Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

The latter is also looking at him.

"The great sage is indeed a hero. This Ksitigarbha Buddha should not be called Ksitigarbha. I thought that under the saint, no one could stop him, but I didn't expect that he would still be defeated by the two of them." The man spoke.

Sun Wukong is no stranger to him, and he has dealt with him before. This old way drilled from the ground is actually the ancestor of Ming He.

Sun Wukong already knew his intentions, but this person must have been paying attention to this battle before, and he didn't help them when they were fighting, but instead showed up after the end.

"Why, the ancestor took a fancy to this tree?" Sun Wukong asked with a smile.

An embarrassed look flashed across the face of Old Ancestor Ming He, he sneered: "I'm just an incarnation, my deity cannot leave the sea of ​​blood, otherwise it will attract the attention of the saints, so I didn't help just now, the demon king wanted to come. You can't blame it, do you?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, but this time he wasn't as good at talking as last time.

He asked directly: "This tree is fine for you, but what can I get?"

Ancestor Ming He pondered. The last time he used the alliance as a pretext, he asked Sun Wukong for the meat of Jin Chanzi and Ksitigarbha.

This time, what else can he give Sun Wukong?

The things on this tree may not be useful to Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque, but to the ancestor Ming He, this is the best panacea to strengthen his strength.

Last time, the meat of Jin Chan and King Ksitigarbha had brought out a lot of Daluo masters from his Shura clan.

If there is another tree like this, after a long time, I am afraid that all Taiyi can do it!

In this way, that day is nothing in his eyes...

After thinking for a while, Ancestor Ming He felt that he had nothing to use as a price tag.

He took a light breath, opened his sleeves, and a flying sword appeared in front of him.

"This sword is Abi, killing people without cause and effect. Although it is not as good as that Sword of Immortal Execution, in terms of killing power, it is definitely better than the golden hoop stick in the hands of the Demon King."

Sun Wukong glanced at the sword very casually, then shook his head and said, "One is not enough."

Ancestor Ming He swallowed his saliva, and after sighing, he had to take out another flying sword.

"Abi Yuantu, I was by my side when I was born. Today, the sword is a gift to a hero, and I ask the Demon King not to refuse," he said.

The Yuantu and Abi swords were bred out of the sea of ​​​​blood together with the ancestor of Ming He.

Indeed, it can be regarded as his housekeeper.

From this, it can also be seen how important this big tree is in the minds of Old Ancestor Ming He, and for this reason, he can even give up his companion sword.

Sun Wukong was rude, and with a big hand, erased the connection between the two flying swords and the ancestor of Ming He.

The latter was somewhat amazed at its spiritual power, but only snorted, and then turned to look at the big tree with fiery eyes.

The surrounding ground began to tremble slightly, and the place where the big tree was, descended directly.

Sun Wukong and the six-eared macaque took a few steps back, but they still took the tree away.

Turning around, the Tang Emperor and the others were all kneeling there.

Sun Wukong looked at them and said softly: "The evil barrier has been removed, you don't have to worry anymore."

The Emperor of Tang raised his pale face, and the loss of dragon energy instantly made his body even weaker.

"Thank you Daxian for saving me in the Tang Dynasty, no one can repay it!"

Sun Wukong shook his head, crushed the human face fruit in his hand, and a strange power emerged from it.

The weak dragon energy above the sky is madly absorbing this power.

The dragon started to come back to life again.

Sun Wukong shook his hand, ready to turn and leave.

At this time, the Tang Emperor suddenly shouted: "Dare to be the name of Daxianzun?"

Sun Wukong did not speak, but the six-eared macaque replied for him: "Monkey King of the Four Squares, Monkey King, Monkey King!"

Sun Wukong walks with the six-eared macaque.

Along the way, the former never spoke again.

Six ears seemed to sense something, so they didn't bother.

Sun Wukong's body suddenly stopped.

The dark clouds in the sky began to gather again.

The six-eared macaque took a few steps back one after another, and the hardcore soldier with his heart drew a big circle that enveloped him and Sun Wukong.

"It's useless," said Sun Wukong.

"What should come will always come." This was his second sentence.

Then he sat cross-legged, and the shackles of Taiyi finally loosened today.

The sky became extremely dull, and thunder exploded at any time.

The six-eared macaque knew that this was a harbinger of the calamity to come.

Sun Wukong closed his eyes tightly, and there was a spiritual energy on his body, which flowed continuously from top to bottom, and then from bottom to top.

The six ears moved slightly, and the six-eared macaque seemed to hear a strange sound.