At this time, Yang Jian also walked not far from the Tushi Palace, and found that the Tushi Palace was lit with a sky-high fire, and the raging flames reflected the sky, and countless Dao Tong ran out of it in a panic.

Yang Jian plunged into the Tushi Palace and bumped into a man who was embarrassed and his clothes were burned in many places.

I didn't have time to take a closer look, and grabbed it: "What's going on inside!"

The man looked up, and it turned out to be Taishang Laojun:

Taishang Laojun shouted loudly: "Sun Wukong jumped out of the gossip furnace!

Yang Jian was overjoyed in his heart, but he was too happy.

Taishang Laojun hurriedly said: "Sun Wukong kicked over the gossip furnace, the furnace fire fell down to the mortal world to form a mountain, and the people avoided the fire falling from the sky everywhere, killing and injuring countless people. The heavenly fire in the gossip furnace will not be extinguished, and the fire will spread to the entire heavenly palace!" Taishang Laojun excitedly said, "I'm afraid this heavenly palace will be destroyed!"

As if to echo his words, snowflakes fell in the sky.

This scene reminds people of the scene when Sun Wukong died on Zhuxiantai eighty-one days ago.

Taishang Laojun looked at the snowflakes in the sky and said: "Sun Wukong will kill people when he sees them inside, and there are not many living creatures in Tushi Palace now......"

Hearing this, Yang Jian hurriedly walked towards the Tushi Palace.

Taishang Laojun shouted behind Yang Jian: "Sun Wukong has fallen into the devil, I'm afraid you can't stop him!"

Yang Jian didn't look back, only said: "If you can't stop him, then give him back this life!"

Legend has it that it never snows in the Heavenly Court, but who knows that it has only snowed twice in the Heavenly Palace.

Once was when Sun Wukong Ling Chi ended, and once was when Sun Wukong jumped out of the gossip furnace today.

Snowflakes were flying all over the sky, as if someone had taken a huge paintbrush, dipped it in dye, and painted layer after layer of white on the palace.

The Thirty-Three Heavenly Doushi Palace was covered in snow, glowing red under the light of the fire, and it looked very strange.

The heavenly palace is no longer the usual appearance of the gods, the sky is red, the earth is white, and the fog has dispersed, revealing a clear and peaceful world.

As soon as Yang Jian approached Tushi Palace, he immediately felt a wave of heat rushing towards him.

Walking to the door, a person was wrapped in the wind and rushed out, Yang Jian didn't have time to take a closer look, his body naturally reacted, dodged sideways, and shook the three-pointed two-edged gun back to intercept the person who rushed out inside.

The man waved his stick, and the guns and sticks intersected, just like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and there was a loud "boom", and Yang Jian's arm was trembling slightly.

Within the Three Realms, there are not many people who can catch Yang Jian's full shot, and in this case, only one person can do it.

"Monkey King?" Yang Jian put away his gun and carefully looked at the resurrected Monkey King.

Sun Wukong was scorched black, his face was rubbed with cigarette ash, his upper body was naked, and he didn't know which Taoist boy's clothes he robbed, and wrapped his lower body at will.

He heard someone call him and looked up.

Only then did Yang Jian see Sun Wukong's eyes clearly, those eyes were actually golden, as if the sun had fallen in, bursting out with dizzying light.

The dark eyes of the memory were gone, and now the golden eyes were strange and hostile.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Yang Jian asked Sun Wukong, who had fallen into the demon in front of him.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes blinked, and he asked suspiciously, "Do you know me?"

Yang Jian noticed that Sun Wukong said "I" for the first time, instead of "me", and what was inexplicable seemed to be different.

Sun Wukong pointed the golden hoop stick at Yang Jian: "Who are you?"

Yang Jian was stunned, is this still the Monkey King who once deceived?

For a moment, Yang Jian felt that Sun Wukong was joking.

In the wind and snow, Sun Wukong squinted his golden eyes and looked at Yang Jian with his eyebrows. "There are not many people in the Three Realms who can stop me, who are you?

Yang Jian was in a trance, and time seemed to go back to the first duel between the two, and Sun Wukong also said so at that time.

Yang Jian wanted to believe that Sun Wukong was joking, but Sun Wukong's expression was so serious, and Sun Wukong's gaze at him was so strange that Yang Jian couldn't deceive himself, Yang Jian originally imagined countless possible scenarios.

Jin Chanzi once said that it is very dangerous to transform into hatred, no one knows what it will become after coming out of the gossip furnace, Yang Jian is ready for Sun Wukong's three souls and seven spirits, and he is ready for Sun Wukong to enter the devil, but he didn't expect this.

Yang Jian thought that Sun Wukong would kill him on the spot, or take revenge after regrouping with his nether, but he didn't expect that Sun Wukong would forget himself.

Needless to say, the words that I thought about for eighty-one nights were meaningless.

"Who are you", three words lightly, erased everything that happened between the two.

Yang Jian's thoughts were disillusioned at this moment.

"Ask you again, who are you?" asked Sun Wukong again, with impatience in his tone.

"I'm Erlang God Yang Jian. Yang Jian heard a voice that seemed to come from a far away place answering, he was so conscious that he couldn't feel that he was talking, his thinking was slow, and even gasping for breath became a very difficult thing.

"Hahaha. Sun Wukong laughed mockingly, "Why do you have the surname Er?"

Yang Jian didn't laugh, even if he forced himself to laugh, he couldn't laugh at the moment.

"My surname is Yang, and I am the second in the family, so I am called Erlang God. Yang Jian spoke very slowly, Yang Jian had to use a lot of strength to make himself say these words, his mind was blank, Sun Wukong's loss of memory happened too suddenly, so he couldn't slow down.

Everything is exactly the same as it was back then, and time seems to be going backwards.

But Yang Jian understands in his heart that it is different, it is really different, he has loved and hated, how can he be regarded as not loving and hating?

Sun Wukong jumped up, raised the golden hoop stick, and swung it at Yang Jian's head. "Look at the stick!"

Yang Jian's mind didn't belong, and before he could react, Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick had reached the top of his head, and he finally caught it with a gun at the last moment, and there was a pain in his chest, and he squirted a mouthful of blood "wow".

Sun Wukong didn't give Yang Jian time to breathe at all, and the second stick arrived.

Yang Jian picked up the tip of the spear, and the hook on the tip of the spear barely hung on the golden hoop stick, but he felt a strong force coming from the golden hoop stick, which shocked the whole person and flew straight out, spilling blood all the way in midair.

Yang Jian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth under the shocked gazes of the Dao Tong around him, and struggled to get up.

After more than a few months of non-stop watering Huaguo Mountain with blood, the serious consequences of 81 days of sleepless sleep have been revealed, and the body is a little unable to hold on, which may not matter much in normal times, but it has become the key to victory or defeat in a duel.

Yang Jian coughed lowly, looked at the blood coughed up in the palm of his hand, and suddenly felt comforted, at least, the golden cicada was not wrong, Sun Wukong turned into a form with hatred, and his mana really increased greatly. My own efforts have paid off.

Yang Jian gasped and asked, "Sun Wukong, do you really not remember who I am?"

Sun Wukong's eyes were cold, and his eyes showed that he had really forgotten.

Yang Jian looked at those golden eyes, did he forget but be happy?

But I still remember that you, Sun Wukong, are my brother Yang Jian, what should I do?