In exchange, the Witchbook reveals the secrets of the Immortal Tomb, and he gets half of the time of the Monkey King.

Due to the fusion of gods and souls, "Witch Book" and Sun Wukong form one body and two souls, one death is death, Sun Wukong is not afraid of death, but Ning Wujian can't do it, after all, this state is not without a way to unravel it, Kunpeng was the same back then, isn't it separated?

The body of the day is controlled by the Monkey King, and the night is controlled by the "Witch Book".

Thanks to the "Witch Book", Sun Wukong's strength has also stepped into the realm of mixed elements, and his strength is not weak.

"The person who shot before wasn't the Witch Book, right?" On the top of a mountain, Ning Wujian and Sun Wukong sat opposite each other.

"It can't be the Witchbook that can play that rhythm. Thinking of the previous piano sound, Ning Wuqian asked.

Sun Wukong drank wine and nodded, "The "Witch Code" is bent on destroying my old grandson's consciousness, and I am restrained by my old grandson, and it is the ghost who shot it, she is a curse herself, she took the "Witch Book" to the Xuan Wilderness, and wanted to enter the fairy tomb, but was killed by the strong man of the fairy tomb, and fused with the taboo curse of the "Witch Book" to form a unique existence. Because she was born from the "Witch Book", the "Witch Book" was able to control her, but after the "Witch Book" consciousness was separated from that book, her control over that book was greatly reduced, and she had fled. ”

rescued Sun Wukong and eliminated the threat of the "Witch Book", Ning Wujian and Sun Wukong left the wasteland.

The Wu clan stationed, Ning Wuqian handed over the "Witch Code" book to the ancestral witches, as for the fact that the consciousness of the "Witch Code" has been reincarnated, Ning Wujian did not explain much, although the "Witch Book" is still very eager for this book, but he is afraid of Ning Wuji, so he can only shut up.

There is a feast in the world, Ning Bowu now has a family in the Wu clan, it is naturally impossible to leave with Ning Wujian, Ning Wuqian never reluctantly, everyone has their own life, he can make Ning Bowu above 10,000 people. There are countless beauties and countless money, but Ning Bowu will not be happy.

Not only Ning Bowu, Ning Wujian has the same attitude towards everyone, and will never force him to do things that he is unhappy about, just like he himself doesn't like others to threaten him to do things.

And although Ning Wushuang is also a witch clan, he is a witch bloodline, and now that the witch clan has left the wilderness, he is in command of the witches. Integrating with the Central Plains human race can be regarded as a success, and he also has his own life, which has long since left.

However, not long after Ning Wujian left the Wu Clan's residence.

"Truly......" A wail came, faint, poignant.

The rich corpse qi exuded a foul smell, a turbid aura, and a black and miserable battlefield of gods and demons. The faint wail spreads, soft and endless, and the sorrow is boundless. It was as if a drop of water fell on the surface of the river, although the undulation of the waves was small and tiny. But it's been going far.

It is hard to describe what kind of sound it is, as if it were a mixture of many negative emotions. It's squeezed out of general, but the rhythm of this hard spell has a strange sense of harmony. It's as if there is such a sound in the world, and it is not forced together by external objects.

The wailing sound did not cease, like a drop of water constantly dripping on the surface of the river, and the waves rose and fell. The whole space seems to be in a terrifying atmosphere.

"What kind of person, dare to come here and pretend to be a ghost!" Several ancestral witches guarding the town appeared and looked at Siye.

"Ding Ding Dong"

The sound of beautiful music came out, blooming between heaven and earth, like a thunderclap on the ground. The beautiful string music is like water, slowly melting between heaven and earth, and melting into this world. The music is light and beautiful, so that people can listen to it, keep their hearts quiet, and look at the sky from Sendai.

The sound of the piano came abruptly, and it sounded suddenly, so that people did not have time to react and were immersed in a world of mystical music, and the body and mind were extremely relaxed, as if swimming in a green spirit, everywhere were strange flowers and plants, green bamboo and flowing water, the mountains were full of green, and the sky was clear. The soft sound of music, like a clear spring flowing under the moonlit night, brings coolness, refreshment, and makes people feel calm.

The tense atmosphere was suddenly dispersed by the soft music, and the sound of the piano floated in the air and went into the distance.

The ethereal sound of the piano, gurgling and clanging, like a clear spring in the deep mountains flowing around the crisp bamboo, soft and slow, like a stream of clear water flowing through the fingertips, the more you listen attentively, the more calm your heart becomes, and the happy mood gradually rises.

The witch clans who did not cultivate the primordial gods suddenly fell into the way, and were pulled into the illusion by the sound of the qin, and suddenly, a bright red light rose in the distance, and the red light flashed away, and several figures wrapped in black appeared, and the body was filled with a strong aura of death.

These black-clothed people danced to the sound of the piano, as if they were performing some kind of sacrifice, and blood light came out one after another, and evil smiles just appeared on the faces of the witch clans.

The beautiful sound of the piano paints a wonderful picture, as if to merge everyone who hears it into another world outlined by the strings. In the distance, the weaker Wu clan were dancing in this beautiful piano sound.

Houtu showed a struggling look in the sound of the piano, and even the co-workers also showed a hideous face.

Houtu has already broken away from the body of the ancestral witch, although there is the name of the ancestral witch, but there is no ancestral witch, and the co-worker is also to make up for the lack of care, reshaping the body in the flood wilderness, so that he can cultivate the original god, but the strength is too weak compared to the body of the ancestral witch, at this time, in the sound of the qin, the two struggled.

"Bell!"

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth were silent, and with the sound of the strings breaking, the whole world fell silent, and under the night sky, even the floating clouds stopped, and even the fluttering breeze stopped.

The sound of the piano stopped abruptly, came abruptly, and went suddenly, making people fall into emptiness in an instant, and a feeling of loss gradually rose, filling the thoughts in their minds, as if they had lost the world.

A woman in a red dress walked forward gently, holding a guqin, it was the ghost kui, silent, not even a little fluctuation.

Everything was calm again, except for the strange aura that permeated.

Many black-clothed figures appeared, dancing around the woman, as if they were sacrificing, and the Wu clan in the sound of the piano had dull eyes and did not move.

The dark sky was overwhelmed by the blood of the sky at some point.

The blood-colored light, as if the sky was oozing with blood, was so terrible that it made people's hearts chill, as if they were in the blood-colored world realm in the Shura prison.

The sky above the Wu Clan garrison had long since lost its original color, neither pitch black nor light. The whole sky was only the boundless color of blood.

Suddenly, Gonggong let out a long roar, woke up from the world of Qinyin, and saw the changes around him, and was immediately shocked and his eyes were about to split.

"Who are you?" Gonggong has been sealed in Buzhou Mountain, and he is not very clear about the development of the land waste, but he also knows that the land wilderness seems to be dominated by the Wu clan, but in fact, the various Wu tribes have different power and strength.

The roar of the co-workers also made Houtu get rid of the sound of the piano and want to wake up the other ancestors.

"Stop, if you want them to die, wake them up!"

An old man with a wrinkled face came out of the darkness on crutches, his thin figure as if a gust of wind could tip him over.

The wind was gusting, and the corpse was immense.

"Knock, knock. ”

The sound of crutches tapping the ground was endless, and the dull sound of one after another was like a magic sound, hitting the hearts of Houtu and Gonggong, causing them to constantly retreat backwards, bleeding from their mouth and nose.

"Who are you?" said Gonggong and Houtu were shocked.

The old man walked to the side of the ghost kui, stood side by side with him, looked at the witch clan who was already glazed eyes, and waved his hand lightly, and the book of "Witch Book" fell on his dry hand, rubbing it gently.

"Who am I, I am its master!" said the old man.

The glow in the old man's eyes flickered, like a dancing flame.

"It doesn't matter who you are, you dare to plot against us and find death!" Gonggong shouted, a domineering aura spread from his body to the surroundings, and the fierce Wu clan power like a wild beast and tiger was scurrying wildly outside his body, his blue hair stood upside down, and his fighting spirit soared, at this moment, he seemed to have turned into a bloodthirsty evil tiger.

"Houtu, go and invite the Xiaoyue Heavenly Emperor, this old immortal is the same existence as Hongjun, and looking at it like this, he has already secretly controlled countless Wu clans, even Zhurong, who has lived in the wilderness for a long time, has not been spared. ”

Gonggong transmitted the sound, and at the same time, his body suddenly moved, rushing forward. The sound of whistling suddenly rose, and where his strong body passed, the air was pulled out one after another, as if it was entangled with a few blue dragons, rippling blue waves, and the laws were intertwined.

In the face of the attack of the co-workers, the old man remained motionless, as if petrified, until the blue sky fell, he waved his hand gently, a white cloth danced in the wind, and the smell of fishy and disgusting spread in the air, blocking the co-workers.

Then Tu took advantage of this time and disappeared in place.

The old man didn't care about the distance behind the earth, even if he didn't pay attention to the co-worker, the crutch was lightly, and a force of no line emanated out, and the co-worker suddenly fell to the ground like a lightning strike.

"Escaped!" said Onikui.

The old man shook his head slightly, "If you escape, you will escape, it is not the body of the ancestral witch, it is useless to us, Sanqing is the soul, the ancestral witch is the body, if you want to take the ancient Dao fruit, you must start from himself, the old man has been laying out tens of millions of years, Hongjun seems to be one step faster than the old man, but who can know the result? He is now being stared at by the Heavenly Dao, and he is hindered left and right. If reincarnation wants to fight against the goddess, let them fight, and when the old man is enlightened, he still needs to fight back to the primeval world?"

After speaking, the old man's crutch lightly clicked, and a black hole appeared, expanding and engulfing the entire Wu Clan station.

"What about him?" Ghost Kui glanced at Gonggong.

"The old man has already planted a curse in his body, and maybe it will have some effect in the future and save him his life. The old man said lightly.

The black hole spreads, and after the worst, everything disappears, and the ground reappears, only the co-workers faint in place. (To be continued......)