Jiu Yan nodded, with a look of playfulness on his face, and said, "Speaking of which, two of them can be said to have a slight relationship with you!"

Sun Wukong frowned and asked curiously, "How do you say this?"

Jiu Yan took a sip of wine and said, "As far as you are the person of this session, the melodious wind is the person of the third session, and the first person of the second session is the disciple of the cold wind and snow. The person of the first session is the brother of Luo Hang!"

Sun Wukong suddenly realized, but he didn't care and said: "I see!"

Seeing that Sun Wukong didn't care about it, Jiu Yan couldn't help but be surprised and asked: "They can all be regarded as having grievances with you, don't you want to hear about them?"

Sun Wukong took a sip of wine and said, "Why should I think about it?"

Jiu Yan was stunned, then couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and said, "That's true!"

Sun Wukong held the wine gourd and shook it, and said, "I'm going to practice, how about we talk another day?"

Jiu Yan nodded and responded, "Go ahead, I have to go back to practice in the future!" With that, he jumped onto the second floor where he was.

Sun Wukong watched Jiu Yan leave, then took the wine gourd, turned around and walked to the attic, took out the key, and opened the attic door.

Entering the attic hall, Sun Wukong lit the lantern inside, and the light of the lantern illuminated the entire hall.

Sun Wukong turned his eyes and looked around, and sighed in his mouth: "The environment is really good, this door cultivation mansion is really well-intentioned!"

The hall on the first floor of the attic is relatively ordinary, and the wall pillars are extremely expensive, but only a few tables and stools are placed, which are solid but not vain, which makes Sun Wukong happy.

Cultivation is to cultivate the true self and ask the original heart, not to enjoy flashy things!

Sun Wukong retracted his gaze and walked up to the second floor.

Even on the second floor, there is only one bedroom and one hall.

In the hall, there are still simple tables and chairs, and nothing else.

Sun Wukong glanced at it and went straight to the third floor.

At the top of the stairs on the third floor, the two iron doors are nearly nine feet high and more than three feet wide. It was tightly closed, faintly exuding a powerful momentum.

"There is a formation to protect each other!" Feeling the strength of the momentum, Sun Wukong muttered to himself, his eyes swept towards the door.

I saw that in the middle of the iron gate on the right, there was a concave and convex place, which was similar in size to the identity wooden plaque of the Daomen Xiufu.

Sun Wukong took out the identity wooden plate from the storage ring and stuffed it into the bump.

Suddenly, the two iron doors and the wooden plaque emitted a dazzling golden light, and then closed to both sides.

Two iron doors opened, revealing the scenery within.

Sun Wukong walked in without hesitation and looked at it in a blink of an eye.

In the attic on the third floor, there were no bedrooms, only an empty hall, and in the center of the hall was a round cushion.

Although it was night, there was no lighting in the hall, but there was a faint light from nowhere, illuminating the entire hall space.

Feeling the aura in the building that is a little richer than the outside, Sun Wukong said: "It seems that this formation is still used to gather spirits!"

Sun Wukong kept looking around, only to see a wooden cabinet on one of the walls.

Sun Wukong walked over, glanced at the words depicted on it, and couldn't help but smile to himself: "It seems that the treatment of this newcomer is really good, for others, I'm afraid that even if there is no Babel, it will be a desperate fight!"

On the door of the wooden cabinet, there are two big characters depicted, 'Spirit Stone'!

Sun Wukong opened the wooden cabinet, and there were more than 100 spirit stones in the cabinet.

The stones were white in color, like hedrons. Some are as smooth as jade, some are rough and uneven, emitting a faint luster, the size of a fist, faintly exuding a rich aura.

"Yellow Rank Spirit Stone!"

Sun Wukong's eyes lit up and he held one of the spirit stones.

As soon as his mind moved, Hongmeng's heart was instantly activated, and the aura in the spirit stone was absorbed, and it quickly swam into the meridian dantian, turning into a trace of purple and golden Hongmeng power.

After practicing the Extreme Martial Arts Technique, Sun Wukong's spiritual power is running several times faster than before, and he can reach it as soon as he thinks about it.

The aura is absorbed and gone, and the spirit stone becomes an ordinary stone, dull and no longer luster, and there is no trace of aura left.

Sun Wukong put the useless spirit stone aside, and then did not continue to absorb the spirit stone's aura, but walked to the center of the hall, sat on the ground and sat on the soft cushion.

Sun Wukong did not close his eyes to practice, but frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Whew, where is my right arm?"

Half-loud, Sun Wukong sighed and said to himself.

These days, Sun Wukong has always had this doubt in his heart.

In his mind, the two hands should be together!

Now it seems that maybe those feet could be like that!

Since fusing his left arm, Sun Wukong has never felt the induction of the rest of the golden body from the Daomen Cultivation Mansion.

He was helpless in his heart, if this is the case, these golden bodies will be easy to find, it is really how big the world is, but he doesn't know where to find the golden body!

Sun Wukong looked up at the roof, his eyes were fascinated: "I hope I can find them all as soon as possible!"

He lowered his head, and his eyes flashed with warmth: "Daddy, are you okay?"

"Alas. Sun Wukong sighed, and said with a slightly thoughtful expression: "With my current cultivation, even if I go out to find the rest of the golden body, I am afraid that I will be walking on thin ice, and I will not have enough power to protect myself." Only by cultivating to the Divine Yellow Realm can you leave the Dao Gate. ”

Speaking of this, there was endless killing intent flashing in his eyes, he couldn't help gritting his teeth, and his voice was cold: "Sima Wu family, Buddhism Xiufu, I don't care what you want, I will ask you to return it a hundred times one day!"

Now, Sun Wukong and the Sima family are an undying feud, and the Sima family's Buddhist family forced Sun Wukong's family to break their relatives, and Sun Wukong also killed the two sons of the Sima family. If you go out now, even if it is the Sima family, Sun Wukong will not be able to compete with it, so he can only wait patiently.

Dissipating the distracting thoughts in his heart, Sun Wukong said to himself in confusion: "But it's strange, listening to what Dugu Daoist said, this left arm fell from the sky, with the scheming methods of the old man, how could he not completely seal it, and let the left arm fall here alone?"

Sun Wukong still had doubts in his heart, and boldly guessed: "That right arm, will it also be near the Daomen Cultivation Mansion, but I haven't found it yet?"

As soon as he thought of this, Sun Wukong closed his eyes and fell into a daze, the power of his own divine soul operated, and his divine consciousness bloomed out!

In order not to miss anything, he still decided to look for it again near the Daomen Cultivation Mansion.

His consciousness was like a tide, and he quickly covered the surroundings, and the competition could extend more than ten miles away, and it was still spreading.

With the improvement of his own cultivation, Sun Wukong's divine soul is becoming stronger and stronger!

"Such a strong divine soul power, who is this?"

Sun Wukong's divine sense rolled by, without the slightest scruples, shocking the entire elite pavilion. However, because the attic where Sun Wukong was located was shielded by a formation, they were unable to accurately analyze the release place of the power of divine soul perception.

In front of the gate of the Elite Pavilion, in the attic with only one floor, the Wuwei Daoist who was pouring himself a drink suddenly shuddered, and a light shot out of his eyes. Although he didn't use his divine sense, his gaze seemed to pass through the void and landed accurately on the attic where Sun Wukong was. After half a sound, he said to himself in some surprise: "Looking at its direction, it should be a disciple in the Elite Pavilion, right?"

A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he drank the wine in his cup, and said, "Although most of the disciples in the Elite Pavilion are not low in cultivation, they have never had such a powerful Divine Soul Perception, so I think it must be the child who just came today!"

Wuwei Daoren's tone was affirmative, and his tone was full of undisguised appreciation, but he was also a little surprised and regretful: "The cultivation is not high, but the divine soul is enough to be comparable to most people in the Shenhuang Realm, why is this?" However, such a talent is really rare, no wonder that Bai Wuming guy is so attentive, but unfortunately, he let him take the lead!"

Sun Wukong's divine sense spread nearly twenty miles away, but there was still no sense of the golden body feedback, and still uneasy, the power of the golden body in his left arm was also fused into the divine soul, constantly blooming!

PS: Tomorrow's Mid-Autumn Festival, here I wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and a family reunion.