"The golden cicada is still so direct." Guanyin stretched out his hand and touched the pill that had turned into a white horse, looked at it and said slowly, Tang Seng said.

"Master Guanyin." Jin Chanzi nodded, folded his hands and performed a Buddha salute, and the words contained the tone that a title should have.

There is no humility, no reverence, no flattery.

Guanyin nodded, as if she was used to it.

"Along the way, if you have any difficulties, you can come to me." Guanyin pursed her lips, and her voice was inaudible.

The golden cicada raised his chin, and the sunlight plated his thin and cool face with soft light and shadow, but it was still so distant, like a silhouette.

"Master Guanyin, I'm just in charge of the ferry." After Jin Cicada finished speaking, he got on the horse, his posture was straight, and his sentences were simple.

"Guanyin, then let's go first, don't worry, the master has my grandson along the way!" Sun Wukong smiled and said to Guanyin, and flew to Tang Seng with a wishful golden hoop stick and led the horse.

Guanyin looked at the back of the three masters and apprentices leaving, and understood the meaning of Jin Cicada's words.

I only care about crossing people, and if I have difficulties, I can cross it, and if I can't cross, I won't cross, and if I can't cross, I'll just die.

After all, you will bring me back to life for another life.

Guanyin sighed, thinking that if Rulai heard it, would he become a child again, and he was angry and wanted to kill people to calm his anger.

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In the West Sea, the deep blue waters are slowly surging, and they crash against the black reef and splash the waves.

Flocks of seagulls swirl and whirl, chirping once or twice from time to time.

The sky was blue and low, like night.

Nezha stepped on the Hot Wheels and stood above the center of the West Sea with a fire-tipped gun in his hand.

"You come out for me, Frost Heaven, you come out for me!" She screamed at the bottomless water.

The sea is calm and there are no echoes.

Nezha gritted his teeth, narrowed his eyes, raised his spear, and rushed straight to the sea.

The sharp-tipped spears were inserted into the sea, wave after wave, and then the two-person high wave hit straight over, with a sweet fish.

The blood spread from the place where the fire-tipped spear was inserted~, and Nezha's eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Third Prince Nezha, ...... are you?" The Dragon King of the West Sea floated up from the depths of the seabed with a long dragon tail and appeared in front of Nezha.

"I don't make trouble, I only look for people." Nezha held the fire-tipped spear with one hand, and looked at the Dragon King of the West Sea with resolute eyes.

"Whoever you are looking for, Xiao Wang will help you find it. Why make such a big move. "The Dragon King of the West Sea offers ~ a charming opening.

"Frost Days!" Nezha gritted his teeth and said.

He ...... Isn't he locked up in that wood? The Dragon King of the West Sea lowered his voice and whispered as if it were a secret that could not be known.

"I burned the woods, and he escaped." Nezha smelled the smell of blood around him, raised his head and stretched out his finger to the sea, and said decisively: "He is here!" ”

As she spoke, she added force to her hand and stabbed it hard again.

There was a lot of blood gushing out, and even the deep blue water couldn't dilute the red blood much.

"You...... Don't be angry, I'll help you find it, find it. The Dragon King of the West Sea spread his hands downward, trying to appease Nezha.

Nezha chuckled, carried a three-pointed gun, stepped on the Hot Wheels, and flew into the air.

Drops of blood were sliding down the muzzle of the gun and falling into the water.

She looked around and said, "Frost Heaven, I know you're here, I also know why you're hiding here, I tell you, you'd better come out, or I don't mind making trouble again." ”

"Don't ...... Don't......" The Dragon King of the West Sea heard this and stopped him repeatedly.

After so many years, the scene of Nezha's havoc in the East China Sea is still vivid, and he doesn't want his own sea area to be overturned by this little ancestor.

Nezha sneered and glared at the Dragon King of the West Sea.

The dragon king held back again and again, not daring to say another word.

"Shuangtian, do you say I start from the surface of the sea or from the bottom of the sea, which way do you think Yishui will like it more?"

"Frost Heaven, in fact, I know where you are, and I also know that the Dragon King doesn't know that you are here, but if I really make trouble in the sea, will I care so much?"

Nezha carried the fire-tipped gun, glanced at the heavy black clouds, and then looked at the sea.

"Nezha, you don't have to say it, I'm out." The young man who appeared not far from Nezha's feet was dressed in white and had blood on his arms.

It was the frosty day that escaped from the jungle, under the fire cover of the Nine Dragons.

He walked Nezha slowly, but when he was a few steps closer to Nezha, he immediately sped up, and he could barely see his figure.

I saw a sharp-edged ice blade, between Nezha's eyebrows, cold and bright.

The ice blade, as long as it is slightly advanced, can be inserted into Nezha's body and brain, killing Nezha.

But Nezha still laughed again, smiling disapplausively.

Before the dense black clouds, the howling dog wailed and looked at its master.

But his own master has no intention of making a move.

"Master, don't you want to be a big hero to rescue the third prince of Nezha?" The Howling Sky Dog asked Yang Jian.

Yang Jian sat on the head of the clouds, the black silk scattered on his shoulders was raised by the wind, and he said: "Nezha's close kung fu is too weak, if she can't even handle the frost now, she will have a hard time fighting in the future." ”

"Master, what you said makes sense, but I don't understand." The Roaring Sky Dog poked the back of Yang Jian's head and continued to play with his master's crown.

"If you don't understand, just sit honestly." Yang Jian raised a slap and slapped the head of the Howling Sky Dog, beating the Roaring Sky Dog to the ground.

"Erlang Zhenjun." Hearing someone calling his master, the howling dog immediately jumped up from the ground to protect his master.

"Eh, Taishang Laojun." The Howling Dog spoke in a frustrated tone, feeling that he had lost another chance to save the world.

"You're here?" Yang Jian turned his head and asked.

"Yes." Taishang Laojun nodded, patted the purple bamboo fan in his hand on the arm of his right hand, and then unfolded the purple bamboo fan with one hand.

Yang Jian nodded, and Taishang Laojun flicked a chestnut on the forehead of the Roaring Sky Dog, and left satisfied.

"Master, what do you mean, Lao Jun?" The Howling Dog asked puzzled.

"Do you still want to save the world?"

The head of the roaring dog is like a mash.

"Then shut up, I'll give you a chance later."

"Master......" The Roaring Sky Dog stared at Yang Jian with burning eyes.

"Okay." Yang Jian finished saying what Taishang Laojun meant, shook his hands, and continued to look at the people on the sea.

On the sea, Nezha stared at the frosty sky, hooked the corners of his lips defiantly, and greeted the ice blade.

Shuangtian never expected Nezha to be so ruthless to himself, and his hands were stunned.

The temperature on his neck was cold, and Shuangtian lowered his head and found that the Qiankun Circle was pressing against his throat, and his body was also bound by Chaotian Aya.

"You can't kill me." Nezha said, his forehead pressed down the ice blade, and the Qiankun circle in his hand pressed down the trachea of Shuangtian.

Little by little, the blades dissolved, leaving only the thin handle still in Frost Sky's hands.

Nezha's eyebrows were a little blood-red.

Nezha's hands grabbed the two sections of Chaotian Aya, increasing the force in his hands.

The frost was dying, and it was difficult to breathe.

The Dragon King of the West Sea trembled and couldn't say a word.

came, the corners of Nezha's lips flattened, and the strength of his hands loosened.

In an instant, countless heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals came from the sky and surrounded Nezha.

Nezha hooked the corners of his lips again, sneered, and let go of Frost Sky.

She took the Chaotian Aya, stretched out her thumb and pointed at the frost sky, looked at the divine guard led by the leader and said, "What, did the Jade Emperor ask you to save him?" ”

"Third Prince Nezha, the Jade Emperor received a complaint from the Dragon King, saying that you want to make a big fuss in the West Sea."

"Oh......?" Nezha raised his eyes and glanced at the Dragon King of the West Sea, without any anger in his eyes.

The Dragon King of the West Sea shook his head again and again, he really didn't go to sue for this.

"However, I haven't made trouble yet, and you're a little early." Nezha's tone was sarcastic.

"If it is Xiao Wang's complaint, Xiao Wang will withdraw it, withdraw it." The Dragon King of the West Sea saw that the situation was not good, so he had to excuse himself like this, hoping that Nezha would not embarrass himself and the West Sea.

"Well, he said that he withdrew, and I didn't make trouble, so I have nothing to do with you." After Nezha finished speaking, he shook his head with a little regret at the divine soldiers, stepped on the hot wheels, and flew to the clouds.

Leaving behind a pile of divine soldiers, looking at each other.

She flew down next to Yang Jian, raised her hand and wiped the blood from her forehead.

"Second brother." Nezha sat beside Yang Jian, looking at the sea with dark eyes, and the divine soldiers led by him supported Shuangtian.

"Seemingly, we guessed correctly. And Taishang Laojun has just come. Yang Jian looked at his third brother and told her the news that he had just arrived.

"How?" Nezha's heart clenched violently.

"We have succeeded in holding back the attention of the Jade Emperor." Yang Jian lowered his head, his tone was stern, his hands were clasped together, and his thumbs were swirling with each other.

"Yes." Nezha's eyes were firm, waiting for Yang Jian to continue.

"The Journey to the West team has been successfully assembled!" The Roaring Sky Dog poked his head out from behind Yang Jian, hugged Yang Jian's neck and looked at Nezha and said, "As the No. 1 team in the Heavenly Realm, we have successfully completed the mission and saved the world. ”

Yang Jian raised his hand and slapped him again.

Nezha glanced at the roaring dog with pity, and sure enough, his second brother's adjustment to his own pet ~ is the way to teach.

If there's anything, just a slap in the face.

If a slap doesn't solve the problem,

Just a few more slaps.

Nezha shook his head and said to Yang Jian: "Second brother, in other words, you plan to do the same in the future~ Teach your family canopy?" ”

"Canopy?" Yang Jian tilted his head slightly and said, "He doesn't need me to get started." ”

"Huh?"

"He's all looking for fights on his own, and if I'm in a bad mood, he'll be miserable."

"What if you're in a good mood, second brother?"

"Then eat him."

Fortunately, he is now in the Journey to the West, Nezha thought secretly in his heart.