A dismembered horse's corpse, congealed blood on the ground, a monkey walking around.

The roof of the Imperial Horse Warden, at this time, is like a morgue.

The monkey stumbled countless times and almost fell, but never fell.

After a long time, he lowered his head, and stepped on a horse's leg, and he tried to bend down to pick it up, and when he looked closer, it was all over the ground.

The little yellow horse's head fell diagonally in the doorway, and the horse's eyes were filled with fear, and it had run the farthest.

The white horse was still in the same stable, and it looked calm, its eyes looking ahead, without fear, without relief, without anything.

The monkey tilted its head and looked at the corpse of the white horse, it was the worst horse, it knew everything, but it could do nothing.

The monkey poured it a cup to forget its worries, and poured it another cup to it......

Why is this so?

It shouldn't be like this!

Sun Wukong covered his chest, the place was empty now, he put his hand in it, and he couldn't touch anything. He remembered that he had no heart.

Sun Wukong sat down and looked up at the sky, only the stars in the distance were bright. He felt uncomfortable to sit on, and lay down again, with a horse's leg on his pillow, and the head of the white horse in his arms.

Sun Wukong thought that maybe he was destined to such an ending from the time he became Bi Ma Wen.

The horse is going to die, but what about him?

What is he going to do about it?

He thought that the horse could not die in vain, so there would always be someone to tell him, he just had to stay quietly in the horse warden and wait, as a small character.

The golden hoop rod flew out of Sun Wukong's ears uncontrollably, standing diagonally on the ground, and made a buzzing sound.

Sun Wukong's body was unconsciously filled with black gas, enveloping his whole person in it.

He couldn't see the stars in the distance anymore.

......

He couldn't see anything.

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"Niangniang, you are in such a hurry to find me, I thought you had forgotten that you had such an apprentice as me!" Yao Chu walked into the hall slowly.

Yao Chi squinted at Yao Chu and poured wine into his mouth with a wine jug.

"It's so indifferent to talk, no one cares!"

"Niangniang, you don't care about other people, who else cares about me, those prisoners in the Heavenly Prison?" Yao Chu chuckled.

"I heard you're doing a good job in Hell?"

"It's okay!"

Yaochi pointed to Ao Guang, who was tied to a pillar and knocked unconscious, "Do you see that person?"

Yao Chu nodded.

Yao Chi waved his sleeves lightly, a gust of breeze blew, Ao Guang opened his eyes, and as soon as he saw Yao Chi, he scolded, "Old witch, you have a kind of killing me, otherwise I will kill you sooner or later!"

Yao Chi frowned and cast a trick to seal Ao Guang's mouth.

"Unload his two dragon horns for me!" Yao Chi said coldly.

Ao Guang's eyes stared at the boss, staring at Yaochi, desperately struggling, trying to break free from the rope.

"Oh!" Yao Chu opened his mouth slightly, showing a look of surprise, pointed at Ao Guang and asked, "This is a dragon, is there still a dragon?"

Yaochi nodded, turned his head and waved his hand, signaling that Yao Chu was casual, and then took a pot of wine from the case and walked out of the Yaochi Palace.

"Don't make the palace full of blood!" Yao Chi reminded him as he left.

Yao Chu looked Ao Guang up and down, revealing what he thought was the brightest smile.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Yao Chu, the fourth disciple of the Holy Mother of Yaochi, and the first criminal officer of the Heavenly Prison!

Yao Chu smiled and walked towards Ao Guang, his face flushed with a sickly flush.

Ao Guang shook his head desperately.

......

"Ah~ah!"

Ao Guang's terrible howl came from the Yaochi Palace.

After a long time, the voice gradually became quieter.

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Once upon a time there was a mountain, Huashan.

There is a temple in the mountain, the Temple of Our Lady of the Three Heavens.

There is a female temple in the temple, Yang Chan.

Mortals know that the Temple of Our Lady of the Three Virgins is the most effective, so there are many people who come here.

"Miss Yang, why have you been staying in the temple?

"There is an older brother. Yang Chan said softly, her voice was elegant and warm, giving people a feeling of spring breeze.

"The old woman has come so many times, and I haven't seen him come to see you, how do you do this brother!" The old man was a little angry, and there was a sense of grievance for Yang Chan in his words.

"Mother-in-law, my brother treats me very well!"

"Hey, why is it getting dark so fast this day, it's not time for the sun to set!"

The old woman looked at the suddenly dark sky and looked puzzled.

Yang Chan ran out of the temple and looked up at the sky, it was pitch black, there was no sun and moon, and there were no stars.

She turned her head and saw a faint glow from a cyan lotus lamp on the incense table in the temple.

"Second brother!"

Yang Chan was full of worry, slept at the pilgrims in the temple, picked up the lotus lantern and flew to the Erlang Temple.

......

Guan River Estuary.

Yuan Hong and the other seven people stood outside the Erlang Temple, and saw a cyan figure in the distance, all of them with happy faces.

"Miss, you can count it on, otherwise our brothers don't know how to end!"

"What's going on?" Yang Chan gasped slightly, raising her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

"Originally, it was a trivial matter, the god of war Zilan caught the roaring dog, the second master went to ask for it, if he got it, it would be fine, but what Zilan said was not good, he had to chat with our second master about the rules and regulations, and no one would let anyone, no, it would be a fight!"

Yang Chan looked at the confrontation between Yang Jian's spear in the sky and the four swords of Zilan Zhuxian, and felt that there was a killing intent in it.

"Can the second brother win?"

"It's just that it's hard to distinguish between victory and defeat, so how many of our brothers are in a hurry!"

"Then what can I do?" Yang Chan worried.

Yuan Hong lowered his head and thought for a while, and said, "Miss's Baolian Lantern is the treasure of heaven and earth, if it really fights, it may not be able to defeat the second master." As long as the young lady steps forward and protects herself with the Baolian lantern, the second master will definitely stop the gun when he sees the young lady!"

Yang Chan nodded, took out the Baolian lamp, the blue light in the lamp became full, covering Yang Chan's whole body, and took Yang Chan to fly to the place where Yang Jian and Zilan were fighting.

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There are lotus flowers coming from afar, and the petals are fluttering, floating and falling.

The petals fell on Yang Jian's body, and a trace of coolness penetrated into his heart and spleen.

Yang Jian sniffed the faint fragrance of lotus flowers in the air, his face sank, and he immediately withdrew the unfinished shot with all his strength, the general trend of heaven and earth devoured his body, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Yang Jian's mouth.

Yang Jian was furious, and shouted at the sky, "Yang Chan, who called you here, go back to your Huashan for me!"

Seeing this, Zilan withdrew the four swords of Zhuxian, and the four swords returned to their positions and hung around Zilan.

The lotus rain was getting heavier and heavier, and in the flower rain, Yang Chan held the Baolian lantern in her hand, pouted, and slowly moved to Yang Jian.

"Why can't I come, do you want to come back when you die!" Yang Chan complained to Yang Jian aggrievedly.

"Shut up! Yang Chan, let me tell you, no one in the Three Realms can kill Yang Jian!

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Zilan took a lotus flower in her hand, and the petals turned into seeds, which grew in Zilan's palm, and grew into a green lotus in an instant, and then disappeared with the wind.

"Lotus rain, if, there is a saint to come to the world!" Zilan murmured softly.