Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge-Chapter 1158 - 671_2

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Chapter 1158 -671_2

“Don’t worry, Old Sun will just beat you up to vent my anger, definitely won’t take your lives.”

Sun Wukong split his lips into a vicious grin.

However, he thought to himself, Old Sun won’t kill you, but someone else wants your lives—your awaited person of Destiny, the Master of Great Tribulation.

In an instant, Sun Wukong transformed into dozens of clones, each wielding an iron rod, charging forward.

“Watch the hit!”

Chen Sanzang had mentioned a quick resolution was needed, and that none of these Immortal baldy monks should escape, so Sun Wukong used all his might from the start.

After all, Chen Sanzang only said not to kill them. Well, then he’ll beat these lackeys to cripples!

A bunch of Profound Immortals, True Immortals, and Golden Immortals—how could they be a match for Sun Wukong?

So, even if these guys split up to escape, they couldn’t get away from Sun Wukong’s grasp; the Somersault Cloud’s speed was too fast, almost instantly catching up with them, then knocking them down with a rod.

Sun Wukong was beating them up in the sky, while Chen Sanzang was collecting corpses below. Right, these Immortals and Buddhas who took Sun Wukong’s wrath were as good as dead.

Whoever got beaten by the monkey, the lightest injury was bone fractures, the heavy ones were near soul breakage, even their True Spirit was damaged.

Every time Chen Sanzang picked one up, his Nine Ringed Staff smashed down immediately, directly giving them a head explosion.

Then, before their Spirit could escape, he swiftly caught it with a bind, followed by Old Xi’s transcendence.

With his power continuously growing, Chen Sanzang’s transcendence speed also increased. Compared to those at the Taiyin Golden Immortal level or above, translating was more complicated due to involving Laws, thus prolonging the time required.

However, these Immortals and Buddhas as prison guards, their highest cultivation was only Golden Immortal, mostly Profound Immortal and True Immortal level, so the transcendence was naturally very fast.

Often, Chen Sanzang hadn’t even finished chanting the Transcendence Scripture before Old Xi drained them dry.

Truly drained dry, not only cultivation power but even their Spirit and emotion were purified and condensed, all turned into Chen Sanzang’s nourishment.

This battle, akin to a crushing defeat, lasted only a minute; the fight was over.

Thirty-nine Immortals and Buddhas were all crippled by Sun Wukong, letting the monkey vent his pent-up frustration fiercely.

While transcending these Immortals and Buddhas, Old Xi took less than five minutes.

When all was over, Old Xi instantly created a false impression of these Immortals and Buddhas leaving; unless Hongjun checked himself, even a Saint couldn’t discern the flaw.

“Huh, Drinking and Eating Monk, your aura has grown rather swiftly!”

Sun Wukong flipped into the air and landed before Chen Sanzang, instantly noticing the change in the monk’s aura.

Still a Taiyin Golden Immortal, but compared to just a moment ago, it increased by at least one-tenth!

“Amitabha, isn’t this all thanks to these Immortals and Buddhas’ sponsorship?”

Chen Sanzang was very thankful to the Immortals and Buddhas, not only sponsoring cultivation but also contributing their Spirit, truly great people.

“Hehe, you Drinking and Eating Monk, you’re quite to Old Sun’s liking. But, aren’t you afraid that bald old Tathagata will step in and kill you?”

Though Sun Wukong controlled his power and killed no one, this Drinking and Eating Monk, ruthlessly smashed all these Immortals and Buddhas to death.

Not just that, Sun Wukong sensed and searched all around, finding not only their flesh bodies but even their Spirit and True Spirit had been refined to pieces.

The skill in killing was so practiced, this Drinking and Eating Monk must be a heinous habitual criminal!

This kind of guy is actually the destined scripture seeker, Master of the Westward Journey’s Great Tribulation—it’s simply outrageous!

If Sun Wukong couldn’t feel Chen Sanzang’s pure Buddha Essence comparable to Tathagata, he would have thought this guy was a Demon Cultivator, specifically doing soul-refining deals.

“Hehe, Little Kongkong, follow this poor monk, and let’s stir up the Western Heaven. We’ll also snag a Buddha title when the time comes!”

Chen Sanzang grabbed Sun Wukong’s shoulder, pulled out a wine gourd with the other hand, took a sip, and handed it to the monkey, laughing.

“Alright, Old Sun will do it with you; I’ve long been annoyed by Tathagata’s bump-full head, perfect time to snatch his Buddha position!”

Taking the wine gourd, Sun Wukong didn’t mind Chen Sanzang’s attitude at all. The two walked arm in arm out of the Five Elements Mountain ruins.

“Drinking and Eating Monk, what’s your name?”

“I’m monk Chen Sanzang, a person of the Great Qin Empire, tasked by Emperor Shi of the Great Qin to go to the Western Heaven Great Leiyin Temple to seek scriptures.”

Walking and eating along the way, the one person and one monkey soon arrived outside the ruins.

Chen Sanzang unceremoniously climbed onto a little tiger and headed toward their next destination, but their pace was exceptionally touching.

At sunrise, the one person and one monkey exercised a bit, then began scouring the hills for edible food.

A breakfast takes at least one hour to consume.

After a feast, the one person and one monkey leisurely set out on the scripture-seeking journey.

After dawdling for half an hour, Chen Sanzang usually spreads out a camping cloth on the ground and tells Sun Wukong that he’s hungry, sending the monkey to use some gold to pack a delicious banquet from the nearby city for lunch.

Monkey can’t quite fathom this man’s attitude, but with tasty food available, he just has to run an errand, and is too lazy to care.

Thus, with a flip of Somersault Cloud, delaying about an hour, he’s back with a banquet, and the one person and one monkey start eating.

Just as Chen Sanzang says, people need iron, food is steel, skipping a meal leaves one hungry.

After lunch, Chen Sanzang takes out two deck chairs, finds some shade under a tree, and starts a nap with the monkey, sleeping through the entire afternoon.

As Chen Sanzang puts it, under the bright sun, Golden Crow crosses the sky, the heat too fierce; it would scorch his delicate skin.

Furthermore, the blazing sun could cause such a precious person to die of heatstroke, so caution is necessary.

Simply put, the afternoon sun is brutal, not suitable for traveling; so find a cool spot, rest well in the shade.

When the Golden Crow sets in the west and the Jade Rabbit rises in the east, it’s time for Chen Sanzang to give money for Sun Wukong to run out for dinner.

After one person and one monkey have dinner, it’s their free time and private activities.

At this time, Chen Sanzang will usually find a beautiful female demon in the nearby mountains to enjoy an emperor-like song and dance, casually instructing a bit, and both parties spar some skills, discussing a little business of several small goals.

At this time, Sun Wukong usually watches Chen Sanzang’s behavior with an amazed and toothy grin not far away.

Is this really Tathagata’s disciple Golden Cicada reincarnated?

Truly, food and drink go down the gut, Buddha’s heart is absent!

This guy completely doesn’t belong to the Buddhist Sect, undoubtedly a rebel!

Sun Wukong was greatly surprised, but it also slightly put down his guard toward Chen Sanzang.

These actions of Chen Sanzang show he’s not on the same side as the Western Buddhist Sect, making Sun Wukong less wary of him.

Having read Journey to the West, Sun Wukong knows that Tang Sanzang was manipulated by the Goddess of Mercy, putting the Tightening spell on him!

A plot-savvy Sun Wukong wouldn’t let the Tightening spell show up on his head again!

But there’s another problem that discomforts the monkey, which is the scripture-collecting journey.

This Chen Sanzang, in one day, only uses half an hour for traveling, the rest of the time is all wasted!

Moreover, the half-hour travel is so slow as if they are just out for a spring outing.

At this rate, when the heck will they reach the Western Heaven Great Leiyin Temple and complete this Westward Journey Great Tribulation!

At first, Sun Wukong would try vigorously to persuade Chen Sanzang, at least to extend the traveling time or quicken the pace.

But this guy is stubborn and responds that the quality and standard of three meals a day must be guaranteed; cultivating is meant not to skimp oneself, and all those sayings of being emotionless are nonsense, longevity is for better enjoyment!

So, after persuading three times, the monkey joins in slacking off.

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