glare, and the sea suddenly stopped spreading, going upstream and flying toward the egg.
The egg was like a black hole, and it quickly absorbed the blood, and even the fruit was absorbed.
After absorbing the fruit, the white egg turned into a blood color and floated on the altar without any change.
"Do not"
The undead has taken a step back.
The fairy fruit in his hand has dried up. He looks up at the egg in the sky and suddenly drops his tears. "Does it still not work?"
"Is it still not good?"
He looked up and suddenly laughed. "Can we never go back?"
The laughter is full of sadness and despair.
Billion years of long roads, thorns and thorns, betrayed compatriots, and sneaked in the eyes of the Sayādaw, just to recover the world.
But still useless.
They can't go back anymore.
"I can't go back anymore."
The man laughed and laughed with madness.
"Can't go back, why am I alive?"
When the voice fell, he suddenly raised his right hand and slammed it on his head.
A flower burst and the body of the undead fell.
The audience was shocked. I saw this scene and I couldn’t believe it.
"He committed suicide."
Said Sun Wukong.
"Why"
The shopkeeper was pale, and this undead is his most important guest. How could it be so easy to fail?
Only Sun Wukong knows the reason.
"This land can't be saved, he can't go back to heaven."
Sun Wukong stepped out and went to the altar.
He walked all the way, knowing that the life of this land is dead, and it is no longer possible to recover.
If you are thousands of years in the morning, maybe the undead can succeed.
But this land, waiting for too long, all the mechanisms for recovery are no longer valid.
Sun Wukong went to the place where the undead people fell.
The undead is lying on the ground with flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are absorbed by the chain.
"It turned out to be."
In the eyes of Sun Wukong, the golden light flashed, and he knew that the anklet was really a treasure of the undead.
It protects the souls of the undead, and after a few days, it can regenerate the undead.
But what does this mean?
The anklet is not a reincarnation, it will not eliminate his pain and memory.
No matter how long the life is, the heart is dead, it is the real death.
The person who is the most difficult to overcome is himself.
Sun Wukong stepped on the undead.
People who stay in the past have no meaning to him.
He came to the altar of the altar and reached for the egg.
At this moment, the Tianwei in his body was once again exuded, and the mighty sweeping over the Kyoho, some of the creatures that were shocked were on the ground.
"It still needs more power."
Sun Wukong picked up the golden hoop and flew up.
Everyone looked up and looked at it.
Sun Wukong flew to the sky and stopped.
"This land is dead."
Sun Wukong’s eyes swept across the earth, and then he lifted the golden hoop and waved it.
Many people hope that if necessary, he can be destroyed.