The sword rises

Chapter 1480 Monk Wukong, the way of the world of mortals

The first thousand and 480 six chapters Wukong monk, the world of mortals

Lord Duan Tiandao came to the Endless Sea today in order to take a close look at Gu Hengsheng.Now that Gu Hengsheng's cultivation strength has been roughly wiped out, it's time to leave.

As Lord Duantian Dao said, the current Gu Hengsheng does have the terrifying combat power of the Nine Realms, but he is still no match for Lord Dao.

It is no exaggeration to say that Duan Tian Dao Jun can suppress Gu Hengsheng within ten moves with all his strength.

After all, Lord Duantiandao was an existence that competed with the third Mr. Fushengtomb for a lifetime, and his strength was extraordinary.

Looking at Duan Tiandao Lord's leaving back, Gu Hengsheng was not afraid, but had a strong fighting spirit.It won't be long before Gu Hengsheng will fight Duan Tian Dao Jun, and that day will not be too far away.

"Are you ok?"

Li Qiurou walked up to Gu Hengsheng, looking at the injury on Gu Hengsheng's chest, with a worried expression.

"It's okay." This little injury was nothing, and Gu Hengsheng didn't take it to heart at all.

Gu Hengsheng glanced at the evildoers of his generation, and finally met the eyes of the sword emperor Xu Wentian.

There will definitely be a battle between Xu Wentian and Gu Hengsheng, this is fate, and no one can stop it.The idea of ​​the sword king Xu Wentian is the same as that of Gu Hengsheng, he wants to break the shackles of the Dao and open up an unprecedented era.

"After you recover from your injury, there will be a battle."

Xu Wentian has his own arrogance and will not take advantage of others.

"I am waiting for you."

Gu Hengsheng pondered.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Wentian, the Emperor of Swords, disappeared in place without a trace.

The little princess of the Dragon Carp Clan, Daozi Bailichen, Jianzun Dugushang and others, they chatted happily with Gu Hengsheng, chatting about various things.

During the Battle of Diyun back then, the blood-stained starry sky was stained by the blood of the ancestor of the Dragon Carp Clan, which established the fighting spirit for countless people to fight to the end with the bloody Nine Nether Sea.Because of this incident, the Dragon Carp Clan fell into a slump and fell directly from a first-rate power to a third-rate power.

At that time, countless forces coveted the treasures of the Dragon Carp Clan and plotted against the Dragon Carp Clan secretly.Thousands of years have passed, and the little princess has fully grown up, and no power in the world dares to disrespect the Dragon Carp Clan anymore.

The little princess supported the entire Dragon Carp Clan by herself, making the Dragon Carp Clan shine again.

There is also Taoist Bailichen, who rebuilt the Dust Dao Sect in Zhongzhou and fulfilled the last wish of the sect's martyrs.In a few years, it will be the first disciple acceptance ceremony of Daoist Dao Sect, and it must be very lively.

The sword master Dugu Shang used himself as a sword to prove the mastery of swordsmanship, and his strength has reached an unknown level.

"Amitabha, is this poor monk late?"

At this time, a Buddhist voice came from afar.

Everyone looked sideways and saw a monk striding forward with a wine gourd on his waist and a roasted chicken leg in his hand.

With such an appearance, it was difficult for everyone to believe that this monk was a monk.

"Brother Eight!"

Gu Hengsheng was shocked when he saw the appearance of the person who came.

For many years, Gu Hengsheng has not been so surprised.Even in the face of the peerless figures of the Nine Realms, Gu Hengsheng's expression did not change.

what?
Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then turned their attention to the monk.

Isn’t the Eighth Brother that Mr. said is the Eighth Mr. from Fusheng Tomb—Monk Kongjie?

Didn't Monk Kongjie fall in the imperial war?Could it be that Monk Kongjie didn't die like Mr. San?
"The name of the poor monk is empty."

The monk made a bow with one hand, and held a half of a chicken leg in the other.

"Wukong, Wukong..." After Gu Hengsheng said it several times, he suddenly remembered something: "You were a little monk in that small town back then."

"The benefactor still remembers."

Monk Wukong smiled.

Monk Wukong looked at Gu Hengsheng calmly, without the sense of familiarity of a long-lost relative.

Isn't he the eighth senior brother?
But his style and appearance are almost the same as the eighth senior brother, how could he not be the eighth senior brother?

Gu Hengsheng was stunned for a moment, his brows furrowed slightly.

"I was delayed for some time on the poor monk's way, but I didn't expect the Endless Sea to disappear like this."

Monk Wukong once went to Leiyao Buddhist Sect and taught Buddhist disciples.

"Master, where did you come from? Where do you want to go?"

Gu Hengsheng thought for a long time before asking solemnly.

"The poor monk came from the world of mortals, and wanted to go to the world of mortals."

Monk Wukong said without hesitation.

This is the general formula of Hongchen Dao, it must be correct.

Hearing this, Gu Hengsheng trembled excitedly.He confirmed the identity of the person in front of him, it must be Brother Eight.

Why doesn't the eighth senior brother recognize himself?
Gu Hengsheng looked Monk Wukong up and down, and thought to himself: "Could it be that the eighth senior brother buried his present body during the emperor's war? This is the eighth senior brother's future body. That is to say, the eighth senior brother lived out the second life. The world of mortals is about to come to fruition!"

Only this explanation can explain that Wukonghe still doesn't remember the past.Only when the eighth senior brother has achieved great success in the world of mortals and merged with the fruit of the third life, can he remember the past.

"Master, you are polite."

Gu Hengsheng took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Monk Wukong.

Monk Wukong didn't avoid it, and the depths of his soul seemed to guide him, telling himself that he could bear Gu Hengsheng's gift.

Everyone was stunned watching this scene.

In the whole world, there are probably not many people who can make Mr. Jiu perform such a grand ceremony. Who is this monk in front of him?Is it really Mr. Eight from the Floating Tomb?

But, if it is Mr. Ba from the Fusheng Tomb, how can he be so unfamiliar with Mr. Jiu?
Don't say that the world is stupid, even Jian Zun, Li Qiurou and others also looked at a loss, not understanding the situation.

"Since this battle is over, it's time for the poor monk to leave."

Monk Wukong finished eating the chicken leg in his hand, wiped his hand on the cassock, turned around and left.

"Master stay here."

Gu Hengsheng stopped Monk Wukong.

"Is there anything else, sir?"

Monk Wukong turned his head to look at Gu Hengsheng.

"I have the best immortal wine here, would you like to taste it, Master?"

Gu Hengsheng swallowed the healing elixir, and his injuries quickly recovered.

As soon as he heard that there was fine wine, Monk Wukong's eyes lit up, and he said, "The benefactor means to invite the poor monk to drink the high-quality fairy wine?"

"exactly."

Gu Hengsheng nodded.

"Since the benefactor sincerely invites you, the poor monk naturally cannot refuse."

The smile on the corner of Monk Wukong's mouth became even brighter.

Even if he cultivated into the future body, Brother Eight's greedy temper for wine and meat still hasn't changed!

Gu Hengsheng bid farewell to Dugushang and others, and invited Monk Wukong to a deserted place.

This place is quiet, full of flower fragrance, coupled with strong wine fragrance, it is really a fairyland on earth, it is intoxicating.

Gu Hengsheng, Li Qiurou, and Monk Wukong sat at a stone table, tasting the aged wine from the Fusheng Tomb.

(End of this chapter)