The Strongest Little White Face of Martial Arts

The space whined, and even the light was bent by the stick.

It travels faster than light.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, but I saw streaks of dark red blood dripping from the sky.

After a while, it rained blood from the sky.

This is the whine of heaven and earth, mourning the loss of an existence of the same level as it.

Whether Xizutian is good or evil, to Tian, ​​he is the same kind.

At this time, it hurts its kind. .

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Chapter [-] Sun Wukong

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"If you're hiding in your lair, there's nothing I can do about it. Here, I can't help you.~)"

Sun Wukong said a little bored, as if he was a little disappointed that Xizutian was so careless.

He turned his head and looked at Chu Heng and Yan Chixia, a gleam of light flashed in his golden eyes.

Chu Heng felt a chill all over his body, as if he had seen through all the secrets.

"Not enough, not enough!"

I only heard Sun Wukong say.

"Not enough?" Chu Heng was taken aback, not knowing what he was referring to.

"Your cultivation is improving too slowly!"

The dissatisfaction in Sun Wukong's expression was obvious.

Chu Heng was a little speechless, brother, do you think that everyone is you, born as one of the four monkeys in the chaotic world, the Lingming stone monkey, who can change, knows the time and place, and moves stars to change battles.

"[-]"

After seven years of practicing Taoism with Patriarch Bodhi, he has already mastered the skills of immortality, seventy-two transformations and somersaulting clouds.

To be precise, it was Sun Wukong who played for three years and no one cared about him, and it took him four years for Bodhi Patriarch to make him a powerful and powerful demon king among the heavens and the earth.

This kind of talent, not to mention Chu Heng, throughout the ages, few people have such ability.

Sun Wukong himself knew that he was a little impatient, but he was a free and carefree person, if it wasn't for a little anxiety in his heart, why would he stare at Chu Heng on purpose. ~)

He sighed, shook his head and said: "Do your best and obey the destiny. What Xizutian said is not wrong. My old grandson has violated the rules of heaven when he descended to earth without permission. I'm afraid he will stay here for a long time. What else do you have to do?" , I will help you with the last one. However, in the future, you must help me with all your strength!"

Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Chu Heng was even more puzzled. Although Chu Heng had incomparable confidence in his heart, to be honest, the gap between him and Monkey King was far more than the simple golden fairy and distraction period.

Sun Wukong is not only already a strong man among the golden immortals, but with his cultivation speed, he may not have to wait long to break through the threshold of the Taiyi Golden Immortal, and he is also a real immortal king in the immortal world.

What about Chu Heng?

To use a simple analogy, Kunlun was already the strongest sect in the human world in the past. When it was strong, the most outstanding disciples in the spiritual world used to be Kunlun's sect, but among Kunlun's disciples who ascended from the spiritual world, a golden fairy nor!

Not to mention Tianyin Temple, Qingyun Mountain and Fenxiang Valley.

They didn't even appear as ascended monks.

So at this time, Monkey King has expectations for Chu Heng, just like a strong man saying to the stronger one in a litter of rabbits: "You will help me in the future. +]"

Rabbits don't believe it!

As if seeing Chu Heng's puzzled face, Sun Wukong grinned: "My old grandson has piercing eyes, when did he miss someone? You will know when it's time for you to know. After all, you are too weak!"

His expression was actually a bit sad, and if someone who knew him knew about it, he would be surprised. Who doesn't know that Sun Wukong fought in the world, indulged in unrestrained passion, but never knew how to write the word "sorrow".

When Chu Heng heard what he said, he knew that he was telling the truth. No matter what purpose he had, it was too early for Chu Heng to say anything.

"I have the Great Sage's will in mind, and I don't have anything to ask for at this time, but I don't know what the Great Sage thinks about the change of Kunlun's spiritual energy."

Xizutian died, but the magic dye of Kunlun's aura remained.

Facing this matter, although Chu Heng had some confidence, he couldn't bear Yan Chixia's nervousness. It was no wonder that this Kunlun spiritual energy was the foundation of Kunlun, so he couldn't help being careless.

Sun Wukong glanced at the foot of the mountain.

I saw him pouted: "It's just a troublesome brat, look at my grandson except him!"

He didn't even take out the golden cudgel, his fiery eyes glared, and the two golden lights shot straight to the bottom of the valley like searchlights.

There was a sizzling sound, as if something had been roasted.

"what!"

A scream came from the bottom of the mountain, and a blood-colored phantom appeared in front of everyone.

His face was blurred, but his blood-colored eyes were extremely conspicuous.

Looking at Chu Heng and the others, there was an undisguised killing intent in their eyes.

But when he saw Monkey King, he showed an expression of extreme horror.

"who are you?"