"This is the seed that I have refined from my ancestor Yuan Shi Tianzun, and only such a seed can grow on the land of Huaguo Mountain that has been burned by yin fire. You are the illusion of the heart of heaven and earth, with an aura that is difficult for others to reach, the seed is stained with aura in your hands, planted by your own hands, and within one day, Huaguo Mountain can be restored to its original state. Then it's not too late for you to kill me. ”

Sun Wukong didn't speak, pursed his lips, and the flame of hatred danced in his golden eyes.

"Within the Three Realms, there is only this bag of such seeds. ”

"Unless you plant it yourself, the seeds will be polluted by the resentment of Huaguo Mountain, and you will not be able to grow flowers and trees. ”

"If you want to kill me, you are not in a hurry. When Huaguo Mountain recovers, I will immediately kill myself in front of you. ”

"You believe me one more time, one last time. ”

The flame of crazy hatred in Sun Wukong's eyes became smaller and smaller, and he finally had a little more reason in the hatred.

He didn't know when he took the bag of seeds, but after taking the seeds, he didn't do anything else, just lowered his head and stared blankly, no one knew what he was thinking.

"Wukong, plant it quickly. Yang Jian urged.

Sun Wukong took the bag of seeds and squatted down.

His ears were buzzing, and in his mind there would be the scene of gouging out his eyes and swearing on Zhuxian Terrace, and the scene of Huaguo Mountain digging a tablet and breaking his fingers.

His mind was dizzy, more chaotic than before.

He lost his memory and retrieved some of it, but he was not sure whether it was true or false, the only thing he could be sure of was that Huaguo Mountain was indeed burned by Yang Jian.

If you let it go, you will be free, but Sun Wukong can let go of everything in the world, but he can't let go of Huaguo Mountain.

Huaguo Mountain was turned into scorched earth, and the brothers who used to revelry in wine became cannibal demons without sanity crying on the mountain.

The escaped youkai didn't know what happened, and learned from other people's mouths that the Bull Demon King was still alive, and presumably he would gather his team and wait for him to regroup.

But Sun Wukong has no face to be a demon king again.

At the beginning, it was not so much to get supreme power, but to find a reason for the brothers to gather in one place and carnival day and night.

Seven brothers, one head knocked on the ground, said that he would not be born on the same day of the same month and the same year, but he would die on the same day of the same month and the same year, and now the seven brothers are gone, Sun Wukong left Huaguo Mountain without permission, in order to call Yang Jian a brother and brother, he left Huaguo Mountain without permission, did not fulfill the duties of the demon king, did not abide by the promise of dying together when he was righteous, what face did he have to face the monsters of Huaguo Mountain?

Sun Wukong raised his head, but saw that the black clouds were covering the top, piling up layer by layer, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help showing a mocking smile - Yang Jian was right, Huaguo Mountain really has no sunset.

Sun Wukong looked around and saw that the stone tablet of the water curtain cave dug by himself was not far away, although the blood stains on the tablet were dry, the bloody breath had not dispersed.

How can it be scattered?

The bloody gas of Huaguo Mountain will never be dispersed.

Because one day, the blood of the gods and Buddhas will be used to sacrifice the flag. However, their blood is too dirty, and if it is sprinkled on Huaguo Mountain, it will pollute this pure land, so only the blood of Erlang God will be sprinkled......

Sun Wukong was thinking about it, and heard Yang Jian say: "Wukong, plant the seed." ”

Sun Wukong checked the bag in his hand, it was very heavy, and there were granular things in it.

I can't help but feel hope in my heart if Huaguoshan can be restored...... Maybe it can really be restored...... Absolutely!

"Huaguo Mountain will grow grass and trees, full of green, the same as before. Yang Jian squatted down and reached out to pat Sun Wukong's shoulder.

Sun Wukong turned his head sharply: "Don't touch me, hypocrisy!"

This is the first thing Sun Wukong said to Yang Jian after recovering his memory.

Yang Jian didn't care at all, just urging: "Open it quickly!"

Yang Jian, who is so anxious, doesn't look like Yang Jian anymore.

But Sun Wukong didn't have time to pay attention to this, he put all his heart on the bag of seeds.

The brocade bag was engraved with a spell seal, emitting a soft golden light, Sun Wukong did not recognize the spell, but the profound mana fluctuations contained in the spell could not be faked, indicating that this bag of seeds was indeed made by a person with advanced Taoism.

Sun Wukong took the bag of seeds and walked towards the Water Curtain Cave.

In the black fog, the collapsed hole appeared.

The waterfall was long gone, and only the black entrance remained, like some monster with its mouth wide open, waiting for the creatures to fall into the net.

The closer you get to the Water Curtain Cave, the heavier the resentment. It seems that when the fire started, there were quite a lot of youkai in the water curtain cave.

The resentful spirit didn't know Sun Wukong, so he surrounded him, wanting to eat his flesh and blood. Sun Wukong said to the nearest resentful spirit: "White Tiger Spirit, is that you?"

The resentful spirit swelled up with a "bang" and pounced on Sun Wukong.

From right to left, the golden hoop rod drew a semicircle, and the tip of the rod was pointed on the forehead of the white tiger spirit, a golden light flashed, and the white tiger spirit dissipated.

Although it dissipates temporarily, it will not perish, and after absorbing the aura of heaven and earth, it will gather again into a resentful spirit without sanity to kill passers-by.

Sun Wukong turned his head and looked around and said, "You don't remember who I am, do you?"

The wraiths let out a terrible cry and rushed to him.

Sun Wukong picked up the golden hoop stick and mercilessly dispersed the resentful spirits near the Water Curtain Cave.

He folded his hands, sat cross-legged on the ground, and chanted a mantra.

He did not recite the "Death Mantra", but the "Exorcism Mantra" to dispel the soul.

Since the resentful spirits of Huaguo Mountain cannot be reincarnated, it is better to destroy them completely than to harm people alive.

As a demon king, Sun Wukong never talks about the kindness of women.

Sun Wukong read very attentively, his expression was calm, and there was no expression of grief on his face, such a joyful and angry look looked like Erlang God.

At this time, Yang Jian was quite uncalm.

He followed behind Sun Wukong, sweating on his head, and kept wiping the sweat with his hands.

Although his face was tense and did not reveal his inner thoughts, his eyes were very flustered.

After reciting the incantation, Sun Wukong chose a place where his grievances were weakest in front of the Water Curtain Cave and dug several big pits.

Place the bag on the ground, pull out the thin thread that binds the bag with one hand, and open it with the other.

At this moment, a voice came from the distant sky:

"Don't open it!"

Yang Jian heard it clearly, it was the warning voice of the golden cicada, he was panicked and anxious at the moment, the sweat on his face was even more, and he was already sweating profusely for a moment, and looked at Sun Wukong with his back to him in panic.

Sun Wukong didn't seem to hear the voice of the golden cicada, and he seemed to hear it but didn't care at all.

He stared at the bag of seeds, and let it be said that it was the whole point of his life.

The resentful spirits on the mountain smelled the flesh and blood of the living creatures, and gathered around Sun Wukong to stare at him.

Most of the resentful spirits near the Water Curtain Cave were dispersed by Sun Wukong, but thousands of resentful spirits in other places approached him little by little, although they did not dare to step forward, but they never lingered.

Sun Wukong said to the resentful spirit: "You say, Huaguo Mountain, is there any hope for recovery?"

The wailing of resentful spirits that spread over the mountains was his answer.

The screams of the resentful spirits were accompanied by the howling of the mountain wind, which was terrible and desolate.

The black clouds moved in the sky, forming a huge whirlpool, and the wounds of the earth were crisscrossed in the form of branches, stretching into the distance, and the ravines were undulating horizontally and vertically.

There was a fog all around, and there was a breath of death.

Huaguo Mountain, no longer figs......

Sun Wukong withdrew his gaze from afar and opened the bag.

A black shadow the size of a fist emerged from the bag, and the "hula" opened up and turned into a palm, turning his hand over and pressing Sun Wukong.

In an instant, the wind and clouds changed color, the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked, and the black shadow that emerged from the bag expanded infinitely, quickly turning into a black mountain and firmly pressing on Sun Wukong's body.

The last five peaks are shaped like fingers, pointing to the sky.