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The 3,000-word scripture is full of blood.

"Shura Heavenly Martial Arts!" the little monk Wukong slowly read out the name of the three-thousand-word exercise.

The little monk Wukong naturally didn't know that there was another Shura Yin Sha Gong in this world, which was actually a martial arts man, based on a very small number of fragments of the Shura Tian Sha Gong, and a technique derived from it.

Even so, Shura's Yin Sha Gong is also a great mastery, and it has set off a bloody storm on the rivers and lakes.

As the source of Shura's Yinsha Gong, Shura Heavenly Sha Gong not only does not have many drawbacks of Shura Yin Sha Gong, but also can cultivate to a higher realm, to the extreme, and even incarnate Shura, which can set off a monstrous sea of blood in the world.

It's just that at this moment, the state of the little monk Wukong is also very wrong, his soul seems to have become sluggish itself, and after the three-thousand-word cultivation of the Heavenly Demon Gong is reflected in the depths of his soul, it has turned into another exercise, suspended above the sea of consciousness that has turned into a sea of blood.

The black Buddha came from nothingness, and directly smashed the sea of blood with one palm, and all the words in the void were classified as nothingness.

The bamboo that incarnated as the black Buddha didn't have time to do more, so he directly selected an exercise that he thought was suitable, imprinted on the sea of knowledge of the little monk Wukong, and disappeared in an instant.

In the outside world, the blood-colored lotus flower at the foot of the bamboo is a thousand miles away, and after a few steps, it disappears into the reckless red dust, and it is difficult to find a trace.

Almost at the same time, the ancient legend and the fire cloud evil god appeared in the wild temple at the same time, and at the same time found the little monk Wukong who was in a coma.

"Who was that just now?" The Huoyun Evil God didn't seem to know Xuzhu, he just felt a huge aura that didn't belong to him, and at the same time, he also felt the fluctuation of the breath of the ancient legend, so he followed the wind.

And the ancient legend has to think more.

He was very sure that the fleeting breath originated from the bamboo.

But at this moment, in this world that he has been running for eight years, he has lost the trace of the ruins.

This shows that Xuzhu has made arrangements in this world, and has some means to blur his Yuan Shen perception.

"What kind of moth does Xuzhu want to make trouble? And since he chose to hide his tracks, why did he expose his breath?" Gu Chuanxia had a lot of doubts in his heart, and naturally he had no intention of solving Gu Chuanxia's doubts.

Seeing that Gu Chuanxia didn't answer, the Huoyun Evil God was not angry, but just stretched out his hand and grabbed Wukong, the little monk who was lying on the ground unconscious.

Gu Chuanxia's eyes flashed, and he swiped hard with his fingers together.

A sword light flashed by.

The Fire Cloud Evil God flipped his palm and narrowly dodged.

That sword light pierced the void and disappeared on the other side of the space, as if it had never appeared.

Gu Chuanxia had already taken the lead and grabbed the little monk Wukong in his hands.

"Huh!" With this start, Gu Chuanxia was keenly aware of the special features of the little monk Wukong.

"It's actually ... I didn't think it existed, but I didn't expect it to be. Gu Chuanxia couldn't help but mutter.

The curiosity of the Huoyun Evil God has been aroused, and he is not angry, as soon as he reached out and grabbed one of the arms of the little monk Wukong, a stream of true qi probed into the body of the little monk Wukong.

At first, I didn't see anything wrong. But after three breaths, his complexion became strange and wonderful. There was a rainbow light flickering in the eyeholes, faintly like a murderous intent boiling.

If it weren't for the little monk Wukong who was almost held in the arms of Gu Chuanxia at this moment, he would definitely have directly slapped him and killed him.

"I can't believe that such a constitution really exists. In the entire world of dense fantasy, such a monster was born that exterminated all illusions. The Fire Cloud Evil God said in an inexplicable tone.

This special nature is very similar to the fantasy killer of Shangjo Danma.

It's just more thorough, no longer limited to one hand, but the whole person itself.

The little monk Wukong himself is like a black hole. All the power that comes from fantasy and illusion will be returned to nothingness by him, devoured and eliminated.

This is simply the natural nemesis of all those who cultivate the Great Dao of Void and Reality.

Of course, with the little monk's ability, he can't restrain the ancient legend. What's more, although Gu Chuanxia is rooted in the dream world nurtured by the Illusory Avenue, he is not only good at the Illusory Avenue.

And the dream world of Gu Chuanxia has reached the level of the integration of virtual and real, and arbitrary transformation cannot be summarized as pure unreality.

"Could it be that Xuzhu is using this kid to do some experiments, trying to find a way to target me?"

However, this thought only turned in his mind for a moment, and he was abandoned by Gu Chuanxia.

If Xuzhu's idea was so simple, it wouldn't have been far-reaching, and it almost killed him.

"Congratulations! You have now found the existence of the parasitic disillusionment, if you find the ultimate fantasy sustenance, combine the collision between this ultimate fantasy and disillusionment. You will be able to completely comprehend another possibility between the virtual and the real, and master this path thoroughly and without omission, and become the master of this path. "The Fire Cloud Evil God seems to be congratulating him, but it smells of bad intentions.

The relationship between him and Gu Chuanxia, although it is not as good as that between Gu Chuanxia and Xuzhu, is almost incompatible. But there is also competition in cooperation, and he is not willing to be surpassed by Gu Chuanxia, so he is overwhelmed.

"The ultimate fantasy? I've found it! What could be more ultimate than fantasizing about a whole world, or even a cosmology?" Gu Chuanxia said to himself.

Yes, Li Wuxin is the ultimate fantasy.

In Li Wuxin's worldview, science is the last word, the earth seems to be the core of the universe, and he fantasizes about the whole earth. In other words, all the realities and fantasies that exist on the earth have been subsumed into their own fantasies.

How is it that such a huge fantasy is not the ultimate fantasy?

"Is this a coincidence? I sent Li Wuxin, who was the Ultimate Fantasy, to the hands of the Fire Cloud Evil God and asked him to train him. Originally, he wanted to keep a distance from the ultimate fantasy and not interfere with his growth, so that he could more accurately grasp the pulse of this world. ”

"But now, disillusionment has returned. And for the sake of disillusionment and ultimate fantasy for the growth of the two people, I can't hand him over to the Fire Cloud Evil God again, otherwise the two people are too close and will interfere with each other, and eventually cause hatred in advance and start a big war. ”

Gu Chuanxia kept weighing in his heart, wanting to clear the fog and see the layout of the ruins behind the fog.

Although the Fire Cloud Evil God is strong, Gu Chuanxia is not too worried.

The most worrying thing at the moment is the bamboo.

"Since you have sent me the seeds of disillusionment, wouldn't it be a pity that I refused?

Gu Chuanxia is not an indecisive person, so he accepted the little monk Wukong, turned his head to the Huoyun evil god and said: "Then I will accept your auspicious words!

"That's right! Li Wuxin, since you're leaving, then cultivate well. Don't let him fail me. ”

(To be continued.) )