On the rugged mountain road, Sun Wukong stepped on the rugged rocks and walked with steady steps.

He had a medicine stick hanging in front of him, and a carefully sharpened wooden staff pinned to the cloth belt around his waist.

Two pale and slightly rough hands came around from behind, wrapped their arms around Sun Wukong's neck, and whispered in his ear: "I can walk by myself, why don't you let me come down?"

Sun Wukong's body deliberately shook twice, indicating that this place was not easy to walk, and then lowered his head and silently looked at the road under his feet.

"Oh. Yan Xiaowu replied with understanding.

She couldn't help but tighten her arms around Sun Wukong's neck, leaned her chin on his shoulder, and slowly narrowed her eyes.

"Dumb, where do you think we should stop?"

Sun Wukong shook his head slightly.

"Do you say that there is a pure land in the world, and are there immortals living there?"

Sun Wukong shook his head lightly twice.

Yan Xiaowu asked, "Why are you shaking your head?"

Sun Wukong hesitated for a moment, then nodded and shook his head again.

Anyway, I can't find it, and I don't bother to look for it, but the immortals stay in the heavenly court, and that place is not as good as the Huaguo Mountain of the stupid monkey.

Sun Wukong finally came down the mountain, and when he arrived at a flat road, he looked into the distance, and the dust was billowing and he couldn't see the farther road.

"Shh

He looked disdainful and strode forward.

After a short time, Sun Wukong passed through the dust and saw that there was a bigger dust in the distance.

The disdain on his face faded.

Yan Xiaowu lay on Sun Wukong's back, rubbed his head lazily, and said lightly: "How long do you have to go?"

Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, turned a corner, and left this smooth road.

Who knows?

......

Thick clouds obscured the sky, and the red soil was home to many strangely shaped plants.

The carrion that can be seen everywhere is crawling with maggots, and the disgusting stench of corpses mixed with the strong smell of blood makes people not want to stay here for a moment.

"You're hurting me. ”

Yang Jian looked at Xiang Yangsan's hand that was holding his arm.

"Ah, I'm sorry!"

Yang San let go of his hand stupidly, and brushed the folds on his sleeve by the way.

Yang Jian looked around, frowned, and said, "It's even worse than I imagined." ”

"It smells so bad!" Yang San pinched his nose with two fingers, looking disgusted.

"Does it just stink?"

Yang Jian turned his head, looking at Xiang Yangsan in an uncertain sense.

Yang San pouted, "Otherwise?"

Yang Jian said lightly: "Do you see those rotting corpses on the ground? It won't be long before you become one of them!"

"Yang Er, can't you expect me to be okay?" Yang San glared at Yang Jian angrily.

"You're not fit here. ”

Yang San sneered: "If you say it's not suitable, it's not suitable, who do you think you are?"

"I'm ......" Yang Jian suddenly paused, was silent for a while, and said calmly: "You can do whatever you want." ”

Yang Jian stretched out his hand and pressed the hat on his head down, heading towards the depths of the 100,000 mountains.

Seeing this, Yang San hesitated for a while, and was about to follow, but heard Yang Jian's cold voice in front of him.

"Don't follow me anymore, I don't need a burden. ”

When Yang San heard this, he yelled at Yang Jian angrily: "Yang Er, you are just a little monster, without me to protect you, you will be killed sooner or later!"

"Life and death have life, and if you die, you can't blame others!"

Yang San looked at Yang Jian's back as he gradually moved away, and his silver teeth clenched.

"Bastard!"