Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

It's just that Sun Wukong's eyes are puzzled.

He thought that the starting point of this long knife was the city in the sky, but now it seems that it is not so simple.

However, he didn't come here to find the origin of the long knife, so he didn't care for a while.

At this time, the man with the high hat finally calmed down, looked at Sun Wukong, and said very seriously: "Come with me."

Immediately, he turned and walked towards the hall behind him.

Sun Wukong did not hesitate and followed.

Before walking to the main hall, he saw him leaning over the door and shouting cautiously inside: "King, the person who came here has a chop in his hand."

From the slightly opened door, Sun Wukong sensed the extremely deep death aura.

That death qi is extremely special, for example, Sun Wukong had been to the underworld before, but he just felt that the yin qi there was heavier.

But what is revealed here is extremely simple death.

Here, it is really like a cemetery.

Not long after the man spoke, there was a faint echo inside.

"Let him in."

The man in the top hat gently pushed the door open, signaling for Sun Wukong to be quiet when he entered.

The latter walked in calmly, and a breath of great age came to his face.

This is a very large hall, much larger than the halls of any palace that Sun Wukong has seen before, and even the Lingxiao Hall of Heavenly Court can't be compared.

Sun Wukong looked in the distance, and saw several huge ice cones connected to each other in front of him. Under the ice cones, was a quaint bronze throne.

On that bronze throne sat a man.

Sun Wukong couldn't see his appearance, because his face always seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist.

But it can be seen that he is wearing a blue battle armor.

Immediately, Sun Wukong's eyes fell on the throne, on a scabbard.

The scabbard seemed to coincide with the cut in his hand.

He stepped closer.

"Young man, where are you from?"

"Honghuang." Sun Wukong said calmly.

"Daqian World, I have never heard of this name. Of course, it is also possible that I forgot. Can you show me the knife in your hand?"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong threw the long sword directly.

He was not afraid of what this seemingly terrifying person in front of him would do to him.

Seeing that person, he held up the long knife with great nostalgia, and seemed to reveal a smile behind the deep fog.

He picked up the scabbard on the side and sent the long knife in.

"Yes, she walked in a hurry that day, taking the knife but not the sheath."

Sun Wukong knew that she should be the woman from the city in the sky,

"The last time I saw this scabbard, I don't remember how long it has been, but there were indeed three people who came, and one of them was carrying this knife." At this time, the person finally said that he was on time.

Sun Wukong asked slowly, "This should be their last stop, right?"

The man on the throne nodded.Then he said, "Indeed, they took one thing from me."

"what?"

He pointed to the side, and Sun Wukong noticed that there was a pool not far away.

But now, there is a mass of stagnant water, and nothing is left.

It seems to be a... lotus pond!

"They took the Chuangshi Qinglian from me, and I also felt the breath of this thing on you." The man continued.

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly. It turned out that the creation green lotus was not born from chaos, but was taken away from here by Pangu.

So who is this person in front of you?

The creation of Qinglian is just a lotus for him to watch in this pool, and although Sun Wukong cannot perceive his breath, he knows that he is not weak.

The man took a breath and said again: "I don't even remember my name, I just remember that I am the Lord of the Death Palace, so you can call me Death God, it doesn't matter, you can tell me who you are helping Are you looking for memories?"

With that said, he attached the long sword to the scabbard and threw it towards Sun Wukong.

At this time, a white shadow floated out from Sun Wukong's body and appeared in front of the God of Death.

That white shadow was Pangu. At this time, he looked at the god of death and said faintly, "I remember you."

From Pangu's figure, a strong hatred suddenly radiated.

Sun Wukong's hand caressed the long sword.

The God of Death chuckled lightly and said, "That's right, what you are looking for is in my hands. Back then, this was exchanged with me voluntarily."