Twilight.

The sun slowly sank into the sea.

Sun Wukong stood up and looked happily at the sunset in the western sky.

The sunset is like fire, the sea and the sky are the same color, and the sky and the earth are red.

Sun Wukong smiled like a spring breeze in the magnificent red light: "Look, the sunset of Huaguo Mountain ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped and was silent, something flashed in his mind, and Sun Wukong was stunned.

Liuying stood behind Sun Wukong, and her clear voice penetrated the barriers of time and reached Sun Wukong's heart.

"Wukong, after a thousand years, we finally watched the sunset together in Huaguo Mountain. I'm sorry. ”

The upheaval came without warning.

Sun Wukong's head seemed to be smashed by a big hammer, and with a "buzz" sound, it hurt violently.

Sun Wukong held his head in his hands and shouted: "Ah!" and fell to the ground. The pain became more and more intense, like something was about to break out of his head, squeezing and drilling in his mind, Sun Wukong rolled on the ground in pain, sweating through his clothes.

The western sky reflected a red glow, shining on Sun Wukong's body, and his head hurt even more. Liuying's words were like a spell, revealing the memories suppressed by Sun Wukong.

Watch the sunset......

Huaguo Mountain ......

Monkey King·····

Fight to defeat the Buddha...

The path to learning·····

"Master..."

On Zhuxian Terrace, in the heavy snow of goose feathers, a skeleton shelf muttered, Why do I still want to go to Huaguo Mountain with you to watch the sunset at this moment of death, even if it is only once.

There was a familiar voice answering, Sun Wukong, you remember, Huaguo Mountain was burned down by me, the mountain is full of fog, and you can't see the sunset.

The voice was getting louder and louder, and it kept ringing in Sun Wukong's mind.

The voice said, there was no affection in the first place, and those who become big things are not informal.

Every time I think of you as a brother in order to play this scene well, I can't wait to break your body into thousands of pieces, crush your bones and scatter ashes, and now you are suffering from thousands of knives on Zhuxiantai, and I finally have my wish.

What kind of person I am, you have never seen clearly.

I am a god, you are a demon, I swear to keep the stability of the Three Realms, and if you are against the sky, I will kill you.

......

"Yang Jian, you are not Liuying, you are Yang Jian. ”

Sun Wukong had a lot of sounds in his ears, his head hurt, it hurt so much that it was about to burst, Sun Wukong put his right hand into his mouth and bit it, cold sweat came out in big pieces, and his face was mushy.

"Haha, Monkey King. ”

He lay on the ground, barely opening his eyes in sweat, but his eyes were blood-red, and he couldn't see any images.

After jumping out of the gossip furnace, Sun Wukong's eyes often hurt and wept.

He massaged his eye sockets with his index finger and middle finger, and then a scene appeared in front of him: Sun Wukong was wearing a purple and gold crown, wearing gold armor, walking on the clouds, holding a Ruyi golden hoop stick, standing on the cliff by the sea, and said loudly to the demons below: "Brothers, if the sky crushes me, split the day, if the earth detains me, crush the land!"

The demons all over the mountain responded in unison: "Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong ......" sonic shock Heyue.

Behind the demons, a remnant sun spread on the sea, the sea water was half red and half black, and the wooden flowers all over the mountains and fields were blooming with all their strength, and they were in full swing. Sun Wukong put away the golden hoop stick, held the banner of the Monkey King high, and shouted up to the sky: "My life is up to me!"

I closed my eyes, and the sight disappeared again.

I don't know how long it took, the headache rested for a while, Sun Wukong looked around, but saw that the land of Huaguo Mountain was scorched and cracked, and the strange rocks around him were craggy.

In an instant, I understood that the Huaguo Mountain, where the vegetation was flourishing just now, was just an illusion, but how could I have her figure in my memory.' ”

With the recovery of his memory, Huaguo Mountain also showed the scene of being burned in his memory.

The sun had long since disappeared in the sky, and the black fog was pressing down layer by layer, and all around were the cries of ghosts that could not be reincarnated.

Sun Wukong looked at the surrounding scene in a daze, gradually shed tears, and stretched out his hand to wipe it, it turned out that it was not tears, but blood.

In the blood and tears, I saw the figure standing not far away - Yang Jian.

Sun Wukong thought that he would have a lot to say to that person, but he found that language was pale and weak, and he didn't want to say anything at this moment, and he didn't have to say it, because it didn't make sense. Sun Wukong has a lot of things he doesn't understand, but now, he doesn't want to figure out those questions.

I don't know if it's because the sun is too strong, or because the eyes are broken, Sun Wukong looks like a red veil when he sees everything, the sky is red, the earth is red, Yang Jian is also red, everything seems to be dyed red by blood.

In a trance, I remembered the scene of gouging out my eyes on Zhuxian Tai nine hundred and eighty-one days ago-

These eyes, if they look the same, Sun Wukong will be a brother with you when he is blind!

Sun Wukong has eyes but no beads! What are these eyes for? It's better to gouge them out!

His eyes ached suddenly, as if a fine needle was piercing the eyeballs.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and red spots appeared in front of him, and the red spots had a strange black, like ink mixed with blood, which made him feel indescribably miserable and desperate.

Sensing from the air fluctuations, Yang Jian walked closer, Sun Wukong opened his eyes suddenly, jumped up, and ran the golden hoop stick to the top of Yang Jian's head, smashing it down with the sound of the wind.

Yang Jian, this time, either you die or I die.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick did not hesitate and smashed into the top of Yang Jian's head.

Yang Jian dodged sideways. With an indomitable momentum, the golden hoop stick waved horizontally.

Yang Jian rose into the air and continued to dodge, Sun Wukong followed Yang Jian in mid-air, and the golden hoop turned into a golden light, chasing Yang Jian.

"Goku ......"

Sun Wukong didn't give him a chance to speak at all, and the golden hoop stick was reversed from the bottom up.

Yang Jian caught it with a gun, "I don't want to do anything with you......"

Sun Wukong didn't answer, didn't even listen to what he was saying, picked up the Ruyi golden hoop stick, showed all he had learned in his life, and didn't leave his hand again, it was all a killing move that ended up together, and his murderous aura was released to form a violent wind, rolling black dust, raging on Huaguo Mountain.

The blood on his face was still dry, and his golden eyes shone with an indifferent cold light.

This time, Sun Wukong really wanted to kill Yang Jian, and this time, no one and nothing could stop him.

Sun Wukong wanted to kill Yang Jian, but Yang Jian didn't want to kill Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's move was like a move, pressing step by step, Yang Jian kept dodging, like a snowflake, floating lightly in the air, and like a cloud, changing for no reason, making it impossible to predict his next move.

Sun Wukong was furious and anxious to win, so the golden hoop stick made it completely disorganized, and Yang Jian couldn't do it in three or five moves.

For some reason, Yang Jian's body was much lighter than before, and he shook a shot in the gap, floated out ten zhang away, and stood still on the scorched black land of Huaguo Mountain.

Sun Wukong caught up and held up the golden hoop stick.

Yang Jian hurriedly said, "I can restore Huaguo Mountain to its original appearance!"

The golden hoop stick was an inch above Yang Jian's head, and it could be stopped, and the strong wind forced Yang Jian's hairband and placket to float backwards.

The hand holding the golden hoop stick was very steady, and Sun Wukong's murderous aura was very strong, but his movements, after all, still stopped.

Yang Jian touched the sweat on his face, let out a sigh, and quickly took out a brocade bag from his arms.