Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

He walked forward. At this time, Ao Xuan had regained his breath, and his body swam weakly along the sea water. When he brushed past Sun Wukong, the latter saw the dejection in his eyes.

He smiled and said: "I don't blame you, no one can stop that move. From the perspective of the world today, I am afraid that there are no more than two people who can stop that sword."

He gently stroked Ao Xuan's body, and the gentle immortal energy continued to flow out, repairing the wounds on his body.

"These two people are not comparable to you. One is Na Hongjun. As a saint, it shouldn't be difficult for him to take that knife."

Ao Xuan took a deep breath and did not ask Sun Wukong who the second person was.

Because he knew the answer in his heart.

From the day he saw Sun Wukong, the latter did not seem to take these three worlds beings in his eyes.

His goal always seems to be only one.

That is the saint Hongjun.

Sun Wukong stood up, went under the dragon gate, looked up, and could see the picture scroll.

You can also see the top, a gaze that is scrutinizing.

He lifted his footsteps, and a lotus flower rose under him.

That is the red lotus of Karma, the third grade that was once knocked out from the hands of the ancestors of Ming He.

The lotus platform took Sun Wukong and continued to rise. Like Ao Xuan, when he reached a certain position, the spiritual light hung down and washed Sun Wukong's body.

It's just that Sun Wukong's expression didn't move, and that aura couldn't hurt him.

Today, in terms of physical strength, no one in the world can match him.

He was originally transformed by the Heaven Repairing Stone, with the strength to make up for the sky, and in the Pangu Hall, he accepted [-]% of the power of qi and blood that Pangu gave him.

As far as this physical body is concerned, I am afraid that Hongjun is not his opponent either.

Therefore, he was extremely calm and indifferent, and he came to the middle section of the Dragon Gate, where the picture scroll unfolded.

When he got closer, he could see all the real dragons in the picture scroll, as if they were alive.

Some looked curious, some looked indifferent, some seemed to be dozing, raised their eyelids and glanced at him.

Immediately, above the cloud, murderous intent burst forth.

An offensive, to be precise, was a stronger offensive than the previous slash at Ao Xuan, falling from above the clouds.

Sun Wukong stretched out his hand upwards, and the golden cudgel flew directly into his hand.

When he swung the golden hoop, the body just collided with the attack.

The golden light exploded violently, and this side of the world would be dyed golden.

The first attack was blocked by him like this.

However, after that, several more offensives fell.

After Sun Wukong's offensive, he seemed to see that when the heaven and the earth first opened, a creature stood between the still dark heaven and earth, constantly waving the long sword in his hand.

He narrowed his eyes, and the golden cudgel in his hand also swung it like the man wielding a long knife.

Offensive meets offensive.

At this moment, Sun Wukong completely fell into the fantasy of only one person in the world.

The swordsmanship is bright, but simple...

Chapter [-]: Rahu

Sun Wukong didn't know what kind of swordsmanship it was.

Obviously there is no fluctuation of spiritual energy, but it makes him feel that with such a sword technique, even a mortal can become a saint overnight.

Everything here is too weird, and the space suddenly becomes cold.

In the eyes of outsiders, Sun Wukong is still standing in front of the Dragon Gate, but he seems to have been stunned, still falling from the offensive above the clouds.

Those offensive hits on Sun Wukong's body did not cause any scars on his body, but instead made the armor on his body shine brighter.

Someone recognized that it was the Zulong armor...

At this moment, Sun Wukong saw the figure dancing the sword and suddenly flew towards him.

Everything is going so slowly, but he has no way to react in this slow time.

The figure kept slashing the knife on his body, and each knife could cut Sun Wukong's body apart.

It's just that Sun Wukong couldn't notice the pain, even if his body had been dismantled into eight pieces at this time, looking down, he could see his broken limbs floating in the air.

Suddenly aware, a feeling of suffocation came, and Sun Wukong let out a deep drink.

He opened his eyes and found that he was still in front of the Dragon Gate.

It's just that there was a lot of sweat on his body.

The offensive above the clouds was still falling, and Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes suspiciously, but he didn't know what happened to him just now.

The lotus platform began to rise again, and the golden hoop rod turned into a streamer and smashed into the clouds.

That sword technique couldn't hurt Sun Wukong, and it didn't take long for the golden cudgel to fly down again and landed in Sun Wukong's hands.