The moment Hanhai Dark Golden Hu was carried by Sun Wukong, he had already borne a heavy responsibility, and what was mixed in this responsibility was the ordinary joys and sorrows in the world.

Cultivation is certainly a must-do for monks, but battle is the only criterion for testing the results of cultivation, sometimes the level of cultivation does not determine everything, only victory and defeat can distinguish the strong.

The water of the bucket can never truly reflect the vastness of the sea, and it is important not to evaluate a person's future with a shallow eye, let alone a monk with heavy responsibilities and beliefs!

Pain can be heart-wrenching, but don't forget that sometimes pain can arouse the fighting spirit of human beings to the greatest extent, making them burst out with the terrifying strength of crazy beasts.

Now, Sun Wukong's eyes have been completely filled with wanton anger, and it seems that only with the help of the blood of these people in the demon world can this flame with the power of burning the prairie be completely extinguished.

Unloading is not giving up, but an alternative release, the long-term negative pressure forward makes Sun Wukong deeply feel the bitterness of cultivation, but the sweetness behind the bitterness will make him smile.

Loosening the brown and yellow strap in his hand, a loud sound like a landslide erupted from the ground, and the cracked spider web texture seemed to deliberately meet the deafening sound at this moment.

The dust and sand on the surface of the earth now flew up between the violent shocks, turning into dust and haze, enveloping the dark golden gourd of the vast Hanhai in it, concealing its heavy destructive power and releasing the incomprehensible mystery.

"This, this gourd is so heavy? Terrifying, right? This kid has been carrying this thing on his back and fighting with us before, but it is only slightly inferior, if there is no suppression of this thing, wouldn't it be~" The demon was shocked.

The third child has long been immersed in a coma because of the tune of the demon world, and it seems that everything in the battlefield is no longer related to him in the slightest, and his change has also provided convenience for Sun Wukong.

Retreating from the burden, changing the yang into the yin, and dealing with the battle in front of him with a new attitude, Sun Wukong has the belief that he will win, because he knows very well that these guys in front of him will definitely not be able to survive under his own anger.

"Today I will give you a taste of how painful it is to despise others." Slightly moved the muscles and bones that had been silent for a long time, and the sound of friction between the bones seemed to express something.

"Stinky boy? Even though you've lifted your loads, you want to fight with us? And it's still in the Nameless Ghost Domain? No kidding? The demon was not affected by the angry words that came out of Sun Wukong's mouth.

"Oh? Jokes? If you think so, then I'll let you try the charm of the joke. The words stopped here, but the soles of Sun Wukong's feet lightly touched the ground, and his body suddenly turned into a streamer dart and shot out.

When the speed is exerted to the extreme, it can leave an afterimage between the voids, although Sun Wukong has not yet reached the state of afterimage, but just a streamer is enough to leave a strong mark in the hearts of these demons.

After all, a monk with a mid-star soul can display such strength, which is already strong, and the aura condensed from Sun Wukong's palms next is even more shocking to the people in the demon world: "This kid is actually ~"

"How can he control the demonic energy? He's supposed to be a human monk, right, what's going on? When the doubts were still in the other party's mind, Sun Wukong's attacks had followed.

The demonic energy condensed in Sun Wukong's palm has been multiplied under the blessing of the nameless ghost realm atmosphere, and the moment the demonic qi touches the opponent's body, a strange burst of power is derived from the demon's body.

The power of the explosion intertwined with each other and poured into the demon's bloodline, causing it to turn into a pool of demonic black qi in just a few seconds, and gradually merge into the strange dark atmosphere around it.

The lack of power to fight back made the people of the Demon Realm feel the difference, and the speed of speed has far exceeded the scope of their comprehension, and it seems that only through death can they deeply feel the true meaning of lightning speed.

"How dare a demon with no physical body be so rampant?" Relieved of the burden, Sun Wukong can easily reach the side of the demon with a simple movement of his feet, and quietly inflict the attack.

The ensuing burst seemed to be the best interpretation of the powerful power of the demonic qi in Sun Wukong's palm, and the pain mixed in the burst made the corners of the eyes of the people in the demon world show tears of remorse for the first time.

They didn't expect that a seemingly weak guy could exert such terrifying destructive power in an instant, and he could also control the demonic energy, all kinds of signs showed that the other party was not an ordinary person at all.

But everything they saw was forever silent in this strange nameless ghost realm because of the word death, so that this memory turned into deep pain, and forever accompanied the people in the demon world who turned into black gas.

As for the evil creatures that hid in the darkness and took in the battle as much as they could, they were now reduced to countless flying ashes under the bombardment of the thunder sticks, and merged into the bitter cold wind to follow in the footsteps of the former.

Although the process of the battle is short, it is a new experience for Sun Wukong: "The Black Blood Palace is indeed strong, but it cannot be used for a long time, after all, its special will cause too many unnecessary incidents for me. ”

As the words gradually fell, the black aura condensed in Sun Wukong's palm slowly receded, and the weak state once again covered Sun Wukong's body: "I must leave here as soon as possible now and replenish the aura." ”

The loss of spiritual energy in the White Blood Palace must be filled in the shortest possible time, otherwise, the Tai Chi blood flowing in his veins will gradually begin to lose its vitality, and it will directly affect his safety.

Carrying the Hanhai Dark Golden Hulu on his back again, Sun Wukong lifted the third child who fell into a coma beside him, walked towards the dark in the distance with a slightly sluggish pace, and finally disappeared into the bushes.

And Sun Wukong didn't realize that in the darkness not far away, a brown-black bird had already seen everything in the previous battle, and at this moment, flapped its wings and swept away into the distance.

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The silver-white moonlight fell from the sky, covering Sun Wukong's body like a light veil, while hanging on the surface of his cheeks was a drop of sweat full of exhaustion.

The aura in the gas storage stone is of no value to Sun Wukong, and only with the help of the pure aura in the Hanhai Dark Golden Gourd can the loss in his white blood palace be filled.

Although the poison that was forced into Sun Wukong's bloodline by the boss did not endanger his life, it damaged Sun Wukong's bloodline, making it difficult to absorb it.

"It seems that I have to return to the Dark Fragrance Building as soon as possible and ask my seniors to think of a way, the damage to the bloodline cannot be delayed, otherwise, there will be unimaginable consequences." Sun Wukong whispered to himself worriedly.