Autumn messengers will always wear brown and yellow clothes, step on the refreshing autumn breeze, and walk wantonly on this large jungle field.

Everywhere the messenger passed, there were all fallen leaves, fruitful harvest scenes, bursts of fruity fragrance overflowing from the forest, making people salivate.

Drops of dew from the morning are quietly attached to the brown leaves, and when the sun shines, they reflect the brilliant colors.

The sudden thrust of the soles of the feet shattered the silence of the woods in an instant, bringing with it a fierce, ferocious, and unconcealable aura of murder.

The surging crowds followed, and the intention of killing was constantly presented on every cheek in the crowd, one after another, as if to herald the coming of a bloody struggle.

"Do your best to find out this guy Sun Wukong for me, hmph, don't think that everything will be fine if you hide, the anger of the boss of the Yan family is not so easy to quell."

The "Angry Lion's" eyes scanned the large forest in front of him viciously, and then a violent wave of aura quickly condensed into a void mist layer between his palms.

The layer of virtual mist touched the thick trunk beside him, and between the lightning and flint, a burst of explosion mixed with the roar of a furious lion erupted from the trunk.

The messy splinters of wood were the final end to the thick trunk, and the scorching fiery red aura flickered at its roots like an invisible flame.

"The meaning of the angry lion has not yet been fully grasped by me, if the true power of the angry lion is unleashed, this tree will surely wither from root to leaf in an instant." Gu Yuanjie said in a low voice.

The true intention of the angry lion is to completely shatter the enemy's internal organs through violent shocks without leaving the slightest scar on his body, which is an extremely dangerous and cunning method of refining qi.

Although Gu Yuanjie's angry lion had not yet formed, it was enough to frighten all the monks below the Silver Order, so that everyone at this moment hurriedly followed his previous instructions and rushed into the forest.

Sun Wukong, who is known to be invincible, naturally does not joke with his life, and at this time, it seems that he can only use temporary escape to exchange for his short-term stability.

On the day of the slaughter feast, all passages to the safe area will be completely blocked, and if you want to avoid the pursuit of Gu Yuanjie and others, there is only one way to enter the hunting mountain range.

Running through this fruity woods, Sun Wukong's inky black eyes are constantly circling around, as if he is looking for an excellent hiding place.

Although this hunting mountain range has continued since ancient times, the flowers and trees that grow inside it are like an invisible channel, connecting the ancient and the modern in the underworld.

Although the woods of Nuoda mingled with this overflowing fruity aroma, hidden within this aroma was a strong fishy smell, which seemed to originate from a decomposing corpse.

"Hunting the mountains, it's dangerous, I need to be careful." With the fluctuation of inner emotions layer by layer, Sun Wukong's footsteps moved gently on the withered yellow grass.

Driven by curiosity, at this moment, Sun Wukong was led to the source of the fishy smell, pushing aside the slightly sparse bushes, and then a picture that shocked Sun Wukong emerged.

Countless dark green corpse flies are flying on their own, their small wings vibrating with a slight light-loving nature, and gradually approaching a halo suspended in the void.

When it came into contact with the halo, a piercing crackling sound suddenly emerged from the surface of the halo, completely bombarding the weak body of the corpse fly into an inconspicuous pool of black ash.

The pale blue root-like texture was like a ghost, appearing with the explosion, and in an instant, it turned into nothingness again, as if everything before was just illusory.

Although this texture was only a flash in the pan, Sun Wukong felt an unprecedented fluctuation of spiritual power from it, and its purity seemed to have far exceeded the limit delineated by today's spiritual energy.

The milky glow seemed to be a special act of refuge, and the blue veins hidden within it should be the point of this wonderful thing.

Pick up a black stone from the ground, aim it and throw it, and when the stone touches the halo, the hard rock turns into nothingness in an instant.

"With such the power of destroying stones, the degree of violence can be imagined." When Sun Wukong was talking, he had already begun to search in his mind, as if to find the origin of this thing.

And at this moment, two piercing screams that resounded through the sky pierced through the clouds like sharp blades, and then completely poured into Sun Wukong's ears, shocking his heart.

Two luanwus, one black and one white, came out with the sound, flapping their wings from the top of the steep mountain, using their bodies as brushes, outlining a wonderful picture of yin and yang between the void.

And the shrewd eyes were always watching the halo suspended in mid-air, and the anticipation and longing that flowed from their eyes seemed to be able to connect the nine heavens.

The sudden stretching of the wings created a force of recoil, allowing it to hover smoothly around the halo, and the sharp beak like a sword's edge gently touched the halo at this moment.

The other party's behavior seemed to be a simple temptation, but it was more like an alternative teasing: "These two guys are really bold, and they don't care about the power of this halo." ”

While talking, Sun Wukong took the opportunity to cast his gaze on the backs of the two Luan Wu, but saw that there was a round pattern full of demonic aura on their backs.

The thing that makes up this pattern is the root feather that grows on the back of the luan black, and the strange pale blue color sprouts from the root of the long feather, and gradually spreads to the whole feather.

The long feathers are intertwined with each other, and the colors are intertwined with each other, and finally form this strange pattern, and under careful observation, Sun Wukong can even feel the violent aura fluctuations from it.

"Heavenly Thunder Luanwu, has always loved the power of thunder and lightning, and the Tibetan Leiwen on the back is a wonderful formation that has been handed down since ancient times.

The picture of the vision captured the eighty-one knots in Sun Wukong's body, and a line of golden text appeared in his mind.

"Heavenly Thunder Luanwu? If it is really as Lianxin Lock said, then isn't this white halo the immortal thunder that I have longed for for a long time? The excited look has completely covered Sun Wukong's cheeks.

The pain of valve obstruction has plagued Sun Wukong for several days and nights, and only the fairy thunder can skillfully resolve it, but the hiding place of the fairy thunder can not be easily found?

Today, when he bravely entered the hunting mountain range, he encountered a rare fairy thunder by chance, how could this not make him excited? After all, this immortal thunder will be directly related to his future!

But although the fairy thunder has retreated from the rage in its body, its strong aura strength is still strong, if you want to subdue it, can Sun Wukong do it alone?