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The ancient tree was vigorous, and although it was not particularly tall, its torso resembled the body of a dragon, and it was full of a sense of beauty of strength.

It was a purple sacred tree with seven purple petals, and purple light swirled around the sacred tree.

"Born here, buried here"!

The young man spoke, with grief, with nostalgia, with memories of the past, with an incomprehensible future.

He was dressed in a white gown and was very handsome, a handsome man, probably in his twenties.

"It's him..."

Seeing the young man, Yang Fan's heart was shaken.

This shocked him immensely, for he had seen this young man in a dream.

"Fighting the heavens and the earth, only I am the Monkey King!"

Those passionate words make people's hearts surge.

That's right, that young man is the supreme sage of the demon clan, the Monkey King.

He came to the Purple Mountain, came to the Purple Divine Tree, and looked at the Purple Divine Tree in a daze.

"It is rumored that the Zixia Fairy is a purple mountain and a purple light produces spirituality..."Yang Fan thought of a legend about the Zixia Fairy.

Fairy Zixia's life is also full of color, she is not a human, not a demon, not a demon, she is a purple light, and later became a purple glow.

She developed spirituality, so she was taken away by the Buddha, who gave her the creation, and she could not disobey the words of the Buddha.

The young Monkey King gave her love, and perhaps in her opinion, it was her fault that caused the slaughter of hundreds of millions of creatures of the demon race.

Or it can be said that Monkey King's sentence "We have nothing to do with each other from now on" broke her heart.

However, everything that happened was irreparable, she chose to cut herself, and since then she has forever turned into a purple glow, never dispersed by the Tianhe, as if waiting for the person she loves to see her again.

"I've brought you back," the young man muttered.

He crossed his knees under the purple sacred tree, and the purple divine tree brushed out patches of purple glow.

The purple glow swirled around the young man, like a joyful elf beating.

The young man sat here for seven days and seven nights, and then, the sound of war drums shook the earth outside the sky, and there were heavenly soldiers and generals who came to kill.

"I'm gone, it may be difficult to come back," the young man muttered softly, he rose into the sky, he had to fight for the sake of the demon clan.

The Purple Mountain disappeared, there is a supreme law here, which was constructed by the Monkey King back then.

The rotation of thousands of generations, time flows, and it cannot cover the aging brought about by the years.

The purple mountain has changed, and the purple sacred tree has also changed, and the purple sacred tree, which was originally flourishing, is now aging, and there are not many leaves, and there are no longer purple divine flowers.

In fact, being able to live for so many years, this purple divine tree is already extremely extraordinary, even if it looks like it is about to wither now, there is still divine power surging.

"Is this my chance?" Yang Fan looked at the purple divine tree that was almost withered, and he planned to go there and sit there.

The Monkey King sat here for seven days and seven nights, and maybe he would leave something behind.

Yang Fan walked towards the Purple Divine Tree, but a scene he didn't expect happened.

In the distance, golden light surged, and a figure descended.

It was a thin old man, he had come here, and the years could not erase his longing for this place.

"Saint"! Yang Fan exclaimed, recognizing the person.

It's Monkey King.

Did he come here after he got out of trouble?

At the beginning, the Monkey King that Yang Fan saw was the main body, a golden holy ape, but after getting out of trouble, he turned into a human form.

As he saw before, he was aging.

Compared to the first time he came here, he was too old to look good.

"The years..."

He opened his mouth, only two words, but how much bitterness these two words contained.

Five million years of repression have not erased the thoughts of her.

He is really old, his back is no longer straight, his body is thin and thin, and he is no longer as handsome as he was when he was younger.

But he is still the same as he was at the beginning, the Monkey King who fought the heavens and the earth.

He sat cross-legged under the withered ancient tree, which seemed to be like the Monkey King, and the years had slashed them.

"Life is limited" Seven days later, he opened his eyes and stood up from the ground, an unimaginably terrifying aura emanating from him.

The breath seemed to shatter heaven and earth.

It's shocking and moving.

"Something, you have to do it after all," he said, with a terrifying glint in his eyes.

"I'm gone, this time, I really can't come back," he muttered, revealing endless sadness.

The last time he said, "I'm gone, maybe it's hard to come back."

It took five million years to come here again.

Time flies.

Five million years may not be a big deal in history.

But for a monk, even if he is as powerful as Monkey King, five million years is long enough.

Five million years is enough to behead him.

Monkey King left here, and with a hint of tragedy, he recited the battle song.

"Eighty thousand years across the world, life and death are only in the line, let the world go, the Monkey King is more than the sky, I want to throw my head and spill blood, I want to dye the sky with demon blood, who knows the changeable future? Immortality is a dream after all, and finally leave a handful of soil in vain, for the immortality of this world, and then do the last effort, the depths of the universe are infinite, stepping into the road of leisurely and unrepentant, I am willing to fight the way of heaven with my life, only seek true peace in the world, the mountains and rivers of Kyushu are still there, but the homeland has disappeared forever, look back and don't forget the ancients, how many heroes hide their names...".

The Monkey King left, and the song seemed to still echo in this heaven and earth, for a long time.

Yang Fan was silent, and Monkey King went to do a big thing.

Just like the Hundred Saints of the Human Race, he has no hesitation to go deep into the deepest part of the starry sky of the universe to do a great thing.

Yang Fan's level is too low, he can't touch those things, and he is not qualified to touch them.

"How much good has it been.................. The separation of lovers, the separation of relatives, and the estrangement of friends are all things that make me feel heartache."

Yang Fan stepped forward and looked at the divine tree that was about to die.

"Does the birth of the Zixia Fairy have anything to do with you? Although you are a sacred tree and have a long lifespan, you can't resist the erosion of time, who can resist time in the long years?"

The ancient tree swayed out a purple light, enveloping Yang Fan, and seemed to resonate with Yang Fan.

Alas.

Yang Fan suddenly heard a sigh, as if it was from an ancient tree, as if he was feeling that this long time was about to come to an end.

"There is always an end to life!" Yang Fan also sighed.

However, in a limited life, do what you want to do, and in such a life, there will be no regrets.

"Is this my chance?" Yang Fan sat cross-legged under the ancient tree, like a Monkey King.

Here he realized the true meaning of the Tao.

Hazy and trance-like, Yang Fan felt that he was one with here.

Here, it is imprinted with the breath of Monkey King, imprinted with Monkey King's past feelings, and also imprinted with Monkey King's thoughts about Zixia Fairy.