"You have some skills, my old Sun Zhan is happy!" Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop stick in his hand and went straight to the flank of the Demon Slaying Sword, between the lightning and flint, like two strange souls, in a deserted wasteland, confiding.

"It's just a pity...... Gods and demons are not compatible. Yang Jian crossed his eyebrows and swept Sun Wukong coldly, Sun Wukong just smiled contemptuously, and then a crack gradually appeared in Yang Jian's forehead, as if it was about to ooze blood.

But there was only a crack, and there was no flesh.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth also smiled like Sun Wukong, only to see that the crack was full of bulges outward, as if something was about to grow.

Sun Wukong looked at Yang Jian very solemnly, he had an uneasy intuition in his heart, Yang Jian was going to make a big move, and he ...... Strength has never been preserved.

As Sun Wukong expected, Yang Jian's third eye opened. Everywhere the Tianyan eyes went, they were all yellow.

Sun Wukong was burned on his right arm by that golden light, but fortunately, it was not very serious, and he could bear it.

Yang Jian looked at Sun Wukong and said lightly: "Dog, it seems that it is not your turn to make a move today." ”

The flirtatious tone was full of provocation.

Sun Wukong lowered his head, just silently looked at the golden hoop stick in his hand, and sneered.

"What are you laughing at?" Yang Jian was puzzled.

"I laugh at your arrogance, laugh at you for not knowing what to do!" Sun Wukong's voice was very low, but the words were sonorous, and he paused in Yang Jian's heart.

"The only opponent in this life of the Monkey King is your Heavenly Realm Dream Builder, what kind of minion are you, dare to shout in front of me?" Sun Wukong raised his eyes, the angry lotus bloomed under his eyes, and those suppressed emotions once again surged into his heart.

Dream Builder?!

He was able to escape from her?!

Yang Jian's heart tightened a little, the person in this world who could escape from the hands of Ji Wuwu...... There were few, Yang Jian frowned, looking at the momentum exuded by Sun Wukong's body, which was very different from the previous one.

He...... It's strong again.

While thinking, Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop stick in his hand, and carved a Milky Way between heaven and earth to hit Yang Jian, and this battle should be over.

Yang Jian returned the Tai'a sword again, and the two swords went together, but he still couldn't withstand Sun Wukong's groundbreaking blow.

"Ah——h

With Sun Wukong's angry shout, the whole world went out, and Sun Wukong was a flame.

He turned around and looked at the world behind him, which was dark and cold.

He shook his head and said, "This day has really come." ”

"You already knew that you had a fight with this monkey?" said Tencanopy thoughtfully.

Neither worry-free nodded, "It's a pity that it's useless, the sky wants people to die, and it's unstoppable." ”

"What about him? Is it also providence? Can your efforts be able to defeat the will of heaven?" Tianpeng never asked, because Tianpeng knew that he did not like others to mention his name the most.

Neither carefree nor heard, there was no expression on her face, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

That beam of light lit up the entire deep sky and went straight to the Heavenly Palace.

"It's time for you to get busy. "Both carefree sounds are faint and fade into the white water.

Tianpeng just said a good word and took care of himself and left.

The heavenly palace was in chaos, and the ground was scarred.

Walk to that mess without worry, where there is a down-and-out man who needs a cup of forgetfulness.

A light purple streamer slowly flowed into Yang Jian's wound, healing the external injury.

"Thank you, owner. Yang Jian propped himself up very decadently, his head full of broken hair fluttering in the wind, at that moment, he was no longer a general.

"The Divine Monarch doesn't have to be polite. "Neither worry-free said.

It made the lord laugh. The corners of Yang Jian's mouth were a little bitter, he had never been so frustrated, not only him, but all those who fought with Sun Wukong were extremely frustrated in their hearts.

It's even more frustrating than going to a nameless liquor store.

Sun Wukong is just a demon monkey, and he has only been in the world for a few years. You are all gods, not to mention that there are still some in a hundred years, so many people work together, and they are still tortured by a demon monkey and lose their dignity.

"Zhenjun just do your best, don't care. "It's not that you want to comfort something, it's just that life is important to have self-knowledge and recognize reality.

It's come to this, and I'm annoyed...... To no avail!

If you don't have to worry about seeing too clearly, you will lose human affection.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth were still bitter, and there was a hint of melancholy in his eyes.

"If the Divine Monarch doesn't mind, how about going to my wine shop for a drink?"

Drinking to drown sorrow is inevitable for everyone.

Yang Jian didn't refuse, he went back to the Heavenly Realm now, and he also watched the monkey full of arrogance make a mess of the Heavenly Realm.

In the nameless wine shop, there is no former aroma of wine.

There was a little more grief and melancholy.

Everywhere she looked, Zi Hu and Sun Wukong were talking and laughing happily, and she shook her head weakly, she regretted it a little.

regrets that he interfered in Zi Hu's life, if he hadn't interfered, although the ending would not have changed, at least in this nameless wine shop that hides the world and isolates the world, there will be no shadow of memories.

After worry-free several pots of wine, sitting at the west window, Yang Jian sat opposite from the worry-free, still embarrassed.

With a wave of his hand, he swept away Yang Jian's embarrassment and returned his former appearance, but he could heal all the scars and worn, but he couldn't heal people's hearts.

"Does the lord also feel that this gentleman is very embarrassed?" Yang Jian lowered his head and held a pot of wine tightly in his hand.

Neither carefree shrugged, "That's not true, anyway, that stinky monkey annoyed me that day, and he was so embarrassed when he gave him a dream." ”

Yang Jian's brows tightened a little, and he said, "The lord has lost?"

Looking at him without worry, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and his face was filled with a sense of arrogance, "What do you think?"

Neither worry-free threw the problem to Yang Jian, Yang Jian naturally hoped that Sun Wukong would win, at least he had one more rhetoric, but unfortunately, Worry-free's face was full of pride, and Yang Jian couldn't get his wish.

"Looks like the owner has won. ”

Neither worry-free nodded, "Yes, I won, but I also lost." ”

Yang Jian was puzzled and looked at him without worry.

"Providence and people's hearts, I have lost a fine light!" muttered without worry, Yang Jian didn't hear it very clearly.

Outside, a drizzle of rain slowly fell along the eaves of the wine shop, knocking out a string of pleasant notes, and I pricked up my ears to listen carefully.

The green hills in the distance became more hazy in the smoke and rain, and only the broken waist could be faintly seen, as if the graceful fleshless body twisted the waist and danced.

Grace blossomed in the heart of both worry-free.

Yang Jian picked up the wine jug and poured it violently, and the melancholy reached its peak at that moment, but soon with the arrival of drunkenness, it gradually disappeared.

"How's it going? It's a new jug. He turned his head and glanced at Yang Jian.

Yang Jian drank too violently, and before he could perceive anything, the wine entered his stomach, but there was a hint of joy between his lips and teeth.

"Joy. Yang Jian almost blurted out.

"Joy ......" smiled carelessly, and said, "Is it the joy of being dried up or the taste of wine?"

"Both. Yang Jian tightened his eyebrows.

He nodded without worry, and then asked, "Do you know whose story this is made of?"

Yang Jian looked carefree, he didn't understand what this dream builder was thinking in his heart.

Neither worry-free nor playing dumb riddles with him again, just propped his chin and leaned his head against the wall, "This is the story of Zi Hu, and the demon spirit of Sun Wukong is brewed together." ”

Yang Jian paused, then put the wine jug in his hand back on the table, with a crisp sound, there were a few more cracks on the bottle body of the wine jug, but it quickly disappeared again.

"Looks like you're really. Said lightly.

Yang Jian was silent and did not speak.

"Victory or defeat has always been a common thing in soldiers, and that stinky monkey has such a high level of skill is just a secret intervention in the providence of heaven, and you are doomed to lose this battle. ”

"Heh!" Yang Jian was a little bitter, "Since it's a loss, why do you want me to go, just let that monkey kill the Heavenly Palace?" Yang Jian's whole person gradually became indifferent, as if he wanted to swallow the carefree life.

"Just buy some more time. "Had a drink both carefree.

"What do you mean?" asked Yang Jian.

"Do you want to see how the Heavenly Realm is doing?" Neither Wu Wu answered his question, but just raised his finger, but Yang Jian did not answer.

But I don't have to worry about having opened the water mirror, and inside the water mirror, I am extremely embarrassed.

Sun Wukong fought all the way from Nantianmen, beheaded the peach orchard full of peaches, and transformed all the elixirs of Daode Tianzun into his body, and the scenery was infinite for a while.

Daode Tianzun set up a formation with the gossip furnace, and the three flavors of the true fire were the guide, Sun Wukong was imprisoned in the gossip furnace, and the three clear and five monarchs cast spells together to drive the samadhi true fire, wanting to refine Sun Wukong.

He sneered and said, "These old men are really ruthless enough, even if they catch the wrong person, they will burn it with the real fire of Samadhi, tsk tsk - disrespect for the old man!"

Hearing this, Yang Jian's eyes looked solemn and carefree, and said solemnly: "What did you just say?"

After worrying about the cold eyes, he put away the hand holding his chin and leaned in front of Yang Jian's eyes, "Is this the attitude you should have when talking to the owner of this shop?"

Fang Cai saw that Yang Jian was down, and he didn't want to lose a guest in the future...... Now she has said enough, and some positions are still clear.

Yang Jian was dumbfounded.

The impermanence of worry-free anger made Yang Jian's heart panic, and he was a god he couldn't afford to offend.

"Xiaoxian is abrupt, but I don't know why the boss said that he caught the wrong person?" Yang Jian's tone was much more humble, and he always felt more in his heart, and some things could not be forgotten after all.

Doubts covered Yang Jian's heart, caught the wrong person?

The messenger only told him that the Emperor's beloved disciple, the Zihu Fairy, died of the demon poison under the hands of Sun Wukong, could it be that there was some misunderstanding in this?

"The murderer is not Sun Wukong, but the heavenly realm needs a murderer, to be precise, Sun Wukong needs to be a murderer. The tone of the carefree became solemn, and Yang Jian heard a trace of displeasure.

"Who is the murderer?" asked Yang Jian.

He didn't answer, just looked at everything that happened in the water mirror, and said silently in his heart: It seems that those fiery eyes will soon be refined.

Daode Tianzun could never have imagined that the stinky monkey had eaten all his golden pills, and this samadhi true fire was just the best place for him to stimulate his power.

All this happened exactly five hundred years...... How many world affairs will be implicated?

The corners of his mouth were a little bitter, Yang Jian caught it, he frowned, the things in front of him seemed to be very clear, everyone was telling themselves that Sun Wukong was the murderer, but the subtle change of expression on Yang Jian's face made Yang Jian's heart always have a thick fog.

It covered Yang Jian's line of sight, and also covered the line of sight of the entire Heavenly Realm.

"Can he live?" Yang Jian didn't know how he said this, he actually cared about Sun Wukong's life and death, was it because of the three days and three nights of the battle?

Yang Jian couldn't think clearly, and he couldn't understand it.

Looking at Yang Jian with a little surprise, he smiled lightly: "Do you want him to be dead or alive?"

Yang Jian was dumbfounded, he didn't expect that he would ask such a question, but it was unexpected but seemed to be taken for granted.

"He'll live, just no longer arrogant. He looked at the water mirror without worry, and his tone was a little more regretful.

How good it is to be wanton, why bother to be disturbed by the world.

In the water mirror, the faces of the three clear and five old men all showed a relaxed state, the true fire of Samadhi can dissolve everything in the world, and when the monster touches it, it immediately turns into a pool of blood, half an hour has passed, and there is no trace of life in the gossip furnace, and the whole world seems to have acquiesced that Sun Wukong has long ceased to exist.

Daode Tianzun went to the Lingxu Hall with great joy and told the Emperor of Heaven the good news.

For a moment, the entire Heavenly Realm breathed a sigh of relief, filled with the posture of a victor.

You can clearly see the faint smile hidden on the face of the Emperor of Heaven, which is proud, expected, and full of expectations.

is both worry-free and looking forward to what kind of escape from death the Emperor of Heaven will stage.

Soon, the gossip furnace began to tremble slightly, the corners of the mouth of the carefree were very open, Yang Jian's afterglow had been following the worry-free, why did she feel happy? Is the dream builder in front of her friend or foe? Yang Jian couldn't figure it out.

Worry-free just glanced at Yang Jian, "Watch the play, and ask the doubts in my heart another day." ”

As soon as the words fell, the gossip furnace exploded instantly, and a loud bang shocked everyone's hearts.

Except for the man on the high chair and the dreamer in the wine shop.

Sun Wukong's body was full of flames, scorching everything, and a pair of eyes were blazing, exuding a dazzling golden light, which made people dare not look directly.

"Master Guanyin asked you to fight with him because your souls are compatible, you have heavenly eyes, and he has fiery eyes. Said carefree.

"But we are still enemies. Yang Jian's tone was a little lower, if it weren't for the realm of gods and demons, he would be willing to make friends with Sun Wukong, an opponent.

Neither carefree shook his head and sneered.

Sun Wukong didn't wave the golden hoop stick, but just strode towards the Lingxu Palace, and before the god who was blocking the way made a move, he was burned by this fiery eye, as if he had fallen into the hell of Ah Bi.

No one could stop him, no one dared to look directly at Na Blazing, and no one dared to fight him.