"Scratching ............ 窸窣窸窣............"

Suddenly, an extremely faint voice came into Nezha's ears.

said that it was too late, but it was too fast, only to see a white shadow passing by, and Nezha's fiery spear stabbed at a tree.

But just as the spear was about to pierce the tree, Nezha suddenly turned around and went straight to the tree.

With a "whoosh", a black shadow flew out of the tree, and at the same time, a golden light struck Nezha.

As soon as Nezha lowered his head, this golden light flew over Nezha's head.

Hearing a "bang", the golden light cut off all the dense branches, and the branches fell from the trees along with pieces of leaves.

"Where to go!" Nezha paused on the tree, then flew straight towards the shadow.

"Whoosh!" the black shadow waved his hand three times, and three golden rays of light burst out.

"Dangdang Dang!" Nezha swung his fire-tipped spear three times in a row, blocking all the golden light.

The black shadow didn't seem to want to entangle with Nezha, and as soon as he turned his head, he flew away in an instant.

"Great Sage, I'll chase it!"

After leaving these words, Nezha chased after the black shadow.

"Third prince, poor Kou Mo chase!"

Sun Wukong's words were finished, but Nezha had already disappeared into the sky.

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Three hundred miles east of the city of Yin and Yang, a rotten swamp.

A winding path, like a long rope with no end, winded around the mountainside, over the hill, and into a dark forest.

Next to the path, in front of the dense forest, there is a stone monument, above the stone monument floats a red ghost fire, under the reflection of the ghost fire, you can clearly see two big characters written on the stone tablet: rotten swamp.

A light suddenly flashed in the sky, and two men appeared in front of the dense forest.

"Senior brother, is this the rotten swamp?" the sand monk walked to the stone tablet and asked Sun Wukong.

"Looks like yes. Sun Wukong also walked to the stele, he touched the stele, the stele was a little cold, and it was a little damp.

"Senior brother, let's go in. After saying this, the sand monk was about to walk into the dense forest.

"Eh, Senior Brother Sha, you come back. Sun Wukong pulled back the sand monk who walked out.

"Senior brother, what's wrong?" asked Sha Seng.

Sun Wukong covered his hand over his head, he looked at the dense forest in front of him, and kept blinking his eyes.

After looking at it for a while, he said to Sha Seng: "Senior Brother Sha, don't worry, you just wait here, and Lao Sun can enter alone." ”

"Senior brother, how can I let you go on an adventure alone?"

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "Senior Brother Sha, you didn't understand what my old grandson meant. ”

Sun Wukong lay in Sha Seng's ear and said something to him, only to see Sha Seng nodding and saying, "Senior brother, don't worry." ”

"Hey, hey. Sun Wukong laughed, then plucked a monkey hair, and as soon as he blew it with his mouth, a torch appeared in his hand.

Sun Wukong held a torch and walked into this dense forest very cautiously............

It was a larch forest, and the scaly gray-brown bark of the trees was dry and hard in the light of the fire, like the skin of a black fish that had died of lack of water.

Around the larch, there is a large patch of green moss.

The winding path leads to the heart of the woods, where a stone table and four stone chairs are placed.

On the stone table, there is a plate of delicious food.

On the stone chair, it is clean and clean, without a trace of dust.

Sun Wukong blew lightly on the torch, he let go of his hand, and the torch floated in the air.

Sun Wukong was not polite, he sat directly on the stone chair, cocked Erlang's legs and said: "Yin Gongzi, Lao Sun has arrived, why haven't you shown up yet?"

A puff of black smoke rose from the ground, and with it came a burst of hearty laughter.

"Hahaha! Sun Dasheng, I've kept you waiting. "A five-foot-tall, dark-skinned man with a small black beard emerged from the ground.

"Who are you, where is Yin Gongzi?" Sun Wukong asked as he looked at the man who was half a head shorter than him.

"Oh, how do you know that the person who invited you here is a yin boy?" said the mustachioed man, taken aback.

Bajie was kidnapped, but my grandson didn't hear a sound, at that time, only Yin Gongzi entered the inn alone, and no one could kidnap Bajie except him.

And then there is the two-line letter he left behind. Speaking of this, Sun Wukong jumped in front of the mustachioed man, and continued: "The words carved on the wood are not only beautiful, but also elegant, except for the humble and polite Yin Gongzi, Lao Sun can't think of a second person." ”

"Sun Dasheng is really smart. The mustachioed man clapped three times in appreciation.

"Who are you, and where is this yin boy?" asked Sun Wukong.

"It's the butler of the Yin Boy. The bearded man paused, and then said, "On the orders of my son-in-law, I have come here to greet Sun Dasheng." ”

"What's the fuss, let's go find your son. "Sun Wukong pulled the mustache, and the man was about to leave.

The mustachioed man smiled darkly, only to see that his grasped wrist shook quickly, and then slipped out of Sun Wukong's hand like a snake.

The mustachioed man showed a weird smile, and he just stared at Sun Wukong.

One second............

Two seconds............

Three-second ............

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Five seconds later, he suddenly disappeared under Sun Wukong's nose!

"Huh............" A yin wind blew through Sun Wukong's ears, and the torches in the air also fell to the ground at this moment.

With a "ding", the torch went out.

In the rotten swamp, you can't see your fingers.

Sun Wukong pulled a needle out of his ear, and when he blew it, the needle turned into a golden hoop stick.

Sun Wukong stood in place, holding the golden hoop stick tightly.

Suddenly, a gust ............of wind blew in the face.

Sun Wukong blocked it with a golden hoop stick, only listening to the sound of "dang", and after a second, he heard the sound of "ding".

Obviously, something flew towards Sun Wukong, and this thing was blocked by the golden hoop stick and fell to the ground.

"Whoa............ "At this time, another gust of wind blew, but this wind was not going towards Sun Wukong.............

Beside him, the leaves of the larch were rustled by the wind, and for a while, in all directions, there was the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

In a dark and dangerous environment, if even the sense of hearing is disturbed, then death is really not far away.

Sun Wukong couldn't hear any other sounds anymore, because the sound of the wind blowing the leaves was getting louder and louder............

Suddenly, the sound of the wind blowing the leaves came to an abrupt end.

"Drip ............ Drip ............"

Instead, there was a faint sound of dripping.

In the next second, the torch on the ground lit up, and a man walked out of the darkness, he picked up the torch on the ground and sneered.

The red light of the fire illuminated his face clearly, he was ............ The mustachioed man.

The mustachioed man took a few steps forward with a torch. Ahead, a spear pierced into Sun Wukong's body from Sun Wukong's crotch, and the tip of the spear pierced out of Sun Wukong's head, the tip of the spear was stained with a mixture of brain pulp and blood, red and white, at first glance, it looked like a tomato with tofu, and the tail of the spear was still in the land.

Sun Wukong was nailed to the ground by a spear, his expression was very natural, and he couldn't see the slightest pain.

It seems that the spear stabbed out of the ground in an instant, and Sun Wukong died under this spear before he could react, which is why his expression was so calm.

"Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, others say that your skills are all over the sky, but when I see it today, I ............ it" The mustachioed man stroked his little black mustache and sneered: "When I saw you today, I realized that you were a waste of fame." Ha ha............ Hahahaha............"

The mustachioed man left with a torch and laughing.

The bog was once again dark and quiet.

The bog was huge, and the mustachioed man walked for a quarter of an hour without getting out of here.

"It's strange, I'm all too familiar with this rotten swamp, and I usually go out when I have a stick of incense, but why haven't I walked out for so long today?" the mustachioed man muttered to himself.

The mustachioed man walked for a while, but he found himself lost!

After walking for half an hour, he walked back again. In other words, he's been standing still.

On the stone table, there is still that plate of delicious food, and the stone chair is still clean, but Sun Wukong's body is gone!

The spear is still there, the blood and brains on it are also there, everything is here and everything is the same as before, it's just that Sun Wukong has disappeared.

The mustachioed man frowned, he stroked his beard and fell into thought............

Suddenly, the mustachioed man seemed to think of something, only to hear him shout: "Not good!"

At this time, only two "pops" were heard, and a slight pain came from the back of the mustachioed man, and at the same time, he couldn't move.

The torch slipped from the mustachioed man's hand, but it didn't fall to the ground - someone caught it before it hit the ground.

"Hey, hey, hey............" came a burst of whispering joy.

A man with a torch appeared in front of the mustachioed man - Sun Wukong.

"Monkey King! you ............ You're not dead?" said the mustachioed man, shocked.

"You monster, you're very conceited. My old grandson has the incorruptible body of King Kong, how can your spear hurt the old grandson?" Sun Wukong circled around the mustachioed man, and then said: "My old grandson just used a trick to beat the wall with a ghost, and you fell for the trick, now, what else do you have to say?"

"Yes, yes, Sun Dasheng's mana is boundless, and I admire it. The mustachioed man smirked.

"You monster, you dare to sneak attack my grandson, this account should be settled now. As soon as Sun Wukong stretched out his hand, the golden hoop stick appeared in his hand, and the mustachioed man only felt a cool breeze blowing, and in the next second, the golden hoop stick smashed down............