Chapter 137: Golden Desert

"What? How dare you call me a pig's head and a pig's brain?"

The pig-headed guy was furious when he heard this, he turned his head to look left and right, waved his big round hand, and shouted angrily: "Brothers, give it to me, beat him!" Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hey, hey!"

Wukong sneered, and the purple thunder dementor in his hand gently rippled, baring his monkey teeth, and greeted him mercilessly.

Since entering this forbidden place, he has found that the cultivators here, whether they are humans or demons, are all extremely poor, and they all use some ordinary broken copper and iron, and they don't even have a few decent magic weapons.

"Hehe, even you broken copper and iron, dare to fight me?"

He gently waved the spear in his hand, pointed at the country, and drew a piece of wind.

After a clanging moment, Wukong easily knocked down the little demons with the spear in his hand, and was about to grab a live mouth and ask a few words, when he suddenly heard the sound of his clothes fluttering in the distance, his body shook, and he quickly disappeared into a black stone beside him.

Hula!

More than a dozen figures carrying murderous aura fell in an instant.

"Huh, what about people?"

"These, they're so beaten!"

A dozen people quickly dispersed, searched around, and quickly gathered together again.

One of the leaders, the black King Kong, saw that he was looking for nothing, and waved his hand helplessly: "Forget it, forget it, let's hurry up and find that damn white horse, as for what kind of wild monkey, let's leave it to the wild boar and the idiots to find it!"

After some cursing, the dozen or so people divided into several waves, and Hulala walked away.

Seeing that the gang was walking away, Goku dodged and walked out of the stone.

"What? a couple of horse hunters?" he scratched his head in confusion.

"Look at these few, the mana is between him and himself, it seems that the strength of this Hundred Beast Mountain is not weak!"

"Hehe, since you want to find me, then let you find it!" he grinned suddenly, and his probe made the direction, and with a stretch of his arm, he flew away like a big bird.

Moments later, Goku appeared in front of an abrupt Stonehenge.

"No, I don't have much time, this beast mountain is vast, there are many monsters, if you have to look for it layer by layer like a headless fly, then you have to find what year and month?"

"Is it really impossible to fight from the beginning?"

"Besides, that strange whining sound, maybe it's just a nonsense?"

"Maybe, it's another trap?"

"That... Isn't Lao Sun fooled?"

While he was thinking about it here, a mournful whine was faintly heard in the air again as a gentle breeze blew in the distance.

"Damn it!"

"Again?"

He squinted his monkey eyes, leaned forward slightly, listened carefully for a while, and then followed the strange whining sound, stopping and stopping all the way, twisting and turning, avoiding countless demon beasts patrolling the mountain, and gradually came to the second layer of the Hundred Beasts Mountain, the boundless golden desert sea.

The golden desert, with its gravel like gold, rises and falls, and the sand dunes are vast and scorching.

Here, during the day, the two suns shine at the same time, the temperature is unimaginably high, and as far as the eye can see, there is a steam-like billowing heat wave and self-burning fireball valley grass everywhere.

As soon as the sun sets, the desert is filled with strong winds, rolling clouds, and heavy rain, and because the rain accumulates so quickly, the sand instantly becomes a river, and there are small lakes and ravines washed out by the flood.

Then, the rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the stars did not come out, and the temperature here was instantly unimaginably cold.

Wukong couldn't help but shudder, and walked briskly against a blurred background.

In front of the tall golden triangular tower, Wukong searched carefully, saw that there was nothing to gain, sighed, and sat down next to a dead 10,000-year-old poplar.

He raised his head slightly, looking at the slightly empty sky above him.

There, faintly, pale yellow stars could be faintly seen.

The breeze blew, and a thin cloud gradually obscured the stars, but when the clouds drifted away, the little stars quietly revealed their clean little faces.

"Hey, what the hell is this place?"

He shook his head a little helplessly, and for a while, he was a little confused.

In the past month or so, he has been bumpy and displaced all the way from being seriously injured and dying, his life hanging by a thread to his physical recovery, and he has experienced dangerous twists and turns all the way, which can be said to be embarrassed and running for his life. Come to think of it, this kind of encounter couldn't be worse.

But now, it is incomprehensible that he ran into the Hundred Beast Mountain again for an inexplicable sound for a strange whining sound.

Is he going to be so exhausted?

Nothing else?

There is still more than a month to go, and we will have to finish the three-month difficult period that Bodhi said.

He stretched his arms slightly towards the sky, and then lay back gently on the stone.

He put his hands behind his head, chewed a dog's tail grass in his mouth, and his monkey eyes were blurred, still looking up at the sky above him, his eyes blinking, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

As the clouds turned to the stars, time passed quietly unconsciously.

When the last star was finally hidden behind the thick clouds, Wukong decisively spit out the dog's tail grass in his mouth, got up and patted his buttocks, and prepared to go around the golden tower and continue to walk forward.

If he finds nothing more, he is ready to turn back decisively and rush back to Fengmen Village as quickly as possible, where there are still more important things waiting for him to do?

The road ahead was slightly dim because of the lack of light.

But Wukong's eyes were good, and as he walked, he walked into a large forest of dead golden poplars.

Golden poplar, although still dead, has always been a very strange phenomenon in nature.

And his unfailing spirit is also very admirable!

Looking at the large area of golden poplar in front of him that had been dead for thousands of years but still standing in the night, he kicked the ground with his toes on a whim, tilted his body one hundred and eighty degrees, and quickly vertically opposite the trunk, and then lightly touched the middle of the trunk with his toes, and quickly flew to another poplar.

Fluttering!

Hula!

The little squirrels, birds, and finches that were hiding in the hollows of the poplar trees or under the roots of the trees, were frightened by this sudden start, and they jumped one after another, fluttered their little wings, and fled with their chirps.

"Bad monkey, bad monkey!" shouted a bird who could just imitate human speech and could not transform into a human form as he fled.

"Huh?"

Wukong's old face was embarrassed, and he quickly put his feet on the ground and fled like a fly.

Giggles!

Behind him came the jumble of taunts from the birds.

Wukong's big arms stretched out, and the speed was extremely fast, and he saw that seven or eight miles forward, he was about to walk out of the realm of the golden poplar forest.