Rumble!

The meteor-like figure smashed to the ground, the air waves rolling, and the dust was noisy, blocking people's vision.

After a long time, the dust cleared, and a large pit with a radius of several tens of meters and a depth of seven or eight meters appeared on the ground.

And in the center of the pit, a figure covered in scars and bleeding looked extremely miserable.

It's just weird that on the surface of his body, there is a bell-shaped phantom looming, and the aura on his body is also fluctuating.

It can be seen that Wang Jian is still alive.

It was already far from the Marble Mountains, not even far from the place where he used to live in seclusion.

The force generated after that shot was so strong that it directly shook him away, and the height, which made it far away from the Five Elements Mountain.

With such a long distance and height, Rao is Wang Jian's physical fitness is extremely strong, and he can't bear it, not to mention that he is still seriously injured.

The phantom of the Chaos Bell imagined on the surface of the body was smashed weak, looming, and it was obviously impossible to last.

The prototype of the Chaos Bell under the skin is still strong, but it is also a little unbearable due to the collision of this force.

It's not that the prototype of the Chaos Bell is bad, it's that he himself can't exert the power of the prototype of the Chaos Clock. What's more, the state is not good, and it is even more difficult to get under serious injuries.

Under this collision force, it could not be blocked completely, and then a gap appeared.

Sun Wukong's power itself has not been completely digested, and it has also been poured into his body along the gap, causing his internal organs, bones, fascia, etc. to be seriously damaged.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong's power has been blocked and digested partly, and it has not exceeded his limit.

It's just that he was injured continuously before, and now he is injured more than injured, and his combat strength has gone to eighty or ninety. Maybe any Grandmaster Realm martial artist, if he has a divine weapon in his hand, he can easily kill him.

Even the momentum on his body was a little weaker, and the whole person was slightly shaken by the attack of the power in his body.

I don't know, I thought it was too painful to bear.

For the endurance of pain, Wang Jian is still quite confident.

He was often injured at the beginning, and his endurance for pain was naturally tempered.

What's more, now, the will is highly condensed, the fighting spirit is bursting, and the pain is naturally directly ignored.

Wang Jian didn't care about anything else at the moment, and confirmed that Sun Wukong didn't chase him, so he continued to be distracted.

His mind became more and more empty, and his cognition of the shot just now was more detailed and deeper, and the four-point gun intent that he had already comprehended was improving at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

Even with the three-point fist intent, it is rapidly improving, and the speed of the gun intent is not inferior to the speed of the gun.

And his will was also sublimated in this shot, and he felt that the realm of immortals was not so far away.

At least in the duel, he faintly felt the door.

It is a portal between the immortals, and once it is opened, it will be a feather ascending immortal.

The realm has advanced by leaps and bounds in this battle, and this is true in all other aspects, it can be said that Wang Jian has gained a lot in this battle.

In the future, even if there is no way to ascend to immortals, you can use your own strength to become immortals.

And getting this, just paying a heavy physical blow, is really nothing.

The cost performance is too high, and if anyone knows that this will be the result, they will also work hard.

Even Wang Jian himself didn't expect that the gain would be so huge, so he only divided a small part of his mind on the issue of physical injury, and the rest was in the process of enlightenment.

As time passed, Sun Wukong's power was gradually suppressed, absorbed, and digested by the Chaos Bell Prototype, and only a small part of the spatial power was stored by the Chaos Bell Prototype for future enlightenment.

After all this was completed, Wang Jian put away the prototype of the Chaos Bell, and the phantom of the Chaos Bell on the surface of his body quickly disappeared.

Falling back in the sea of knowledge, the martial arts primordial god is like a phantom, and it is still a little swaying.

The same is true of the Chaos Bell Phantom in his right hand, and the Phantom of the Spear in his left hand is even weaker, and even disappears in the blink of an eye.

If it weren't for the sharp aura above, maybe I would have thought it was completely shattered.

Without the Chaos Bell Phantom, the smell of blood on Wang Jian's body permeated, and the momentum with obvious ups and downs of strength and weakness could not be stopped.

Fortunately, although the battle between him and Sun Wukong was fierce, it attracted the attention of some nearby warriors.

But in the same way, it also dispersed some ordinary people, and they did not dare to approach.

So no one has found him until now, otherwise if someone has some bad thoughts, maybe it will still involve his mind.

However, soon, two sparks flew in the air, and they instantly came to the deep pit where Wang Jian was.

Those were two steel suits, and the people who came were Tang Yunlei and Zhou Xiuxiu.

The helmet opened, revealing two pretty faces that were extremely worried.

But they didn't dare to get close, because the momentum around Wang Jian's body fluctuated, and their little strength couldn't get close even if they were wearing steel suits.

This is also the reason why Wang Jian found out that they were coming, and immediately stopped them with momentum.

At this moment, he was on the rise, contemplating that shot, as well as the four spirits and wills that had been sublimated in the fierce battle, how could he have the heart to appease the two women.

But that's fine, at least it gives the two girls a signal that he's still alive and okay.

Both of them are martial artists, so they naturally know that Wang Jian's situation at the moment is likely to be feeling something.

So I didn't bother, and my heart relaxed.

But seeing him covered in dirt and blood, Tang Yunlei, a little girl, still couldn't help crying.

Zhou Xiuxiu is slightly better, but it's about the same.

The worried look didn't last long, and suddenly, the two women felt a sense of despair that was about to be in danger.

Even the body was trembling violently, and a stream of despair enveloped the heart, and the whole mind was dark, and no thought could be born.

The two women's bodies instinctively looked up at the place where danger was coming, and they saw the whole sky, and at some point they were covered by a huge Buddha statue.

Even the moon was blocked, and the huge Buddha statue seemed to be sitting high above the planet.

Looking down at the planet with a compassionate face, it seems that everyone can sense the great compassion in each other's eyes.

Under the sunlight, the whole Buddha statue shines with golden light, just like the light of the Buddha.

The world that had been dark at night was once again seen as bright as a light, and its eyes were blinded.

Such a terrifying situation immediately shook the entire world of the Journey to the West.

Countless warriors and ordinary people knelt on the ground one after another, reciting Buddhist scriptures that they were not familiar with on weekdays.

And some demons, monsters, and ghosts fled in panic, for fear of being targeted by the other party.

And just when the Buddha statue bloomed with golden light, there seemed to be a Buddhist scripture chanting in heaven and earth.

The voice was so soft that the pious seemed to be able to hear it easily and follow along with it.

The sound formed a torrent and spread throughout the world, making the world seem to form a Buddha country.

Curled up in the pit, Wang Jian, who didn't even pay attention to the arrival of the woman, opened his eyes, his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent, making his gaze extremely cold and violent.