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Wei Wuji thought about it and told the demon monkey that it could be called Monkey King, or the Monkey King, or Sun Wukong. He told the other party without any dim that the name was from the past world, a name in myths and legends. Not only majestic, but also loud, you can borrow it.

"Okay, I'll be called the Monkey King now, and I'll be called Monkey King in the future!" The demon monkey got the name, thanked Wei Wuji, and left happily.

Wei Wuji was alone and continued his journey.

This time I entered a desolate realm, and walked for ten days and ten nights, but I didn't see any spiritual things, not even a single grass.

Just as Wei Wuji was about to leave, he saw a dilapidated building ship parked on a desert.

"The three-headed bear monster's boat actually stopped in this realm?" Wei Wuji remembered the experience of encountering the building boat in the first place, swept over, and stood on top of the building boat.

Divine consciousness swept over, and there were no spiritual objects in it, and Wei Wuji walked towards the cabin below.

At the end of the cabin, the three bear monsters had already died, turning into a pile of white bones. Wei Wuji saw that there was a Yuan Dan among the white bones, so he stretched out his hand and took it. A little bear in Yuan Dan, with a cute appearance, thinking about the ferocity of the three bear monsters, it is difficult to associate with this little bear.

At the beginning, Wei Wuji didn't have the strength to understand everything around him, but now he scanned the surroundings and got the truth.

The strength of the three bear monsters is between the small saint and the great saint. Because he is a powerful demon saint, he has been treated specially, and the suppression is more powerful. The building ship is a prison for suppressing the bear monster, and it relies on absorbing the power of the bear monster to ensure the integrity of the hull.

In order to survive, the bear monster devoured the Yuan Dan of the companions on both sides. So last time Wei Wuji entered the building ship, he didn't find Yuan Dan. Now that the bear monster has died, the building ship has lost its support and has fallen on this desert, no different from the rotten ship.

After knowing the truth, Wei Wuji took the bear monster's Yuan Dan and left, and a few days later, he left the realm and headed for the distance of the starry sky of the universe.

After going through countless realms, Wei Wuji's strength slowly improved in his perception.

Finally, one day, he crossed the starry sky and entered a realm. In a tea shop in a city, I found an old storyteller.

"Senpai, I've finally found you. Wei Wuji bowed his hand and said.

"You're tired of such a long journey, aren't you?" the storyteller smiled, beckoned him to sit down, and slowly drank tea and rested.

"I've been walking for almost five hundred years, this road is really far away, I don't know what the predecessors sent?"

Wei Wuji sat next to him with a smile, secretly observing the old man's strength. However, he was very disappointed, with his realm of a little saint, he still didn't see the depth of the old man, and the surprise in his heart can be imagined.

"The old man asked you to come because I wanted you to see along the way, and at the same time do me a favor. The storyteller said to Wei Wuji.

"The seniors have helped me so many times, and the juniors dare to disobey my fate? But with the strength of the seniors, what I can't do, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the juniors to do it. Wei Wuji replied with a smile.

"You have a soul stone protector, and now you have evolved a world, and you won't lose to the other party. The old storyteller laughed.

"Senior, you also know this, I don't know what the soul stone is?"

Wei Wuji smiled bitterly in his heart, the other party found out everything about himself, and he also owed himself a lot of favors. It seems that the strength of the people to deal with is not ordinarily strong.

The old storyteller told Wei Wuji that the soul stone was his black stone.

After the collapse of the other world, all the living souls gathered together to form a black stone. Because it is a stone that is derived from the soul, the black stone has spirituality and will actively choose the person to be attached to. He has been chasing this soul stone, but he didn't expect it to be obtained by Wei Wuji, and now it has evolved into the world.

"For the formation of a world, there must be a large number of divine consciousness, minds, and souls before life can be derived. It is precisely because of the dissolution of soul stones in your world that so many life forms and then forms the most important power of incense. ”

The old storyteller said, "I used to make a bet with the other party and lost an important thing. You don't need to beat the other party, as long as you find a way to beat the other party by one and a half moves, even if you do the old man a great favor. The other party is not a vicious person, although there is danger, but there is no danger to life. ”

"What the senior said is true, and who is the other party?" Wei Wuji asked.

"No jokes, no lies, otherwise you can turn around and leave, and don't help the old man. The other party is a saint, and everyone calls him a rich saint. The old man nodded.

"Rich saint, how can there be such a strange name?"

Wei Wuji's face showed a look of surprise, he had seen the name of a saint a lot, and in the name of wealth and nobility, this was too awkward! It sounded like it was out of place with cultivation.

"This person enters the Tao with wealth, gathers the wealth of all realms, and has a great power of luck. All things can enter the Tao, and the power of money is the desire of the people, with great luck. Only the power of your incense can match it. The old man replied.

"Dare to ask what the seniors are called?" Wei Wuji asked.

"Name or something...... The old man forgot. I used to be famous, but that's all in the past, so don't mention it. You just call me a storyteller, hehe......" the old man laughed.

Wei Wuji smiled and nodded, knowing that this matter was not so simple, although there was no danger of life, but it was also difficult for thousands of rivers and mountains, peeling skin and cramps. However, the storyteller helped him too much, although it was intentional, but in the end it helped him through a lot of difficulties. A gentleman has something to do and something not to do, and he is a man who is unscrupulous, even if he knows the difficulties in his heart, he will not refuse.

They departed together, out of the city, into a desolate place in the wilderness.

The old storyteller's hand sounded the drum and the bamboo slip in the other hand also sounded twice. A passage suddenly separated between heaven and earth, and the storyteller stepped in. Wei Wuji followed and walked in.

Half a quarter later, Wei Wuji and the storyteller walked out of the passage and came to the realm of a secret realm.

"This is the ninth layer of the Celestial Sound Realm!"

Wei Wuji looked at the light on the left and the dark yin and yang void on the right, and felt the power of suppression on his body, and couldn't help but exclaim.

"The nearest passage is here, hehe......"

The old storyteller beat the drum, knock knock, the light and the darkness of yin and yang, parting to the left and right, revealing a path in the middle.

The storyteller and Wei Wuji walked towards the middle road, and in an instant, they passed through and came to another realm full of spiritual energy.

Wei Wuji entered the gourd fairyland, recovered his suppressed strength, and walked out.

"I'll send you here, the old man can't go to see him, you can go by yourself. The storyteller handed Wei Wuji a jade talisman and nodded with a smile.

"If the juniors win, can the seniors promise the juniors a thing? This matter is not an attack, it is very simple, and for the seniors, it is completely a gesture. Wei Wuji asked with a smile.

The old storyteller nodded, and drifted off into the distance.