Chapter 2351: This is the weak sorrow

Pig Bajie.
How majestic and heroic when he was the marshal of the canopy.
After being reincarnated, but with such an ugly face, how unwilling and resentful Zhu Bajie was!
Unwilling, resentful, and depressed, it turns into a demon!
The devil of the heart of the Tao, the arrogance of the Tao!
As long as Zhu Bajie doesn't get rid of this demon in his heart and wipes away the dust on Dao's heart, his cultivation level will not have any breakthrough.
Otherwise, with Zhu Bajie, even the Arctic Lagerstroemia emperor would have to rely heavily on talent.
Nor is it possible that on the westward road, the cultivation base cannot be advanced!
In the end, only relying on the merits gained from traveling westward can break the boundaries of the golden immortal and enter a higher realm.
However, the Pig Bajie conscripted by Qin Yi was obviously not the Envoy of the Altar, but just Pig Bajie!
The Pig Bajie who has never gained merit, let alone go further, even the demon in his heart has never suppressed it!
"Strength, my old pig wants strength!
If my old pig has the power to sweep the Three Realms, why not care about this curse!
Why bother with this disgusting skin bag! "
As the Pig Demon Supreme said, his eyes grew scarlet, like flames burning.
The gaze hole is completely chaotic, piercing through the heavens and all realms, seeming to cross the barriers of the world, and see the vast and vast three realms!
"Om!"
The nine-tooth nail rake in his hand shook.
"Wow!"
The Angzang Dahan who was only breathless turned into a ball of powder, and he could not even let out a miserable cry.
I can't die again!
"Om!"
Even the nine-tooth nail rake dropped a sharp edge, tearing the chaos.
The Zhongqian world where Naang Tibetan man was located was easily torn in half by this sharp edge!
Hundreds of millions of creatures fell into chaos, causing countless deaths and injuries in an instant!
"No, I don't want to die!"
"Why, why, why do you want to shoot us?"
"Please, save us!"
Suddenly, the miserable howls of countless creatures sounded.
As long as the cultivation base does not exist in the realm of great power, it is impossible to survive in the chaotic turbulence and be strangled into powder by the chaotic storm.
And the existence of those great power realms also sheltered too many creatures.
With just one breath, millions of creatures fall!
Zhu Bajie didn't care at all, just glanced indifferently, his eyes were scarlet:
"Wail, resent, resent your own weakness!
I hate one's own fragility, and I will be fooled by the old pig! "
"It's like my old pig, who was arbitrarily fiddled with by that lofty fellow, showing up to others all day long, and being cast aside!"
Countless strong people can't help but feel awe-inspiring.
From Zhu Bajie, they now understand what a monster is.
Demon, wanton!
Devil, joy and anger freely!
Life and death, all follow the heart, and kill hundreds of millions of creatures in the palm of your hand.
"This is the weak sorrow!"
Zhu Bajie carried the nine-tooth rake and looked at countless wailing creatures faintly, without the slightest emotional fluctuation in his eyes.
The scarlet in the eyes is a little dim!
He, is it not like these creatures, being manipulated by his people wantonly.
What if you are unwilling!
Not as powerful as people, all resistance can only be a joke.
Just like the emperor who knocked him off the dust and turned him into a pig, in his eyes, is he not like these howling creatures.
The curse that stayed on him is the shackles on him!
But He was powerless to resist, powerless to struggle, and helpless!
This is the weak sorrow!