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Chapter 55 Li Jing's Death Countdown

Huang Mei was slapped twice unexpectedly, and his eyes turned red with anger. He swung his club, emitting lightning. Sun Wukong jumped back, putting some distance between him and Huang Mei, and then seemed to be fighting back and forth.

Sun Wukong had no weapons, so he could only fight with his bare hands. When he punched out, the contact between lightning and his fist made a sound like a thousand birds chirping.

Huang Mei was disturbed by the harsh sound of electricity, but he soon woke up and continued to swing lightning and fight with Sun Wukong.

Above the sky, Zhu Bajie and Ye Fan walked in the air and asked worriedly, "Brother Monkey, can you handle it? Do you need us to go down and help you?"

Sun Wukong felt numb from the electric shock, and the fur on his body stood up. He coughed twice and insisted through gritted teeth: "No need, this is just a little boy playing the chimes, I can handle it."

"I am the Yellow-browed Buddha!"

Huang Mei's pain point was touched, and he roared immediately. He launched a thunderbolt, trying to trap the opponent in the thunderbolt. He did not forget that the Heavenly Fate Monkey was not his target, but the mortal who had revealed the spiritual essence.

But how could Sun Wukong let him have his way? Sun Wukong took his last breath, stepped out of the thunder circle, and punched Huang Mei, but his body was numbed by the electricity, and he couldn't help but slow down a bit, and his fist also loosened a bit.

Even so, the force of the fist still knocked Huang Mei away and he fell on the icy lake.

Huang Mei stood up coughing up blood, his eyes full of madness, his body as if splashed with golden paint, bursting out with even stronger momentum, swinging the big stick in his hand and continuously hitting Sun Wukong.

Helplessness flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and his body continued to fight and dodge with Huang Mei. He and Huang Mei were already in a stalemate, so why didn't Li Jing in the sky take action?

Sun Wukong was still in a stalemate with Huang Mei, who could not help but laugh at him: "You can't even take my big stick, how come I don't know why you have the courage to come to me."

"You dead monkey, start over in your next life."

The electric stick suddenly stretched out and smashed towards Sun Wukong's forehead. Sun Wukong dodged again. Arcs of electricity surged above the ice lake and rushed towards all directions.

Sun Wukong mentally calculated that time was almost up, so he stopped playing along with Huang Mei and immediately struck out with his fist. The universe was turbid, with no distinction between clear and turbid. Suddenly, a golden light flashed, like an axe splitting the heavens and earth, and a sudden wind arose!

"Punch away with one punch, lest hundreds of punches come your way!"

It is precisely by adhering to this spirit, the spirit that is enough to create the world, and holding the power of heaven and earth, that the chaotic universe can be cleared and brought into being.

Huang Mei was shocked and opened his eyes. He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis. Pure murderous intent burst out from his fist, blasting through the disordered chaos and clearing away endless dust. It was like opening up the world in the dust of space, and small worlds were born and destroyed.

“There’s no escape!”

Between disorder and order lies the courage to fight the world, like a giant axe splitting open chaos, like a sickle slashing at dust.

It arises from the subtlest of dust, but has the power to change the world. This fighting force comes from heaven and earth, from the heart, and from the eyes.

Huang Mei's first feeling told him that this punch would kill him.

His second feeling told him that he was going to die!
Huang Mei stood there in a daze. He couldn't escape. It was too fast, so fast that he couldn't react at all.

When the first thought flashed through his mind, he couldn't escape it.

He watched helplessly as the fist landed steadily in front of his nose, just a hair's breadth away. If it had gone just a little further, Huang Mei would have felt like he was going to die.

Huang Mei breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was just a little bit off, otherwise he would have died!
pat!

The electric stick and the human bag fell to the ground, and Huang Mei slowly fell down and sank into the icy lake.

"No, as long as that thing is here, not even Sun Wukong can match me."

Huang Mei tried to struggle to get up, but there was a ball of warm fire at the bottom of the water, illuminating his heart.

He tried to struggle and grab the fire, but it was as if his hands were frozen and he couldn't move. Finally, when the water from the icy lake poured into his mouth and nose, Huang Mei thought:
"It turns out I'm already dead."

His body was destroyed by the force of the creation of the world, his soul was annihilated, and Huang Mei was deader than dead.

A ball of fire appeared at the bottom of the lake and kept surging towards the surface of the lake.

That ball of fire is the nose-sniffing love, the nose-sniffing crazy love, which looks down on everything.

Just like Huang Mei's spiritual philosophy, he abandoned strict rules and regulations, indulged in infatuation, and pursued pleasure. In reality, Huang Mei was also plagued by the six thieves. He always pretended to be an old Buddha, but in reality, he was still a child. When Huang Mei served under Maitreya, he witnessed many sentient beings bringing offerings to Lingshan.

But he was just a little boy, he could smell it with his nose but could not eat it with his mouth. He loved pleasure so much in his heart that he wanted to encourage others to enjoy it as well.

He is obsessed with external things but has no great abilities of his own. He lives on a backpack, and even the halo behind him is a wooden sign tied with a rope.

Although he is old, he is still a child in his mind. Not only does he want to make the Buddha's halo by himself, but he also wants to build a grand palace, vowing to compete with the one in the Western Paradise.

Being so obsessed with winning or losing, and always liking to be different, is ridiculous, ridiculous.

Sun Wukong shook his head and smiled, then picked up the bag of human seeds and the chime stick on the ground.

Deep in the clouds, Li Jing was holding up the pagoda and spying on the battle between Sun Wukong and Huang Mei. He frowned and hesitated.

"Didn't the news from Lingshan say that Sun Wukong's strength has recovered to the point where he can rival the Bodhisattva?"

"Why are we fighting this old monster with yellow eyebrows on equal terms now?"

Li Jing gripped the pagoda tightly, still observing the opportunity: "I'm afraid Sun Wukong still has a trick up his sleeve. I have to wait a little longer and let the Yellow-browed Monster wear down his strength before I can capture that mortal."

Nezha seemed to notice Li Jing's hesitation and sneered, "What a coward! Li Jing, why can't you learn from Lao Jun and throw a circle to attack Sun Wukong?"

"That makes sense." Li Jing seemed to have just woken up from his dream. He sneered at Nezha and issued a military order: "While Sun Wukong is exhausted, Nezha, you attack him!"

Nezha showed the same cold smile: "You are really worthy of it, Li Jing!"

Li Jing held the pagoda, which reflected infinite Buddha light. The Buddha light shone on Nezha, and the Qiankun circle around his neck kept shrinking.

In the world of Black Myth, Nezha's Qiankun Ring seems to no longer be a weapon, but a magic weapon to discipline him. This magic weapon is similar to a tight hoop and is worn around the neck. When Li Jing holds up the pagoda and the Buddha's light shines on it, it tightens Nezha's neck and countless tentacles grow from the neck, inserting into Nezha's flesh.

"Nezha, are you going to disobey your father's orders?"

Nezha's neck was tightly gripped by the Qiankun Circle, and even the soul inside his body was squeezed by the unknown force, causing him to howl in pain.

Nezha put his hands together, with respect on his wild face. He gritted his teeth and bowed down helplessly in front of Li Jing. The tightening circle of heaven and earth made him tremble like a dog. Nezha kowtowed to the pagoda.

"Bow! To! The! Buddha!"

Li Jing then slowly withdrew his hand, the corners of his mouth raised, and he was extremely proud: "No matter how powerful your magical powers are, you still have to be my son and let me command you."

"You may say you are my son, but your flesh and blood are just lotus roots. What does that have to do with me? To put it bluntly, Nezha, you are just a dog under my command, at my beck and call!"

"If a dog wants to bite its master, it must be beaten. You don't want your soul to be squeezed by the Qiankun Circle, do you?"

Li Jing looked at Nezha with contempt, with pity in his eyes, and his expression when looking at Nezha was extremely arrogant.

The 100,000 heavenly soldiers behind him, the Nine Stars Officials, the Twelve Yuanchen, the Five Directions Jie Di, and even the Giant Spirit God, were all accustomed to seeing this scene.

Li Jing relied on the pagoda to train Nezha like a dog, but every time Nezha was trained, he still did his own thing, hated Li Jing and refused to surrender.

"Get out of here!"

Nezha still had that look of looking down on everything, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

Li Jing's expression was distorted. If Nezha had kowtowed to him, he would have simply laughed at him, but this expression was so delicious.

I just like Nezha's expression. He hates me, but he can't do anything about me. The murderous intent bursting out from him at all times makes me creepy and unable to control myself.

But when I came to my senses and savored this sense of horror, I felt an indescribable pleasure.

This made Li Jing confirm one thing: he just liked torturing Nezha.

Only in Nezha can he find the pleasure he has never experienced before.

(End of this chapter)