Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

Death can't speak, but from the change in his expression, it can be seen that he can listen.

Although the vines have stopped temporarily, absorbing the energy of the god of death, the god of death is still tightly wrapped around the vines around him, and Sun Wukong can't shake it.

The elixir given by the little paper figurine cannot be used yet.What if you feel this divine power after using the medicinal herbs and vines, and directly suck the god of death completely, what should you do?

Sun Wukong told the god of death that he had just made a crystal.If there is no way to do it now, the only way is to give this semi-finished product to the god of death.

At that time, Sun Wukong was not sure whether the death god could stand the torture of that attribute change now.

If you are not careful, the god of death will be abolished by this semi-finished product.

But now there is no other way, the resolute eyes of Death told Sun Wukong, he must try.

Sun Wukong slowly transferred all the energy in his body to the god of death.

Although the god of death still looks like a mummified corpse, his breath has recovered a lot.

Grim Reaper signaled with his eyes that it was time to start.

Sun Wukong took out the half of the crystal and put it into the mouth of the god of death, and quickly sat behind the god of death.

The palms opened, and energy was sent to him from the back of Death to help him refine the crystals.

The god of death swallowed the crystal, and the body trembled violently shortly after.

With a painful and solemn expression, Sun Wukong slowly increased the input of energy, but after a while, he couldn't lose any more energy.

The energy of the god of death has long been drained by the vines, and now it is suddenly full, the pain can be imagined.

He felt like his body was about to burst.But there is no place to vent.

Can't even have action, at this time, the power of attributes on Death God began to change.

Sun Wukong knows what Death is going through now. After all, he has just experienced it, but these are simply unbearable for such a weak body as Death.

Sun Wukong suddenly thought of something, he took out his ancient flame hammer, grabbed the flame hammer in one hand, and held the hand of the god of death in the other, and transmitted some flame energy into it.

Although this flame energy has more attributes than ordinary energy, this flame hammer is an artifact of the angel family, and it contains divine power.Can help Reaper repair his body.

Also protect him.

Death's expression kept changing, and great pain was written on his face.

His eyes were closed, his brows furrowed.

A little bit of time passed, and finally Death's frown was relieved.The transparent scales that appeared on Sun Wukong just now gradually floated on his body.

And what burst out of Death God's body was a kind of gray light.

A strong space breath burst out, and Sun Wukong was full of energy.

The Space Force of the God of Death is back!

However, for the God of Death, the cultivation base should not improve much, because this time he has been sucked by the vines, and he has lost his origin a little.

Clouds roared in the sky, the black pressure fell, and the surrounding space barriers were filled with gray air.

Almost for a moment, Sun Wukong and the God of Death were drowned in gray gas.

After a while, Death's eyes opened.His complexion has obviously recovered a lot.

But his body was still vulnerable.

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The surrounding environment gradually became more and more gloomy.

The breath of the god of death had already recovered a little.

He wanted to struggle hard, but found it useless, and at this time, the anxious Monkey King also advised him not to do so.

Because of this, it will speed up the strangulation of this terrifying vine!

The god of death seemed to understand Sun Wukong's suggestion and stopped moving, but his breath gradually weakened, he closed his eyes, and seemed to be in a coma again.

At this time, in a huge space.

This strange giant tree, as vast and grand as the starry sky, started a new round of attacks.

He glowed with green light, and layers of energy fluctuations continued to invade this chaotic tree hole world.

Sun Wukong tried his best to resist, and after a while, the attack suddenly disappeared again.

This made Sun Wukong jealous, because this wave of attacks seemed to be just a warning to him!

"Bastard!"

Sun Wukong cursed in his heart.

He now knows that this giant tree is actually dead!No vitality whatsoever!

And all the energy it currently has is given by that strange parasite.

At this moment, the surface of the black spore-like parasite glowed with purple light, and most of its body was hidden in the tangled giant tree vines.

He seems to be ruthlessly mocking the helpless Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong understands that the first thing he has to deal with is this thing. Only by smashing the heart of this truly deadly guy, which is like a blood transfusion to a giant tree, can he be able to rescue the god of death.