The disappearance of his mana not only took away Bai Er's human form, it also took away most of Bai Er's intelligence (pseudo).

With what little intelligence he had left, he realized that Xuanzang had destroyed his most important treasure. His limp body suddenly straightened up, and he glared at Xuanzang with his two cold eyes. Taking advantage of his unprepared state, he opened his bloody mouth and bit down on the back of Xuanzang's neck.

"Hey!

Evil snake hurt my master! "

A loud shout came from outside the cave, and a golden stick flashed past. Bai Er instantly straightened up, then went limp and couldn't get up.

Wukong flew into the cave and picked up the white snake on the ground. He stared fiercely at the Black Bear Spirit, who was holding the broken sword in his hand and still had a look of disbelief on his face. He said, "Coal digger, who gave you the courage to take my master from me?"

The Black Bear Spirit's brain went blank the moment he saw the white snake go limp with a stick, until Wukong woke him up.

He shook his head and stared blankly at the white snake in Wukong's hand for a while. Suddenly, he let out a long, hurt, and desperate cry. His huge body stomped on the ground, and he waved his hand to summon the weapon that Bai Er had hidden in some corner. Then, he attacked Wukong with all his might.

Wukong was also furious. He threw away the snake in his hand and waved his stick to meet the Black Bear Spirit. His momentum was not inferior to that of the crazy Black Bear Spirit.

Although Wukong looked calm on the surface, he was actually a little panicked.

In his previous life, he had fought with the Black Bear Spirit for hundreds of rounds. Now, his mana had inexplicably decreased a lot. Even if he cultivated diligently every day, he couldn't stop the decline. If he fought with the Black Bear Spirit now, he had no chance of winning.

Otherwise, why would he have been so careful from the beginning? He would rather bring his master to live in a side room in the Guanyin Monastery — it was to prevent any accidents from happening and the Black Bear Spirit was involved.

However, no matter how hard he tried, when he woke up, his master was still captured by the damned Black Bear Spirit.

He was extremely anxious, afraid that his master had already become a pot of soup. Coincidentally, he knew the location of the Dark Wind Cave, so he did a somersault and rushed to the Dark Wind Cave to save his master.

When he entered the cave, he saw that there was indeed a big white snake that wanted to harm his master. However, Wukong regretted it after he beat the snake.

Not to mention whether he was willing to kill or not, just the fact that he was in a hurry to come in was wrong.

Xuanzang was immune to poison, and he wouldn't die after being bitten by a snake. Wukong already knew this when he saw Xuanzang calmly stretch out his hand to let the poisonous snake bite him to fill his stomach in the past few months.

In a situation where he couldn't defeat the Black Bear Spirit, the best thing he could do was to look for Bodhisattva like he did before.

Although Avalokitesvara stood him up and didn't report to him in advance at the Five Fingers Mountain, and didn't appear to help him subdue the Little White Dragon when he arrived at Eagle's Grieving Stream, he still went to look for her. Avalokitesvara couldn't turn a blind eye and leave him in the lurch.

He could travel a hundred and eight thousand miles with the Somersault Cloud. A round trip to the South Sea and back would take less than half an hour. When the time came, he could easily drive the Black Bear Spirit to Bodhisattva to guard the mountain and save Xuanzang.

But now … Sigh, let's not talk about it.

Wukong gritted his teeth and fought with the Black Bear Spirit with his staff.

As he fought, he felt that something was wrong.

Why did my magic power drop so much? Why did it feel like I was evenly matched with the Black Bear Spirit and even started to suppress it?

Was it an illusion?

Or was it because the Black Bear Spirit went berserk, so his battle awareness dropped?

No, no, it was because the power of his moves had dropped, and they were getting weaker and weaker …

Wukong beat the Black Bear Spirit to the ground. Looking at the Jingu Bang in his hand, he gradually began to doubt his monkey life.

What, was Bodhisattva secretly hiding somewhere to assist me?

But he opened his Fiery Golden Eyes and looked around, and didn't see anything strange.

But he accidentally saw the white snake that he had thrown aside, and his heart was filled with panic.

He put away the Jingu Bang and walked towards Xuanzang with strong spirits. He circled Xuanzang and sized him up for a while. Xuanzang's expression was natural with a faint smile on his face. He said to Wukong, "Wukong, you're here." It was as if he had just gone out for a walk or was a guest at a friend's house.

Wukong ignored him and rolled up his sleeves with a fierce face.

Then he found that Xuanzang's left elbow was tied with a cloth strip.

"… What's going on?

Did you cut your flesh again?

This time, no one was injured before I came, right? "Wukong's face darkened. Suddenly, he thought: This scene seems to be familiar.

He tentatively unwrapped the cloth strip that was casually tied. Sure enough, the skin underneath was white and flawless.

Looking up at Xuanzang, Xuanzang had an innocent face. He even used his fingertips to poke his elbow and exclaimed, "It's done so quickly!"