The demon wind came, at the beginning, it was light and fluttering, if the willows were blowing, after a while, the whistling sound was heard everywhere, the ghost cried and the wolf howled, and in the end, the sky was dark, sweeping all, unstoppable.

faintly, as if returning to the ancient wilderness, seeing the ancient demon saint dominating the world.

Domineering and domineering, reckless and raging.

When the wind arrived, no matter whether it was a heavenly soldier or a general, or a Brahma soldier, he was blown into a gourd that fell to the ground, swaying, shouting, crying out in pain, cursing, one after another, resounding into a piece.

"What the hell?"

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were also blown to the ground and swayed, they heard the wind whistling demon sound in their ears, and they only felt as if they were being targeted by some behemoth, creepy, and there was a kind of fear bursting out from their hearts.

After a while, the demon wind gradually dispersed.

Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie stabilized their bodies and supported each other forward, they looked at it, the ground was full of messy or sitting or lying heavenly soldiers and Fanzi soldiers, as for the divine soldiers, the blades were thrown to the ground, swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, hooks and forks, everything, the original bright light was shining, but now it seems to be filled with black gas, corroding large and small traces, it looks very bleak.

"Venerable Jinzha,"

Sun Wukong's fiery eyes moved, and he saw Jin Zha standing in the crowd like a statue, but this big red man who is now sitting under the seat does not have the calm calm of the three members of the Bull Demon King's family who sacrificed the dragon pile just now, and saw Jin Zha standing there, staring at the dragon pile, his eyes were like hooks, and his face was pale.

As for Mu Zha, who Sun Wukong is more familiar with, Venerable Hui'an, under the hanging bun, there is a little unnaturalness in the half-blocked eyes, mixed with anger, surprise, disbelief, and retreat?

Sun Wukong rubbed his eyes, it should be his own delusion, right?

"Ah,"

Zhu Bajie suddenly screamed, startling Sun Wukong, and he heard Zhu Bajie's voice continue to come, "Where did the demon wind come from, swept all three of them away!!"

"Swept away,"

When Sun Wukong heard these three words, he hurriedly turned his head to look, and sure enough, on the dragon pile of Venerable Jin Zha, three small rings hung down weakly, and the three little people bound on it, the Bull Demon King, the Iron Fan Princess, and the Red Child, were nowhere to be seen.

"Who rescued them?"

Sun Wukong thought of the sudden demon wind just now, his fiery eyes widened, and he was angry.

"Hey,"

Jin Zha did not speak, but took a step forward, bent a little bit, the entire Dunlong pile, between the elders, emerged a golden arc, engraved with Sanskrit shell patterns, containing unspeakable truth, as soon as it appeared, from top to bottom, collision with each other, the great power of the Brahmana was agitated, deep and inexplicable.

At the moment when the golden mangfan light arc swept, on the original three small rings, at the same time, there were small pieces of black and green mangs that were driven out, and the reckless ancient desolate qi contained in the demon wind just now resurfaced again, containing the domineering, strong, arrogant, and looking down of the heavenly demons.

cracking sound

Fortunately, the light of the Brahma Gate on the Dunlong pile is really powerful, and when it goes down, it wraps the black and blue, and in less than half an instant, there are hundreds of millions of hits, endlessly, and the demonic spirit is cleared.

In the end, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie faintly saw that there were nine strange birds, and their miserable green eyes moved, and they were immediately submerged by the golden mang's light and disappeared completely.

"Whew,"

Seeing that the traces of the nine strange birds were completely dispersed from the Dunlong pile, Jin Zha spit out turbidity, put his mind at ease, and then carefully put away the Dunlong pile.

Although his roots are not shallow, the magic weapon in his hand is the most convenient and most suitable for himself, if this treasure is polluted, it will be difficult to go further in the future.

"This,"

Mu Zha thought of the nine strange birds that had just dispersed, the miserable green and gloomy gaze made people subconsciously chill, he was under the seat of Guanzi all the year round, and Guanzi was presiding over the affairs of Journey to the West, he was no stranger to the existence of this demon wind.

"Who's who, who's who?"

Sun Wukong turned around, grumpy, the duck in his hand flew, with the monkey's temper, he couldn't bear it.

Jin Zha and Mu Zha glanced at each other, and they could see what each other meant, Jin Zha groaned, and said, "Let's go to Basho Cave in Cuiyun Mountain." ”

"Let's go. ”

Cuiyun Mountain, Basho Cave.

The weeping leaves are haloed and vary in size.

The water passes from below, carrying verdant, hitting the rockery not far away, raising fine scattered water droplets, making a dingdong dingdong sound. Then, a demonic wind passed, echoing in all directions.

The demon wind entered the cave and dissipated, and the three people who were rolled up fell down and stood steadily.

"Got out of trouble?"

The Mighty Bull Demon King has recovered his body, and after landing, he moved his body.

"Basho-dong,"

Princess Iron Fan grabbed the banana fan and looked at the moss marks under her feet, which she asked her subordinates to arrange, and she was the most familiar.

But the last red boy had sharp eyes, and suddenly saw Da Song, who was facing them in the courtyard, with his hands in his hands, extremely tall, and a familiar figure that was imposing to the sky.

He was stunned, and then shouted loudly, "Second Uncle of the Mansion Master!"

The person in Panasonic turned around, and there was a miserable green behind him, and the nine bird heads were raised, gathered like rings, which was particularly eye-catching, and it was naturally Li Yuanfeng who was driven down from the heavenly court.

At this time, Li Yuanfeng did not have the deep majesty of the Xuantian Saint Monarch in the Heavenly Court, but the posture of a real demon saint, wanton and domineering, arrogant.

"I saw that the red boy was in danger, so I came here. ”

Li Yuanfeng said hello to the Bull Demon King first, and then took a seat, naturally occupying a high position, with him as the main one, and said with a smile, "Fortunately, it's not too late." ”

"Thank you, Second Uncle,"

After the red boy thanked him crisply, he gritted his teeth and said, "It's all that shameless monkey who likes to move rescuers, otherwise, he would have been burned into a black monkey this time!"

The red boy is not tall, his heart and eyes are even bigger, he is very resentful, he sits there by himself, muttering, and curses to Sun Wukong non-stop.

The princess of the iron fan put the banana fan in her sleeve, looked at Li Yuanfeng on the main seat, and suddenly there was a Buddha in the sea, although the other party saved her family of three, but she still couldn't help but feel a sense of disgust.

It's not that she's unreasonable, but she's been a two-way person with Li Yuanfeng from the root.

"What's more,"

Li Yuanfeng is such a realm of cultivation, the difference between the Golden Immortal is only one step away, as soon as Princess Iron Fan's mind moves, he has a sense, and when he looks at it, he immediately finds that like the Bull Demon King, Princess Iron Fan also has a calamity on the top door.

Just look closely, compared to the Bull Demon King's calamity, the Iron Fan Princess's top is not only thin, but also dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye due to the Buddha's light.

The Iron Fan Princess, the Rakshasa Woman, and the relationship between Brahma and Brahma are much deeper than imagined.

"What's next?"

The Great Thorn of the Mighty Bull Demon King sat in his seat, asked the maids to pour wine, and took a big sip, looking very relaxed.

"Wait, someone will come. ”

Li Yuanfeng glanced at the Bull Demon King, this catastrophe is coming, it is really different, if it is usual, the Bull Demon King will not be like this in the face of danger.

"Someone's coming?"

The red boy was stunned, not quite understanding.

Sure enough, what Li Yuanfeng said was very accurate, and in less than half a cup of tea, a maid came to say, "Someone is asking to see outside." ”

"Bring him in. ”

Seeing that Li Yuanfeng didn't say anything, the Bull Demon King commanded in a thick voice.

"It's you. ”

Seeing the person coming, the Bull Demon King and the Red Boy were furious, and they couldn't wait to do it immediately, the reason was very simple, the person who came was Jin Zha, and the Dragon Boss and the Red Boy were embarrassed by the dragon pile just now.

How can you not be angry when you see your enemies in front of you now?

"The two countries are in confrontation, and they don't come to each other. ”

Li Yuanfeng waved his sleeves to stop the two, and the princess of the iron fan also stepped forward, pulling one with one hand, a husband, and a son, so that they would not add to the guests.

"I've seen the Nine Desolation Demon Saints,"

Jin Zha came to the courtyard and said hello, the golden light rose behind him, and the Sanskrit sound sounded together, and there was a shadow of the Buddha, constantly rising, changing, and going back and forth.

This kind of Dharma cultivation is actually not inferior to the ordinary Bodhisattva, after all, Jin Zha is a figure who became an immortal in the flesh in the gods, and he has a lot of opportunities to get heaven and earth, and later practiced under the seat of a peerless figure like the Buddha, who has talent, organic fate, and background, and there is no shortage of wealth and law, so it is strange that there is no such cultivation.

"Venerable Jinzha,"

Of course, in Li Yuanfeng's eyes now, even if the cultivation of the Muzha realm in front of him is not comparable to that of ordinary immortals, it is much worse than him, so when he spoke, he was a little condescending, and said, "What's the matter?"

Jin Zhe was aware of it, but he didn't react excessively, because it really said, except for the cultivation time, the other party is above him regardless of identity, status, and strength, and in the cultivation world, the people above are qualified to be unkind to the people below.

He just took a deep breath, suppressed the envy and unwillingness in his heart, and said solemnly, "I don't know why the Nine Desolation Demon Saints interfered in the affairs of our Brahmana?"

"I happened to be passing by, so I can't help it. ”

Li Yuanfeng sat steadily, raised his eyelids, and said, "Otherwise, you will have to bully more and less?"

"Nine Desolation Demon Saints,"

Jin Zha's voice was deep, there was a kind of firmness, and there was a reminder, and he said, "My Buddha Rulai and Guanzi Bodhisattva are watching, and the demon saint had better act cautiously." ”

Jin Zha's meaning is very simple, don't look at the Nine Desolation Demon Saints in front of you now, rampant and domineering, overpowering all directions, but in the end, in the Journey to the West, the more you do now, the more you are remembered by the power of the Brahman, the more powerful the catastrophe will break out.

Are you really not afraid of death, and you don't even have a chance to be reincarnated?

"Drop-off. ”

Li Yuanfeng glanced at Jin Zhe and showed his attitude.

"You,"

Jin Zha was just about to continue talking, but he saw the nine bird heads behind Li Yuanfeng raised, miserable green and gloomy, and swallowed the words he was about to say again, then nodded, turned around and walked out.

As Jin Zha walked out, he secretly thought to himself: I can't make decisions about this matter, I have to tell the Buddha.

Li Yuanfeng watched Jin Zha leave, and glanced at the Bull Demon King with the afterglow of his eyes, the calamity on his top door was steaming, permeating up and down, he was here, and he had to drag it until the other party's calamity dissipated.

：。 ：