"Wukong, why don't you wake up soon?"

With this sound, Tang Mo used Buddhism and Zen to drink directly on Sun Wukong's mind.

This sound seems to have traveled through the long river of time and space, spanning 500 years.

In order not only to awaken the current Monkey King, but also to the Monkey King five hundred years ago.

And Sun Wukong, who had been closing his eyes, suddenly opened his eyes at this last moment.

In those eyes, there was a kind of anger that poured out nine days and burned everything.

"Ahh

Sun Wukong let out a long roar and stood up, with golden hair and majestic hair.

"I am the Monkey King!"

This roar rushed straight into the nine heavens, almost spreading throughout the Three Realms, and the incomparable battle intent swept through the void of Wuzhi Mountain.

Heaven and earth are silent, all are silent, and there seems to be only one voice left in the nine heavens and ten earths.

I am the Monkey King!

In the heavenly court, the Heavenly King of Tota couldn't help but shake his hand, and the Linglong Pagoda in his hand fell to the ground, still unknown.

The figure in front of him and the figure of the five hundred years of havoc in the Heavenly Palace and the battle against the heavens gradually coincided.

King Tota's body couldn't help but tremble, and said, "He's back!"

"Didn't you abolish him?"

The four heavenly kings glanced at each other, and there was a kind of bitterness in their eyes.

Their eyes were in a trance, and they returned to that period of bloody and bloody dark years, when a generation of Tianjiao was born out of thin air and defeated the invincible opponents of the Heavenly Court.

Some of the creatures who were secretly peeking at Wuzhi Mountain couldn't help but withdraw their gaze and tremble in the darkness.

Five hundred years ago, that invincible creature passed like a meteor, but everyone could not forget it, and could only tremble under his shadow.

And now, 500 years have passed, and the Great Sage has returned!

Sun Wukong made a move, and a dark golden stick, like a long dragon, appeared in his hand.

Wearing a phoenix tail purple and gold crown, wearing chain gold armor, stepping on lotus silk step cloud shoes, and holding a ruyi gold hoop stick, how can there be the slightest embarrassment just now.

He is like a god of war, looking at all directions, and the vigorous qi in his body is like a galaxy surging, with brilliance soaring into the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

He looked at the Five Finger Mountain that was coming towards him, his eyes burned with a flame, and a stick had swept over.

In Sun Wukong's eyes, there was a kind of flame and an unspeakable sadness.

The black golden stick came out horizontally, like a golden golden Great Wall, weighing as much as a thousand pounds, and every blow pressed the heavens down.

Thundered!

The five-fingered mountain belonged to the power arranged by the giant spirit god, and was defeated by Sun Wukong.

Now that Sun Wukong has recast the Dao Foundation, when he was at his peak, he belonged to the cultivation of Da Luo Jin Xian, and now five hundred years have passed, and his strength is not there, but after five hundred years of tempering, the Dao Foundation that he has re-forged by Nirvana can be called the supreme holy base, allowing him to have more possibilities.

Sun Wukong seemed to be tireless, swinging out one stick after another, and he seemed to be in a daze.

Tang Mo frowned, Sun Wukong's state was not quite right, he cast Amitabha Buddhism, and a silver-white flame appeared in his hand, and he rushed towards Wuzhi Mountain to refine.

"That's enough! Sun Wukong! You are too disappointing for the teacher!"

Tang Mo shouted angrily, he didn't know what happened to Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong fell into a daze and had a knot in his heart.

Is that the power of refuge?

If it is the power of refuge, Sun Wukong at this time should not be sad or happy, with a kind of compassion.

Tang Mo suddenly remembered the black energy he had just stepped into the Five Finger Mountain and saw, which should have belonged to Sun Wukong's heart knot.

"Who are you, who dare to meddle with my grandson's affairs?"

Sun Wukong knew that Tang Mo saved him, but unfortunately, he didn't have the heart to deal with him at this time.

"The poor monk is your destined master!" Tang Mo looked at Sun Wukong and said indifferently.

"Master, learn scriptures from the west? Hahaha! Ridiculous! Sad! My old grandson brothers all died in battle! What scriptures to take? Take a Laoshizi scripture?"

Traveling to the West to learn from the scriptures, Sun Wukong is naturally also inducted.

But by this time, his heart had been filled with grief, and he stopped his movements, fell to his knees, and his eyes were hollow, leaving behind bloody tears.

"Lao Niu! My grandson is sorry for you! My grandson is sorry for you!"

"Jiao Demon King, Peng Demon King, Lion Camel King, Macaque King, Yu Tamarin King, brothers, my grandson is sorry for you!"

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and the monkey's face was full of pain.

"My old grandson has hated it for a hundred years, but I didn't expect it to cost you your life!"

"It's all my grandson's fault! You're dead! Why is my grandson still alive? Why?"

Tang Mo's eyes froze, and he couldn't help asking, "Four hundred years ago, what happened?"

Sun Wukong didn't answer at all, mourning is greater than heart death, and now, his heart is dead.

This can only be solved by himself, and this cannot be solved by Nirvana.

Even Tang Mo didn't expect this to happen, if Sun Wukong fell into such a knot, this would be the real destruction, which was even more terrifying than the abolition of the physical body.

Because the Dao Ji is abolished, the talent is not there, and there is still a glimmer of vitality and detachment, but if the mood is decayed, then no one can save it.

"Enough!Monkey King, have you forgotten who you are?Monkey King, you are still worthy of the title of Monkey King?"

Tang Mo hated that iron could not become steel and said, "A little blow will make you like this, the poor monk still thinks that the Monkey King who is making trouble in the Heavenly Palace is what it looks like!"

"What do you know? What do you know? If it weren't for my grandson, how could such a tragedy happen four hundred years ago, and how could you die, brothers?"

Sun Wukong kept blood and tears, and said frantically, "300,000 demon clans died, and the six demon kings all died in battle! Hahaha! If it weren't for my grandson, if it wasn't for my grandson, how could such a thing happen." ”

Sun Wukong laughed at himself and said, "Five hundred years ago, I was suppressed, and my grandson still hated, hated for a hundred years, if it weren't for four hundred years, your brothers came to save me, I'm afraid my grandson would have hated for five hundred years! My grandson is sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!"

He is the Monkey King who fights the heavens, and the Immortal Buddhas of the Heavens can't let him bow his head, only those brothers who died for him make him feel painful.

"It's dead! It's all dead! The old cow is dead! The Jiao Demon King is dead! The Lion Camel King is dead! All of them are dead! And all of this is because of my grandson!"

The Monkey King who stood up to the sky and the earth wept blood, mourning for his brothers in the past.

And Tang Mo finally learned about the great change that took place four hundred years ago.

Five hundred years ago, Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King, the Jiao Demon King, the Peng Demon King, the Lion Camel King, the Macaque King, and the Yu Tamarin King worshiped as the Seven Great Sages, commanding tens of thousands of demon clans, meeting against the sky, and overthrowing the rule of the heavenly court.

However, at the last moment, only Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and the other six saints were all gone.

Sun Wukong was suppressed by the Buddha, and he never understood why the six brothers did not act according to the agreement, and even in the end, they did not come to help him, which seemed to him to be a betrayal.

Therefore, he hated for a hundred years and hated the betrayal of the great sages.

It wasn't until four hundred years ago that he learned the truth.