More and more figures rushed out of the forest, and the inner and outer layers were completely surrounded by Sun Wukong's surrounding roads!

Sun Wukong's figure has always been upright and unmoving, just looking at Fayang who is walking towards him with cold eyes, and his handsome face is just after a moment of solemnity, he is still cold and arrogant, and there is no slightest fluctuation!

Fayang stopped a few feet in front of Sun Wukong, waved his hand slightly, stopped the rest of the people's forward steps, looked down at Sun Wukong with his eyes, and sneered with a high and winning face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Sun Wukong, you dare to offend the majesty of my Buddhism, today, I see who else can save you!" Fayang paused and said, "However, if you tell me the secret of your Sun family, the poor monk may spare your life!"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, looked at Fayang, ruined the Sun family, what is the secret?

He suppressed the doubts in his heart and did not respond, but his eyes became more and more indifferent, only to see him stretch out a hand and move continuously in several acupuncture points around his body.

In an instant, the aura of heaven and earth surged, all of them flocked to him, and in the dantian, the power of Dao Hongmeng was rapidly generated, surging, and his breath continued to climb up. Although it did not break through to the Martial Realm, it was several times stronger than the peak realm of the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Ninefold. Around its body, a violent air flow was also formed, protecting its body.

Fa Yang frowned, his eyes flickered with a cold light, but he was not in a hurry, did not make any disturbances, and sneered playfully: "Is it a secret technique? It's just a dying struggle, and the poor monk won't deceive you!" Regarding that matter, Fa Yang faintly guessed in his heart that Sun Wukong didn't know, so he didn't ask any more.

It's just that after subordinating, the violent air currents around Sun Wukong's body disappeared into the dantian in his body one by one, his eyes were exhausted, flashing with an even more terrifying edge, and the terrifying momentum of his whole body made many people who were at the peak of the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Realm also frightened. But even so, it is difficult to pose a threat to the lives of Fa Yang, the cultivators of the Shen Huang Realm, and even the people of the Martial Arts Realm, as Fa Yang said, it is just a dying struggle!

Sun Wukong slowly raised the spear in his hand, looked around with indifferent eyes, and roared with murderous intent: "Sun Wukong's life is here, if you want it, come on!"

With his supernatural powers, how can he not increase his cultivation in a short period of time, but this kind of secret technique has a lot of physical trauma, but now, Sun Wukong is also difficult to take care of.

He was unwilling and resentful, the road to rebirth had just begun, but he was going to fall under this group of lowly ants?

Surrounded by Fayang and others in front of him, Sun Wukong, who was already lowly in his cultivation, knew that there was no chance of luck!

Then even if he dies, he will bring the group of people in front of him to bury him.

Fa Yang waved his hand towards a group of young subordinates and sneered, "The Ninefold Man of Gathering Spirits!"

"Kill!"

Several people who had cultivated in the early stage of the Nine Spirits Gathering Realm rushed towards Sun Wukong, the blade in their hands contained endless killing, and they knew very well that even if Sun Wukong used secret techniques to increase his strength, the realm could not go hand in hand with his strength.

Sun Wukong stared at the several people who gathered the spirit nine to recultivate into the middle and late stages, his eyes were extremely indifferent, the spear waved suddenly, without any moves, but the spear killing was fast and domineering, and the last hit came first.

The spear attack was so fast that several people who pounced on it turned from attack to defense and blocked the spear.

"Get out!"

'Dangdang'

The blade that touched the spear was shocked by the force in it, and the spear still slashed away, pointing straight at their throats, as fast as lightning.

'Whoop'

Even the screams were not made, except for a person who was at the peak of the late ninefold period, the rest were under Sun Wukong's domineering shot, and the corpse was divided into two parts, and blood was splashed on the earth.

The people around were all stunned, and after using the secret technique, Sun Wukong, who killed several spirit-gathering people with a single blow, was really unstoppable under the martial arts.

Fa Yang's face was calm, his face was extremely ugly, but he didn't say a word.

The rest of the teenagers in the Gathering Spirit Realm reacted, and they still rushed towards Sun Wukong one after another.

Sun Wukong's spear kept waving, and the power contained in it was extremely violent. In front of him, this group of cultivators who were at the peak of the late stage of the Gathering Spirit Ninefold, no one could stop the power of his blow, and more and more young people's bodies lay on the ground.

"Those who kill Sun Wukong can directly become the elite disciples of their own sect, give them supernatural powers, and enjoy unlimited cultivation resources!"

Fayang's seductive words fell, and more and more people pounced, but Sun Wukong was like a red-eyed killing god, the anger in his chest roared, not to escape, only to kill, only to kill the people who came, to die, but also to pull them to the funeral, never bow down!

This secret art will gradually cause people to lose their minds, as if they are falling into a demonic obstacle.

Fa Yang looked at it coldly, indifferent to the death of these people, but Sima Wuhe and Wu Fan were extremely painful in their hearts, these people were all members of their family.

On the top of a mountain peak dozens of zhang high on the right side of the valley, there are two masked black-clothed men who are suppressing their breath at this moment, their eyes are staring at the bottom of the peak, their clothes are tattered, bloodstained, the eyes exposed on the veil are extremely tired, and their chests are undulating and shortness of breath, obviously after a period of exhaustion and even serious injury.

"Shu Xian, it seems that the people of Buddhism came for the prophecy seventeen years ago. Now the people of the Dao Gate can't come in time, only I try to stop them, you take the child away!" One of the tall figures stared at the peak of the Dao, and the eyes were solemn.

Peng Shuxian, another masked person, glanced at the person who spoke, and there was endless reluctance and tenderness in his eyes, but he could only nod.

At the foot of the mountain, Sima Wuhe and Wu Fan looked at the young man who kept falling under Sun Wukong's gun, looking eager and angry.

"Elder, the matter has come to this, and we don't need to worry about the Dao Gate anymore. Sun Wukong, go down and bury my son!"

Sima Wuhe roared angrily, and could no longer hold back his body bursting out, his body rolling with a violent murderous aura, and the raised palm contained terrifying spiritual power.

Fayang didn't stop it, the matter has come to this point, it is indeed difficult to take into account the attitude of the Daomen, Sun Wukong, you must die!

Sun Wukong stared at Sima Wuhe, his eyes flashing with madness!

'Whoosh'

The wind rose, and on the top of the peak on the right, two figures burst down like lightning, one rushed towards Sima Wuhe, and the other rushed towards Sun Wukong, who was constantly fighting.

'Bang'

Sima Wuhe's attack was blocked by a man in black, and between the two, a violent air flow erupted, tearing the earth apart.

The other person fell behind Sun Wukong, and before Sun Wukong had time to react, he hit Sun Wukong's neck with one hand, making his breath instantly silent, and a wave of tiredness hit.

"Dad, mother!"

Sun Wukong turned to look at the black-clothed man behind him and on the side, he recognized it at a glance from his figure, and muttered a sentence in his mouth, but his consciousness was like carrying a burden of ten thousand catties and fell into a coma.

But his original soul was stronger than ordinary people, and he was holding on to the last trace of clarity, so that his sanity was not completely lost, but he was powerless to do anything.

This man in black is Peng Shuxian, she is holding Sun Wukong's body, her toes are a little on the ground, and her figure bursts up.

"Hahahaha, Sun Guoqing, you and your wife should also leave it for the poor monks!"

Fa Yang, who was worried that he couldn't find Sun Guoqing and the others, burst into flames, rushed towards Peng Shuxian, who was holding Sun Wukong in his arms, and killed the horror in the palm of his raised hand.

'Whoosh'

Peng Guoqing, who was blocking Sima Wuhe, also flew up at the same time and rushed towards Fayang.

'Jump'

The palms of the two touched heavily, and the heavens and the earth seemed to tremble, and a stream of air erupted from between the two, scraping down countless trees.

The figures of the two were separated as soon as they touched, and Fayang's figure fell to the ground, his face flushed, but there was no big problem. And Sun Guoqing was in defeat, his veil fell off, a blood stain flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his originally majestic face in front of him was tired.

"National Day!" Peng Shuxian, who was holding Sun Wukong, also tore off her veil and shouted hurriedly to reveal a tired face, and in such a moment, Sima Wuhe and Wu Fan had already flown in after her, wanting to stop her.

"Leave me alone, let's go!"

Sun Guoqing followed closely and stopped Sima Wuhe and the others again, under the intensive offensive of the two, they did not retreat, and the fatigue on their majestic faces became heavier and heavier.

Peng Shuxian fell outside the encirclement, turned around, and stared at Sun Guoqing, a line of tears fell from the corner of her eyes, but it was a last resort.

"I want to go!"

But seeing Fa Yang snort coldly, his body suddenly burst up, the speed was so fast, in the blink of an eye, he fell in front of Peng Shuxian's way, and with a blow, he forced Peng Shuxian, who was holding Sun Wukong in his arms, to stop and not dare to take it hard.

And it was such a momentary delay, and several people from the Shenhuang Realm had already caught up and intercepted Peng Shuxian's retreat.

Seeing this, Sun Guoqing's expression was ugly, did the heavens want them to die here? He sighed in his heart, his body trembled, and he took the initiative to fall into the encirclement and stand side by side with Peng Shuxian.

Sun Wukong's only remaining trace of consciousness clearly sensed all this, and his heart was extremely terrified. He can die himself, but how can he drag his parents down. roaring in his heart, Sun Wukong couldn't stop squeezing his soul, churning in his mind like a rampaging primeval beast, making his own consciousness clearer and clearer, and he wanted to wake up. But the ban laid by Peng Shuxian is extremely strong, and Rao is Monkey King's soul is not weak, and it can't be broken for a while.

Fayang's figure rushed over, and he laughed loudly with murderous intent: "Hahahaha, what a deep love, the poor monk will be a good person and send your family to Western Bliss!"