"It's not easy to feel special, you come here, I'll teach you. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info" The White Bone Spirit blinked and beckoned to Yan Jun.

Yan Jun shook his head with a smile, stretched out his hand and patted the back of his hand: "Don't try to take advantage of me, be careful to lose yourself." ”

"If you lose it, you will pay it in, I am willing to be accompanied by a woman like you. The white bone spirit opened his big black and white eyes and said bewildermently.

Yan Juncai didn't believe his rhetoric, and said lightly: "What I said about paying in, not paying you to me." I think it's just right to pay those 10,000-year-old demons in the underworld, and fight poison with poison. ”

The corners of the white bone spirit's mouth hooked slightly, and said, "Unless you hide my identity, otherwise, who dares to ask me?"

"You, a lot of the time, you're speechless. Yan Jun lightly poked his fingers at Bai Gu's face a few times, and said with a smile.

"Just say it, what are you doing? The white bone spirit said, and his fingers subconsciously rubbed a few times.

He wanted to try pinching Yan Jun's face to see how soft and tender it was. It's a pity that after hesitating for a few moments, he didn't dare to make a move after all.

At this stage, he can't beat Yan Jun, and it's not fun to be molested by the other party if he doesn't succeed.

"Your Majesty, you will be near the Little Lei Yin Temple soon. Outside the door curtain, Tai Situ, who drove the beast, opened his mouth abruptly.

Yan Jun retracted the smile on the corner of his mouth and said in a deep voice: "Hide your whereabouts and explore the location of the golden cymbal." ”

Tai Situ nodded, and the scepter in his hand suddenly burst out with dazzling light, enveloping the entire chariot, and when the light dissipated, the chariot completely turned into an invisible transparent form, and fell rapidly from the sky.

In the darkness, an untraceable stream of energy flew out of the scepter, merging into the aura between heaven and earth, drifting in all directions with the wind current.

"Your Majesty, I found it. After a long time, Tai Situ's voice rose slightly, and he drove the chariot to a gray earth-colored mountain with a small head and a small foot and a thick body.

"Is it in here?" the white bone spirit looked at the mountain with the eyes of heaven, and easily looked at this mountain peak, and opened his mouth in confusion.

"Not in it. A light flashed in Yan Jun's eyes, and he said with a smile: "This mountain is the golden cymbal that trapped everyone traveling west. White bones, white bones, the strength of your monkey is very strong, the 100,000-mile sage magic weapon Na Sumeru, can be big or small, and can be retracted and released freely, but he forcibly broke the law and order, and it has grown to this extent. The yellow-eyed old demon had no choice but to disguise it and seal it here.

The White Bone Spirit said, "If you want to praise him, let's rescue him first." It's up to you, O you. ”

Yan Jun flicked his fingers and flicked out all the seven illusory divine knives beside his fingers.

The divine sword broke through the air, and in an instant, it pierced into the mountain peak. The seemingly impregnable mountain wall is completely vulnerable to the sharp divine sword.

However, as the runes on the mountain lit up, the entire mountain no longer looked like it was made of stone, but instead grew like a tough piece of flesh.

Although the Seven Divine Blades were unstoppable inside the mountain peak, they often healed automatically after the blades passed. The whole process will not take more than a moment.

Yan Jun frowned slightly, waved his hand, summoned all the seven divine swords, and frowned silently.

"What's wrong?" the white bone spirit asked in shock, "Even these seven divine swords can't deal with this golden cymbal?"

"There is nothing in this golden cymbal itself, but the Sanskrit words on it are too powerful, they are written with the essence blood of the ancient dragon god, and the attributes are special, and my seven divine swords are not compatible. Yan Jun explained.

A touch of loss emerged from the white bones, and he said seriously: "So, can you break the trick with strength?"

Yan Jun shook his head and said, "This scripture is connected to the Supreme Divine Soul, really speaking, they are the power, how can we break it?"

The white bone essence's face gradually became solemn, and he said in a deep voice: "Is there no other way?"

At this time, he had already made up his mind in his heart, if even Yan Jun had no choice, he would use the ghost spirit system to destroy this golden cymbal at all costs and save everyone.

"It's not impossible. Yan Jun said solemnly: "All things are born and restrain each other, as long as I can find a treasure that can hold Sanskrit, I can easily chop this golden cymbal with a knife and rescue the westward people." ”

"Then do you know what treasure can hold this Sanskrit?" The white bone spirit took a deep breath and said solemnly: "If there really is such a thing, even if it will cost a lot of money, I will get it." After all, I'm the monkey their only hope now. ”

Yan Jun pursed his lips and said, "To untie the bell, you still need to tie the bell, this Sanskrit is written by the blood of the ancient dragon god, in principle, just find it out to solve our troubles." However, the primeval dragon god had already died in the primeval period, and even the remnant soul was gone. So we can only settle for the next best thing, try to find the direct bloodline of the primeval dragon god, and use the most precious dragon horn on the dragon's body as a pen to rewrite this divine text. ”

"Among the primeval beings, there are so many dragon gods, leaving behind bloodlines all over the Three Realms, how can we find a suitable candidate among the hundreds of millions of dragon gods?" said the white bone spirit helplessly.

Yan Jun's eyes were shining, and he said solemnly: "There is such a little benefit to living at an old age, and I know a lot of secrets. As far as I know, there is a bloodline descendant of the primeval dragon god within the Heavenly Palace, and with his horns, he can rewrite this chapter. However, don't think about asking him to help, and let's not say that you are on the same page, just say that after rewriting Sanskrit, this dragon horn will be abolished, and the other party will definitely not be willing. ”

The White Bone Spirit pursed his lips and asked softly, "Who is this descendant?"

"His name is Kang Jinlong, and he is a famous disciple of the sect, one of the twenty-eight constellations in the world. Yan Jun said word by word.

The white bone spirit's eyes moved slightly, but the expression on his face gradually soothed, and even a smile appeared: "It turned out to be him, sect interception disciple!"

"You look like you're breathing a sigh of relief. Yan Jun said: "Don't think that he is the enemy camp, you can do whatever you want." Now the entire sect, from the sect leader and saint to the ordinary disciples, hate you to the core.

Most of the previous feuds have been settled, and now they are waiting for an opportunity to take revenge on you. From point to surface, once this kind of battle starts, it will be out of control!"

After listening to her story, the white bone spirit raised his eyes and looked at the fiery sky: "I understand the truth, but do I have any other choice?"

Yan Jun's words were sluggish, and he paused for a long time: "I can't help you with the task of seizing the horn of the divine dragon. After all, my identity is meant to make me unable to represent myself alone!"