When he found out that Journey to the West was just a scam, Huaguo Mountain had become a scorched earth, and everything seemed to be too late.

The vast land of Shenzhou, I don't know how many thousands of miles it stretches, and this ghost doesn't know how long it has been wandering.

In the Western Heavenly Temple, he was slapped into ashes by a palm, as if it was the will of heaven, and it seemed that there was a great power to help each other secretly. He became the silver lining of life, and although the ghost was so weak that it only took a wind to blow and turn into ashes, it was not completely extinct.

The ghost saw the former Huaguo Mountain, and now the Huaguo Mountain has become scorched earth.

Pitch black land, no hope.

Isn't the darkness a symbol of despair and helplessness?

"Even Huaguo Mountain, has it turned into scorched earth?, am I really going to die?" he began to cry with his headache.

Tears flowed, but it was his spiritual power that was consumed, and his body seemed thinner and thinner.

"Tick, tick, tick......"

Tears slowly slid down a stone into the scorched earth, and his ears twitched slightly, as if he heard life, in the scorched soil. At this moment, he seemed to see something, the girl named Zixia died under Yang Jian's three-pointed and two-edged knife in order to protect Huaguo Mountain. She seemed to have left something behind in the scorched earth, and that thing was called - Hope!

"I'm Goku!!"

He suddenly looked up, and a pair of deep eyes burst out with a sharp lightning, piercing the void.

The soil loosened, and a sprout slowly emerged from the scorched earth.

"Who is it? Who gave Huaguo Mountain life!" Tianlong Babu roared angrily, as if thunder and lightning were rolling.

"Hmph, if it weren't for the conspiracy of Rulai, I would have beaten you to death with a stick now!" Wukong secretly hated in his heart, but he also understood that he was far from being the opponent of this Heavenly Dragon Babu at this moment, and his heart sank at the moment, turning into a blue light and burrowing into the young shoot, and this young shoot suddenly shrank and retracted back into the scorched earth.

Yaksha waved his wings and descended from the sky, although it was a Dharma body, but it was also extremely intimidating.

With that, the other seven people of the Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon fell.

"It's strange, just now I clearly feel that there is a glimmer of life here!, how can I not find it?" said Asura.

"I'm afraid you have hallucinations, let's go, if there is life, you will definitely not be able to escape the eyes of us. Sun Monkey is dead, you don't have to be so nervous. Garuda said lightly, popped out a finger, and immediately blew the dark cliff of Huaguo Mountain to pieces.

The Eight Divisions of the Heavenly Dragon rose to the sky again, hidden in the clouds, and Wukong, who was hiding in the young shoots, breathed a sigh of relief.

Wukong was just about to struggle out of the sprouts, when he suddenly heard a sound like a gossamer.

"Wukong, I knew that you would return to Huaguo Mountain sooner or later, so I planted the seeds early. You have sheltered me from the wind and rain for tens of thousands of years, and I am a crape myrtle flower born by snuggling up to you...... Now, that's all I can help you with. ”

Wukong found that he couldn't break free no matter what, and when the voice came, he was even more shocked, and then felt that this wisp of young shoots was carrying him into the ground, and he didn't know where to go. Wukong saw that he couldn't get out, so he thought carefully about Fang Cai's voice, and a picture came to his mind - by the waterfall of Huaguo Mountain, a crape myrtle flower grew under a stone, and this stone sheltered it from the wind and rain...... His heart ached.

Suddenly he found that he was crying again, and he couldn't help but secretly hate himself for being so sissy, crying like a daughter!

The sprouts escaped with Goku somewhere, and finally stopped, and then slowly grew.

So, this invincible Monkey King was trapped again, watching this sprout grow.

The first time was when he was trapped at the foot of Wuzhi Mountain, but it wasn't his willingness.

Now trapped in this sprout, he is so willing that he even wants to accompany it forever.

Ninety-nine eighty-one days passed.

Goku discovers that the sprout is growing into a human form, with a pair of feet and a head.

The days flew by, and it was forty-nine days.

The sprout has completely taken on a human form, to be precise, a tall monkey, exactly what Goku looked like when he was alive.

Before you know it, a year has passed.

The shell slowly grew blood vessels, bones, and so on throughout the year, and it is only today that it has fully grown.

Goku felt that his soul had been nourished by this sprout during the year, and it was growing stronger, although it was not as good as before, but it was also countless times stronger than a year ago. Moreover, he felt that his soul was incomparably in tune with the body formed by the sprouts, as if this was the body he was born with.

"Zixia and I have been dependent on me for tens of thousands of years, when I was still an uncivilized stone...... She and I have already had each other's breath, and it is precisely because of this that I can merge with this body so perfectly? It's just that my mana has been lost, and I don't know how many years it will take to cultivate such earth-shattering spells as in the past!"

Wukong pondered in his heart, and after wandering on the brink of death, his mind became clearer.

"It turns out that Journey to the West is nothing more than a scam...... If you come to kill me, and now the person who will go west in my place must be the six-eared macaque! I don't know where the Dinghai Divine Needle in my hand has gone, wait for me to recover some mana, and see if I can summon it. "Wukong's heart is like a mirror, and every bit of the past is imprinted in his heart.

He hollowed out the dirt around him, folded his hands, placed them on his abdomen, and sat cross-legged.

Wukong suddenly felt a breath beating in his dantian, and he was slightly stunned, and spent a lot of effort reciting the Fa Decision, so that he could see the breath in his body clearly.

This breath is purple and misty, ethereal and elusive.

"Hongmeng Purple Qi!"

Wukong couldn't help but be overjoyed in his heart: "That Ru came to kill me, but I didn't expect that I would comprehend one of the escapes of Dayan Sijiu at the last moment, and get a glimmer of life to escape." This Hongmeng purple qi must have been inadvertently captured by me at that time! With such a treasure, I want to re-cultivate the spell, and it must be extremely fast. ”

Hongmeng purple qi appeared after Hongjun Ancestor ordered his disciple Pangu to open the world, most of them were obtained by Hongjun, so he achieved his position in the Heavenly Dao, and the rest of Hongmeng purple qi was obtained by a few people, all of whom escaped into the universe, except for some people who could capture the one who escaped, and no one could get it. There is a poem as evidence: "Hongjun Ancestor is the first immortal, and his disciple Pangu opened the sky at the beginning." ”

Wukong touched the wisp of purple qi with his own mind, and suddenly, a majestic force emerged.

The reincarnation of the universe, the desolate world!

The scenes were clearly imprinted in his eyes, and his eyes, which had lost their fiery eyes, brought a kind of clarity that had never been seen before.

"Hongmeng Strength", "Hongmeng Formation", "Hongmeng Three Thousand Changes"......

One after another exercises are surging like a waterfall, Wukong is simply looking at the flowers and can't see clearly, but he is not in a hurry.

Back then, Wukong practiced seventy-two changes, but now he sees the three thousand changes of Hongmeng, could it be that this spell has three thousand changes? He was stunned in his heart, but suddenly thought about it: "Three thousand avenues, so there are three thousand changes!" He used to think that he was really powerful, and he called himself "Monkey King", but now he understands how weak he was at that time, seventy-two changes, before these three thousand changes, he was like an ant!

"Monkey King...... If I learn all the spells in this Hongmeng purple qi, it will be about the same, I used to really sit in the well and watch the sky! Hmph, when Lao Tzu learns the skill, he will definitely kill the West Heaven and find Na Ru to settle accounts!"

Wukong thought angrily, his fists clenched so crunched, and the dirt around him collapsed.

"Buddhism took advantage of the westward journey to introduce Buddhist scriptures to Middle-earth, and then it was good to compete with Taoism for the power of incense and incense, and expand its own power! Shakyamuni, you are very calculating. But it's a pity that you didn't slap your grandfather Wukong to death, I'm afraid it's the biggest mistake of your life. When I learn these skills, I will tear you to shreds in the future!"

Wukong thought about it, so he sank his mind into his body again to feel the Hongmeng purple qi.

There are many methods in this Hongmeng purple qi, these methods are groundbreaking, and they are the closest to the "Dao" spells in the world, which are very powerful, but they are also extremely obscure, and Wukong's thorough comprehension ability can only break through the skin.

Wukong is one with the sprouts left by this Zixia, and his physical body is extremely fragile, not to mention that King Kong is not bad, I am afraid that an adult can hurt him with a little force. Therefore, he quickly picked out a spell called "Hongmeng Alchemy Technique" among the Hongmeng Purple Qi to cultivate.

As a result, the people living in the surrounding area often felt the shaking of the land during the month.

At first, they were terrified and worshiped the Lord of the Land every day, but then they became a little accustomed to it.

Wukong tempers his body with Hongmeng purple qi every day and endures unimaginable pain.

Na Hongmeng's purple qi is extremely domineering, often breaking the muscles and bones, but then it is repaired again, and after repeated polishing, Wukong's body has become more and more powerful.

Cultivating immortals has to endure loneliness, of course Wukong can calm down and carefully study the thousands of spell changes in the Hongmeng purple qi, he was imprisoned by Rulai under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years, and now the suffering, what is it?

Time slowly flowed through Goku's fingertips, and he didn't know how many days and moons had passed.

On this day, the Hongmeng purple qi suddenly rushed into his brain, exploded, and purple light spread all over his body, his originally fragile flesh became solid at this moment, the pores were all open, and the skin surface was like breathing, and each pore was swallowing Hongmeng purple qi.

"It's finally small!"

Wukong was in ecstasy, pinched his fingers, and another month passed.

Counting the time, it has been July of the year since he was almost wiped out by Rulai's palm.

It's night.

With a loud bang, the mountain rock exploded, and a purple light rose into the sky, flying into a house.

But in a moment, a young man in green clothes quietly walked out of it.

The next day, the villagers woke up and found that there was a big pit in the open field that was almost impossible to see, and remembered the loud noise of last night, and they didn't know which demon had cultivated to perfection?

PS: [Recently, many people have come to scold me for the relationship between Pangu and Hongjun, and I am very annoyed, so I added a 'poem as proof' in the first chapter, this poem is not made up by me, but it is. What is a novel, isn't a novel just an apocryphal? This is a novel of a hero, not a history!]