Chapter 232: The World Is Different

Around, in the sky, swords and swords, shouting to kill the sky. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Wukong's fingers helplessly pinched the warm Bodhi seed, and the moment his body disappeared, the world outside his ears suddenly became quiet!

Whew! My ears are clear.

I can no longer hear the disturbing humming, shouting of killing.

It's just that the body fell into the small world of Bodhi Ancestor again, in fact, there is pain and sorrow in his heart.

The last time I entered in a daze, this time I was helpless to dodge, and in the confusion, nearly half a month has passed again.

Under the verdant and mottled Bodhi tree, a lonely figure stands quietly with his head held high to the sky.

The sky of the small world is no different from the outside, in the sky, the small sun transformed by the three-legged golden crow is suspended in the air at a height of tens of thousands of meters, shining brightly, shining in every corner.

All around, there is a lot of greenery, and everywhere is a good scene of life.

The only difference here from the outside world may be that there is only the sun here, not the moon, so there is no night.

At this stop, since falling into this small world, time has quietly passed a day.

All day, Wukong didn't move, didn't say a word, didn't know what he was thinking.

Not far from his feet, a little rabbit, with two big ears, was also motionless, lying quietly in the grass.

It's a silent world.

Although it is small, there is light, snow, and air, and what makes him even more pleased is that this world has completely changed from the ice and snow when he first came.

It's a small world, but it's quiet and safe.

If people outside don't know the space nodes of the small world, even if the supernatural power is great, it will be difficult to find this different space in a short time.

The most important thing is to hide here, so that you can temporarily get away from the disturbances of the outside world.

Wukong bowed his head gloomily, and the wounds on his body were already healed.

This is the advantage of cultivators, ordinary wounds, sometimes there is no need for any miracle medicine, and when the mana is running, it will recover as before.

However, he was injured twice before and after, and fled twice, which was a humiliation for him and a mental torture.

The wound is only the pain of the flesh, the bigger wound is in the heart.

This is a kind of pain for the proud, but also a kind of spiritual grinding.

Hey, Monkey King?

Fight to defeat the Buddha?

And how?

Thinking back on the past, he sighed!

Could it be that this is another ordeal of his Monkey King?

In the distance, two small black dots staggered, the grass was too soft, walking on it, the soles of the feet would involuntarily sink into it, looking from a distance, the two small black dots shook their heads and heads, appearing and disappearing.

Goku still doesn't move.

He can imagine what the outside world is like, but how to go in the future, he is melancholy in his heart.

"Hey, you little gray gray, in the snow, you accompany a stupid goose, a lie is a day, aren't you tired?"

"Yes, aren't you cold, aren't you hungry?" the two little black dots trotted all the way, chasing, and gradually came closer.

The little rabbit didn't raise his head, and he knew that it was the two guys who were coming, the Eight Chickens and the Nine Colored Birds.

These two guys, from Kun Yuan's bag to landing in this small world, chattered and quarreled all the way, but unfortunately, it is now banned and cannot speak, otherwise, it must be condemned.

"Hey, I heard from them, you're a monkey too?" Seeing that the little rabbit ignored him, the nine-colored bird turned to look at Goku.

Goku didn't answer.

"What the hell is this place?"

"That's right, after a day of wandering, I didn't find anything, there was nothing everywhere, except for an old tree, a little sun that didn't move, nothing!"

Seeing that Wukong ignored it, the nine-colored bird continued to nag to himself, "Look at my little belly, my heart is almost hungry, it's good for you to stand so stupidly, is it possible to drop pies in the sky?" After speaking, it tilted its head to look at the sky and smashed the bird's beak.

Smack!

A drop of saliva slipped quietly from the corner of his mouth.

It hurriedly raised its wings, pretending to cover its eyes, and continued to whisper: "Oh, this little golden crow has been refined for many years, why is the light still so dazzling, it's really hateful?"

"Roll the calf, you can!" Bazhen Chicken was already impatient, and kicked a side in the oblique thorn, and kicked the nine-colored bird with a pop, and planted it into the flowers next to it.

Squeak squeak!

The little rabbit couldn't help but squeak and laugh out loud.

"I'll grass your uncle!"

The nine-colored bird struggled to pull out its head and shake off a piece of grass clippings, looking very unpleasant.

It flapped its colorful wings viciously, shook its beautiful bird's tail, stretched out its wings and pointed at Bazhen Chicken, with a threatening face, "Little chicken, you dare to kick my ass next time, believe it or not, uncle, I will pluck out your hair and turn you into a roast chicken!"

"Cut, it's chattering all day long!" Bazhen Chicken glared at each other, just too lazy to take care of it, "I said, can't you stop for a while, don't you see that the monkey is annoying?"

"You?" the nine-colored bird waved its wings, its eyes full of fierce light, "You, arrogant enough!"

"Hmph!" Bazhen Chicken pursed his lips and turned his head to look at the sky.

"Hey, where is the monkey?" the nine-colored bird suddenly exclaimed, and turned his head to look around, only to find that the monkey was gone.

Bazhen Chicken turned his head when he heard the sound, and sure enough, under the Bodhi tree, it was empty, and even the little rabbit disappeared together.

"Hey, wait for me!" the nine-colored bird shouted at a figure that was fading away, flapping a pair of wings and hurriedly chasing after it, splashing grass clippings out of thin air.

"You're a second!"

The Bazhen chicken raised its foot and wanted to kick the nine-colored bird's paw, but the claw missed, and its body stumbled and almost fell.

"Grandma's a bear!" it whispered angrily, and hastened, trotting after it.

On the meadow of flowers fluttering gently in the wind, a monkey holds a little rabbit in his arms, followed closely by a bird and a chicken.

Flutter!

White snowflakes suddenly fell from the endless overhead, flying in pieces, gradually dyeing the flowers and trees in front of them.

"Hey, why is it snowing in broad daylight?" the nine-colored bird looked up at the sky strangely, and then flapped its wings vigorously and flew up.

Flutter, flutter!

The white snow kept falling from the clean sky, and there was no end, no end, and it just rose and fell.

In the air, the golden sun refined by the three-legged golden crow was full of light, but it couldn't melt the flying snow at all.

"Strange?" the Bazhen chicken flapped the snowflakes on its wings, and was puzzled by the strange sight.

"Is this the difference in the world?"