Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 114
The night passed.

The next day, in front of the ancestral land of the Desolate people.

Huang Zun, Monkey King, and Bing Ling.

Today, Huang Zun will open the ancestral land, and Monkey King will enter the ancestral land to complete the task.

"Wukong, be careful." Huang Zun said.

Sun Wukong nodded and said, "Thank you senior, I know."

Bing Ling also quickly walked up to Monkey King and said, "I'm waiting for you in the Desolate Race."

"Okay, I will finish the task as soon as possible and come out." Sun Wukong smiled, and after speaking, he waved his hand at the two of them, and with a diamond stick in one hand, he jumped in directly.

After Wukong left, Bingling hurriedly stepped forward and said to Huang Zun: "Senior, why must Wukong enter the ancestral land?"

"The demon tower of Jiuhuang Town is suppressed by the blood demon, head, heart, and pulse. During this period of time, I felt the restlessness of the demon tower of Jiuhuang Town. The demon towers have collapsed one after another, and the seal on the blood demon has been reduced. Now it seems that Sun Wukong came to our Desolate Clan, which is like God's destiny, and he is the only one who can enter the ancestral land of the Desolate Clan." Huang Zun said.

Bing Ling nodded, and then said: "So that's the case, then, how long will Wukong be able to come out?"

"If it's just to strengthen the seal on the Demon Tower of Jiuhuang Town, it will take seven days. I don't know how long it will be," Huang Zun said.

Bing Ling nodded, bowed to Huang Zun and said: "Senior Huang Zun, this disciple will take his leave first."

After saying that, Bing Ling turned and left.

Huang Zun shook his head helplessly, this woman really didn't have the awareness of self-protection only in front of Monkey King.

Regarding Bing Ling's life experience, with such a powerful strength, Huang Zun can tell at a glance that Bing Ling has nothing to do with the Snow Clan.

Pity this girl, her life experience is so miserable, Huang Zun shook his head helplessly, then looked at the ancestors of the Huangzu and sighed: "Wukong, I will leave everything to you."

Then look at the ancestral land of the Desolate race.

Monkey King suddenly appeared, and the place was barren and lifeless.

The surrounding air was more abundant, and Sun Wukong could clearly feel the palm prints of the wilderness in his body start to move unconsciously.

"With such a strong demonic aura, no one can survive in it." Sun Wukong sighed, and was even more shocked when he saw the magic lines flashing by around him.

"The handprint of the wilderness made by the energy of the wilderness, and the stick made by the power of the wilderness. If you use the power of the wilderness, what can you achieve?" Sun Wukong muttered suspiciously, and with a flick of his body, he rushed straight to the ground. up.

Holding the vajra stick in one hand, the breath in the body exploded instantly, and the power of desolation was immediately infected with the aura of desolation.

The devilish air from hundreds of meters poured into Sun Wukong's body within a quarter of an hour.

A sky-reaching stick shadow appeared straight away, and with a bang, it slammed down suddenly.

Sweeping hundreds of meters with one stick, Monkey King was also shocked by the power of this stick, he did not expect this stick to be so powerful and powerful.

Incredible.

Immediately afterwards, he put away the vajra stick, and condensed the energy of the devil in one hand.

The art of remnants, the first palm, turned the world upside down.

With a bang, a huge palm print of tens of meters appeared and covered it in the air, like a mountain pressing down on one's body. After a loud noise, a deep palm print was left on the ground.

This palm print is about [-] meters long.

"If you can reach such a strong level outside, I will be in trouble in this Dragon Palace and Heavenly Palace." Sun Wukong laughed.

In an instant, the ground suddenly cracked open, followed by a beam of light that pierced the sky.

The bloody light was mixed with bursts of demonic aura.

This strong and surging Lily made Sun Wukong involuntarily back up several steps before stopping his figure.

"It's such a terrifying breath. Could this be the breath from the blood demon's body? It's really terrifying." Monkey King was in palpitation.

I have to speed up my pace. Hurry up and strengthen the demon tower in Jiuhuang Town first. Otherwise, if the demonic blood demon is really allowed to be born, the world will be devastated.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong didn't dare to delay any more, and rushed towards the distance in a hurry.

At the same time, countless blood-colored demon soldiers rushed out together with the blood-colored beam of light, strangling towards Monkey King in an instant.

"Damn it." Sun Wukong snorted coldly, never would have thought that the energy of the blood-colored beam of light would actually evolve into these blood-colored demon soldiers.

"Waste-breaking stick." Monkey King roared, and the stick slammed down, with a bang, the ground exploded, and then Monkey King quickened his pace and galloped away towards the distance.

These magic soldiers didn't care about those things, they rushed towards Sun Wukong at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this situation, Wukong couldn't dodge blindly, he recited the mantra in his heart, and his body suddenly became bigger.

72 The art of transformation, at this moment, Sun Wukong is like a great demon god, more than ten feet tall, with thunder flashing and crackling all over his body.

"Come on." Sun Wukong shouted angrily, shaking his fists out, the wind of the fists mixed with lightning, like thunder snakes all over the sky, charged towards the group of bloody demon soldiers.

Boom, auspicious thunder from the sky, directly scattered these blood demon soldiers, and then Sun Wukong brought out the wasteland breaking stick with one hand, and the shadow of the wasteland breaking stick, which was about tens of meters long, smashed down like a diamond stick in Sun Wukong's hands at this moment.

In an instant, Sun Wukong was changing, directly turning into a lightning eagle bird, and with a tearing sound, Sun Wukong's figure was like lightning in the night, as if tearing the surrounding void, he rushed out at an extremely fast speed.

The momentum is like a broken bamboo.

After all the demon soldiers came back to their senses, the front of them was already extremely empty and there was no human habitation.

Sun Wukong's figure has already appeared dozens of miles away, but he has not relaxed yet. After all, for a monk, it is only a few tens of miles away, and it will be there in a moment.

Sun Wukong turned into a roc, flapped his wings, and flew out, much faster than himself.

After flying continuously for more than an hour, Monkey King finally stopped.

"In this ancestral land, how come there are still those bloody demon soldiers? Could it be the blood demon's minions? That's not right. The blood demon has been suppressed all the time. In other words, how did that fake monkey meet the blood demon? How to manipulate the mummy of the blood demon." Sun Wukong muttered, did he enter by mistake?

"Could it be that those blood-colored demon soldiers came out to arrest people for the blood demon, trying to break the last two seals? How did the fake monkey come to this desolate race?" Sun Wukong was puzzled, and now he was even more surprised by the fake monkey. .

I am extremely curious about the existence of this fake monkey. First, I competed with myself for Fangcun Mountain's orthodoxy, and now I got the blood demon's inheritance in a daze. These are all doubtful points.

Did the Patriarch send it to Beiju Luzhou on purpose?

"It's a conspiracy to worship Bodhi's school." Sun Wukong snorted coldly. In his previous life, he had read a lot of things about Journey to the West from the Internet.

It is said that Patriarch Bodhi is the second leader of the Western religion, and Sun Wukong was accepted as a disciple in order to let the Western teaching flow to the East.

This Sun Wukong does not agree, at least during the ten years of his studies in Fangcun Mountain, he can feel that Bodhi Patriarch treats him sincerely, imparting magical skills, etc. through.

My heart does not move to Minglun Mountain, and it is precisely this Taoist scripture, the art of refining the mind, that can gradually stabilize the shortcomings of my cultivation base.

Sun Wukong's gratitude to Patriarch Bodhi is beyond words.

"I don't care whether Patriarch Bodhi is the Second Master of the Western Paradise, in short, he is my master." Sun Wukong thought to himself.

After all, Sun Xiaoxiao is not the lawless Monkey King. Although he is Wukong's body now, he is a little soul.

In this way, Wukong's feelings will naturally increase.

After getting rid of the pursuit of the bloody demon soldiers, Monkey King rushed all the way without stopping at all, and passed for three days in a row.

Monkey King finally rushed to the center of the ancestral land of the barren people.

A black tower of gods stands quietly, with an aura that shakes the heavens and the earth. It really deserves to be the tower of gods that suppresses the blood demon's head and heart.

The nine-storey black pagoda soared into the clouds, and its surface was full of desolation. Monkey King didn't care about other things, and strode forward.

The power of the surrounding demons became more and more pure, stronger and more abundant.

After walking less than ten miles, a black sacred stone stood here.

"The ancestral land of the Huangzu was carved in a divine stone—the beginning of the desolation!"

Sun Wukong was shocked when he read the words on the sacred stone.

The vigor exuded by this divine stone is very vicissitudes, Huang Chuyi, could it be that the patriarch of the deserted ancestors, who lived thousands of years ago?
"Sure enough, it is magnificent." Sun Wukong secretly said.

(End of this chapter)