Although the golden hoop rod is not good-looking now, it is not like you to give it away! Even if you want to give it to me!

The salted fish stomped his feet in pain.

Sikong looked at the golden hoop stick in front of him in a stunned state! As the eighth general of Dinghai, how could he not recognize the golden hoop stick? Emperor Yu took it with him back then, and it took 3,252 years to set the turbid sea with the eight generals of Dinghai!

I have fought side by side with it for so long! How could I not recognize it! It's just that Sikong Ao didn't believe that the tattered iron rod in front of him was the unparalleled golden hoop stick in the world back then! I couldn't believe that what I had been searching for for thousands of years had actually turned into a broken copper and iron! If even it had become like this as a holy weapon, then Wukong ......

Sikong Ao stretched out his trembling right hand and wanted to hold the golden hoop stick in his hand, but when he was about to touch it, he withdrew his hand.

"I can't imagine that the power is unparalleled, and the gorgeous appearance of the Dinghai Divine Needle has become like this, which is really ridiculous," Sikong Ao said with a slightly crazy smile.

"Hmph, how can a person like you who only looks at the surface and can't see the essence clearly understand the power and magnificence of the golden hoop stick! It is precisely in this way that my master can be sanctified, but you cannot be holy!"

"Master, the master you are talking about is that monkey?!" Sikong Ao said incredulously.

"The monkey saint Monkey King is the family teacher!"

After listening to Yunxiao's words, Sikong Ao laughed insolently as if he had fallen into an evil spirit, "Hahaha...... Master? Hahaha, I can't believe that you would recognize a monkey who has been dead for 10,000 years as your master......!

But for some reason, Yunxiao couldn't see that he was laughing, as if he was crying.

"Long time no see, Uncle Sikong!" I don't know when Sun Wukong came out of the golden hoop stick and stood in front of Sikong Ao.

Sikong Ao, who was still smiling a second ago, was stunned like a ghost in the day, and kept muttering, "Are you still alive?! Because you are still alive......

"Master!"

"Brother Monkey!"

Sun Wukong glanced at Yunxiao and the two, saying that everything was handled by himself! Looking at the confident Sun Wukong, Yunxiao couldn't help but feel relieved.

But in the next second, Sun Wukong's honesty directly caused Yunxiao to fall from heaven to hell.

"Uncle Shi, I've died a long time ago, and now I'm just a wisp of remnants!"

Yunxiao also thought that it would be easy for his master to come out, and the master only needed to pretend that he was still alive to scare away Sikong Ao, after all, a saint and a golden immortal, normal people know how to choose, so it is better to directly confess to others the fact that he is just a remnant spirit!

The flame that had just ignited in Sikong Ao's eyes was extinguished again.

Unexpectedly, he still calls himself uncle, Sikong Ao looked at Sun Wukong in front of him with a complicated expression.

Sikong Ao said with a little bitterness, "You don't need to call me uncle, you are already a saint, and I am just a golden immortal pawn, not to mention that Emperor Yu and I are just the relationship between the emperor and the courtier!"

Without waiting for Sun Wukong to speak, Sikong Ao continued, "Besides, you also saw my ugly state just now! I am not qualified to be your uncle!"

Sun Wukong replied, "Master told me that the eight generals are the same as his own brothers, so no matter what you think, uncle, but in my heart you are my uncle, if I had known that you loved the golden hoop stick so much, I would have given it with both hands! But now I have passed it on to my disciples, so now the golden hoop stick cannot be given to my uncle, please forgive my uncle!"

After listening to Sun Wukong's words, Sikong Ao didn't make any statement, or he didn't know what he wanted to say, what he could say, and what he thought now.

Since the fall of the seven brothers and Sun Wukong, he went directly into the fire, until one day I don't know where I heard that there is a chance to become holy in the golden hoop stick, and there is a way to resurrect his brother and Sun Wukong, since then his life is only to find the golden hoop stick to live.

He has always thought that he gritted his teeth and persevered until now in order to get the golden hoop stick, he always thought that he had planned for ten thousand years to resurrect his brothers and sanctify them, and he had been able to clearly see his ambition for ten thousand years!

But after seeing Sun Wukong, he found that he had been deceiving himself.

"Uncle Shi, others don't know about the golden hoop stick, don't you know it?

Yes, others don't know, don't I know, although the golden hoop stick is unparalleled in power, it is just a top-level Taoist soldier after all, and there is no so-called chance of sanctification!

What am I really for? Am I really trying to resurrect my brothers, or is it to escape the reality that they are dead?

Sikong Ao looked at Sun Wukong with a dull gaze, but his thoughts flew back to twenty-six years ago, when Emperor Shun was innovating, there were already many places in the Pangu Continent that were free from the troubles of the Heavenly Demon War, and they were slowly cultivating and recuperating, and the Heavenly Demon Clan was unwilling to do so, so they released the two Demon Ancestors of Water and Fire as a killer weapon, and as soon as the two Demon Ancestors entered the Three Realms, they caused the Three Realms catastrophe and endangered the common people!

It was at that time that he was also born in a small village, and his parents hoped that he could become as arrogant and self-reliant as Emperor Shun, strong and unyielding, and a man who stood up to the sky, so he named himself proud, Sikong Ao!

The day after he was born, an old Taoist came to the door to ask for water to drink, his parents were kind-hearted, and gave some dry food in addition to water.

If you want to resolve it, you can only let him cultivate and follow his own cultivation, and the lives of cultivators are relatively hard, unlike ordinary people, who are easy to be overcome by the evil star.

The husband and wife were annoyed and angry, only when this old Tao was here to touch the mold, so they drove him out, although the apprentice failed, but the old Tao still put a book of cultivation at the door before leaving!

The father was discouraged and threw the secret book far away, and the mother didn't know why, and the ghost sent the god behind his father's back to secretly pick up the secret book home.

Time passed day by day, in a blink of an eye, Sikong Ao was twelve years old, at this time all the housework fell on him, his father was hit hard by the monster before three years of hunting in the mountains, and since then he has been paralyzed in bed, his mother has to earn his father's medical expenses, and he has to make up the money for him to go to the town to study in a private school, so in addition to farming, his mother also has to go to the town to find work, and his slim figure is also weighed down by the burden of life, whenever he says that he doesn't want to study, his mother will always be angry, Sikong Ao has always wondered why his mother insists on letting him study。

Until the winter of that year, the village was hit by a snowstorm, the harvest in the village was not good, and the town could not find work, and the father did not want to drag down his mother and himself, so he committed suicide.

Sikong Ao asked the old doctor in the village to come and see, but the old doctor shook his head and said that he could only treat physical injuries, and he couldn't cure this heart.

Sikong Ao didn't know what heart death was, he just wanted his mother to get better quickly, so he ran into the mountains to collect medicine and hunt alone in the cold winter, just wanting to use these mountain delicacies and game to condition his mother's body.

But God didn't fulfill people's wishes, and my mother finally didn't survive that winter and left before the early spring.

Before he died, his mother told him that there was a secret book of immortals under the pickle jar in the cellar at home, and the reason why he worked so hard to read was to let him read and understand this exercise, and his mother also told him that when he was born, there was an old Taoist immortal in the family, and the immortal said that he would kill everyone around him if he committed a lonely life, and finally a lonely person for the rest of his life.

The mother lay on the bed and touched Sikong Ao's face with her left hand and said, "The old Taoist said that you can only resolve it if you follow him to cultivate, but your mother is pregnant in October, how can your mother be willing to give you to a stranger in your life, even if you are really a lonely prisoner, so what? With me and your father by your side, then you will not be lonely! But now your father and I can no longer accompany you, so from now on you must live well, take good care of yourself, eat well, and do more good deeds after cultivation...... ”

Before her mother could finish explaining, her hand slipped off Sikong Ao's face weakly.

In the end, Sikong Ao buried his mother and father together.

He finally knew why his family and friends didn't interact with his family anymore, and even his father's funeral came and went in a hurry!

Everything is just because he is lonely, and he will bring misfortune to the people around him, so after burying his mother, Sikong Ao gave the things that could not be taken away at home to the villagers, and left the village alone with the secret book and his parents' spirit card.

Sikong Ao was alone while wandering while cultivating, drinking stream dew when he was thirsty, hunting and picking wild fruits when he was hungry, I don't know if it was his parents who blessed him in the spirit of heaven, or if he was extremely talented, he looked at the secret book and cultivated, since he had cultivated to the late stage of the mortal realm in just four years.

Even so, Sikong Ao couldn't find the reason and meaning of living at all, and living was simply because his mother told him to live well before she died, and he wanted to cut himself off countless times, but whenever this time, the spirit card in his arms would emit a trace of warmth, as if his parents were still with him.

He thought that he would live like this in the mountains and old forests all his life, when a person unexpectedly broke into his life and changed his life.

That day, he was still sitting alone on a big tree to cultivate, and suddenly he felt someone running towards him, his pace was rapid and his breath was messy, and after a while, two women in sky blue Luo skirts appeared in his line of sight, and they were followed by a group of cunning cats.

The cat is a kind of group demon beast in the spirit realm, although the strength of the single body is not strong, but it is better in number, and the character is extremely cruel and cunning, even for this kind of prey that has no power to fight back, they will slowly drive away and chase after it, until the other party is exhausted and falls to the ground, and bite it to death in a hurry.

He has seen too much in the past four years in this kind of scene of the human race being chased and killed by demon beasts, and at the beginning he remembered his mother's words and did more good deeds.

But then he found out that even if he rescued those people, he still found their corpses after a short time, as if anyone who had a relationship with him had to die, even if the other party was a cultivator.

Sikong Ao began to despair, he couldn't figure out why, his mother clearly said that as long as he cultivated, he could resolve it, but why did the person he saved still die in front of him in the end.

Then he began not to save him, maybe he didn't have anything to do with them, their chances of survival might be greater, since then Sikong Ao has never communicated with anyone again, as long as there are people he will retreat.

He sees himself as a hoodoo and seals himself in the middle of this deserted mountain.

Sikong Ao got up and prepared to leave, but the screams of the two women after they fell to the ground made him stop his pace, now all the races in the world are still fighting with the heavenly demons, almost no one will enter the barren mountains and old forests like Huqi Mountain, even if there are some hunters or cultivators with a little strength, go to Huqi Mountain to hunt or collect medicine, but these two women are real mortals who have no power to restrain chickens, do they really have that glimmer of life after they leave?

Sikong Ao hesitated.