Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Yang Jian was sitting cross-legged by the cliff at this time, quietly practicing, waiting for the Buddha to reply to him.

Next to the lotus pond behind him, a monkey with golden red short hair was lying quietly, while Zixia was walking around the small building on the edge of the cliff, looking at the boundary where Yaoji and Xiao Chan'er had lived.

In just a few hours, Sun Wukong's injuries have healed, and the damage of the Yuan Shen has also recovered a little, obviously this natural spirit body is indeed unique.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a curling fairy mist, green mountains and white clouds, and a leaf in the empty valley.

A small face leaned in from the side, taking up most of his gaze.

The little fairy in the cloud shirt looked at the monkey in a little embarrassed curiosity, and then turned her head happily and shouted: "Master! He's awake!

The monkey suddenly showed a fierce look, and the little fairy jumped away dexterously, blinking a little fearfully.

This fierce appearance is just subconscious self-preservation.

A cold snort came from the side, and Sun Wukong immediately followed the sound and saw the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, his eyes first froze, and then relaxed as if resigned to his fate.

Yang Jian turned his back to him and asked, "Sun Wukong, do you remember what you did before?"

After a moment of silence, the monkey calmly replied, "Remember." ”

The calmness and calmness in this tone made Yang Jian a little difficult to ask.

"Do you have remorse?"

"No remorse. ”

"Oh?" Yang Jian turned around and looked at Sun Wukong, but the latter did not look at Yang Jian, but turned his head to look away.

Zixia on the side couldn't help but reprimand a few times: "You Monkey King really don't know what to do, it was my master who rescued you;

The corners of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched, and he arched his hand to Yang Jian, and said a little informally: "Yes? Thank you." ”

Yang Jian was not annoyed, but showed a little smile, took a step on the edge of the cliff, and appeared in front of Sun Wukong.

Looking down at this time, the monkey's face could not hide the frustration, but it was holding on to the last face.

Perhaps in Yang Jian's opinion, this monkey happened to be a young man in the rebellious period.

"The Journey to the West Tribulation should not be able to go on," Yang Jian said, "I didn't save you so that you could repay me anything, but I couldn't bear to have one less person in this world." Sun Wukong, you should understand what I mean by the calamity. ”

"The demons who are secretly plotting against me?"

Sun Wukong sneered, with a thorn in his words, "Erlang Zhenjun should be omnipotent, how can he still be afraid of these demons?"

Yang Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "I'm a little afraid." ”

Sun Wukong paused, frowned and stared at Yang Jian, seeing that Yang Jian's face was calm, but he couldn't understand how Yang Jian said these three words.

"What's the matter, I can't have people or things to be afraid of?" Yang Jian put his hands in his sleeves and smiled kindly, "I have many weaknesses, but most of them have been overcome by me." But compared to the strongest of those demons, I am far inferior, and this is the biggest weakness. ”

Sun Wukong was silent, just kept his mouth shut.

Yang Jian continued: "I also know your master, and he has talked about you many times. ”

"Where is Master?" Sun Wukong suddenly jumped up, and subconsciously went to grab Yang Jian's collar, but he forcibly held back halfway through the action.

Yang Jian defeated him head-on and easily, even if the monkey was arrogant in his heart, he still had a respect for the strong.

"He won't see you again," Yang Jian sighed lightly, "he's in retreat, in order to fight against these demons in the future." ”

The monkey stood there stunned, his eyes a little dazed, as if he had just grasped a glimmer of hope, but this hope was shattered again in an instant.

Zixia on the side muttered in a low voice: "With your appearance, it's strange that your master will meet you." ”

Sun Wukong glared angrily, Zixia shrugged, and his face didn't matter.

If you really want to talk about it, we are still your senior sister, what is fierce!

Yang Jian said again: "Do you feel that you have been humiliated, but you have nowhere to vent the anger in your heart?" Or do you feel that this heaven and earth gave birth to you, but they can't teach you how to behave, and you can't help but feel a little indignant in your heart, right?"

"Hmph," that was the monkey's only response, and he turned his head to find a stone and jumped on it, and sat there looking at the lotus pond.

"Well, let us be here for a few days, and think about how we will go in the future. ”

Yang Jian sighed lightly, and with a stroke of his finger on the ground, Sun Wukong's body was suddenly imprisoned by Xuangang.

The latter did not react to this at all, and just stared at the lotus pond.

"Master," Zixia made a sneaky gesture to Yang Jian, Yang Jian understood, and the two walked to the edge of the cliff.

Before the monkey woke up, Yang Jian had already told Zixia about the involvement of Sun Wukong and their master and apprentice, and Zixia discussed some countermeasures with Yang Jian, but because of his vision, he didn't have any useful advice.

When the two arrived at the edge of the cliff, Zixia complained in a low voice: "Master is biased, how can he be so tolerant of him." ”

Yang Jian smiled dumbly, "He is a disciple of Bodhi Ancestor, you are my disciple, I naturally have to be strict with you, so as not to lose the face of being a teacher when you go out." ”

"Okay, I'm also a miserable person thrown by my master and mother anyway," Zixia sighed faintly, tiptoed in the direction of the lotus pond, and blinked slightly.

Yang Jian asked: "Do you have any ghost ideas, say it and listen to it." ”

"Master, look at this Monkey King junior brother, are you worried that he will be depressed and lose his fighting spirit. ”

"Alas," Yang Jian also sighed, "I originally thought that the Journey to the West tribulation was just enough for him to sharpen his mind and be more tactful." And with the power of merit from the Journey to the West, he can also open the shackles of heaven and earth, giving him the opportunity to rush to the holy throne before the catastrophe. It's a pity ......"

"Calculated by the strongest, right?"

"That's right," Yang Jian nodded with a smile, "The other party is not arrogant, such an opponent is quite tricky." ”

Zixia pursed her lips and stood there thinking for a while, "Then, Master, is there any other way to help the little junior brother grow up quickly?"

"Most of the so-called shortcuts are to let yourself suffer and grind ......"

Yang Jian thought for a while, then shook his head, "Now, opening the last shackles of heaven and earth is just a bad thing for him, and he has to let him understand it himself. The high-spirited Monkey King back then has to sink for a while, and this is the best experience for him. ”

"It's not going to be a catastrophe. ”

"How can it be a day's work for the strongest to destroy the famine, or for the famine to defeat these powerful enemies?"

Yang Jian chuckled, and was about to take the opportunity to educate the Zixia Fairy, but his brows suddenly jumped.

This seems to be a sign that something great has happened in heaven and earth.

Yang Jian looked up to the north, where there was a Dao rhyme, which was overflowing from the enchantment set by the strongest, and then slowly condensed over the North Sea.

......

Two hours ago, the deepest part of the North Sea Stream.

Yang Jian traveled here in his dream that day, although he didn't see the exact picture, but what he saw in the general situation was real.

On the mountain walls on both sides of the Netherworld Stream, there are armies of black oppression, these people have a steady breath, and the most inferior cultivators are the flow of true immortals, overlapping and overlapping, and the number cannot be counted, but it is definitely an incomparably terrifying force.

And at the bottom of the Netherworld, there were first countless Golden Immortals and Da Luo Golden Immortals, and then thousands of quasi-saint powerhouses......

The cultivation is different, the faces are different, and there are even many old friends, classmates, teachers, and relatives who are powerful in the world, but at this time, they are all waiting here to rush back to the desolate world again.

These losers who were once eliminated by the flood will come again as terminators, which seems to be some kind of 'avenue' principle, but in terms of common sense, it is too unbelievable.

Fortunately, although there are many Wu masters here, perhaps because of the Pangu bloodline, the eleven ancestral witches are a little strange, although they have the charm and supernatural powers of the twelve ancestral witches, but it can be concluded that it is not the resurrection of the ancestral witches of the year.

These beings are just puppets born under some kind of supernatural power.

And in the deepest part, in front of the huge whirlwind that connected heaven and earth, a low pyramid-shaped mountain stood quietly.

There are nine people at the bottom of the low mountain, arranged in triangles, each occupying a small cave.

These nine people were originally the talents of Tianzhong who had been amazed by the flood famine, but in the end they fell with hatred, and now they are about to descend on the flood famine again, but they have been directly endowed with the strength of the saint realm......

It doesn't matter how the strongest do it, what matters is that the appearance of the nine of them may have a huge impact on the monks at this time.

Above the nine people, there are four caves, which are naturally the remaining four of the Five Elements Venerable.

And on the top of the mountain above the Four Caves, the strongest man who had talked directly with Yang Jian sat cross-legged on a futon, returning to the origin with five hearts, and quietly practicing there.

As if none of this had anything to do with him.

"Xuanzang?Journey to the West?"

The ninth muttered softly twice, and opened his eyes, as if he had heard someone from the void tell him about the small changes that had happened in the flood before.

This is a small change, but its significance is profound.

Others can't wait to get their hands dirty?

The smile on the corner of the Supreme Man's mouth was a little mocking.

It seems that the last time he missed his hand and was seriously injured, Taisu, who should have been destroyed, left a spark behind, so that the Great World of Cultivation reappeared after a very short interval...... This result still made the leader a little dissatisfied.

However, in the battle of Taisu, he came alone and secretly, skillfully calculated, integrated into the world and stirred up the storm, and finally destroyed the entire Taisu.

With such a feat, a few of them may not take it to heart.

"Xeon ......"

The ninth looked down at his hands, and the palms of his palms bloomed into two completely different avenues.

The years have been too long, so long that he has forgotten many things, and even his name and road name have long been forgotten.

"That's it, it's just a few years of vacancy, but it's a small loss of chances, and the final winner will still be this seat. ”

As if deciding on a trivial matter, the ninth supreme finger lightly tapped the stone slab next to the futon, and more than a dozen streamers suddenly flew out from below, kneeling in front of the low mountain.

"Who will present the war letter? Soon we will start a war with the flood and sweep away the remnants of Taisu. ”

More than a dozen figures below suddenly shook inexplicably.

A moment later, a young man in a dark robe holding a jade disc set off from the low mountain and slowly flew towards the outside of the Netherworld.

Along the way, most of these empty-eyed resurrectants were shocked when they saw this person, and many of this person's 'seniors' had indifferent faces and didn't know who it was.

Speaking of the appearance of a young man, he has a slender figure, a handsome face but pale and bloodless, red phoenix eyes, a tall nose, and a slender neck.

He was surrounded by a faint mist, and there seemed to be nine treacherous demonic fires in the mist, and when he arrived at the area where Da Luo Jin Xian and Jin Xian gathered, half of the army spontaneously knelt down on him.

This is the reverence for the kings of yesteryear.

When he flew out of the Netherworld, the supreme barrier that blocked the Flood Saint did not hinder his actions, allowing him to fly above the North Sea, standing under the black air and boundless miasma.

Unleashed its momentum, a somewhat terrifying avenue squeezed into the sea of desolate roads, causing the heavens and the earth to shake, the wind and clouds to fade, and the countless monks guarding the land of the North Sea to change color.

"Saint!"

"They're out!"

Without waiting for the desolate army to make a move, this person burst into laughter in the air, but the figure appeared strangely in the hearts of all the monks within tens of thousands of miles.

Some monks who practiced with some thoughts exclaimed!

Many of the Terran overhauls who participated in the Battle of the Ancients were even bloodless, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Hahahaha!"

Rampant laughter, eerie, harsh, and with a hint of contempt.

"Hong Huang, your emperor is back!"