"Little ones, did you hear, Monkey King asked me to let him go. The King of Yellow Eyebrows raised his eyebrows and looked at the surrounding demons, stretched out his hand and knocked on the gold leaf, and said with a quacked smile: "If you call me grandpa, I'll let it go, how about it, ahhaha..."

"Boom, boom..."

Wukong was immediately furious, and kicked at Jin Cheng with all his strength, but no matter how hard he tried, Jin Cheng still didn't move.

However, this was not the worst case, what was even worse was that all of them began to feel that their True Yuan was being sucked out by something, and this time even Tang San was no exception.

If you look at the current rate of true yuan loss, it won't take a day for their true yuan to be completely absorbed, and then it will be an end at the mercy of others.

Bajie Wujing Red Child and Little White Dragon, it is estimated that they will be exhausted in less than half a day.

Kicking the golden cymbal with his foot, Wukong pulled out his golden hoop stick and pushed it up, but when the golden hoop stick became larger and touched the golden cymbal, it suddenly stopped, and the golden hoop stick, which was originally enough to break through the world, had no effect at this time.

"This, what's going on. Wukong was a little flustered, sweat could be faintly seen on his forehead, this was the second time he panicked, and the first time was hundreds of years ago when the Great War came.

No matter how Wukong recited the spell, the golden hoop stick was so big that it was difficult to grow a fraction of a bit.

"Hemp. Wukong scolded, "What the hell is this?" ”

Seeing this, the six-eared macaque also drew his iron rod, which could also be controlled with spells, and could also become bigger and smaller.

"Brother Monkey, you rest, look at me. ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at the six-eared macaque with strange eyes, and Wukong's mouth was about to skim off.

Make no mistake, you let Monkey King rest for you, do you think you are better than Wukong or your iron rod is better than his golden hoop stick?

Regardless of the strange gazes of several people, the six-eared macaque clubbed the iron rod to the ground and silently recited the incantation, "Dada.."

The iron rod on the ground grew in size as the six-eared macaque shouted.

With a "bang", the iron rod touched the golden cymbal and made a crisp sound, and the corners of the six-eared macaque's mouth rose, full of pride, "Brother Monkey, I think your golden hoop stick is broken, it seems that it needs to be repaired." ”

Wukong squinted and didn't speak, for a moment he really thought that his golden hoop stick was broken, but it was only a moment, how could this immortal weapon be broken.

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the iron rod that had just grown larger suddenly stopped.

"Dada..."The six-eared macaque looked at the iron rod, and his voice became quieter and quieter, so that he lost his voice later.

Because he found that his rod was the same as the golden hoop rod, and as soon as he touched the golden cymbal, he stopped, and the spell was useless at all.

The six-eared macaque turned pale and smiled awkwardly, "My iron rod seems to be broken too."

What's broken, it's obviously caused by Jin Cymbal, and it's a six-eared macaque, I think it's a stupid monkey.

"Get up, look at my old pig's Shangbaoqin nine-tooth nail rake, this weapon is better than yours. Bajie glanced at the two of them with a smile and said, "Look at me raking out a few holes in this thing." ”

Why are there so many arrogant people, you think this thing can be broken, this is the treasure of the Buddha from the East, you want to break it with a rake, it's a dream.

Wukong's six-eared macaques leaked out of disdain, and they didn't think that Bajie could be raked.

Wujing and others were skeptical.

"Hey-ha. Bajie walked to a foot, raised the nail rake, and slammed it towards the golden cymbal.

"Boom.." With a bang, the golden cymbal was intact, but Bajie was unlucky.

At the moment when the nail rake touched the golden cymbal, a bright light flashed, and Bajie was directly bounced out and hit the other side of the golden cymbal.

There was another "bang", and Bajie's body shape formed a graceful arc in the golden cymbal, and then began to fall from the air, "Brother Monkey catches my old pig." ”

The words fell, but Bajie fell first, but he did not fall to the ground, but smashed on the little white dragon lying on the ground.

Suddenly, the whole body of the little white dragon turned into the shield of Bajie, and the weight almost didn't kill the little white dragon.

Fortunately, it was the tall little white dragon that was smashed, and if it was replaced by a Wujing red child, it was estimated that there would definitely be a smell of dung.

"Thank you, Brother Monkey, I'll pick you up next time you fall....", but before Bajie finished speaking, he saw Wukong's six-eared macaque covering his laughter, and Bajie was suddenly stunned.

"It's not Brother Monkey who picked me up, it's Lao Sha. Bajie was just about to thank Wujing, but he saw that he was also covering his laughter.

"It can't be Red Boy, can he catch me?" Bajie looked to the other side with a question, and it turned out that Red Boy and Tang San were also covering their mouths and laughing.

"Who could that be? Bajie was even more puzzled, "Doesn't it hurt to fall on this ground?"

However, his thoughts quickly disappeared, because he felt the smooth hair, "It can't be smashed on the little white dragon." ”

Bajie seemed to be still struggling with this question, when he heard a voice from under him, and the voice was low, as if he was about to die.

"Ahh Two.. Second Senior Brother, you're going to crush me to death. ”

In fact, the little white dragon also wanted to run, but before he could get up, he was smashed down by Bajie again.

The moment he landed, he seemed to see death, of course, this is a bit exaggerated, but the little white dragon was indeed stunned.

Hearing the low voice of the little white dragon, Bajie suddenly stood up.

When everyone thought that Bajie would say a few words of comfort or apology, they saw him stretch out his thumb and say, "Little White Dragon and I can be regarded as knowing why the master likes to ride you, soft and comfortable enough." ”

What to ride, that's sitting, and it's soft enough to be comfortable, how does this sound like that.

"Poof.." The little white dragon almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of horse blood, and it was just a matter of not apologizing when he smashed it on himself, so he could say a few words of polite comfort, but he didn't expect to be able to say this.

"Haha.."

Everyone's laughter was even louder, and the little white dragon foamed at the mouth, rolled his eyes, and almost died on the spot.

When Bajie said this, Tang San couldn't help but admire, "Why do I feel more shameless than me with this pig's head." ”

"Second Senior Brother, you...."The little white dragon was speechless.

"Don't thank me for my praise of you, who made me your senior brother, hey. Bajie pulled his clothes and said seriously.

"Poof. ”

The little white dragon was completely angry and fell headlong.

What, do you want a pig face, people have given you a meat pad, don't care about greetings and greetings, you still shamelessly say that you don't want people to thank you.

(End of chapter)