Chapter 142: Descendants of the White Dragon

"Okay, then let's do without delay!"

Seeing that the white dragon finally had the idea of completely surviving, the monkey hurriedly hit the railroad while it was hot: "Because if you delay any longer, I'm afraid you won't be able to withstand the power of my spatial isolation." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Okay, it's all up to Senior Brother, let's get started!" After speaking, the remnant soul of the white dragon closed itself quietly, sealed the soul, and closed his eyes slightly.

"Don't worry, junior brother, senior brother, I will do my best, go all out!" said Wukong, holding the pitch-black god-killing in his hand tightly, his eyes were resolute, and there was a kind of expectation and hope quietly burning in his heart.

"Even if I sacrifice myself, I will not hesitate to do it!"

He tilted his head, took a deep breath, and sat down cross-legged.

Sou!

He stretched out his hand and threw it, and with a god-killing cry in his hand, he 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 form an inexplicable trajectory.

Call!

For a moment, the breeze stood still, and in the Bodhi world, time seemed to stop swinging in an instant.

Snort!

A faint trace of white aura was like silky smoke, gently overflowing from between Wukong's palms and fingers, dancing and flying, like a thin blade, slowly cutting through the subtle space around the remnant soul of the white dragon.

Hiss!

With the continuous output of the aura in Wukong's body, there were more and more faint white qi spirits, which became more and more concentrated, and gradually completely enveloped the entire white dragon remnant soul.

Click, click!

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

Half an hour later, Wukong turned around, opened his eyes, and saw a faint, very illusory milky white space cocoon, lying quietly in front of him like water waves.

Call!

He took a deep breath, clasped his hands, and gently dragged the dreamlike spatial cocoon with the two fingers of his right hand, slowly guiding it to the god-killing face.

How to safely and unmistakably successfully implant this spatial cocoon into the god-killing dagger, without allowing the white dragon remnant soul to be affected by the slightest fluctuation and damage, now is the most critical moment.

Whew!

He quickly calmed down, cleared all distracting thoughts, and instantly achieved an empty heart and a calm heart like water.

Duh!

He mobilized the mana of his body with all his might, clasped his hands inward, and with a loud shout, he instantly smashed the remnant soul of the white dragon wrapped in the cocoon of space into the god-killing dagger.

Whew, whew, whew!

When he had done this, he sat down on the ground, his face pale, as if he had collapsed.

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 lightly held the god killer in his hand and shouted loudly: "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... To fall into ... For a long time ... Slept. ”

"Okay, then you can take a good rest!" 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... Immortal!" After a few minutes, the white dragon remnant soul replied weakly again.

"What? Xu Xian?"

"Aren't you surnamed Bai?" Wukong felt a little confused for a moment.

But, below, there was no more response.

"Xu Xian?" Wukong scratched his head in confusion, "Could it be that the child has the same surname as his mother?"

"How weird?"

Suddenly, he remembered that about a hundred years ago, when he was traveling around the Great Liang Empire in Dongsheng Shenzhou, he once met a little boy who was seven or eight years old, that little boy, who was thin and weak, and quiet, seemed to be called Xu Xian?

"Could it be ... Thinking of this, he stood up with a bang, and his eyes instantly widened.

"That boy is the son of the little white dragon?"

"But, the age is not right!"

"According to Xiao Bailong, he only had Xu Xian two hundred years ago, if this is calculated, the child he met a hundred years ago is at least a hundred years old, but at a glance, that child is indeed a seven or eight-year-old child, shouldn't it be so coincidental?"

"So, if his son is still alive, then he is at least two hundred years old now?

"Two hundred years old, the change is very big, so how to find it?"

"Forget it, forget it, let's rescue the little white dragon first. ”

After a pillar of incense, Wukong walked out of the Bodhi space with a heavy heart and came to the outside world.

Standing next to 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 from now on, no matter how many dangers and difficulties he experienced, he must retrieve the rest of the remnants of the white dragon as soon as possible, and finally, help him find his son until he takes revenge.

He looked up at the sky helplessly, and suddenly sighed that he and the little white dragon had the same experience.

The world is unpredictable, who would have thought that the once beautiful people of the West would now end up like this?

Perhaps, this is what the mortal world said, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river!

"Alas!"

Thinking of the white dragon horse, whose fate has hung by a thread, the wind and rain that once traveled westward and the morning and twilight instantly surged into Wukong's heart.

"Could it be that as Bailongma speculated, something happened to Huaguo Mountain?"

"If that's the case, he... ？”

"Damn it!"

He clenched his fists hard, his muscles bulging, and his eyes instantly turned red.

Others can humiliate and torture him Sun Wukong, and even be pressed under Wuzhi Mountain by Rulai for five hundred years, he has never been jealous of anyone, and which one he wants to retaliate against.

Then, I can only blame myself for being ignorant and fearless, my skills are not refined, and my Taoism is too shallow!

But who would dare to bully his friends and brothers who tortured him?

Hey, absolutely not!

After a while, he silently raised his head to the sky.

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

Instead of hiding your head and shrinking your tail, it is better to face it calmly and deal with it calmly!

The top priority now is to find or refine a Soul Rejuvenation Pill for the little white dragon, and maybe, he can bring him back to life.

There is also the need to rush back to Fengmen Village as soon as possible, crack the remnant sun blood curse as soon as possible, return to the original world to take a look, and then make plans.

However, it is difficult to find or refine a Soul Rejuvenation Pill.

Thinking that Taishang Laojun's Nine Turns Soul Rejuvenation Pill can not only resurrect the dead, but also the dead immortals, and it can also be forcibly reversed, which is really terrifying.

The Nine Turns of the Soul Pill against the sky, there is only one Laojun in the world.

It's a pity, in this state now, where to find it?

If you refine the pill yourself, how can you refine it?

Is it just a vague memory and a hint of taste buds?

He reached out and touched the three-legged tripod in his arms.

There should be no problem with the tripod of the refiner, this guy must be a good choice for the refiner no matter the material or otherwise.