The cultivation has broken through, the spiritual power in the body is no longer manic, it is out of the scorching bath, and the invasion of the boiling potion is no longer there.

It's just that the monkey doesn't have time to take care of this.

In his heart, a trace of sad affection was spreading.

The scene in front of him was hazy, and in a trance, one scene after another played out in his mind.

From time to time, he returned to Huaguo Mountain and was chased by the tiger that should have died in his hands, and fled on the line of life and death.

From time to time, he faced off with Dan Tongzi's two disciples, roaring in despair.

Sometimes he knelt outside the three-star cave of the slanting moon and kowtowed, begging bitterly.

Sometimes I go back to the night eleven years ago, the night when the finch was killed, and that kind of heart palpitation that will never be forgotten.

Climb on snowy mountains, sneak in the wilderness, and float in the rushing water with a barrel as if you could suffocate at any moment......

More than ten years have passed, and all the memories of Qiē have exploded, intertwined in his mind.

He held his head and rolled uncontrollably, wailing and weeping bitterly.

Scenes of sorrow, fear, helplessness, pain, all the negative feelings are intertwined, evolving one by one!

The originally calm spiritual powers began to involuntarily go manic again, but unlike before, they did not bring physical torture to the monkeys.

These spiritual powers were poured into every part of the body in an instant, and all the meridians erupted and agitated in an instant.

The fluff stands up, and the green tendons under the hair are faintly visible.

Sadness, fear, anger, and despair collide in my heart.

His fist slammed into the ground, and a deep pit fell from the punch, and the sand and stones splattered, the fist grazed, the blood dripped down, and the pain was excruciating, but it was difficult to hide the pain from the soul.

A terrifying feeling of depression fell on the monkey's chest, and the heart beat violently, sending hot blood to every part of the body.

"It's ...... This is...... What's going on!Boil-!"

He struggled with his head in his hands, slamming his head into the ground, bursting with blood.

All kinds of emotions are endlessly expanding, colliding. Sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes roaring, sometimes wailing, sometimes as desperate as death, let the tears flow.

The expression on his face had long been distorted to the point where he could not find the outline.

Wind Chimes looked at this qiē in panic.

The corners of Yang Chan's mouth turned up slightly, and she smiled slyly.

"What's going on!'s going on!" the wind chimes struggled to rush towards the monkey, but they were still held by Yang Chan.

"Don't go over, don't go over listening to me! he'll be fine. ”

As in the past millennium, she has a heart as hard as steel.

At this time, even Qing Yunzi in the attic was slightly moved at this time, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

"It's ...... What's going on?"

He had seen countless people break through the Nashen Realm, and even the Walker Dao would not be in this situation.

The cry of pain spread throughout the temple.

Holding the black wooden block in the concentration hall, the thin seal carving Su Bodhi's ears trembled slightly, and he quickly pinched his fingers and counted.

The expression on the old man's face changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

"This Yang Chan...... Hmph!"

When the monkey gradually controlled his feelings, or the various feelings in his heart gradually became compatible, he jumped to his feet and glanced around him with a hostile gaze.

The back was slightly hunched, the heavy and violent gasps, the shivering body, the sweat mixed with the blood and the residual potion slid down the forehead to the bridge of the nose and to the lips.

Sticking out his tongue and tasting it, the smell of blood brought an incredible tranquility at this moment.

However, after all, it was impossible to extinguish the fire burning in my heart, but instead aroused all the ** and burned more violently.

His muscles had swelled to the extreme, he was trembling, his exposed face was twisted in pain, his grinning mouth was baring his fangs, and the pain came from the depths of his heart, as if a demon wanted to tear his body and descend into this world.

Those eyes radiated a terrifying red light.

"Murderous!" Qing Yunzi's hand shook, and the pottery cup in his hand fell directly to the ground and spilled tea on the ground.

Slowly turning his face sideways, his red eyes flowed, looking at Yang Chan and the wind chimes.

At this moment, even the wind chimes couldn't help but shiver and flinch slightly.

Is this still the monkey she knew?

Yang Chan smiled on her cold face, raised her hand, and pointed to the grass not far away.

As Yang Chan pointed out, the monkey's gaze turned, and the moment they met those eyes, all the Taoists in the grass had goosebumps.

There are no words needed, intuition has told them all.

A deep sense of fear exploded in an instant, spreading, and shattered everyone's will in an instant.

"Run! he's going to kill someone!" exclaimed, and everyone ran away, and no one even assessed the odds of a group attack.

Do you need to evaluate? Man and beast have never had a chance to win.

Looking at the group of Taoist disciples who grabbed the road and fled and stumbled, the monkey roared and stretched out his hand to try to catch it, his eyes were full of blood, and he took a step forward, but struggled to stop.

The raised hand froze there.

The moment in front of him became a trance again, and it was another fierce battle, a battle between nature and reason, and the pain was as if it was about to tear his soul apart.

Wailing, wailing incessantly, holding his head unscrupulously, rolling wildly, raising a cloud of sand and dust.

After a long time, he finally let go of the hand holding his head with a shudder.

There seems to be some kind of agreement between nature and reason.

Wheezing and swallowing his saliva, he slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Chan in a daze.

For a moment, Yang Chan's expression froze there, and the corners of her widened eyes twitched.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the monkey looked hideous, gasping, and drops of saliva dripped down his teeth, as if he was out of control.

And Yang Chan, who had already reached the third-order God Refining Realm, was also overwhelmed by that momentum.

If an Extreme Practitioner Dao cultivator who had cultivated to reach the Divine Realm suddenly rushed towards her, she would have no chance of winning without any preparation.

How strong Yang Jian is in the God Realm-this point, she knows this better than anyone else.

"What did you do...... I knew it...... You're uneasy...... kind," the monkey said in fits and starts, his lips trembling.

The voice was hoarse, muddy, and as if all the strength had been exhausted.

Feng Chime was so frightened that she couldn't speak, and she subconsciously tightened the corner of Yang Chan's clothes.

Just when Yang Chan was secretly ready to do it at any time, a bitter smile suddenly flashed on the monkey's face, and he turned to look in the direction of the Scripture Pavilion, and jumped slightly, jumping up more than five feet and directly skimming the cliff and sinking into the green forest on the cliff. Only the stunned Yang Chan was left.

"He ...... The control was stopped. Yang Chan muttered in disbelief.

The amount of wolf tooth grass that was ten times larger than that of Yang Jian at that time, he actually controlled it. How did he do it......

"Something's wrong!" exclaimed Qing Yunzi, who was standing in the attic.

"What's all the fuss about, isn't it just to break through the realm of Nashen? Aren't there a few in the temple every year?" Dan Tongzi's lazy voice came from the room.

"He's headed for the Scripture Pavilion!"

"What?!" Dan Tongzi ran straight out of the house.