The wind carriage has been running non-stop for nine days and nine nights.

The durability of these four-winged wind horses made Zhou Jiuhui feel extremely shocked, just drinking a little water, he had such great vitality, it was really jaw-dropping.

However, in the past nine days and nine nights, Sun Wukong has always been "resting" in the carriage, and the sound of sleeping will come almost every few hours.

As for Zhou Jiuhui, he focused all his energy on the comprehension of Ziyun Qi's formula.

Perhaps because of Zhou Jiuhui's toughness, in just nine days, he was actually able to use the Purple Cloud Banner shallowly to release a suppressive force that was not strong.

But this kind of suppressive power can limit the masters of the true martial realm to death.

If you are a cultivator in the realm of the true realm, as long as you release the true element, the restraining power will collapse in an instant.

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On this day, the four-winged wind horse was galloping, and Zhou Jiuhui was sitting on its back, staring at the surrounding mountains, his eyes were empty, and his divine sense did not know where to fly.

"Yue'er...... Good Yue'er, Xianggong misses you so much. Zhou Jiuhui muttered in his mouth, and a faint sadness appeared between his eyebrows.

Suddenly, the snoring from inside the carriage stopped abruptly, and Sun Wukong poked his head out and asked, "How many hours?"

Zhou Jiuhui snorted a little impatiently: "It's four...... Are you a person who sleeps more than seven hours a day, aren't you tired to death in your previous life?"

Sun Wukong asked Zhou Jiuhui to tell him the time he slept after he got up to judge the itinerary.

Sun Wukong said with a smile: "The 'Six Extremes Prison' in the Dead Sea is not so comfortable, these years, due to poor rest, so that the energy is lacking, and now it is not unusual." ”

"How long will it take to get there?"

These days, the windmill has passed through dozens of cities, to say the least, and traveled nearly 100,000 miles, but still has not seen the so-called 100,000 mountains.

Sun Wukong smiled indifferently and said, "Don't worry, it's almost there." ”

According to Sun Wukong, the "100,000 mountains" should be at the end of this valley.

The 100,000 Mountains are rumored to be the bad land of southern Xinjiang, and most of the mountains are intermediate, even high-level, ferocious and vicious demon beasts.

However, it is not these that are feared by all the monastic worlds, because in the midst of these endless mountains, there is a race of seclusion, the "Spirit Race".

The Spirit Race is rumored to have existed in the 100,000 Great Mountains in the primeval period, and has never set foot in the territory of Shenzhou, but it is also intolerant of any cultivator who has set foot in the 100,000 Great Mountains.

In this group of mountains, there are minerals for refining the best spiritual treasures, and there are immortal medicines that are rare in 10,000 years, but as long as they set foot here, they are all gambling at the cost of their lives.

But in order to prevent the spirit clan from going out of the mountain and the demon beasts from rioting, the righteous and famous moon worship sect is also located here, guarding the pass, which has a history of thousands of years.

"This spirit clan is a hidden evil sect, neither a demon nor a demon, but that spirit clan leads the spirit venerable, but it has unfathomable cultivation and strength. ”

"But like the Supreme and the Demon Lord, the Spirit Venerable also fell in the battle of the Lulu Mountain six hundred years ago, and these 100,000 mountains also became his burial place. ”

"In the past 10,000 years, although there have been no rumors of the spirit race harming people, this race does exist. ”

"Although the Lunatic Cult is guarding here now, it is also doing too much, if the Spirit Clan wants to break through the mountains and sweep the Eastern Wilderness Continent, how can the Lunatic Cult stop it?"

Sun Wukong was talking endlessly, as if there was nothing in the world that he didn't know.

Speaking of the Lunatic Cult, Zhou Jiuhui was stunned again, because he helped the little devil get rid of the pursuit of the Lunatic Cult, which caused the plan to seize the "Konjac Heavenly Spirit" to fail, it is estimated that he has become the culprit of this matter recently, if it is discovered by the Lunatic Cult, it will not be blown into slag.

The 100,000 mountains that stretched as far as the eye could see stood majestically, almost cutting off the entire Eastern Wilderness Continent and dividing one-fifth of the territory.

This place, which has been forgotten by all mortals, even the masters of the cultivation world dare not set foot easily, except for some scattered immortals and scattered demons who have cultivated deeply, come here to meditate in order to survive the heavenly tribulation.

Zhou Jiuhui frowned and asked, "If the 100,000 mountains are so terrifying, then if we go in, won't we die for a lifetime?"

At this time, Sun Wukong suddenly jumped on the horse's back from the carriage, pressed his hand on Zhou Jiuhui's left shoulder, and said indifferently: "There is actually another reason why I want to accompany you here. ”

"What is the reason?" Zhou Jiuhui wondered in his heart.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's palm glowed with a trace of black brilliance, which looked extremely fierce, and his face became gloomy and solemn.

"In fact, in the cave, I found that there is an extraordinary power in your body, but when I saw you this time, I found that the power in your body has been out of your control, and it may retaliate and devour your body and soul at any time. In other words, you're dying. ”

Zhou Jiuhui snorted coldly and said, "It turns out that you already know everything." ”

Sun Wukong said indifferently: "The magic of 'Stealing Heavenly Hand', if you don't have it, you will never know it." In fact, the moment I touched your body, I already knew everything about you. At that time, I guessed that you went to the 'Gang Lu Mountain' to stop the backlash of that force. ”

"Not bad. Zhou Jiuhui's eyes narrowed, and he said in a deep voice: "'Lushan Mountain' has everything I want to know, this trip, I have to go, if you are afraid, you can leave, I will never force you." ”

Sun Wukong waved his hand, indifferently: "If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have been escorted to the Moon Heavenly Palace, and besides, everyone is now brothers, how can I not help you?"

Zhou Jiuhui snorted coldly, no longer spoke, but looked up, and saw that at the end of the valley, a series of mountains were stretched, shrouded in a thick gray-black mist, which looked particularly weird.

And on the top of the hill not far away, there stands a magnificent palace, and the green smoke constantly rises from the hall, drifting away with the wind.

Suddenly, there was a neighing of the horse, and the wind horse, which had been galloping for nine days and nine nights, suddenly stopped, letting out a heavy gasping sound.

Sun Wukong got out of the carriage slowly, and smiled at Feng Ma: "Brother Xiaoma, thank you this time, my Sun Wukong is alone, and there is nothing to honor you, so I simply let you return to the mountain and return you to freedom for the rest of your life!"

As he spoke, the "Heavenly Stealer" twisted the reins tied with gold wire, and with a slight force, the reins suddenly broke.

The wind horse let out a long roar, raised its legs high, looked extremely excited, fluttered its four wings, and flew towards the sky, disappearing far away into the hundred thousand mountains.

Zhou Jiuhui frowned and asked, "You just let it go?"

Sun Wukong smiled indifferently and said slowly: "This is the place where the wind horse lives, and it is a great sin to tie it up in the city." ”

Zhou Jiuhui looked at the 100,000 mountains with a strange aura, and frowned: "How can we get in?"