Lin Qiye rode the somersault cloud, closely following the golden figure in the robe.

Robes, somersault clouds...... At the same time, in line with these two items, except for Sun Wukong after cultivating and defeating the Buddha, Lin Qiye couldn't think of anyone else.

Lin Qiye has not been very aware of Sun Wukong's condition, and now he has the opportunity to directly contact Sun Wukong himself a hundred years ago, which is naturally a good opportunity to understand the condition, he wants to see what happened to Sun Wukong back then.

It seemed to sense Lin Qiye's breath, and the figure that was flying far ahead with a somersault cloud suddenly hovered in the air.

He turned his head, and an ancient ape in a robe was frowning and staring at Lin Qiye, and a look of doubt flashed in his bright golden eyes.

Sure enough, it's Sun Wukong.

When Lin Qiye saw his true face, he was even more determined in his heart.

Compared with the Monkey King in the hospital, the Monkey King in front of him looks more sacred, without the looming demonic aura, and there is no sharp eyes, the golden monkey hair exudes a faint halo, and those eyes are like the lake in autumn, Gu Bo is not shocked.

He stood there like a true Buddha of Victory...... And not Monkey King.

"Who are you? Why somersault clouds? Dou Shengfo frowned and looked at Lin Qiye, and asked.

Lin Qiye was silent for a moment, and was about to say something, when Dou Shengfu Buddha then said, "You are also a disciple of the ancestor?" ”

Lin Qiye was stunned for a moment, and quickly reacted, nodding in response:

"Exactly."

Sun Wukong's master is the Bodhi Ancestor of the Three-Star Cave of the Oblique Moon, and his supernatural powers are basically taught by the Ancestor, and the somersault cloud is also among them.

In Sun Wukong's opinion, he can somersault clouds, except that he is a disciple of Bodhi Ancestor, there seems to be no other possibility.

Lin Qiye was worried that he didn't know how to explain his identity, and Sun Wukong took the initiative to throw out this answer, so he naturally had to come down.

Dou Shengfo nodded slightly, didn't ask anything more, his eyes looked back at the fog sweeping in the distance, his brows furrowed, and he rode away again.

Lin Qiye followed closely behind him.

The closer he got to the border, the more an indescribable sense of terror rose in Lin Qiye's heart, as if something was staring at him from the fog.

Lin Qiye looked at the inky black fog in the distance and fell into deep thought.

He had originally thought that the fog that invaded Great Xia a hundred years ago was no different from the fog he had seen, but now it seemed that this was not the case.

Before, he was still strange that the fog that came a hundred years ago in the legend can make the gods wither and everything disappear, but from his own personal experience of entering the fog several times, the lethality of the fog does not seem to be as terrifying as the legend.

Not to mention anything else, two years ago, the Egyptian gods took the capital of Great Xia and flew in the fog for so long, and they didn't see much of their divine power withering, and a human ceiling like Zhou Ping could also walk in the fog for a short time without any protective measures.

Now it seems that the fog of destruction that descended a hundred years ago and the fog that Lin Qiye had seen were not at the same level at all.

The fog that Lin Qiye had seen was grayish-white, and the fog of destruction that reappeared in front of him through the silhouette of time was as black as ink, even if he didn't enter the fog, he could feel the meaning of death emanating from it.

He had a hunch that if he entered the black fog in front of him, he was afraid that he would not survive even a minute.

As he and the Dou Victory Buddha approached the mist, there were more and more gods in Great Xia around them.

Lei Gong and the Electric Mother bombarded the mist with thunder for a long time, but they couldn't stop it, their faces were extremely ugly, they flew to the clone of the Queen Mother of the West standing high in the air, and saluted bitterly:

"Back to the mother, the subordinates are incompetent......"

"It's not your fault." The Queen Mother of the West spoke softly, "Go and rest." ”

Seeing the two of them retreat to the side dejectedly, a touch of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the Queen Mother of the West, and her afterglow swept around, and saw Lin Qiye coming in the clouds, and said to him:

"Lin Qiye, come to the side of the palace."

Lin Qiye was stunned at first when he heard the transmission of the Queen Mother of the West, and then quickly drove the somersault cloud and flew to the side of the Queen Mother of the West in the sky.

Lin Qiye raised his hand and saluted, looked around, and saw that the other Great Xia Gods were all concentrating on finding the weakness of the fog, and did not pay attention to it, so he lowered his voice and asked incomprehensibly:

"Mother, you are ......"

"Hongu knows what you want to ask." The Queen Mother of the West slowly closed her eyes, "The palace uses the Kunlun mirror to re-reflect this scene, which has its own intentions." ”

Lin Qiye pondered for a moment and asked tentatively, "Is it related to Kunlun Xunei, that continuous sword mountain?" ”

Queen Mother Xi raised her eyebrows, as if she didn't expect Lin Qiye to guess this, so she simply nodded and responded: "Yes, this palace has been casting swords for a hundred years, and building Kunlun Sword Ruins, now only this last step is missing...... This step is crucial. ”

"What does sword casting have to do with re-enacting history?" Lin Qiye was puzzled.

"Everything in the world has spirituality, and the sword is the head of all soldiers, and spirituality is even more so." The Queen Mother of the West said lightly, "The mortal world casts a sword, only casts its body, not its soul, only forges its soul with intention, makes it look at feelings, love and sword, and casts a sword to open the edge, in order to be spiritually channeled." ”

After listening to the words of the Queen Mother of the West, Lin Qiye seemed to understand.

Roughly speaking, it is not enough to only forge the sword body, but to infuse the sword with "meaning" and let the sword have "love", so that it can truly achieve spiritual enlightenment?

But...... How to pour "meaning" into the sword and make the sword "love"?

Just when Lin Qiye was pondering, the gods of Great Xia in front of the mist were already anxious.

Several divine shadows rushed out of the pitch-black mist, the divine power light around them was extremely dim, they were like birds with broken wings, staggered to the ground, possessed and coughed violently, every time they coughed, a large amount of black mist poured out of their bodies, and their faces were extremely haggard.

"Huanglong Zhenren, red sperm, afraid of leaving grandchildren!"

A fat-headed, big-eared monk wearing a monk's robe rushed to their side quickly, and a cloud of Buddha light poured into the bodies of the three of them from his palm, trying to force out the black mist in their bodies for them, but they couldn't shake them at all.

"Don't waste your efforts, canopy...... No, Altar Purifier. Huanglong Zhenren coughed twice and smiled palely, "After you have cultivated to the Positive Fruit, you are a little unaccustomed to being called so." ”

"Three Golden Immortals, what's the situation in the mist?"

“…… Bad. Huanglong Zhenren shook his head, "We just flew a few miles in the fog, and then we were attacked by seven or eight waves of strange monsters, their number is far more terrifying than we imagined, if we don't come back quickly, I am afraid that after the divine power is completely withered, we will be surrounded and killed by them." ”