Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 111: Finally Arriving at the Desolate Clan
The two gradually fell silent along the way.

The surrounding environment has also undergone tremendous changes.

It was still a world of ice and snow before, but suddenly it seemed to be in the middle of a big desert.

The weather is not hot, but the ground is extremely desolate and lifeless.

The earth is all yellow,

Monkey King squatted down and touched the soil on the ground. Indeed, this is the characteristic left by the power of the wild, but this power of the wild is different from his own power of the wild.

It is somewhat similar to the Desolation Stick, but if it is the palm print of the Great Desolation, it will be even more powerful.

"We have come to the land of the Desolate Race." Sun Wukong asked.

Bing Ling nodded, and said, "Even if this is the border of the Huangzu, the Huangzu is vast and sparsely populated. We don't know when we will encounter a disciple of the Huangzu."

Not long after the two walked, they saw a stone standing aside.

There are two words engraved on the boulder more than ten meters high.

"Desolate Race!"

Under these two words, there is another line of small characters.

"Those who trespass into the Desolate Race will be killed without mercy."

Sun Wukong looked at the stone of the Desolate Clan and couldn't help laughing out loud, this Desolate Clan is really insane, arrogant and tasteful.

"What a trespasser will be killed without mercy." Monkey King laughed.

"Then are you still going in?" Bing Ling asked.

Sun Wukong nodded and said: "Of course, no matter where he is, I will go in and have a look if he kills without mercy."

Speaking of Monkey King striding forward, suddenly a gust of air rushed towards Monkey King.

"A barrier made of the power of wildness." Sun Wukong thought secretly, stretching out his hand for a while, the power of wildness in his body erupted, shaking off the flying breath of wildness.

"The mere power of desolation also wants to stop me." Sun Wukong laughed, and directly opened a passage with the power of desolation in his body.

"Let's go, let's go together." Sun Wukong turned around with a smile, and stretched out his hand towards Bingling.

Bing Ling snorted, a frosty aura appeared from her body, and walked in directly.

Sun Wukong smiled helplessly and followed Bingling.

"Each clan has its own defense power. My clan has the frost energy to protect the clan, and this place is protected by the barren power. With the frost energy, I can block the barren clan's defense power. Don't worry." Bing Ling said, and walked out first.

Monkey King nodded helplessly, and could only follow him.

The Qi of the Desolate Race shook the heavens and the earth, and the Qi of Desolation other than the Desolate Race no longer disturbed Monkey King and the others.

However, the two of them had just entered the ancestral land of the Desolate Race, when bursts of aura suddenly came, and several people flew from the sky at an extremely fast speed, and there were bursts of aura of desolation behind each of them.

"What do these people mean?" Sun Wukong said coldly.

Bing Ling frowned and said: "The Desolate Clan is a hermit clan, they never have contact with the outside world, and they don't allow foreigners to come here. Now that we have broken into the Desolate Clan, they are naturally angry about it."

Sun Wukong nodded, holding the diamond rod in one hand and said: "Whoever he is, it's impossible to stop us."

With a bang, the four warriors each held a spear and landed in front of Sun Wukong, shouting in a cold voice: "Who are you, why did you force your way into my barren land?"

"The breath of the Snow Clan, why do people from the Snow Clan come to my Desolate Clan."

"Because you are members of the Snow Clan, I will give you a chance to retreat quickly."

Sun Wukong sneered, and before Bingling could speak, he pulled Bingling behind him and said, "Is the Desolate Race strong? Come and try."

After speaking, Sun Wukong rushed forward and smashed down with a stick in anger.

The shadow of the stick shakes the world, breaks through the stick technique, and shakes the world majestically.

"Great Desolate Stick Technique." The four warriors of the Desolate race stepped back again and again, feeling extremely surprised.

"Come on, why do you want to retreat, let's fight quickly." Sun Wukong looked up to the sky and smiled, very unrestrained, and rushed forward.

The strength of these four people is only the second palace of the third realm, and Wukong also suppressed his own cultivation base so that he fought with him and others with a stick.

"Hmph, no matter how you learned the Great Desolate Stick Technique, anyone who trespasses on my Desolate Race will be killed without mercy."

The four shouted angrily and surrounded them.

There are many gun shadows, like strangling everything, trapping Monkey King tightly.

"The power of wildness." The breath of wildness bloomed on the four of them at the same time, and the spears shot out suddenly.

Sun Wukong met the attack with a stick, and his figure retreated a few steps.

"As expected, it is the clan with the most combat power among the eight clans." Sun Wukong laughed loudly and jumped up.

The power of desolation burst out instantly, absorbing the surrounding breath.

"bring it on."

In an instant, the surrounding vitality rushed into Sun Wukong's body.

100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters.

400 meters, 450 meters.
Infinite range of nearly 500 meters.

Of course, this power is still under the control of Monkey King.

"Could it be because I'm in the Desolate race now, so the power of Desolation can explode to the maximum." Sun Wukong was puzzled, the aura in his body suddenly rose, and the shadow of the stick surged to the sky.

The thick stick shadow, about tens of meters long, smashed down angrily.

Bang, the four of them rushed to intercept it, but they were blown away by this powerful force.

"So strong, how did this person cultivate the power of desolation, and why is he so powerful."

"Breaking the wilderness and sticking hair is the most precious technique among our clan. Where did this person learn it from?"

The four were very puzzled, they didn't know how Sun Wukong did this, let alone who this person was.

"How, the power of the barren is comparable to your possibilities." Sun Wukong laughed.

"Who the hell are you? Why do you know my most precious art of the Desolate Race? Tell me!"

"I came to the Desolate Race to understand the connection between the Desolate Qi in my body and your Desolate Race." Monkey King said.

"Although I don't know where you learned our clan's waste-breaking stick technique, it's impossible for you to break into our desert clan by force."

The four of them spoke and fought again with long guns, and put on a fighting attitude.

Sun Wukong chuckled, and the barrenness in his body exploded instantly.

"The palm print of the Great Wilderness." Sun Wukong shouted angrily, and the breath in his body burst out directly.

Bang, a palm print covering the sky appeared in front of Monkey King.

"This, this is the Qi of the Devil's Desolation!"

"Why is the spirit of the devil that has not appeared in hundreds of years in this human body?"

"Welcome to the patriarch."

Several people retreated again and again, and hurriedly raised their heads to the sky and shouted.

Bang, a more powerful force erupted in the distance.

Then a figure appeared in the distant sky.

Shrinking the ground into an inch, the man just took a step and appeared in front of Monkey King.

Ling Kong pointed out, shattering the devilish aura condensed by Monkey King.

"Who are you!" A cold shout seemed to come from the sky.

The momentum was extremely powerful, and Sun Wukong stepped back several steps, the palm print of the Great Wilderness was directly shattered, and turned into a barren air and returned to heaven and earth.

In front of him was a middle-aged man in a gray gown, but his appearance was extremely handsome!

Why are there no referral tickets now?

(End of this chapter)