At the place where the little beggar fell, a large pool of blood spread, and it seemed that all the blood was about to be drained. The old red monkey in the surrounding trees watched this scene and finally put his heart down. But as soon as he put it down, he stared at the woodland where the little beggar was lying with incredible eyes. A black hollow appeared above the little beggar, causing the surrounding space to become distorted, and a beast's claw poked out of it, grabbed the little beggar on the ground, and disappeared.

No one expected this sudden scene, the old monkey looked at the beast's claw, seemed to think of something, and suddenly stared at his eyes, in disbelief.

The vermilion fruit tree in the depths of the mountain forest is no longer the original hug thickness, unfold and look, the trunk alone has a diameter of three zhang, full of branches and leaves, as high as more than 20 zhang, there is a great tendency to raise fire to the sky.

At this time, in front of the fruit tree, the same beast claw poked out, and with the person in his hand, pressed it to the trunk. There were ripples flashing, and the figures and claws were gone.

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The brown old monkey looked at the little beggar in front of him, and a smile hung on his old face: "You have a lot of familiar feelings." The old monkey said, a look of Hui Yi appeared in his eyes, but he shook his head lightly, "Although I have the memories of the previous generation, I am not him after all, otherwise, my choice may really be the boy in white." ”

In the dark space, there were wisps of sunset drifting, and there were two people lying in front of the old monkey, a little beggar, and a white burning cloud.

Suddenly, there was a sharp vibration from the old monkey's body, and the whole vermilion fruit tree also rustled, and an abrupt red light came out from the fruit tree, like a red monkey phantom, looking up to the sky. At this time, it was the long glow that spread out in the sky, and suddenly there were thousands of miles of red red hurriedly rolled towards the mouth of the red monkey. The trees all over the mountain were burning, without a trace of greenery.

The eyes of the monkeys on the mountainside flashed with joy, and a generation of king monkeys descended from the sky to seize Danxia and cut the shackles of their own avenue. But before the surprise in the monkeys' eyes dissipated, I saw that the glow in the mouth of the red monkey phantom suddenly exploded, and together with the phantom monkey body, it was lit, as if a fire was swallowing the sky.

The monkeys looked at the scene in front of them in a daze, a little puzzled. Seeing that the phantom slowly turned his head, he also looked at the monkeys in the trees, serene and complicated. Then, the phantom leaped on the ground with both legs and swooped into a spot in the air.

It's not a shackle of the avenue!

The red monkeys all over the trees knew what that meant, but they couldn't shout or act in the tree array, so they could only open their eyes and watch the phantom shadow crash towards the point directly above the fruit tree. Suddenly, there was a crystal light, as if there was a sound of shattering, and the black-clothed figure and the creeping demon beast sitting cross-legged at the top of the mountain were suddenly impacted and thrown down the mountain, life and death unknown.

The black-clothed man and the demon beast were still outside the formation, but all the monkeys were in the formation! The powerful momentum had just shattered the tree formation, but then, the sky full of shadows suddenly lit up. This time it is no longer the bright light reflected by the red glow, it is clearly a fire burning the mountain! But this fire that attracts the breath of Danxia and gathers the trees and vermilion fruits, where can we avoid it.

The trees broke, and the screams of the monkeys exploded, and the terrible howls continued to sweep over the sunset mountain, but they could not break out of this sea of fire after all.

The first, the second, the third...... The last direction that all the red monkeys looked at was the big tree that was about to pierce the sky. They didn't understand, they didn't understand why their joy turned into horror in the blink of an eye, and they could only stare at it, and the thick resentment that ignited with the fire all over the mountain, but there was not the slightest flame.

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Sunset Terrace

The crowd crowded in front of the stage, watching the glow rush towards the sunset mountain, and then a fiery red tree protruded from the mountain, and the flames of the mountain reflected the evening sky, as if it spit out the swallowed glow, which was still a piece of red orange and orange. The most beautiful thing is that the sunset in the sky suddenly has a little more agility, fluttering in the air, like a flame, burning away.

The crowd was so shocked by the scenery in front of them that they couldn't speak, and the entire Qiancheng seemed to be drunk, and their faces were flushed with layers of red. The older generation of listeners were fascinated, could the vermilion fruit tree really exist on the sunset mountain? A few people hurriedly turned their heads to look for the storyteller, but the little old man could not be seen on the sunset platform.

The wrinkled clothes show opened her mouth for a long time, but she still couldn't hold back a good poem, so she had to clap the column and sigh: The fire at sunset is really the most beautiful scenery in the world! A rough man nodded, and this was a great reward!

At this time, the storyteller had already arrived at the foot of Sunset Mountain, looking up at the fire all over the mountain, his eyes were gloomy.

"I've been glad you've suffered all these years. ”

"Yes, Wang Monkey saved my life back then, but I can only keep a hundred years for him. As he spoke, the old man's eyes dimmed, "But isn't this a sign of the king monkey's breakthrough?" Danxia is on fire, and there is no mountain ...... at sunset."

"It's the choice of this generation of king monkeys. The figure in front of the little old man looked at the red evening sky that was reflected by the firelight, like a dream, and his eyes were full of sadness, "Let's go, everyone has to react, each red monkey is a Danziqing, this is false, and it is not false." ”

At the foot of the mountain, the old man shook his head heavily, but the people behind him didn't understand much.

How much is true or false in this sunset story, and who can understand it? The same story, only told for a hundred years, will turn the truth into a false after a long time. But one day, when everyone knows that this story is true, the sunset is gone, and the little old man is gone, then is this story true or false?

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The fire burned Sunset Mountain, and all the red monkeys could not escape the catastrophe, but the catastrophe was unintentional, and this fire was indeed planned. All the sunset hills above the mountainside were burning, but the mountainside was as safe as ever, and there were wild beasts at the foot of the mountain watching the fire on the mountain, and it was also the best time of the year. The vermilion fruit tree on the mountainside became more and more luxuriant in the fire, and grew rapidly, reaching more than 100 zhang. It was like a fire that was about to burn through the whole sky.

In the darkness of the fruit tree, the old king monkey's eyes were bloody, and the heaving of his chest became more and more uncalm. He glared out of the trees, and through the covering, he wanted to take note of the last resentment of the other nine hundred and ninety-nine red monkeys, to see them turn into the glow of the sky in the fire, to hear their whistle and cut their hearts and bleed. Finally, the last old monkey fixed his gaze on himself in a complicated manner, and then turned into a red glow in the sky. The king closed his eyes tremblingly, and two lines of bloody tears flowed down his pale cheeks, piercing and sad.

After stagnation for a long time, he finally opened his eyes, put his right hand against his chest, stabbed down in pain, grasped the cold heart, suddenly grabbed it, and pinched it in the air. Before the blood that kept flowing from his chest could fall, he was led into the air, and followed a stream of air into Bai Yaoyun's severed arm.

"This is my recompense for you, and it is his recompense for you. Wang Monkey's gaze dimmed a lot, and he looked at the white burning clouds deeply, which was indescribable. He didn't help Bai Yaoyun to reborn and cut off his limbs, he could, but he didn't want to.

That's the choice of Bai Yaoyun.

The monkey's tired eyes closed again, very slowly, very heavy, and the two lines of blood and tears had already dried up on his cheeks. The original undulating and sad snort was broken, but the brown monkey still stood, as if he wanted to accept the gaze of many Dao Dao, afraid that they would not find the king monkey they resented.

A crystal small monkey virtual image suddenly emerged from the king monkey heavenly spirit, and the surrounding darkness was lit up in a large area. The little monkey grinned and scratched in the air, as if many things had been caught, eaten in his mouth, and fell into his stomach, and his brows were suddenly twisted together, as if he was suffering a great pain.

There are nine hundred and ninety-nine in total, and the little monkey is exactly one thousand.

The little monkey's twisted face twitched out a smile. I will bear a thousand times the pain of my soul to repay you, and I still owe a lot that I can't pay.

The little brown monkey finally closed his eyes, and fell on the little beggar's chest, slowly becoming smaller, and the vermilion fruit tree that was about to stab the sky also slowly became smaller, and the little monkey hid in the leaves, and the fruit tree was imprinted on the wound on the little beggar's chest.

The pheasant suddenly flew out of his heart, humming in the air. The sword that exploded in the glow shook and turned in Bai Yaoyun's wrist, and he couldn't do it after all, so he had to stab the sword along the heart, around the heart, and then back to stab out.

When the darkness is gone, a mountain of fires is about to burn. A beast's claw broke out of the void again, grabbed the two of them with a sword, and disappeared.

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When the last rays of light dissipated in the sky, the fires in the mountains and fields also stopped at the same time, but the night was dark, and the sunset mountain still looked black and lush and lush, but only a limited number of people knew that the sunset mountain was empty above the mountainside. This night is the sleepless night of more than a dozen family ancestors, if you look closely at the sunset mountain at night, there are faint colors of light exploding, listening closely, it is the collision of swords and iron soldiers, sharp and vicious.

Wake up in the early morning, in the autumn season, the cicadas are still screaming, as if they are a little nostalgic for summer, nostalgic for the sunset mountain that lost the fire forever. In Qiancheng early in the morning, the news that most of the sunset mountain burned bald spread all over the streets and alleys. The fiery memories of three or four generations are gone, and the sunset platform is about to be empty, leaving only the unknown wrinkled clothes Xiucai to look at the black mountains in the distance, and want to groan, but suddenly lose interest.

At the same time, the guards of the major families in Qiancheng have become strict, and there are some rumors and smells of mountain rain coming. On the sunset mountain that night, the ancestors of more than a dozen clans scrambled for the nine hundred and ninety-nine red crystal blocks on the ground, some people died, some people fled for their lives, blood stained a mountain forest, some sunset smell. The Danxia fire in the sky refined the blood of the red monkey, condensed the last wisp of sunset of life and sealed it in the spar, the stone body was vermilion, there were two thin disks of blue and purple, Shi Zhao, Danzi Jing.

Jing is also the same as Qing.