Hou Jingjing is not afraid of what the so-called "master" will do to Tang Seng while he is away, and someone with Yang Jian will secretly follow, and he will protect Tang Seng thoroughly.

Therefore, she stepped on the somersault cloud to climb the heights and lookout, and saw that there was a village thirty miles to the east where the smoke was curling, so she hurriedly brought a bowl and rushed over, and knocked on the courtyard door of a family at will.

This is what she is used to, and she is now good-looking, polite, and basically not difficult to fast, and even the pious, she will be left to drink some water and rest at the moment.

Today is the same, there are only old people and children in that family, seeing that she is very thoughtful and polite, the white-headed old woman personally poured water for her, she is in a hurry to go back, excused herself and did not drink, the child also took an apricot for her to taste: "My family grows it myself, my brother tastes sweet or not?"

Hou Jingjing remembered the little boy who bought wine for her in the village when she stayed in the past, and felt a little warm in her heart, so she took it and tasted it twice: "It's sweet and sour, it's really delicious." ”

With such a politeness, Hou Jingjing said goodbye to her ancestors and grandchildren and planned to go back, but as soon as the courtyard door opened, the somersault cloud felt dizzy before she could move.

She faintly felt that something was wrong, and bit the tip of her tongue to force herself to be sober, but she felt that the wind behind her was moving, as if some weapon was smashing towards her, and she wanted to pull out the golden hoop stick but felt that her mind was dizzy and her movements were slow, so she could only turn around and raise her arms to carry it!

Xuan Langlang –

She was made of steel and iron bones, and with a wave of her arm, she slammed the sword cut behind her back, and then she saw more than a dozen Xuanmen disciples in the courtyard, all of them were full of aura, holding weapons, and immediately rushed forward when they saw the failure of the sneak attack!

She continued to block and carry it, but her movements were slow due to dizziness, she was beaten a few times, and the various wounds were hot and painful, and she faintly heard someone talking not far away: "This Monkey King is not afraid of swords, quickly set up the formation!"

The voice seemed to be trampled on the neck by something, and it was hoarse and mocking, and it was spicy to hear.

That dry old man!

Yang Jian said that he was not right, and today's incident must be a trap set by him, but he lacked heart, thinking that they would spend their efforts on Tang Seng, and they were defenseless at all!

At this moment, although he was holding on, his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and his brain was condensed as if he had been poured with lard, and he couldn't lift his fingers when he wanted to reach out and take out the golden hoop stick in his ears and eyes, and he was desperately holding on, when he felt that there was a sudden flash of inspiration in front of him, as if some fatal formation had been activated, and he was so anxious that he almost vomited blood, and he felt that the evil heat in the dantian was burning all at once, and the fire burned through the limbs and hundreds of remains-

This fatal pain made her sober up a little in an instant, and she vaguely knew that it was Sun Wukong who was going to have another attack, so she simply untied herself, and the pain immediately doubled!

"Ahh

"Hou Jingjing!"

Yang Jian, who came quickly, saw Hou Jingjing's handsome and small body ignite with his own eyes, and then instantly transformed into a monkey demon with eyes breathing fire and giant teeth and fangs, where the flames rose and fell, more than a dozen high-level Xuanmen monks instantly turned to ashes, and their souls were scattered!

He had seen it once two hundred years ago, and this time with experience, Zhou's body immediately rose up and down with a dense and impenetrable aura, which protected his body like a protective armor!

Suddenly, he saw a pale golden Neidan and the Three Souls and Seven Spirits gushing out from the top of the monkey demon's head, and rushed over to protect the Neidan and the soul with his aura regardless of his safety!

That Neidan and the soul are Hou Jingjing's, when life and death are at stake, she suddenly woke up, and the monkey demon she saw was indeed covered in fire with her fist and burned the village and everyone in the village to the ground, and hurriedly shouted "Sun Wukong!"

The monkey demon was killing with fire in his eyes, as if he couldn't hear Hou Jingjing at all, so anxious that Hou Jingjing hurriedly shouted again: "Brother! Sun Wukong! Brother!"

The monkey demon was slightly stunned, and the huge, burning body visibly returned to normal with the naked eye, and finally changed back to the appearance of the former Monkey King's dancing youth, but he looked ignorant, as if he was ignorant of everything in front of him.

Yang Jian knew that this was the real Monkey King, and he was busy trying to talk to him, but as soon as Sun Wukong saw someone coming, his eyes immediately flashed with a look of obedience and cruelty, and the whole person instantly had more than 120,000 points of evil energy, whether it was Hou Jingjing, who was usually gentle and cheerful, or Sun Wukong, who was ignorant and dazed, it was completely like two people!

"Brother, I'm my sister!"

The Neidan in Yang Jian's hand hurriedly shouted.

Sun Wukong's eyes faded, and the person looked much gentler, looking for the source of the voice at a loss: "Sister?"

Yang Jian hurriedly lifted the spirit balloon that wrapped Hou Jingjing's inner pill and soul: "Your sister is here! You broke through her suppression and squeezed her out of the spirit body, I have to quickly help her find a place to live now!"

"Thousands of knots!" Hou Jingjing said busily.

Sun Wukong hurriedly raised his arm, and the thousand knots given to him by the Bodhi Patriarch flashed fluorescently on his slender wrist.

Yang Jian hurriedly spread out his palms to show that he had no malicious intent, and seeing that Sun Wukong did not change his face, he slowly walked over and took off the Qianqian Knot from his wrist, and then pinched the mantra to disperse the spirit balloon, Hou Jingjing's Three Souls and Seven Spirits instantly flew into the Qianqian Knot and disappeared, and Neidan was swallowed by Yang Jian's mouth and temporarily stored in the dantian.

"You eat my sister!"

Sun Wukong came up and pinched Yang Jian's neck in an attempt to rescue Hou Jingjing.

Yang Jian hurriedly put the Qianqian Knot on his wrist, and quickly pulled out the mountain whip to resist, fortunately, although Sun Wukong was powerful, the move was a zero, which made Yang Jian quickly jump out of the standing circle, and was about to chase after him and fight again, but he heard Yang Jian raise his hand to stop him and said: "Wukong is obedient! I am just temporarily saving for your sister, otherwise this Neidan will not be able to enter the Qianqian Knot, and it is too dangerous to float outside......"

"I'll save it for her!" Sun Wukong stepped forward again.

"You don't know the method, you'll eat her!" Yang Jian said busily.

Hou Jingjing also persuaded Wukong in Qianqianjie: "Good brother, this is Erlang Shenjun, you can trust it!

Wukong closed his mouth and stared at Yang Jian, although he no longer moved, but he also stepped forward with vigilance to ask for the Qianqian knot: "That, return me!"

Yang Jian heard Hou Jingjing say that the current Sun Wukong's mind is like a newborn baby, and he was very afraid that although he cared about Hou Jingjing's safety, he would lose such an important thing inappropriately, so he made a loving attitude and coaxed him: "This thousand knots contain your sister's soul, and you can't be too far away from Neidan, otherwise there will be a danger of your soul scattering." I'll keep it for you, and I'll pay you back when your sister has a spirit. ”

Although Sun Wukong was stunned, he knew that Hou Jingjing and Yang Jian had always been good friends, so he didn't speak again.

Over there, Alai had already taken someone to deal with the matter, and came back to report to Yang Jianyu: "This village should have been robbed by them temporarily, and all that was left behind were the corpses of Xuanmen disciples - most of the village was burned, and there was no one alive, and some of them were burned to ashes and turned into smoke, and I don't know if the iron bamboo is dead." ”

"Okay, the villa is also cleaned up. Yang Jian commanded.

Alai hurriedly said yes, and then took his subordinates and disappeared in a blink of an eye.