Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

Tongtian narrowed his eyes.

At this time, the corpse said: "He is already dead, there is only one Sun Wukong in the world, and that is me."

These words made Tongtian pause for a moment, but he sneered, and the Sword of Immortal Execution flew from the sky, suppressing them towards their location.

The corpse was extremely agile, and he lifted the Monkey King, who had become a stone statue, and kept escaping.

Zhu Xianjian was chasing after him, but as far as he was concerned, Zhu Xianjian could not cause damage to him at this time.

What he needs to protect is Sun Wukong, who has been turned into a stone statue.

Because once Sun Wukong disappears, he will also disappear.

Tongtian saw this situation, and Zhu Xianjian stopped at a position several feet away from his corpse.

He said: "Sun Wukong doesn't seem to have died yet, what happened, between those few breaths."

The corpse laughed and said: "A few breaths, but it is the life of some people. He is still looking for what he lost. I think it is better not to disturb the leader of Tongtian."

At this time, Sun Wukong's imaginary world, or in other words, the world where his corpse was given to him long ago.

He crawled and rolled down the stone bed again, all the way to the outside of Huaguo Mountain.

His son ran over at this time, and when he helped him, he asked, "Where are you going?"

Sun Wukong pointed to the outside, this time, someone finally understood what he meant.

He carried Sun Wukong on his back and walked all the way to the east.

Finally, he made it all the way to the shore.

What the Monkey King was doing immediately attracted the attention of a lot of monkeys, and they were bustlingly following to the shore.

At this moment, Sun Wukong got off his baby's back and climbed onto the bamboo raft.

He motioned for it to push the bamboo raft into the sea.

The newly promoted Monkey King looked puzzled, thinking that Sun Wukong was confused, and shook his head helplessly, wanting to take Sun Wukong back.

The latter reacted extremely violently, pushed it away, and then used that hunched body to push the bamboo raft.

Seemingly aware of Sun Wukong's will, his son also came to help, and finally pushed the bamboo raft into the sea.

Sun Wukong gasped for breath, but he still climbed onto the bamboo raft and sat on it.

He couldn't remember what he had lost.

But he wanted to take a look. He seemed to have never left Huaguo Mountain in his life.

The farthest place I've been to is probably the Dirty Water Cave.

The wind was blowing, which made Sun Wukong feel a little more comfortable.

The bamboo raft fluttered gently and slowly left Huaguo Mountain.

Countless monkeys watched him silently.

The new monkey king sighed, but turned his head away, and some tears appeared in his eyes.

In his eyes, his father is a legendary figure.

It took Huaguo Mountain to a new height, but I didn't expect it to become like this in my later years.

He took a deep breath, the bamboo raft had gradually turned into a small black spot, and it was no longer possible to see the appearance of Sun Wukong.

At this time, Sun Wukong put his legs on the sea.

He looked down at the sea water, and his own reflection appeared faintly.

The strange thing is that in the reflection, he was covered in golden hair, his eyes were bright, and he was extremely young.

He smiled, probably because he was dazzled.

When he raised his head, he found that a somewhat familiar body appeared on the bamboo raft.

He closed his eyes, opened them again, but remembered that this should be what he looked like when he was young, and it was also the shadow he saw in the sea just now.

It's a corpse.

He sat down beside Sun Wukong again and said, "The outside world is very dangerous and you shouldn't go out. You can actually spend a lot of time on Huaguo Mountain."

Sun Wukong lay weakly on the bamboo raft, he couldn't speak, so he shook his head.

The corpse sighed to himself.

The sea gradually receded, but the bamboo raft was still floating there.

Everything around him began to dissipate.

Sun Wukong sat up again, but this time, it was sonorous and powerful.

He looked at the back of his hand, the hair on it had become that dazzling golden yellow.

He stood up and found that his body contained infinite power again.

Many things entered his head like a tide at this moment.

He covered his head, his face full of pain.