He transformed into Sun Wukong, but was crushed by the Five Fingers Mountain and lost all his magic power.
Binding the [Three Realms Live Broadcasting System] in a desperate situation, the barrage made my hair stand on end:
"Don't believe in Tathagata!" "Your master is liberating himself every night!"
From then on, I took this weird live broadcast room and embarked on a mutated journey to the west.
Tang Monk's Zen staff is dripping blood, and Bajie's rake is whispering.
The system continues to release demonic missions: [Set the temple on fire] [Destrange the team] [Kill Tang Monk]...
And the audience IDs are terrifying: Heavenly Observer, Lingshan Sweeper Monk, Abyss Lord...
Until my daughter, the king, whispered in my ear: "Great Sage, the audience in your live broadcast room is half gods and half demons, all waiting for you to fall into the abyss."
When Lingshan is approaching, the system finally shows its cards:
"Option A: Become a Buddha and dominate this broken world."
"Option B: Raise the baton and break this day for the thousands of spectators behind you!"
I turned around and grinned at the boiling live broadcast room:
"Old fellows, get your gifts ready—today, we will live stream the God-Slaying!"
