Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

"There is no nine secluded air around here."

Sun Wukong held his breath, and did not recklessly disperse his spiritual power, but slowly searched for the details, but soon found that what he originally thought of, it seems that there is no place here.

The murderous aura of Jiuyou does not exist, and it seems to be absolutely different from the peace and tranquility here, but this does not mean that this Nishangdongtian has not laid out the design of the entire realm.

Continue to walk forward and gradually walk into the village. The elders just watch Sun Wukong, and they all open their mouths. It may be the only "monkey" that these elders have lived here for endless years.

Going down, Sun Wukong has a strange feeling that he can't figure out, is this still the cave in his heart?This place seems to be a mere corner of the continent of thousands of realms, so weak that it cannot enter the sight of others.

Even a small village that is not worth mentioning at all is inconspicuous here, but all the spearheads are pointing here, the end of the mysterious altar, the terrifying murderousness of Jiuyou, and the terrifying situation.

Countless monsters designed to jump into traps, seemingly simple and ordinary things are completely tied together by this small village.

"Uncle, who is he." A voice suddenly sounded in the distance, Sun Wukong looked up, his eyes narrowed quickly, he saw Jiu Ming, the Jiu Ming who died in front of him.

It's just that the Jiu Ming at this time is definitely not the endless dead energy around him, and there is no murderous aura from Jiuyou. He looks like the little brother next door, kind and responsible. Gives an inexplicable feeling of sunshine.

This.

Never.

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, the golden hoop in his palm buzzed, and seemed to be responding.

He raised his head and stared hard at the Jiu Ming in front of him. A chill appeared in his eyes. The boundless chill seemed to spew out of his eyes at any time, surrounding the Jiu Ming in front of him and killing him suddenly.

He traveled all over the mountains.

Across all waters.

I have been to the heavens and the underworld, but I have never seen such a scene before. I am completely dead, there is no thought power, there is no trace of it, and it completely disappears into nothingness, just like the name in the book of life and death reaches the end!

Turning this page, the next page turned out to be him...

Sun Wukong shook his head, looked at Jiu Ming, and tried his best to remain calm.

Chapter [-] The cycle of life and death, the master of the cave

boom.

Memories flooded in like a flood.

The image of Jiu Ming flashed in his mind like a slideshow. Jiu Ming started, surrounded by endless murderous Jiuyou, the mysterious altar appeared, and the mysterious barrier rose from the ground.

Everything is constantly circling in Sun Wukong's mind, constantly blooming, and constantly ending.

All of these real appearances were so real that he could feel it deeply with the golden hoop rod, and even shattered the mysterious barrier, but in the end he realized that the guy who fell in front of him was standing here safely at the moment!

Just like the elders of Wan Yaodong at that time.

The flying horse under him slammed into the ancient tree, and the warm blood sprinkled on the vast land like raindrops. In the end, he appeared alive in front of everyone's eyes. He was so real.

None of this seems fake at all.

"Ah."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, and the chill in his eyes became stronger and stronger. Jiu Ming in the distance didn't seem to notice it. Walking forward, that familiar face, familiar movements, and even familiar people!

Sun Wukong is sure that he has seen Jiu Ming, really saw it, fought with Jiu Ming, and killed Jiu Ming. From his memory, Jiu Ming is definitely real, and he was really killed, although his actions are like Ghostly, but it exists!

The three souls and six souls were all shattered.

The mysterious altar almost divided up all the remaining power of Jiu Ming, and at this time, he actually appeared here alive.

Sun Wukong tried his best to keep his composure, squinting his eyes and swept around, and suddenly realized that those guys who were all turned into ashes in the White Bone Mountain and were completely beheaded were really appearing in front of him at this moment.

But it was completely beyond Sun Wukong's expectations. Those guys who were supposed to have their hands stained with countless blood, drank all the blood of all monsters, slaughtered the monsters in the realm, and deprived them of their lives, at this time, they behaved like simple and honest mountains. resident.

At this time.

A little girl with double ponytails came running quickly, wearing a red blouse with a golden carp on her body, with shallow dimples at the corners of her mouth, as if from the painting, she was pretty and cute, she held up the clear spring, and was sending it to Sun Wukong, even about to ask for it. Raised to Sun Wukong's mouth.

She didn't seem to have any hostility towards this strange slut with long hair on her face. Sun Wukong bowed his body, looked at the clear spring in front of him subconsciously, and stretched out his finger lightly.

He still didn't understand.

All the previous situations seemed to be overturned in an instant, the ideal world was greatly overturned, everything was blocked in an instant, and there was no intention to open it at all.

He was stunned.

It's hard to understand, and it's hard to understand all this. He doesn't seem willing to see all this in front of him, and seems willing to believe that he hasn't experienced everything on Baigu Mountain at all.

"Uncle, who is he?"

Jiu Ming stepped forward again, and threw a questioning glance at the purple-robed powerhouse, but saw the blood on the corner of the purple-robed powerhouse's mouth, subconsciously frowned, and looked back at Sun Wukong.

The purple-robed powerhouse did not answer, and seemed reluctant to speak at this time.

Sun Wukong's eyebrows were still tightly twitched, and the previous pictures kept circling in his mind. He searched for every detail and every possible flaw.

But in the end, it doesn't seem to be found.

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the ground, and said nothing, the purple-robed strong man just stood aside when he saw this, Jiu Ming didn't continue to ask, Lori with shallow dimples was a little flustered, and didn't seem to understand how wonderful the world of adults is.

A full night passed, and countless details passed in front of Sun Wukong. Everything was so real. He quickly recalled and forced himself to explore every detail.

Could it be that what he cut off was only the soul of Jiu Ming?

In other words, what he cut off was a ghost, a ghost from the soul of the nine ghosts. He was regarded as the nine ghosts, but it was not the nine ghosts.