Big dreamer

Latest website: Yang Jian looked at the scimitar inserted into Sun Wukong's chest indifferently, his eyes changed slightly, and he murmured: "Kushan tusk..." He knew very well that this short blade was said to be carved from the tusk of a thousand-year-old elephant in Tianzhu. It was pure as frost, and it was infused with the magic power of the elephant. It had a certain mysterious power and had always been the treasure of the Elephant King of Lion Camel Ridge. "Brother Jue'an, are you betraying your master?" Sun Wukong stopped laughing and asked word by word. Jue'an looked at Sun Wukong's exposed white teeth, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure and gritted his teeth and said: "So what?" "Then what you said before was also a lie to deceive me, Sun Wukong?" Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and asked. "Not entirely, Bodhi Patriarch was indeed seriously injured and was not far from death. But it was me and Jueming who injured him." Jue'an wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and smiled. In order to make the performance realistic and deceive the shrewd Sun Wukong, the injuries on his body were not fake.

"So, if we want to clean up the mess, killing you alone is not enough." Sun Wukong pondered.

"To tell you the truth, Jueming has been slapped to death by the ancestor. If you set off now, you can still catch up with him on the road to the underworld." Jue'an knew that Sun Wukong was already seriously injured, so he was not afraid at all.

"Are you stupid? I, Sun Wukong, have already been removed from the dead list and will not enter the reincarnation." Sun Wukong suddenly laughed up to the sky and said sarcastically.

"If the underworld does not accept you, then wait for your soul to be completely scattered." Jue'an said with a fake smile.

Sun Wukong looked at Jue'an as if he were a fool. He pulled the Kushan tooth out of the wound expressionlessly and asked, "I really can't understand. You are the direct descendant of the ancestor. Why did you betray your master?"

"Why? Because the ancestor was unfair as a teacher. He didn't teach the human race and the immortal race, but insisted on accepting you demons and disasters into the sect. The most infuriating thing is that he taught you all the real skills without reservation. Why? Jueming and I have been by his side before he founded the sect and became the ancestor. Why did he teach you all the skills and help you become a Buddha and an immortal? But we get nothing!" Jue'an said indignantly.

"Why do you ask? I want to ask you, the ancestor just taught you a set of skills. If you dare to make a fuss in the Heavenly Palace, can you protect Tang Monk on his journey to the West?" Sun Wukong asked with a smile instead of anger.

"Hmph, you are just being used as a pawn, but you are still suppressed under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years. Is it worth your complacency?" Jue'an snorted coldly and mocked.

"Then what you are doing now is not being used as a pawn?" Sun Wukong asked back.

"I am..." Jue'an was speechless when he heard this, and opened his mouth, not knowing how to answer.

But at this moment, hundreds of white silk threads condensed from the void again, and a brand new net had been woven, trapping Sun Wukong in the center again.

Sun Wukong seemed not surprised at all, but just lowered his head to look at his heart.

The wound pierced by the Kushan tooth did not show any signs of healing, and golden blood was still flowing slowly from it.

He slowly took off the cassock draped over his body and put it away casually. A red cloak spread out in the wind behind him, his eyes were shining, and his fighting spirit increased instead of decreasing.

Yang Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and in a trance, he felt that the Monkey King who easily defeated 100,000 heavenly soldiers was back again.

"Since you have started a war, I will accompany you to the end." Sun Wukong shouted loudly, turned the long stick in his hand, and pointed it directly at Yang Jian.

After that, his figure flashed and disappeared in an instant.

"So fast..." Hua Shi Niang exclaimed, and suddenly pulled her ten fingers in front of her.

There was a sudden distortion in the void in front of her, but it was the net she had woven that moved with it, cutting a slight crack in the void, but the area covered by the net had long been without the figure of Sun Wukong.

On the other side, Jue An panicked for no reason, and secretly shouted that it was not good. When he was about to escape from here, a storm had already swept behind him.

Sun Wukong's figure appeared in an instant, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand was no longer restrained. Without any evasion, it smashed down fiercely on his head. The strong murderous intent rolled down like an overwhelming force, covering the void below tightly and suffocating.

In an instant, Jue'an felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, unable to move at all, and suddenly lost all hope.

At the critical moment, a golden light flashed in front of him, and a figure moved sideways, but it was Yang Jian who blocked him.

He held the three-pointed two-edged sword with both hands, raised his arms, and raised the sword to meet it.

"Bang!"

There was a loud explosion where the long stick fell, and a pressure that was earth-shattering suddenly descended. Even Yang Jian was knocked to the ground by the huge force, and a cliff on the mountain collapsed.

Although Jue'an did not resist directly, he was also shaken by the aftermath, and his body was smashed straight to the ground.

"I know that demons are demons and devils are devils. Even if they practice immortal arts and understand Buddhism, their nature is still hard to change." Yang Jian shouted angrily and soared into the sky.

His body was surrounded by dazzling light, and the three-pointed double-edged sword in his hand stirred in the air, with the momentum of overturning rivers and seas, drawing a thousand-foot water wave in the sky and stirring Sun Wukong into it.

On the other side, Hua Shi Niang in the sky also used all her magical powers to condense into a golden spider web cage that fell from the sky, merging with Yang Jian's river and sea momentum to form a water prison that suppressed it.

At the same time, Jue'an also flew up and came close to the water prison cage. He quickly made hand gestures with his hands, and golden talismans flew out from his sleeves one after another, flying towards the golden spider web cage.

The heart-losing talisman, the soul-leaving talisman, the lost-soul talisman, the downfall talisman, the immobilization talisman... each one became more urgent than the last, and he was about to use the three-star demon-killing magical power.

Sun Wukong in the cage is not feeling well at the moment. The joint suppression by Yang Jian and Hua Shiniang has already overwhelmed him, and Jue'an's talismans are still attacking his soul and mind.

Not to mention internal and external troubles, the place where his heart was stabbed by Kushan's fang was still bleeding, weakening his strength bit by bit.

The two demon ape warriors he brought wanted to step forward to help, but they were suppressed and restrained by Hua Shiniang who had freed her hands.

Now, he was alone.

"Sun Wukong, just stay here honestly. When the above matters are resolved, I can promise to let you leave safely." Yang Jian said coldly.

"Yang Jian, have you lost your mind and gone crazy, or is my old grandson mentally ill? If our ancestors have any shortcomings, how can I, the old grandson, let it go? Back then, I dared to cause trouble in the palace when I was alone. Now why should I be afraid of bringing flowers with me? Are the demons from Guoshan going to destroy your Lingbo City?" Sun Wukong laughed and asked loudly.