Chapter 315 The Great Dao is far away

It is said that after the Yellow Eel Venerable used the Void Ding to instantly divert the monstrous flood in Anfeng City, Fahai stayed alone and led the people of the small city who were lucky enough to survive, carrying stones and cutting wood every day, taking soil to build a foundation, and starting the long road of repairing the small city. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

About twenty miles east of the small city, Wukong stood on a small hill, looking down at the new water under his feet, and his heart was very uneasy.

The earth in front of us is also a beautiful and extraordinary planet.

He has five continents, namely East Divine Continent, Antarctic Continent, Western Secluded Continent, Arctic Continent and China Continent.

Among the five continents, China Continent has a much larger jurisdiction area than the other four continents due to its geographical advantages, vast land and abundant resources, outstanding people, and excellent people.

From the map, Anfeng Xiaocheng can't find this nameless small place at all, strictly speaking, it should be between the narrow border zone of the East Shenzhou, and the specific location is unknown.

Wukong stood on the clouds at a height of 10,000 meters, stepped on the clouds, and lightly placed his left hand in front of his forehead, looking at the east.

There, the distant sky, should be the jurisdiction of the Great Song Empire in China.

These days, he has been thinking for a long time, and although his thoughts are chaotic, his heart has gradually become firm.

Now that all the one hundred and eight people known to him have been wiped out, it's time for him to take the next step.

That is to go your own way, to explore the road that belongs to you, and by the way find out who is behind the troops in Huaguo Mountain.

Saying goodbye to Fahai, he repacked and hurried on the road again.

Before leaving, he changed his appearance slightly, and then, along the sparsely populated unfamiliar area, he sped away at maximum speed in the direction of the Great Song Empire.

All the way, all the way, eat and sleep.

When he was tired, he lay on the stones and rested for a while, and when he was hungry, he squatted at the water's edge, took a sip of water, and ate a mouthful of steamed buns that could no longer be dried, and then, patted his trouser legs, and continued on the road.

This way, spring goes to autumn, this way, flowers fall and bloom.

In the morning and evening, he traveled all over the five continents and seven oceans of the earth, and he didn't know how many pairs of shoes he had broken, how many demons he had subdued along the way, and how many rivers, mountains, and ice caves he had crossed.

On the way, he had a moment of happiness, and he also had a moment of contemplation when he lowered his head and looked back.

And this is also thanks to the blind noise of the two stupid birds and the company of the last rabbit.

During this period, he didn't know how many wrongful roads he had walked and how many thorns he had broken.

There have been several times when he strayed into the realm of demons and demons with relatively high Dao Xing, and he was almost torn to pieces.

The road is long, and the journey is long, perhaps, this is not a physical torture, but a kind of mental grinding and suffering.

But no matter how difficult it is, it doesn't seem to be as good as the 108,000-mile tribulation on the road to the west.

Along the way, he not only had a kind of enlightenment of being reincarnated as a monkey, but also sowed the seeds of the Dao fire that he had readily accepted, and he wanted to teach his own Dao, although the Tao was not yet clear and very weak, but it was born out of nothing.

A spark can start a prairie fire, and now although the seeds are small and inconspicuous, there is always a time when the small seeds will open the soil and rise from the ground.

At that time, maybe he will have unexpected results when he raises his arms.

When encountering great danger, he has a resolute decision, and there is also a sense of pleasure in putting himself to death and being reborn, reincarnated as a monkey, what else is there to be afraid of!

When the last glimmer of hope was finally drowned in the silent night, even he, the Monkey King, was angry and wanted to break through the mountains and rivers.

At that moment, he also had the decadence of exhaustion and the melancholy of being powerless to return to heaven.

However, when the first rays of sunlight of the second day drifted back on his slightly decadent golden monkey hair, as if he had been beaten with chicken blood, he immediately regained his fighting spirit and passion.

Yes, the sky is not for everyone to be diligent, and people are not cheering up and should be self-destructive!

Who is he?

How could he be knocked down by such a small blow, and how could he just fall beside an unknown mountain stream, and from then on the wind and rain, leaving only white bones.

Didn't that make those bastards laugh off their big teeth and make their cheeks happy?

Is that still the Monkey King who fought angrily for nine days and stood out from the crowd?

Is that still him, Sun Wukong?

He sneered, and then straightened his very thin chest to the sky.

It was the imprint of the avenue left by sleeping in the open and forgetting to sleep and eat.

He shook his right hand at the sky, and secretly swore a heavy oath in his heart.

One day, he will trample all this blue sky and dark land under his feet.

At this moment, his heart was instantly extremely powerful and pure.

It seems that heaven and earth, heaven and earth, he is the only one.

It seems that this chaotic world is the real realm of his long journey, step by step to the top of the immortal path.

Because, in this heaven and earth, the only thing that remains unchanged is not only a heart that is invincible in benevolence and righteousness.

There is also a monkey heart that is incomparably powerful, unwilling to be lonely, and fearless of the darkness of power.

The wheel of time is like a sharp and ruthless knife, harvesting the lives and souls of all living beings all the time, depriving those who yearn for immortality the last shred of hope and sorrow.

However, for immortal cultivators who can easily live for thousands of years, the length of life cannot be measured in years and months.

In the far north of the planet, on the Tibetan Plateau, in the highest altitude of the Gambhala Mountains, Wukong stands at the top of a huge snow-capped mountain at an altitude of 15,000 meters, looking up at the silent starry sky overhead.

In the distant starry sky, the crape myrtle star is unusually shiny, and there is the cultivation of the crape myrtle star king, where Wukong had been there a few years ago.

Ziwei Xingjun, whose mana is unfathomable, is rumored to be at least within the top 100 in the Three Realms.

Unfortunately, when he went again yesterday, he found that it was already desolate and desolate.

There, it seems that a catastrophe has been encountered a few years ago, Ziwei Xingjun is nowhere to be found, and all his disciples are scattered.

Just a week ago, he had just visited Kahan, the high priest of the Yeti Country, which was tens of thousands of miles away from here, and from his not very friendly words, Wukong learned that the Yeti Country, which was once isolated from the world and had no quarrel with the world, had also been secretly controlled by a powerful force, and that the few immortal cultivators in the Yeti Country were currently gathering in Kunlun, the imperial capital, where a huge storm seemed to be brewing.

And from the gossip that came in, it was learned that not only the Snowman Country, but also the immortal cultivators from more than ten large and small countries such as the Giant Country, the Elf Country, and the Devil Country were also rushing to Kunlun.

Thousands of miles away from the imperial capital Kunlun, there is a huge mountain range that stretches for tens of thousands of kilometers, called West Kunlun.

There, it was the cultivation of the Holy Mother of Heavenly Court Yaochi, and for thousands of years, because of the residual power of Our Lady of Yaochi, the incense there has never been extinguished, and even more and more prosperous.

Up to now, Xi Kunlun has faintly become a Taoist master, and there are more than 10 million disciples.