Journey to the West: I gave Sun Wukong a system at the beginning

Maitreya and Nyorai begin to intrigue, but what they don't know is that another potential threat is thriving.

In the deepest part of Beiju Luzhou, there is a largest abyssal crack.

The black mist that erupted from this rift wiped out all the creatures that touched it.

There was a dead silence for a million miles, and even the weeds couldn't survive, and it was a large bare area.

But at the bottom of the cracks in this abyss, there was a middle-aged man in black clothes and black robes, with a mantle and a mantle.

He sat on top of the twelve-rank world-destroying black lotus, the black demonic qi on his body was entangled, and the surrounding space was more like a roar of ten thousand demons, terrifying and infiltrating.

The Twelve Rank of World-Destroying Black Lotus swirled, and hundreds of millions of runes flowed on the surface of his body.

Eventually, these runes broke away from the middle-aged man's body and gradually turned into another him.

However, this one he was dressed in a white robe, shrouded in a faint light, and looked exceptionally holy.

"From this day on, there will be no more Jinnara in the world, only no heaven!"

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, and a black-red magic light flashed.

He was expelled by Buddhism, and then was given the system of Kinnara Bodhisattva by Ye Feng.

After Shame's death, he runs around in despair, trying to find a way to resurrect Shame.

But in the darkness, he was guided into the chasm of the abyss.

"You have done a good job, and you are qualified to inherit the position of the Demon Ancestor of this seat!"

In the crack of the abyss, the black demonic qi tumbled and condensed into an extremely hideous and terrifying face.

If Hongjun Daozu is here, he will definitely be very familiar with this face.

Because he is the Demon Ancestor Rahu!

"Lord, why should you do this?"

At this time, the white-clothed Wutian said with a light sigh.

"Is there a way you can save Shame?"

Wutian glared angrily, and the demonic energy on his body surged again, and a rich killing intent burst out.

With a wave of his hand, an ice coffin flew out of the spatial crack.

This is made of arctic ice, even if Ah Sha does not have any cultivation, this coffin can ensure that her body is immortal for a long time.

Ah Sha lay quietly in it, as if she was asleep, quiet and beautiful.

When Wutian looked at Ah Sha, the monstrous killing intent softened, and there was endless attachment in his tender eyes.

"You replaced Buddhism, founded the Demon Sect, and made my Demon Dao prosperous."

"The ancestor can return to the desolate world and settle accounts with that Hongjun Lao'er!"

Demon Ancestor Rahu's face continued to twist as the demonic energy rolled, terrifying.

In the battle of the ancient immortals and demons, Hongjun found the Yin Yang Ancestor, the Qiankun Ancestor, and the four Yang Mei Ancestors besieged the Demon Ancestor Rahu together.

Even if Luo Hu set up the Zhuxian Sword Array, he couldn't help but get the Hongjun Dao Ancestor who had the heavens and clouds.

In the end, under the self-explosion of the Yin Yang Ancestor and the Qiankun Ancestor, the Zhuxian Sword Array collapsed, and he was also hit hard.

Facing the Hongjun Dao Ancestor who had the heavens and clouds, Rahu had to escape from the desolate world and return to chaos.

And when he healed his injuries and was ready to come back for a shame.

Luo Hu found that Hongjun had become the spokesperson of the Heavenly Dao, and he had also become holy.

And when Luo Hu was sanctified by the chaos and wanted to return to the flood wilderness again, he found that Hongjun was in line with the Tao.

borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao to isolate him from the desolate world.

Therefore, Rahu could only rely on the divine thoughts that he had left on the Divine Killing Spear and the World Destroying Black Lotus.

Find the successor of the Demon Dao and strengthen the Demon Dao.

Use the luck of the Demon Dao to break through the barrier of the Heavenly Dao, so that he can return to the desolate world again and compete with the Hongjun Dao Ancestor.

"I remember you promised me that after taking charge of the desolate world, you will resurrect me for shame."

Wutian said coldly.

"Don't worry, this seat has always been true to its word."

"As long as this seat controls the desolate world, you will definitely use the origin of the desolate world to condense the true spirit of your lover."

Rahu smiled.

"The main body, if Ah Sha is still alive, it will be..."

The white-clothed Wutian is the embodiment of the good thoughts of the Wutian body, and he can't bear to see Wutian being bewitched by Rahu, so he once again spoke out to persuade him.

"If she was alive, if she was alive, she would have lived!"

Wutian suddenly yelled hysterically.

"I don't want to care about anything now, even if the desolate world is destroyed, it has nothing to do with this seat!"

"As long as she lives!"

The skyless was like a mad demon, his black hair was flying, and the demonic energy was tumbling like a boiling ocean.

He practiced and preached for Buddhism for tens of thousands of years.

But when he really needed the help of Buddhism, Buddhism not only expelled him directly from Buddhism.

It also made him unable to recover his cultivation, and could only watch his lover's true spirit dissipate.

He hates!

The white-clothed Wutian wanted to say something more, but the Wutian body struck out with a palm.

The endless demonic qi turned into chains, completely imprisoning the white-clothed Wutian.

"Are you ready to accept the inheritance of your ancestors?"

After Luo Hu saw this scene, he admired Wutian even more.

"Hmm."

Wutian nodded firmly.

Then, hundreds of millions of demonic Dao origin patterns flowed from Rahu's body to Wutian like flowing water, completely enveloping it.

The aura of the lawless also soared rapidly, and it was about to turn into a demon head.

But all this, the desolate creatures have no way of knowing.

At this time, Sun Wukong was shuttling through the void and came to the dojo of Erlang God Yang Jian: Guan Jiangkou.

"Yang Mansion."

Sun Wukong swept his mind and immediately discovered the Yang Mansion, the largest mansion in the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

He immediately fell from the sky like a meteor and landed in front of the Yang Mansion.

Of course, he could have fallen directly into the courtyard of the Yang Mansion, but Shizun told him.

No matter how he says now, he is also a powerhouse at the level of Da Luo Jin Immortal, so he has to talk about his identity and do things decently.

The boy at the door saw Sun Wukong descending from the sky, and he was slightly startled in his heart, and he wanted to ask.

But Yang Jian had been alarmed by the aura emanating from Sun Wukong, and immediately strode from the inner courtyard.

"It's been more than 500 years, and King Sun has only come over, but you can tell me to wait, haha."

Yang Jian laughed loudly, still with a peerless demeanor.

"Hehe, my grandson had something to do before, so I delayed it, and then I remembered it, don't be surprised, don't be surprised."

Sun Wukong said with a smile.

Yang Jian welcomed Sun Wukong into the courtyard, and the two sat down at the stone table in the inner courtyard.

The servant hurriedly brought the tea set, and Yang Jian began to make tea, and the movements were smooth and pleasing to the eye.

After the tea was brewed, Sun Wukong took a sip

of it, smashed it and said, "Why do you like to drink this bitter tea,

just like my master."

Yang Jian smiled: "Tea people are hospitable from all directions, and the breeze comes naturally."

"Making tea and drinking tea is a kind of precipitation of the state of mind, which is conducive to the improvement of cultivation."

"Of course, King Sun is extremely talented, and when he is not yet at the bottleneck, he will naturally not understand."

Sun Wukong shook his head: "I don't understand, I don't understand, but don't call me the old grandson and the king, it sounds too awkward."

"Either I just call you Brother Yang, you call me Wukong, or Brother Sun."

"Okay."

When Yang Jian heard this, he immediately nodded in agreement.

He also appreciates Wukong's frank temperament.

"The last time we fought in Huaguo Mountain, you and I haven't decided the winner yet, how about another battle now?"

Yang Jian suddenly asked.