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"The third junior disciple is not easy to trust others by nature, and everything depends on his creation. Bai Lao sighed and said without saying anything more.

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On the balcony of another attic, Duan Xiu stood alone with his hands in his hands, looking at the group of flying divine soldiers in the distance, his fists clenched slightly, and he said in his mouth: "I'd rather kill the mistake, don't let it go, if you don't make a move this time, he can still live, that's it, that's it, but!"

Duan Xiu's tone changed, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said slowly: "But it seems that it's not just us who want to kill him!"

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After a group of divine soldiers were far away from the Daomen Cultivation Mansion, they scattered in all directions, and the divine soldiers where Sun Wukong was located were traveling in the direction of the west!

The clothes of the Daoists above the wind-blown divine soldiers kept making floating sounds, but they were all excited, this was the first time they had traveled down the mountain since they entered the Daomen Cultivation Mansion, and they were still going to carry out a mission.

Looking at the rapidly reversing mountain peaks in front of him, Sun Wukong's heart moved, and he secretly said: "This direction is the direction of the Buddhist Sect Mansion?"

The only thing he misses in his heart is the golden body, and as for what will happen to Song Zhe and the others, he has no scruples!

Ma Rong, who had a bewitching face, snuggled up to Song Zhe, and asked in a coquettish voice: "Senior Brother Song, the destination of our trip should be the Xiwu Mountain Range, which is fifty miles away from the Buddhist Sect Cultivation Mansion, right?"

Song Zhe nodded, and together with the other three young men, the spiritual power in his hands was slowly output, causing the divine soldiers to shuttle quickly through the sky.

"Senior Brother Song, I don't know what the purpose of our trip is? There won't be any danger, right?" The obese young man also asked, and the details of the task were explained to the captains of each team, not to mention Sun Wukong, even the people who traveled with Song Zhe didn't know.

A sneer of disdain appeared on the corner of Song Zhe's mouth, and he responded: "It's just that the children of a village have been captured by a group of bandits, and it is said that the highest cultivation of this group of people is only in the early stage of the Ninth Fold." ”

"But there seem to be a lot of them?" said the fat man.

"What are you worried about? With my brother Song Zhe here, it's not easy to deal with a group of little thieves?" Ma Rong said with stars in her eyes.

"That is, Senior Brother Song has a mid-level cultivation of the ninth fold, and he ranks in the top twenty on the elite list. With Senior Brother Song leading us, we will naturally be victorious!" The other two men complimented with flattery.

Listening to the compliments of Ma Rong's group, Song Zhe's face showed a look of enjoyment, he was the first person, one session earlier than the melodious wind.

Ma Rong squinted and glanced at Sun Wukong and the others, and said, "It's a pity that I brought this large group of oil bottles." ”

Chu Tianxiong and several other newcomers all had ugly faces when they heard this, and they all wanted to respond.

Sun Wukong waved his hand to stop them, and said with the slightest change in his face: "Don't pay attention to them, they all strive to put themselves in their heyday, that group of bandits has children in their hands, don't be careless!"

After a pause, Sun Wukong looked at Song Zhe, his eyes became as sharp as a knife, and his voice was indifferent and solemn: "At that time, our first priority is to rescue the children, and I also hope that you will not startle the snakes in advance before rescuing the children, which will anger the bandits." As for our safety, you need not worry!"

Ma Rong looked at Sun Wukong and reprimanded him coldly: "Sun Wukong, how did you talk to my Senior Brother Song?

"That's it, it's just too rude for a newcomer, Senior Brother Song, is our captain, where is your turn to get Sun Wukong to point fingers!"

Song Zhe waved his hand indifferently and said, "Arrogant, don't pay attention to him." ”

Sun Wukong glanced at a few of them coldly, and didn't bother to pay attention to it.

Reverse Huairen and others also closed their eyes on the divine soldiers.

The divine soldiers roared through the air, and after a while, they reached dozens of miles away.

Sun Wukong's eyes closed slightly, and it was not until some Taoist disciples exclaimed that he broke open his eyes.

"Is this the Buddha Sect Mansion? That Buddha statue is so big!"

Sun Wukong opened his eyes and looked at the mountains below a few miles in front of him, some attic halls loomed, and a big Buddha stood on the top of the peak, solemn and sacred.

Just glanced at it, Sun Wukong closed his eyes, and a powerful divine sense combined with the power of the golden body bloomed out, and in an instant, it shrouded dozens of miles of Buddhist cultivation below.

'Buzz'

Even though he knew that the golden body was suppressed, there was still a familiar response from a familiar feeling, which made Sun Wukong's heart excited.

"Who?"

A monstrous coercion suddenly struck from the jungle below, and the shouts reverberated through the surrounding world, causing the flying divine soldiers to tremble, unable to move forward.

Sun Wukong hurriedly dispersed his consciousness and pretended to be nothing.

Song Zhe's face was slightly shocked, and he hurriedly clasped his fists at the mountain range below, and said loudly: "The junior and the others are disciples of the Daomen Cultivation Mansion, and they are going to carry out the mission, passing through here!"

That powerful coercion enveloped everyone, even Sun Wukong, it was only swept away, and finally stopped at Song Zhe, who had the highest cultivation.

"Definitely, let's go!"

The sound sounded again, and the coercion that enveloped everyone dissipated.

"Thank you, senior!"

Song Zhe clasped his fists again and saluted, guiding the divine soldiers to advance again.

It wasn't until the divine soldiers were far away that the fat man said to Song Zhe in fear: "Senior Brother Song, why did this Buddhist man stop us for no reason?"

Song Zhe also frowned and was puzzled, but said in his mouth: "Who knows, don't say more, hurry up!"

Sun Wukong closed his eyes and meditated, and he felt a little afraid in his heart because of the act of blooming his divine sense to detect the golden body under the excitement of Fang Cai.

Fortunately, everyone's cultivation is still low, and there are quite a few people, making it difficult for them to suspect Sun Wukong!

Half an hour later, the speed of the divine soldier slowly slowed down and headed downward.

Everyone looked down condescendingly, and some of the houses in the mountain range were visible at a glance, and they could vaguely see that except for some villagers below, there were people from both camps.

"I didn't expect that the people from the Buddhist and Confucian Sects had arrived!" a young man pouted.

"The place where they cultivated their mansion was closer to our Daomen, so it was normal to arrive a moment earlier. The fat man replied.

"The people of the three sects work together, and they must be able to accomplish this task easily!" said the other with a look of victory.

"Hmph, I don't need them, I, Song Zhe, can also lead you to complete it alone!" Song Zhe sneered.

"What Senior Brother Song said is that Senior Brother lost his words!" the young Taoist hurriedly smiled.

The divine soldiers landed on the ground in the village, and the group of people all walked off the divine soldiers.

"The people of the old generation of the hometown welcome the young man of the Daomen!"

An old man who seemed to be the head of the township here smiled enthusiastically at everyone.

Song Zhe glanced at the two groups of people not far away, they were all Confucian and Buddhist people, and he only nodded slightly to the old man, and then led Ma Rong and the others towards the two groups of people, extremely rude.

Seeing the embarrassed look on the old man's face, Sun Wukong hurriedly stepped forward, smiled on his handsome face, and said politely: "The old man doesn't need to be polite, please tell us about the situation here, so that we can rescue the children who were captured by the bandits as soon as possible!"

The old man nodded, tears flashing in his eyes, and sighed and said, "Here's how it ·····"

"You're the Monkey King, but that's it!"

An arrogant voice interrupted the old man's beginning of the story, which made Sun Wukong's face immediately become extremely unhappy, and he followed the prestige with cold eyes.