The Monkey King

The    cultivation base has broken through, the spiritual power in the body is no longer manic, it has left the hot tub, and the invasion of the boiling potion has ceased to exist.

  It's just that the monkey has no time to take care of this.

   In his heart, a trace of sadness is pervading.

   Everything in front of him was hazy, and in a trance, scenes played back in his mind.

  Sometimes he returned to Huaguo Mountain and was chased by the fierce tiger that should have died in his hands, running away with life and death.

   Sometimes confronted with two disciples of Dan Tongzi, roaring in despair.

   Occasionally knelt outside the Xieyue Sanxingdong and kowtowed, begging bitterly.

   Sometimes I go back to the night eleven years ago, the night when Queer was killed, the unforgettable heart palpitations.

  Climbing on the snow-capped mountains, sneaking in the wilderness, holding a wooden barrel and drifting in the turbulent water, as if you will suffocate at any time...

   For more than ten years, all the memories broke out and intertwined in his mind.

   He held his head, rolled unscrupulously, howled, and wept bitterly.

  Scenarios pass by in front of us, sadness, fear, helplessness, pain, all the negative emotions are intertwined and evolve one by one!

  The originally peaceful spiritual power began to involuntarily become frantic again, but unlike before, they did not bring physical torture to the monkey.

   These spiritual powers are poured into every part of the body in an instant, and all the meridians are bursting and agitating in an instant.

   The fluff stands up, and the blue veins under the hair are faintly visible.

   Sadness, fear, anger, and despair collide in my heart.

   His fist slammed the ground hard, and when he punched it down, it was a deep pit. Sand and gravel splashed, his fist was scratched, blood dripped, and the pain was severe, but it was difficult to hide the pain from the soul.

   A terrifying sense of depression fell on the monkey's chest, his heart beat violently, and blood rushed to every part of his body.

   "This is...this is...what's going on! Boil—!"

   He held his head and struggled hard, hitting the ground hard with his head, sending out blood.

   Various emotions are endlessly expanding and colliding. Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes roaring, sometimes wailing, sometimes like a dead silence, let the tears flow.

The expression on   's face has long been so distorted that no outline can be found.

  Wind Chime watched all this in panic.

  Yang Chan's mouth was slightly upturned, and she smiled slyly.

   "What's going on! What's going on!" The wind chimes struggled to rush towards the monkey, but were still held by Yang Chan.

   "Don't go over, listen to me and don't go over! He'll be fine."

   As in the past thousand years, she has a heart as hard as steel.

   At this time, even Qing Yunzi in the attic was slightly moved at this time, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

"How is this going?"

   He has seen countless people break through the Divine Realm, and this is not the case even in the Way of the Walker.

   That painful cry spread throughout the Taoist temple.

   Concentrating on the temple, he was holding a black block of wood and making a fine seal carving of Subhuti. His ears trembled slightly, and he quickly pinched his fingers.

   The expression on the old face changed slightly, and the eyes narrowed into slits.

   "This Yang Chan... hum!"

  When the monkey gradually controlled his emotions, or after the various emotions in his heart gradually became compatible, he jumped up and scanned everything around him with hostile eyes.

  Hump back, heavy and violent breathing, trembling body, sweat mixed with blood and residual potion slid down the forehead to the bridge of the nose, to the lips.

   stuck out his tongue and tasted it carefully, the **** taste brought an incredible peace at this moment.

  However, after all, he couldn't put out the fire that was burning in his heart, but instead evoked all the **** and burned more violently.

The muscles have swelled to the extreme, shivering, the face with the blue veins exposed is twisted in pain, the fangs are exposed in the grinning mouth, the extreme pain comes from the depths of the heart, as if a demon wants to tear his body and come to this place. World in general.

   In those eyes, a terrifying red light radiated.

   "Murderous!" Qing Yunzi's hand shook, and the pottery cup in his hand fell directly to the ground, spilling the tea on the ground.

   Slowly turned his face to the side, those red eyes were flowing, looking at Yang Chan and the wind chimes.

   At this moment, even the wind chimes shivered and flinched slightly.

  Is this still the monkey she knew?

   Yang Chan had a smile on her icy face, raised her hand, and pointed to the grass not far away.

   Following what Yang Chan pointed, the monkey's gaze turned, and the moment he met those eyes, all the Taoists in the grass had goosebumps all over.

   No words needed, intuition already told them all.

  The deep sense of fear exploded in an instant, spread, and defeated everyone's will in an instant.

   "Run! He's going to kill!" With an exclamation, everyone ran away, and no one even assessed the odds of attacking in groups.

   Need an assessment? Humans and beasts have never had a chance to win.

   Looking at the gang of Daoist disciples who stumbled and stumbled, the monkey roared and stretched out his hand to try to catch it. His eyes were full of blood. He took a step forward, but struggled to stop.

   The raised hand was frozen like that.

   Everything in front of him became dazed again, and it was another fierce battle, a battle between nature and reason, and the pain seemed to tear his soul apart.

   wailing, wailing non-stop, hugging his head unscrupulously, rolling frantically, raising sand and dust all over the sky.

   After a long time, he finally shivered and let go of the hand that was holding his head.

   There seems to be some kind of agreement between nature and reason.

   panting and swallowing, he slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Chan in confusion.

   For a moment, Yang Chan's expression froze, and the corners of her widened eyes twitched.

  The two looked at each other for a long time, the monkey was grim-faced, panting, and drops of saliva dripped down his teeth, as if he was out of control.

   And Yang Chan, who had already reached the third-order God Refinement Realm, was also overwhelmed by the momentum.

   If a cultivator who has reached the limit of the Divine Realm suddenly pounces on her, she has no chance of winning without any preparation.

   How strong is Yang Jian who accepts the divine realm—she knows this better than anyone else.

   "You, what did you do...I know...you are uneasy and kind..." The monkey said intermittently with trembling lips.

   That voice was hoarse and muddy, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength.

   Feng Chi was too shocked to speak, she subconsciously tugged on the corner of Yang Chan's clothes.

Just when Yang Chan was secretly ready to start at any time, a bitter smile suddenly flashed on the monkey's face, and turned to look in the direction of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion. With a slight jump, he jumped more than five feet directly over the cliff and did not enter the cliff. in the green forest above. Only the stunned Yang Chan was left.

   "He actually... got it under control." Yang Chan muttered to herself in disbelief.

   The wolf tooth grass, which was ten times larger than that of Yang Jian at that time, was actually controlled. how did he do it...

   "Something happened!" Qing Yunzi, who was standing in the attic, exclaimed.

   "What's all the fuss about, isn't it just breaking through to a god-like state? Isn't there a few in Guanli every year?" Dan Tongzi's lazy voice came from the room.

   "He went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!"

   "What?!" Dan Tongzi ran straight out of the room.