Suddenly, the birds around Huaguo Mountain flew in fright, and the beasts scurried.

Hundreds of rounds later, the two were still deadlocked.

Yang Jian opened his third eye, and a golden light came straight towards Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was not to be outdone, he immediately replied with a golden light with fiery eyes, and the two golden lights met............

"Bang"!

The surrounding stones were blown to pieces, and the waterfall was set off by a large wave, and the broken stones and water flew up to the sky and fell to the feet of the two men.

The two of them were forced to take a few steps back by the aftermath of their true anger.

"Senior brother!" Just when the two were in a stalemate, Sha Wujing came to Huaguo Mountain.

"Senior brother, Erlang Zhenjun, who are you?" Sha Wujing asked puzzled.

"Your senior brother killed all the people in Luojia Mountain, and then killed my Howling Sky Dog, it's simply heinous!" Yang Jian said angrily.

"Yang Jian, you make it clear, my old grandson is a dignified fight to defeat the Buddha, how can he do such a hurtful thing, don't spew blood!" Sun Wukong pointed at Yang Jian and said.

"I saw it with my own eyes, how can it be fake!" Yang Jian said.

"Okay, I didn't expect you to deceive my grandson, today my grandson will tie you up in front of the Buddha, and then call your uncle to confront him face to face. "After that, Sun Wukong is going to unleash the true fire of samadhi.

"Senior brother, don't fight, something happened to the Great Leiyin Temple. Sha Wujing stopped Sun Wukong and said anxiously.

"Oh, what's wrong?" asked Sun Wukong.

So, Sha Wujing told what happened in the Great Lei Yin Temple back and forth.

"Senior Brother Sha, don't worry, wait for my grandson to look at it with fiery eyes. After that, Sun Wukong accepted the golden hoop stick, and a golden light shot out of his eyes and went straight to the direction of the Great Lei Yin Temple.

A few minutes later.

Sun Wukong said to Yang Jian: "Yang Jian'er, something happened to Da Lei Yin Temple today, my old grandson will not care about you, next time you dare to go to my old grandson's territory to spread wild, don't blame me for being welcome!"

"Senior brother, wait for me!"

Yang Jian opened his third eye and looked in the direction of the Great Lei Yin Temple. Immediately, as if he remembered something, he flew to the Lingxiao Treasure Hall in the clouds.

Cloud.

"Senior brother, what's going on with all this?" Sha Wujing asked.

Sun Wukong took a look at Sha Wujing and told him about the illusion just now.

"Phantom?" Sha Wujing blurted out.

"This illusion has greatly increased its mana compared to a hundred years ago, if it weren't for the life-saving hair, I'm afraid my grandson would have been in his hands. Sun Wukong recalled the scene in the dream just now, and still said with palpitations.

"Then why did Erlang Zhenjun say that you set foot on Luojia Mountain just now, and said that you killed the Roaring Heavenly Dog?" Sha Wujing asked.

"I don't know, but listening to Yang Jian's description, someone should be pretending to be my grandson. Sun Wukong scratched his cheeks, and then said: "Yang Jian was carried away by anger, and he didn't think about it carefully at all. First of all, if it was really me who killed the Roaring Sky Dog, then why didn't I just leave, but instead showed my real body to lure him to Huaguo Mountain? Second, Luojia Mountain is the place where Guanyin Bodhisattva practices, and if I kill someone there, the Bodhisattva must have sensed it and immediately went back, but Guanyin Bodhisattva didn't go back, isn't it strange?"

"Senior brother, then you mean Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Sun Wukong scratched the back of his hand and said, "It's hard to say now, I'll know everything when I get to the Great Leiyin Temple." ”

So, Sun Wukong drove the somersault cloud and flew towards the Great Thunder Yin Temple at great speed.

The Treasure Palace.

The ground was in a mess, two golden buildings fell to the ground, and the originally golden and brilliant Lingxiao Treasure Hall became dilapidated at this moment, cobwebs were all over the corners, and a bloody breath came to the nose.

There was no one to be seen in the empty Lingxiao Treasure Hall, the Lingxiao Treasure Hall, which was originally warm as spring, was now cold and biting, and I don't know where the gusts of wind blew Yang Jian extremely unwell.

"Anyone?" Yang Jian shouted.

In the empty Lingxiao Treasure Hall, his echo lingered in his ears.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise behind him.

Countless flying knives struck from Yang Jian's back.

Yang Jian turned around and gathered his true qi in the dantian, forming a cyan barrier with his true qi.

The knives couldn't get through the barrier at all, and they all fell to the ground and turned to powder.

"Come out, don't hide. Yang Jian said.

At this time, a figure slowly appeared on the Dragon Chair of the Jade Emperor – Sun Wukong!

Sun Wukong didn't say a word, and rushed towards Yang Jian with a golden hoop stick.

Yang Jian picked up the three-pointed and two-edged knife and stepped forward.

The two fought for a long time, and before they knew it, Yang Jian had lost the upper hand.

Sun Wukong saw the opportunity and hit Yang Jian's knee with a stick, and Yang Jian flew out.

Sun Wukong took advantage of the victory to pursue, summoned the samadhi true fire, and gathered the samadhi true fire on the golden hoop stick.

After dozens of rounds of fighting, there were already wounds on Yang Jian's body, and the golden hoop stick was very powerful, and the three-pointed two-edged knife in Yang Jian's hand was burned red.

Sun Wukong silently recited a mantra, and the golden hoop rod instantly became hundreds of times larger, like a pillar of heaven in the sky.

Sun Wukong roared and smashed Yang Jian's head with a golden hoop stick.

Yang Jian tried his best to block the golden hoop stick with a three-pointed two-edged knife, but one of his own legs was already kneeling on the ground, and at this moment, a crack had already appeared on the ground in the Lingxiao Treasure Hall.

The golden hoop rod and the samadhi true fire were extremely hot, and Yang Jian's wounds were roasted, and blood flowed out.

Yang Jian was already sweating profusely, the strength of his hands was getting smaller and smaller, and his consciousness began to blur.

Yang Jian closed his eyes, he felt that he was about to burn, his hand had no strength, and the three-pointed two-edged knife was about to fall to the ground.

Yang Jian's eyes became blurry, and his mind went blank.

Death, coming............