Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

"This..." Sun Wukong stared into the distance, and Yue Ji was surrounded by gods. The murderous aura around him was like a black dragon circling around Sun Wukong. The dragon devoured it instantly.

It may be turned into powder in an instant.

In the distance, many strong cultivators in Nishang Cave were extremely shocked. That was Yue Ji, and another Yue Ji, she appeared, and even fought with Sun Wukong. Several strong cultivators looked at Yue Ji worriedly.

Tsukihime seemed a little drunk.

Her face turned red, her movements gradually slowed down, and her body trembled slightly, making people feel pity, but who would dare to be disrespectful to Yue Ji here?

Who knows that Yue Ji's ability to reach the sky, in the hearts of other loose cultivators, Yue Ji's status is higher than everything, and it is extremely important to them.

At this moment, Yue Ji, who was surrounded by the Qi of Nine Netherworld in the distance, had even more chills in her eyes. She seemed to be forced by Sun Wukong. She stared at Sun Wukong fiercely. Cover up completely.

It is between those spiritual powers, the stars hold the moon.

"die!"

Tsukihime spoke up.

As if he was talking about an ultimatum, the splendid spiritual power around him suddenly spurted out, like a torrent of opening gates for a while, more like a behemoth rushing out, attacking every loose cultivator present with an absolute sense of oppression.

Countless strong cultivators only felt their heart skip a beat, and a few chaotic realm loose cultivators in the distance did not dare to look directly. Is this the true power of Yue Ji?This is close to the gods!Enough to destroy the whole world!

"die?"

Yue Ji, who was sitting quietly at the wine table, raised her head, her cheeks were completely red, and her eyes seemed to be blurred.

Bang, Yue Ji's body swayed, as if she was draining her strength. In the distance, Yue Ji's body also trembled obviously. She subconsciously raised her head and looked at the stone table. Yue Ji had already fallen to the ground and fell into a deep sleep.

The surrounding spiritual power is dissipating in itself, and the splendid spiritual power in the air is more like losing the main body, drifting away with the wind, and there is no more.

Sun Wukong found an opportunity, slammed the golden cudgel in his hand, aimed at Yue Ji in the distance and slammed it hard, and swept the stick on Yue Ji's body. shocking.

"Go away."

The next moment, Sun Wukong realized that the fallen Yueji had transformed into countless murderous auras, dispersed with the wind, and disappeared without any condensation.

Sun Wukong's face showed a few traces of sadness. A few breaths ago, he had already thought about this, thinking that Yue Ji would disappear and die because of this. It seems that this Yue Ji is different from what he saw.

puff.

Beside the stone table, Yue Ji suddenly raised her head, coughed a few times, and a stream of dark red blood spurted out of Yue Ji's mouth.

"This?"

Several strong cultivators immediately gathered around and looked at Yue Ji with worried expressions. Several of them had anxious expressions on their faces, "This, what should I do, Lord Yue Ji is injured."

"Most of this ghost was forcibly brought by Lord Yueji, and now he is forcibly forcing the ghost to disperse its power... This Lord Yueji is in the state of self-destruction." An old man shouted in pain, his face full of distress.

The situation of the few forced repairers around was not much better, and they cared about Yue Ji very much, and what happened in front of them made them feel a sense of sadness.

When Sun Wukong returned to Yue Ji, he also felt that something was wrong, but with his skills, without any power increase, he absolutely could not fight against the godless realm powerhouse, even though he was not the perfect Yue Ji.

But its strength may be a bit more terrifying than Yue Ji, and the mysterious nine secluded murderous aura entangled in it is even more difficult to deal with, but in the end it dissipated in an instant, showing what price Yue Ji paid.

When Sun Wukong learned the truth, he frowned and thought secretly.

The mysterious Tsukihime that suddenly appeared was mostly related to Tsukihime in front of her, and it seemed that she was the ghost in the mouths of these guys.

"Then everything that appears in this realm is not a ghost?" Sun Wukong thought slowly. At this time, Yue Ji had opened her eyes, and there was still a hint of drunkenness in her eyes.

"Why." Yiqiang Xiu couldn't help but said. In contrast, he seemed to want to have a good fight with Sun Wukong, and was simply reluctant that Yue Ji should be injured for this.

Because of everything in front of her, Yue Ji was greatly injured, and the spiritual energy in her body seemed to be mostly depleted, and it took a long time to recover.

"Wraith, was it a ghost just now?" Sun Wukong looked up and looked into the depths of Nishang Cave, as if planning to pursue the existence of Jiu Ming.

Chapter [-]: The peerless beauty, the soul of life and death

Yue Ji raised her head and shook her head gently, her beautiful face and pale lips made people feel pity in her heart.

Such a peerless beauty fell to the ground.

"You should understand that the death of those monsters has nothing to do with me." Yue Ji's weak voice came, she seemed to want to get up, but the strength of her body dissipated, and it was difficult for her to get up.

"The ghosts are the three corpses you cut off?" Sun Wukong looked at Yue Ji, as if thinking, and was very curious about everything in front of him.

The power of the Wraith is no different from itself, and it is even stronger than the main body. This is not the first time that Sun Wukong has faced the Wraith.

"The Wraith is a bit stronger than itself. If all of them are condensed, the power will be even more terrifying than ours." Another strong cultivator couldn't help saying.

He obviously knows a lot about his own Wraith, and has even dealt with Wraith several times.

Sun Wukong nodded lightly, if others told him these things, I am afraid that Sun Wukong would not believe that the soul he created could be stronger than himself.

This is an incomprehensible thing, and the mysterious murderous aura of the Nine Netherworld appears. All these seem to have no connection, but in fact they are all transformed by the ghost, which really makes Sun Wukong feel inexplicable.

"Where are these ghosts?" Sun Wukong already had the idea of ​​dispersing all the ghosts, and he didn't want to give the ghosts the slightest chance.

If these Wraiths are all hands-on, the result of the activation will be unimaginable at that time, and the entire realm seems to be calculated by the Wraiths.

Several strong cultivators shook their heads, "Although I know that these ghosts exist, I don't even know where they are. Their realm skills are the same as mine. We know that, and all ghosts know..."

After a few strong cultivators finished speaking, a few traces of loneliness crossed their faces, their own skills, all these ghosts mastered, and the skills mastered by the ghosts, but others did not know.

Most of the scattered cultivators have nowhere to use the nine secluded murderous aura this time, and there is no possibility of dispersing it at all.

"It's hard to do."