2351: C2351 This Is the Sorrow of the Weak

C2351 This Is the Sorrow of the Weak

Zhu Bajie.

When he was the Canopy Marshal, he was so heroic.

Even after reincarnating, Zhu Bajie still had such an ugly appearance to his face. How unwilling was Zhu Bajie in his heart? His heart was full of resentment!

Unwillingness, resentment, when accumulated, would turn into inner demons!

The Devil of the Dao-heart was the arrogance of the Great Dao!

As long as Zhu Bajie's heart did not break this inner demon and wipe away the dust on his heart, he would not have any breakthroughs in his cultivation.

Otherwise, with Zhu Bajie's natural talent, even the Arctic Great Emperor would have to rely on him.

However, this was not to the extent that his cultivation could not advance even an inch on the road to the west!

In the end, he could only rely on the merits he obtained from his journey to the west to break through the boundaries of the Golden Immortals and step into a higher realm.

However, the Zhu Bajie that Qin Yi had summoned was obviously not the altar emissary, but just Zhu Bajie!

Even Zhu Bajie, who had never obtained any merits, could not suppress the devil in his heart, much less take a step forward!

"Strength, I, Old Pig, want strength!"

If I, Old Pig, had the power to sweep across the Three Realms, why would I care about this bullshit curse!

Why do you have to resist such a disgusting skin! "

The Pig Demon said, and the light in her eyes became scarlet, as though there was a flame burning within.

His gaze pierced through layers upon layers of chaos, penetrating through the All Heavens and Realms, as though he had stepped across a barrier that covered the entire world, and could see the vast Three Realms!

"Buzz!"

The Nine-Tooth Nail Rake in his hand shook.

"Whoa! Whoa!"

The burly man who had only one breath left directly turned into dust, unable to even let out a miserable howl.

He was as dead as he could be!

"Buzz!"

To the extent where, a sharp light descended from the Nine-Tooth Nail Rake s, ripping apart the Primal Chaos.

The Middle-Sized World of the burly man hiding behind was easily torn apart by this sharp light!

Tens of millions of lives fell into chaos, and countless lives were lost in an instant!

"No, I don't want to die!"

"Why, why, why did you attack us?"

"Please, save us!"

In an instant, the shrill cries of countless creatures sounded.

As long as one's cultivation did not reach the Great Expert, it was simply impossible for one to survive within the Primal Chaos Turbulent Flow and be minced into fine powder by the Chaotic Storm.

As for those existences at the Great Expert s, they had protected countless lives.1

In just a single breath, millions of lives were lost!

Zhu Bajie didn't seem to care at all. He indifferently swept his gaze over the crowd, his eyes completely bloodshot.

"Wail, resent, resent your own weakness!"

If you resent your weakness, then I, Old Pig, will recklessly play with you! "

"Just like how I, Old Pig, was recklessly toyed around with by that high up guy. All day long, I've been shown and despised by others!"

Countless experts couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts when they saw this.

From Zhu Bajie, they finally understood what a demon was.

Demons were rampant!

Demons, be happy or angry at your will!

To kill and to take, they would just follow the heart, to kill the Trillions of Living Creatures with a flip of the palm, the world would turn into a river of blood, a peerless demon.

"This is the sorrow of the weak!"

Zhu Bajie carried the Nine-Tooth Nail Rake and looked at the countless wailing creatures indifferently. His eyes did not have the slightest bit of emotion.

The redness in his eyes dimmed a little!

Isn't He the same as these creatures who are carelessly toyed with by him?

So what if he was unwilling?

When one's strength was inferior to another's, resistance was nothing but a joke.

Just like the Heavenly Emperor who had knocked him down and turned him into a pig body, in that Heavenly Emperor's eyes, he was also like these wailing creatures.

The curse that was left on him was the shackles that bound him!

But he was powerless to resist, powerless to struggle, and helpless!

This was the sorrow of the weak!

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