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Wukong's muscles all over his body began to tremble, and he relied on gritting his teeth to barely let the golden hoop stick out of his control, and when the ten-zhang long golden hoop stick swept to a small half circle, those surviving demon wolves finally became frightened, and they all whined and fled with their tails between their legs. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The golden gleaming and unpredictable rods, the bloodied and bared teeth of the blond boy with a smile on his face, are destined to become a nightmare in the hearts of these demon wolves.

Almost at the same time as the demon wolves retreated, Wukong could no longer support the consumption of the golden hoop stick, and the ten-zhang long rod quickly turned into a touch of golden light and drilled into the monkey's body.

When the crisis receded, the immortal Ryoma glanced at the misty golden halo in the distance, which was the direction of the Pure Land and its home, and then at the blonde boy beside him, hesitated for a moment, and quietly took a few steps back.

Seeing that the blonde boy was still looking at the direction of the demon wolf's retreat, he didn't seem to pay attention, and quietly trotted out of a distance.

This time there was still no boy to stop him, Ryoma finally couldn't help but run wildly, just a moment before entering the golden halo, Ryoma suddenly stopped, twisted his head and looked in the direction of the boy from afar.

The blonde boy was still the same as before, holding the stick in both hands, but finally heard the sound of horses' hooves and turned his head to look at Ryoma, who was fleeing away.

Ryoma was panicked by his unexplained look, but then he found that the boy still had a smile on his face, and there was no resentment in his clear eyes, as if he was saying goodbye to him.

Ryoma hesitated for a moment, forcing himself to think about the boy's offense to it, and finally turned his head and burrowed into the golden halo, where it could be protected by the Pure Land, and it would not be afraid of monsters and other people's bullying.

Not long after Ryoma drilled into the golden halo, Goku fell straight down, this time he was really a little too big, almost squeezing the last bit of strength in his body.

The moment he fell, the monkey just prayed in his heart, hoping that those demon wolves were really frightened and did not dare to come back, otherwise they would be reduced to the blood food of this group of beasts.

When his mind moved here, he suddenly thought of what kind of expression Sha Langlan would have if he knew that he had become wolf dung, and the last thought in his mind before he fell unconscious actually pulled a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The wild wind continued to blow, and some fine pieces of sand and stones were swept up by the wind and knocked on Goku's smiling face, stained with a little blood, and then I don't know where it continued to be blown away.

The golden halo connected to the Pure Land and the wilderness suddenly rippled, followed by a white jade-like figure poking out of the golden halo, hurriedly glanced into the distance and shrank back.

After a long time, he suddenly broke out again and ran hard to the place where Goku had fainted, and it turned out to be the dragon horse who had escaped from the previous injury.

The scars left by the demon wolf on Ryoma's body have not yet condensed, and some of the wounds are still slowly oozing blood, and when he ran to the unconscious Goku, Ryoma seemed to hesitate, snorting and digging the ground uneasily, and circled around Goku.

When he reached the seventh lap, he suddenly heard a wolf howl in the distance, and Ryoma seemed to have finally made up his mind, picked up the unconscious Goku in his mouth, let go of his four hooves and ran back in the direction of the Pure Land.

It wasn't until he re-drilled into the golden halo and returned to this land filled with a faint golden light that Ryoma slowed down, put Goku in a flat place, lingered for a while, and gently arched the sleeping boy with his head, and then left with a little reluctance.

Wukong didn't know how long he had been unconscious, but he felt that the nightmare that had haunted him for a long time appeared in his sleep again, the blood-red cracked sky, the collapsed ground, the tumbling flames, and countless creatures struggling and wailing in it......

Suddenly, a huge palm shadow as big as the sky pressed against him, and he desperately tried to struggle, but the golden hoop rod that had always been satisfactory suddenly broke out of his control.

No matter how much he looked at the golden clouds under his feet, the shadows that covered the sky always hovered above his head, and finally the giant palm fell......

"Don't !!!!!!!!," Goku woke up in shock

Only then did I realize that everything I had just experienced was just a nightmare.

He rubbed his head violently, trying to drive the cruel dream out of his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, that scene seemed to be engraved in his mind and clearly frightened him.

"Why!" Wukong curled up with his head in his hands, since he worshiped the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, he slowly rarely dreamed of those terrible scenes, why did those nightmares find him again today.

After a long time, Wukong calmed down and looked at the surrounding environment, he remembered that he was obviously fighting a group of demon wolves, and fell on a wasteland, but now there is only a misty golden light around him, and where can he see the slightest trace of his impression.

Turning over and jumping up, Goku found that some of the injuries he had suffered earlier had healed with his body's strong self-healing ability.

Looking at the barren environment around him, as well as the endless golden light and shadow, the monkey suddenly felt an inexplicable irritability in his heart, and he was unwilling to stay here for a long time to try to summon the golden cloud.

This time it was surprisingly smooth, and what Wukong didn't notice was that the faint golden mangs that were permeating him were actually pulled by his magic trick and gathered on the summoned golden clouds, so that there was an area around his body that was not shrouded in golden mangs.

Wukong was distraught at this time, and only thought about driving the cloud away quickly, but he didn't notice the strange passage left behind where his golden cloud passed, and it wasn't until a long time later that this passage was filled with the golden light that later returned to its original appearance.

Driving the clouds out of the shroud of the golden halo, Wukong finally breathed a sigh of relief, the dream he had experienced in the strange golden wasteland just now was always difficult to let go, thinking that he had been away from Fangcun Mountain for some time, and he didn't know how Sha Langlan, Zhu Ganglie and others were doing now, so he was worried and prepared to go back to the mountain to rest for a few days.

After making up his mind, he had just identified the current direction, and identified the direction of the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain, and before he could move, he noticed that someone was coming in the distance, and the cloud speed was unexpectedly fast, although it was not as good as the Jinyun method that the Bodhi Ancestor secretly passed on to him, but it was far above Zhu Ganglie and others.

It is rare for a person to practice spells to such a realm, and the curiosity in the monkey's heart was together, so he didn't leave at the first time, and when the person flew closer, Wukong saw that the person who came turned out to be a cold-faced monk wearing a yellow robe and a precept on his head.

Looking at the direction of the cold-faced monk, the target seemed to be the strange golden halo behind him, it was rare to see the same bald man as the stinky fish in the sand ran, Wukong thought of the strangeness in the golden halo, and actually greeted him, "Hey, the thief is bald, Uncle Sun told you, don't go forward, there is a strange ...... there"

Speaking of which, although Wukong's tone of voice was not very polite, anyone could hear that there was kindness in it.

However, the cold-faced monk who flew over, after seeing Wukong's two pointed ears and the tail wagging behind him from a distance, didn't care about what Wukong said in his mouth.

The speed of the person flying on the cloud did not decrease at all, but with a wave of his hand, a string of demon-descending pestles hanging from his waist trembled and shot out, pointing directly at the vital points on Wukong's body on the opposite side.

Wukong was caught off guard before he finished speaking, facing a string of golden glowing demon pestles that flew in, he only had time to conjure up a golden hoop stick, and it was easy to deal with the past, thinking that the person who came didn't even say a word of greeting, he made such a ruthless move, which was even more hateful than all the demons he had encountered before, and the anger in his heart rose suddenly.

It's just that the cold-faced monk Yuntou is coming too fast, and when Wukong wields the golden hoop stick to resist the demon pestle, he has already flown past him and drilled into the golden halo behind him.

The moment the two passed by, a rare flash of astonishment seemed to flash on the cold-faced monk's originally expressionless face, as if he didn't believe that Wukong could block the demon-slaying pestle he shot at all.

The other party's expression made Wukong feel even more annoyed than being attacked by the other party just now, but now that people have already entered the weird golden halo, they have to go in again if they want to find the field.

Wukong stood outside the golden halo and hesitated for a while, before he snorted fiercely, "Phew! Sure enough, anything without hair on the head is not a good thing!"

But it was said that after the cold-faced monk and Wukong staggered, the moment before entering the golden halo, he recalled a string of demon-descending pestles that were shot out, but then he found that there was something wrong with the treasure that he had given his life to cultivate, and one of the demon-descending pestles was covered with shallow cracks.

The monk vaguely recalled what happened in the moment of thunder and fire just now, and then remembered that this demon pestle was the earliest, as if it was slashed head-on by the iron rod in the hand of the demon monkey before, but he didn't expect to hurt his magic weapon in this instant.

Originally, I just saw this bold demon monkey appear outside the Pure Land, and even wanted to block my way, ready to get rid of this demon, but I didn't expect that after a shot, not only did I have no choice but to help the other party, but I can say that I have suffered some losses.

This made the little monk Gujing Wubo's eyes glow with a trace of annoyance, and he was thinking about whether to turn around and surrender the demon monkey, when he suddenly felt something and suddenly looked back.

I saw a snow-white Ryoma standing in the distance in a panic, with something in his mouth.