"Let my grandson out!!"

"Ahh

At the foot of Huaguo Mountain, in an endless dark cage, Sun Wukong's whole body was burned with fierce flames, wielding a golden hoop stick to sweep the world!

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

A series of loud noises were deafening, but they didn't cause the slightest damage to the cage of Five Finger Mountain!

Even if Wukong activated part of the Twelve Rank World-Destroying Black Lotus's aura, the shackles of his own cultivation were not broken, but became stronger!

Originally, if he had been able to cultivate his body and temperament according to Qin Xuan's guidance, sooner or later he would have the opportunity to truly refine the power of the Twelve Rank World Destroying Black Lotus and the Heavenly Dao Origin, and at that time, it would not be impossible to step into the Heavenly Dao.

But the Heavenly Breath that Wukong inherited was too deep, and he had to go through the tribulation and torture to achieve the right result!

This is also the reason why Qin Xuan can obviously help him avoid many things, but he doesn't say anything.

The tribulation, not just the thunder and thunder falling, crackling and smashing so many times is enough, the human calamity, the love calamity, the world calamity, everywhere needs Wukong to go through the tempering, in order to completely wash away the suffering on his body!

Therefore, Wukong's cultivation path is far from being as simple as that of Nezha and Yang Jian's brothers and sisters, and just entering the battle world will not help at all.

But as long as it is properly controlled, it is impossible to enter the realm of heaven at the same time as Yang Jian's brothers and sisters and Nezha!

And the plan of the disciples of the Interception Sect is that Qin Xuan secretly guides them, pulling them to pave the way for Wukong, and all the plans are to calm the crisis from the heavens after a thousand years!

The flood wilderness needs its own strong people, whether it is the Heavenly Dao Realm or the Great Dao Realm!

As for Qin Xuan, if he is strong for the flood famine, although he can suppress it for a while, but the extreme thing will be opposed, the flood famine will not grow up without experiencing hardship, and in the face of the Hongmeng Realm powerhouse of the heavenly world, it is not something that can be fought against lightly by sticking to the defense.

Everything is a torture that must be experienced!

Whether it's Honghuang or Wukong!

Wukong brandished the golden hoop stick and tossed for several years, his strength and heart were almost exhausted, his anger gradually calmed down a little, and people slowly became numb.

He couldn't understand why he was obviously intercepting the sect and supporting him to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace, but in the end he had to be suppressed at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain!

Just after he fell silent, in the pitch-black infernal purgatory, Duobao Rulai appeared and looked meaningfully at the depressed Wukong.

"Wukong, do you know it's wrong?"

After many years, he suddenly heard a voice other than himself, and Goku's eyes gradually had a little bit of brilliance.

"Master Duobao, my grandson is right."

"It's the heavenly court that deducts the rain and dew in Huaguo Mountain, my brothers and my grandson have a grudge and want to return a fair Three Realms, what's wrong with this?"

Duobao Rulai smiled indifferently, and Shi walked towards Wukong.

"Your fault is not that you are making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, but that you are going in the wrong direction."

"What is fairness in the Three Realms?"

"Fairness is relative, a thousand years ago, I was a brother of twelve people who followed Di Jun's predecessors and led hundreds of millions of demon soldiers to kill the heavenly court, wanting to recapture the demon court and reshape the heavens and the earth!"

"At that time, I couldn't understand why Senior Rahu chose to help Haotian when we were about to win, so that those sanctimonious immortal families would continue to rule the Heavenly Court."

As soon as these words came out, Wukong slowly raised his head and looked at Duobao.

For a while, he felt that he was a little similar to Duobao, and an inexplicable sense of familiarity permeated his heart, obviously he had only seen Duobao a few times, but he always felt that he had known him for thousands of years, and he would feel at ease when he saw him.

Goku asked tentatively.

"Master Duobao, have you figured it out now?"

Duobao smiled indifferently and shook his head.

"No, but I guessed."

"Just like today, if you let the demons of Huaguo Mountain succeed in making trouble in the Heavenly Palace and drive those immortals out of power, who will be the Jade Emperor?"

"Is it you, or the Bull Demon King, or the Lion Camel King?"

"If you sit in the position of the Jade Emperor, you will definitely appoint your brother as an immortal, and the demon clan will be in charge of the world!"

"But now in the Three Realms, the human race is the foundation, and most of the demon clan has migrated to the East Sea Demon Realm, and they will not get any benefits from the Heavenly Court."

"At that time, will you be able to ask yourself fairly and justly to the human race who pray for good weather in the heavens?"

Wukong was stunned for a moment, but he was straightforward in his heart, and blurted out his thoughts directly.

"The human race lives or dies, what does it have to do with my demon clan?"

"Once the power is in hand, the order will be executed, and my grandson will naturally seek a well-being for the demon clan in the world!"

Duobao smiled and nodded.

"You're direct, don't hide it."

"But in this way, it is difficult to guarantee that after thousands of years, there will be no human race rising powerhouses to make trouble in the heavens and recapture the Three Realms from your hands!"

"Moreover, among the seniors and powerhouses who followed the Holy Venerable to leave and go to fight against the Chaos Rift, there are not only the predecessors of the demon race, but also the human race, the witch race, the beast race, and even the innate primordial spirit, the chaos demon god, but there are strong people of all races!"

"When they return, what will it be like to see their own people suffering?"

With Goku's head, although he is clever, he has not thought about it so much at all.

At this moment, I only feel that things seem to be much more complicated than I thought, and it is not something that can be solved by simply making trouble in the heavens and killing the Jade Emperor.

Goku hesitated for a moment, but he was still puffing up.

"Master Duobao, but my grandson is just a demon, why do you have to take care of the overall situation?"

"I will take revenge today, and he will take revenge tomorrow, won't it depend on whose fists to fight and kill?"

"If it is the human race or the Wu clan in the future, if there is a strong man rising, it is also fateful to kill my grandson, it is better than taking care of the overall situation now!"

Duobao shook his head slowly, but he didn't blame Goku.

"That's why you're being suppressed here!"

"In today's Three Realms, the Heavenly Court is nothing, and the Mantian Immortal Family is just a puppet of my sect, the human race and the demon race are parallel, and the distinction is clear!"

"Perhaps, there will be a little unsatisfactory in it, but on the whole, it is still the most suitable for the stable and powerful state of the flood wilderness!"

"In the next five hundred years, I will personally teach you to develop the power in your body and calm your anger, you have to learn hard!"

"Flood famine, I'm afraid it won't be long before there will be a catastrophe, this is the ...... my master entrusted me with a dream"

As soon as he thought of the existence of Shizun, the interception of the sect back then, Duobao couldn't help but moisten his eyes.

At that time, the hidden master entrusted his dream to give guidance, as if it was a little comfort in the hearts of the disciples of the sect, making them constantly speculate whether the master was not dead at all, but it made people wonder in their hearts, if the master was still alive, why didn't he show up to see these unsuccessful disciples?

Wukong seemed to feel Duobao's emotions and became a little docile.

"Yes, my grandson will listen to Master Duobao's teachings!"

"But what about five hundred years from now?"