Yang Jian's heavenly eyes emitted a golden glow, shooting towards the mist.

The fog shrank, and the Dream Demon let out a terrible scream.

The edge of the fog is pitch black, which contrasts sharply with the white fog.

The tip of Yang Jian's spear pointed at the pitch black, and the tip of the spear shot out a little light, and the light gradually increased, and the cry of the dream demon became more and more miserable.

"This world is created by you, you have no body, no primordial spirit, only a desire, and you will not be hurt. And if I die in a dream, I will die in reality. It looks like you're on the safe side. Yang Jian said as he drew a strange pattern with the tip of the spear.

Wherever the three-pointed two-edged spear moves, the light shines.

The white mist had shrunk to about a zhang, constantly shaking and breaking through, but it could never get rid of the shackles of the three-pointed two-edged gun.

Yang Jian unhurriedly finished drawing the distribution position of the Big Dipper, and the final North Star position was in the middle of the fog.

As long as the light shines at the position of the North Star, the dream will be completely destroyed.

"No one is your opponent in my dreams, so I won't fight you, I'll just break your dreams. Yang Jian said calmly.

"Yang Jian, are you crazy?" the dream demon shouted, "Once the dream is broken, everything in the dream will disappear, and you will die!"

Yang Jian bent the corners of his mouth and smiled faintly: "What is the joy of life, what is the fear of death!"

Pointing the three-pointed, two-edged spear straight into the middle of the fog, the tip of the spear emits a sharp glow, as bright as day.

No one remembers what happened on that day a thousand years ago......

After the rain, everything is beautiful...

The distant mountains are verdant, the fragrance of flowers comes from the breeze, the sunset is like blood, and there is silence between heaven and earth.

The occasional bird call does not show joy, but adds to the sense of bleakness and loneliness.

Yang Jian is used to silence, just as Yang Jian is used to living alone in this world.

For thousands of years, Yang Jian spent dozens or hundreds of times more time alone than with others.

When he is alone, Yang Jian can think about something, and when he is alone, Yang Jian can let himself be painful in memories, sober in pain, and strong in soberness. When he was alone, Yang Jian was lonely, but he learned to enjoy loneliness in thousands of years of loneliness.

Yang Jian finished wiping the three-pointed two-edged spear and put it up and inserted it into the ground.

The sun was setting on the other side of the mountain, and the golden light was shining on the earth, inlaid a golden border on everything.

Yang Jian straightened his back and stood straight, straighter than the three-pointed two-edged gun behind him. No matter what time it is, Yang Jian's waist is straight.

Yang Jian slowly opened the eye of heaven on his forehead. The Eye of Heaven glows with a dazzling white light that shoots straight into the last sun in the sky. The sun was illuminated by the eye of the sky, and it actually "swished" away, as if trying to dodge.

Yang Jian said: "Don't worry. Little Golden Crow, I won't hurt you. ”

The sun's rays seemed to be softer, and the golden light fell, as if gently soothing Yang Jian.

"Monkey King, do you know?" Yang Jian finished speaking, and half of the sun was still falling rapidly, leaving only a ray of red sunlight, reflecting the sky as if it was on fire, dazzlingly red.

"What do you know? chirp crooked... ”

Yang Jian turned around, but saw a teenage boy monkey, holding a golden stick on his shoulders with both hands, and swaying over.

"Monkey King ......" has some indescribable feelings lingering, Yang Jian doesn't want anyone to disturb him, but he has a trace of longing for warmth, because he and Sun Wukong are the same people.

It turned out that the two unknowingly unconsciously unwittingly released each other's confinement.

Yang Jian didn't know if he wanted to see Sun Wukong in his dream, but there was no doubt about one thing, if someone else appeared at the moment, he would definitely not want to see him.

"I know that you are actually the same as me, except that you have people you care about, and I don't, so I can be unscrupulous, do whatever I want, and you can't. ”

Sun Wukong walked up to Yang Jian, inserted the golden hoop stick next to the three-pointed two-edged gun, and leaned on the golden hoop stick, lazy and casual.

He was in stark contrast to Yang Jian, who was standing straight.

"Aren't you tired standing like that?" Sun Wukong rubbed his back with a golden hoop stick and asked Yang Jian.

"Get used to it. ”

"Sometimes I feel like you're really tired of living. Like me, if you want to jump, you can jump. Sun Wukong jumped on the spot. "If you want to call me, you can call it. Sun Wukong beat his chest with both hands, howled, and finally looked at Yang Jian's eyes and said, "If you want to cry, cry." ”

Yang Jian didn't react, his face was expressionless, and he turned back into the appearance of the god who was high up in the sky.

"I've been fighting with you all the way, you have a lot of strength everywhere, why don't you feel like you can't beat my old grandson" Sun Wukong came to Yang Jian's side, Yang Jian took a step back without a trace, Sun Wukong was annoyed by Yang Jian's evasion and retreat, and there was no way. "Now there's no one, let's have a good fight, shall we?"

"Fights. Yang Jian said calmly, "Haha, you monkey." When Yang Jian said this, he didn't see the slightest hint of joy on his face.

Sun Wukong seems to see the Erlang God who is like a sculpture in his dream again. The more this person has a heart, the calmer his face is.

All these years of experience, the intrigue in the Heavenly Palace, made him feel like he was wearing a mask on his face.

The Celestial Gods of Justice need a mask. The mask has been worn for a long time, and it has grown with his face, and he can't take it off if he wants to, and this person never wants to take it off. Sun Wukong clearly remembers that Yang Jian was expressionless when he killed Dajin Wu in the dream.

"Actually, I envy you. ”

Sun Wukong leaned on the golden hoop stick, tilted his body, and stirred the hair that was blown to his forehead and blocked his eyes by the wind.

"I envy all the people in the world who have parents. ”

"I envy you too. ”

Yang Jian stood straight, his three-pointed two-edged spear standing equally straight two steps behind him. The wind blew Yang Jian's black cloak, making his figure even more upright.

"I envy all those in the world who can laugh and cry freely. ”

"We are two completely different people. Sun Wukong said.

"No, it's a human being in your bones. ”

Sun Wukong thought for a while and nodded: "Yes, in the bones, it's the same." You see people are more accurate than me. ”

The sun had completely sunk over the mountain, and it was reluctant to sprinkle its afterglow all over the land.

Burning clouds appeared in the western sky, like some monster struggling to break through, stretching out its red tentacles with teeth and claws, touching the pure sky.

Sometimes the monster has the upper hand, and the red color is more, and sometimes the other side wins, and the red color converges a bit.

Sun Wukong imagined that the two sides were at war, squinted his eyes happily in the evening breeze, and said: "The sunset here is not beautiful, but the sunset in Huaguo Mountain is called a beautiful one." When I was a child, I loved to hold on to the branches of big trees and swing, watching the sea and the sky look the same color, the sun sank into the sea, and the whole world was red. When I have free time, I will take you to Huaguo Mountain to watch the sunset. ”

"I don't like sunsets. Yang Jian also looked at the red sky in the west.

"Because it reminds you of blood?"

"Yes. ”

Sun Wukong didn't know how to comfort Yang Jian, and Yang Jian didn't need other people's comfort.

It's only the wrong time to blame us for meeting, and now, you and I are destined to be friends and enemies, this is providence. ”

"the will of God!" Sun Wukong scolded, "Providence is an excuse when people can't do something, in the final analysis, it's all because of the Jade Emperor." Sun Wukong clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and said: "If the god of justice doesn't do it, you will fight against the sky with my grandson!"

"Yang Jian will never rebel against the sky. ”

"Why!"

"Because the Three Realms can't be messed up. Yang Jian stared at Sun Wukong, "Do you know why I want to catch demons? Back then, I rebelled against the sky to save my mother, the Jade Emperor ordered the ten golden crows to bask my mother, and in order to kill me, I will always remember the tragic situation of the people's poor life, and the small turmoil in the heavenly realm will lead to a huge catastrophe in the mortal world. I promised my mother that I would do my best to maintain peace in the Three Realms. I will not allow anyone to circumvent the Three Realms. You and I are destined to be enemies, and we will never die. ”

"Sun Wukong, say goodbye today, he will see each other every day, maybe he can't speak calmly like this, it seems that we are not dead, hahaha. ”