Chapter 57: The Hope of Life

Wukong looked at the remnant soul of the white dragon who gradually had the idea of survival, and felt a little relieved.

But then, a bigger problem came again, that is, the remnant soul of the white dragon had indeed reached the point of running out of oil and lamps.

If it weren't for the fact that the white dragon had a unique secret technique that lasted for a long time, or if it wasn't for Wukong who aroused his thoughts and desires to live, it was possible that the remnant soul of the white dragon would have been wiped out in front of a stick of incense, or a few minutes ago.

So, how can we make the remaining faint remnant soul of the white dragon immortal, so that he can continue to live even a little bit?

Wukong scratched the monkey hair in a hurry, but there was nothing he could do.

"Perhaps, this is the will of heaven!" The remnant soul of the white dragon lay in Wukong's palm, and his blue face looked haggard and gray, but it was also very calm.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let my grandson think about it, isn't it just that the soul has lost two souls and seven souls? As long as you can live, my grandson will definitely be able to find your soul!" Wukong glared at the big eyes and said: "It's a big deal, my grandson will make trouble in the underworld again and kick him all over the place." ”

"Ahem!" the white dragon coughed weakly, and the blue light became more and more dim.

"By the way, I almost forgot about that. As he spoke, Wukong took out a pitch-black dagger from his arms, which was the god-killing dagger that killed the gods.

"...... this?"

"That's right, this is Taishang Laojun's proud magic weapon, the god-killing dagger of one of the ten immortal soldiers of the ancients!" Wukong said unusually calmly.

"Just ......"

"Okay, don't speak, keep your strength, listen to me first. Goku raised his hand to stop him.

The White Dragon Remnant Soul nodded slightly, remaining silent.

"This god-killing dagger, I have only recently gotten it, although I haven't figured out its subtlety, but I deduced and guessed from a few ancient handwriting engraved on the dagger's body, this dagger is very likely to have the wonderful use of life and death, reincarnation. ”

"Reincarnation?" Bai Long still couldn't help but exclaim.

"Shhhhh Wukong looked at the dagger, his thoughts were a little excited, "Perhaps, this is just my guess, because in the past thousands of years, in the Three Realms, no one has heard of a dagger that can make people reincarnate and die, and no one has heard that this god-killing dagger has this kind of deceptive power, because if you want to be reincarnated, except for reincarnation and reincarnation to experience the cycle of life, in these nine heavens and ten earths, no one has successfully used other methods to do it." ”

"What ......?"

"So, I'm just guessing, because, I found that there is a very large space in this god-killing dagger, as for how big the space is, whether there will be daggers or other risks in it, I don't know now, but now, the only hope that you can survive is that I first use secret techniques to isolate your space, and then implant you in the god-killing dagger, maybe, this is a way to try, but ......"

"No need, senior brother, anyway, I'm no different from a dead person now, if there is the slightest hope, I am willing to try!"

"Okay, then let's do it without further ado! I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the power of my spatial isolation. ”

"Okay, it's all up to Senior Brother, let's get started!" After speaking, the White Dragon Remnant Soul closed his eyes slightly.

Wukong looked at the remnant soul of the white dragon in his hand, and looked at the pitch-black god-killing dagger with a little emotion, and there was a kind of expectation and hope burning in his heart.

He raised his head and took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and threw it, and the god-killing dagger in his hand flew to a meter in front of him, hovering quietly in mid-air.

Then, I saw him swallow his breath, and his hands slowly danced around the remnant soul of the white dragon to create an inexplicable trajectory.

The breeze was still, and a faint white aura was like smoke, slowly cutting through the subtle space around the remnant soul.

Hiss, with the continuous output of Wukong's aura, there were more and more faint aura, gradually enveloping the entire white dragon remnant soul.

Bean-sized sweat rolled down the monkey hair all over his face, gradually wetting Wukong's clothes.

Half an hour later, a faint, very illusory cocoon of space lay quietly in front of Wukong's eyes like water waves.

Wukong took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and gently dragged the dreamlike space cocoon with the two fingers of his right hand, slowly guiding him to the front of the god-killing dagger.

How to safely and unmistakably implant this spatial cocoon into the god-killing dagger, without letting the remnant soul of the white dragon suffer the slightest fluctuation and damage, now is the most critical moment.

Wukong quickly calmed down and cleared all distractions.

He mobilized the mana of his body with all his might, and with a loud shout, he instantly smashed the spatial cocoon formed by the remnant soul of the white dragon into the god-killing dagger.

Whew, whew, whew, Whew,

After a full cup of tea, Wukong slowly came back to his senses, he reached out and grabbed it in the air, and the god-killing dagger quickly returned to his hand.

He looked at the god-killing dagger and hurriedly shouted, "Senior brother, junior brother, are you okay?"

After more than ten seconds, I heard the white dragon remnant soul say intermittently: "I'm fine, it's just that I may be about to fall into a deep sleep." ”

"Okay!" Wukong let out a long breath when he heard this, and a big stone in his heart fell to the ground temporarily.

"By the way, what's your son's name?"

"Xu Xian", after a few minutes, he heard the white dragon remnant soul weakly say two words.

"What, what, Xu Xian, aren't you surnamed Bai?" asked Wukong in surprise.

However, there was no further response below.

Wukong scratched his head, Xu Xian, is it his mother's surname?

Suddenly, he remembered that when he was in the Great Liang Empire, he had met a little boy who was seven or eight years old, and that boy, who was thin and weak, seemed to be called Xu Xian?

Could it be that the boy is the son of the little white dragon?

However, the age is not right! If the son of the little white dragon lived to be at least two hundred years old?

Forget it, forget it, let's save the little white dragon first.

After a long time of incense, Wukong climbed out of the strange tree hole with a heavy heart.

Standing beside the big tree, looking at the surrounding black hole and hollow woodland, he carefully observed the celestial phenomena, and secretly made up his mind that no matter how dangerous and difficult he experienced, he must retrieve the rest of the remnants of the white dragon, help him find his son, and take revenge.

The Great Song Empire?

It seems that what should come will always come, and those who want to hide will always be unable to hide!

Wukong flew lightly over the treetops, glanced in the direction of Anfeng City, and then turned around and flew towards the distant Great Song Empire.