The old man looked at Sun Wukong, his eyes were sad and joyless, ruthless and desireless.

"The undead. ”

Sun Wukong clenched the golden hoop stick: "No, you are different from them." ”

The old man wore anklets at his feet, and he was an undead, but unlike the undead, he did not have that dead silence on him.

Sun Wukong didn't feel any breath on him.

"Who are you?"

Sun Wukong asked.

The old man did not answer, but looked at the black air in the sky.

"This filth should be purified. ”

He held out his hand.

The palms are empty, there is nothing.

But Sun Wukong found that the world suddenly became dead silent.

The sound of black gas burning, the sound of space distortion, suddenly all stopped.

Everything in the space is frozen.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Sun Wukong was taken aback, he didn't even feel any spell fluctuations, let alone what the old man was going to do!

The next moment, without waiting for Sun Wukong to react, the black gas in the sky seemed to be dragged and pierced into the palm of the old man's hand.

At the same time, a huge force surged from behind Sun Wukong, pushing him towards the old man's palm.

Sun Wukong hurriedly threw the golden hoop stick in his hand forward.

The sky above him was getting closer, and his figure was getting bigger.

But Sun Wukong knows that this is not his problem.

"Golden Hoop Stick!"

Sun Wukong firmly grasped the golden hoop stick, and the golden hoop stick grew rapidly with his mind, and in the blink of an eye, he didn't know that it had grown by tens of thousands of meters, piercing through the shrinking heaven and earth.

That's right, the world is shrinking.

The sky and the earth carried an endless black aura, which stretched for several miles, and began to shrink rapidly towards the old man's hands.

Soon, it was shrunk to the size of a palm, and then disappeared into the old man's palm, turning into a glass ball that emitted black gas.

Such a vast world has been turned into a glass ball.

Sun Wukong was shocked in his heart.

The old man looked at the glass beads in his hand and pinched it hard, but found that he couldn't pinch it.

"It still has obsessions. ”

The old man looked at Sun Wukong, and in the glass beads, there was a black gas connecting Sun Wukong.

"Monkey King. ”

The old man called out Sun Wukong's name and asked, "Do you want this power?"

Sun Wukong was creepy for a moment.

Who the hell is he and what does he want to do?

The old man stepped towards Sun Wukong, just one step, and suddenly appeared in front of him.

"So fast!"

Sun Wukong was shocked, and the golden hoop stick bombarded forward, which was enough to crush the heavens and the earth!

However, with a pull of the old man's right hand, the space suddenly collapsed and entered nothingness.

Sun Wukong went down with a stick and passed through his body without causing any effect.

"This man is weird!"

Sun Wukong wanted to retreat, but his body was a step slower.

The old man held up his left hand and put the glass beads into Sun Wukong's body.

"What you brought out, give it back to you. ”

After the old man finished speaking, he was thousands of miles away.

He looked at Sun Wukong, and the black gas swept through Sun Wukong's whole body like a storm, dyeing him into endless ink.

A huge curse and pain stirred in Sun Wukong's body, causing his body to quickly shatter, cracking more and more, revealing white bones.

I can't bear it.

The old man thought, now, all the filth is on Sun Wukong alone.

That body can't stand the strangulation of those karmas.

If this continues, the result will only be annihilation.

The old man waved his hand, and a pitch-black coffin appeared in mid-air.

Boom –

The coffin in front of him shattered, and the splintering debris streaked across the back of his hand.

The old man looked over, and a slender black iron rod stopped where the coffin was, as if it had never been moved.

"Aren't you dead yet?"

He raised his head and saw Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong opened his eyes violently in the black fire.

His pupils were no longer filled with flames, and the endless blackness swallowed up his golden eyes.

"Who are you?"

Sun Wukong said, his body was so broken that it was like being whipped by countless whips, and countless wounds were bleeding.

The blood didn't dry up, it spilled through the wound, flowed through the broken body, and then turned into black vapor and steamed.

"Karma for yourself?"

The old man saw through Sun Wukong's current situation at a glance: "It's amazing that you can stay awake." ”

"Who the hell are you?"

Sun Wukong asked again: "What is the relationship between you and His Holiness?"

He raised the iron rod in his hand, and the blood flowed down the body of the golden rod before dripping.

The Nine Divine Rings unfolded behind him one after another, that was the power of Nine, the power that originally did not belong to Sun Wukong, and now it bloomed behind him in a pitch-black manner.

Bell –

There was an extra blood-colored anklet under Sun Wukong's feet.

The chains were tied at his feet, and the two were inseparable, as if they were one.

That's a curse.

The old man looked at this scene with no fluctuation on his face.

"I am an immortal. ”

The old man replied, "The undead who are loyal to His Holiness." ”

He's not like the undead.

He knows everything and sees everything.

He has never lived in the past, and he has no memory of Hongmeng.

He is His Holiness' left hand and His Holiness' protector.

"I have cleared the path for His Holiness. ”

The old man said, "Venerable is coming here, I won't let you get his hands dirty. ”

Murderous intent appeared in his heart.

Before His Holiness arrives, Sun Wukong must die here.