The Monkey King

The monkey struggled desperately. But in the face of the invisible and absolute power, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of it.

When he was thrown to the ground heavily, dozens of Taoist disciples who had just arrived and didn't know the depth of the Concentration Realm swarmed around him. On the contrary, the two Naishen realm monks were hesitant, never daring to step forward.

The torch held high illuminated the surrounding area.

"Fight! Beat to death!" someone yelled.

A heavy blow hit his chest, and a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth. The monkey was knocked to the ground in an instant, but he still reluctantly tried to get up.

A foot stepped on his back and pushed him down, followed immediately by countless tramplings, beatings, and unbearable curses. The Taoist disciples vented the anger in their hearts.

But every time the blow was struck, it only hit the monkey and could not penetrate into his heart.

"Not even as good as the water in that waterfall! Hahahaha." He thought.

He is weak, but he is extremely powerful, no one can defeat him!

During this period of time, the practice of breaking through to the realm of Nashen has left internal injuries, and the monkey itself is not in the best condition. But now his physical strength is almost exhausted, his two fists are no match for his four hands, and there is also a power of unknown origin that controls him at all times.

Even facing these Taoist disciples whose cultivation level was only at the Concentration Realm, he could only be beaten at this time and could not even struggle.

"Who is it?" Yang Chan's eyes began to search in the darkness, but she could not find the hidden cheater no matter what. It was certain that the power of the visitor was so strong that she could not reach her neck.

Just when these Taoist disciples were fighting vigorously, several yellow runes fell from the sky and exploded above the heads of the Taoist disciples, throwing out a large amount of yellow smoke and covering everyone!

In panic, the Taoist disciples scattered in all directions, but still surrounded the area shrouded in yellow smoke to prevent the monkeys from escaping.

The two Naishen realm monks also widened their eyes vigilantly, not letting go of any clues.

A breeze blew by, blowing away the yellow smoke.

He has a cute little face, a wooden sword in one hand, a steel whip in the other, and a black Taoist robe flying in the wind.

A pair of eyes as clear as glass, filled with tears, but still glaring at everyone resolutely.

She put on a fighting stance, changing from her usual weakness, and stood in front of the monkey.

"Wind chimes..."

The monkey lay on the ground covered in blood, but still stubbornly opened its eyes.

Hearing the monkey's voice, tears couldn't stop falling from the corners of her eyes.

She gritted her teeth and stared at the people surrounding them, but she didn't dare to look back at the monkey. It was as if just one look would make her collapse.

She pointed the wooden sword at Scarface, then pointed at the one-eyed dragon, and then pointed at others. In the panic, she didn't even know who to point at.

The wind chime cried: "Stop! Stop immediately! Stop it all!"

"Is it a wind chime? Did she just use a Taoist talisman?"

"How is this possible? When did she reach the state of accepting gods? Could it be that she also practiced the Way of the Walker?"

Some people among the Taoist disciples were vaguely talking about Taoism.

Scarface just covered the wound on his forearm and remained silent, while One-Eyed Dragon took a step forward and said, "Junior Sister Feng Ling, this matter has nothing to do with you, get out of the way!"

"No!" Feng Chi shouted, stretched out his hands, blocked the one-eyed dragon and the monkey with his petite body, and looked around stubbornly: "No one is allowed to hurt him!"

"Get out of the way..." Monkey smiled helplessly: "These two are sent by Dantongzi. They will not be as afraid of you as the Taoist disciples in the temple."

"No!" Feng Ling turned her face and cried, biting her lip, her tears falling crazily like a dam bursting, but she never took a step back.

She was really scared, very scared, very scared, and was trembling with fear. Everyone in the Taoist temple knew that Feng Chime was timid.

But she just wouldn't retreat, didn't want to retreat, didn't want to retreat!

The one-eyed dragon shook his head helplessly, stretched out his hand to summon the scimitar stuck on the rock nearby, pointed at the wind chime and said coldly: "If you don't let me, don't blame me for being rude!"

Wind Chime gritted his teeth, raised the steel whip and threw it out.

A ray of spiritual power flew out along the trajectory of the steel whip, hitting the grass in front of the one-eyed dragon, leaving a shallow scratch.

The power is so small that it can be ignored, but this is the answer.

"You!" The one-eyed dragon hesitated.

The two sides just faced off like this, with no one giving in.

At this moment, a voice sounded.

"Hehehe, Fengchi, if you get hurt, it will be hard for me to explain to my senior brother."

Looking in the direction of the sound, everyone discovered that Dan Tongzi had been standing on the top of a tree not far away. The branch on which the tip of the toe is touching is only as thick as a finger.

The breeze was caressing his fiery red sleeves, and he stood so tall, looking down with cold eyes, like a god looking down on all living beings.

Stretching out his hand, he moved his five fingers slightly. The five-color rings on each of the five fingers flashed, and a force quickly grabbed the wind chime's arms, just like what the monkey had just faced. No matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of it.

The wind chime was lifted up in the air and carried aside.

"Uncle Dantong! You can't do this! He is your junior brother! He is your junior brother!" Feng Ling suddenly cried.

"It's too noisy." Dan Tongzi hooked his fingertips, and a force quickly covered Feng Chime's mouth, as if it was covered, leaving only a whine.

Dan Tongzi suddenly realized it and smiled at everyone: "Hey, don't just look at me, go and do what you have to do!"

That smile made One-Eyed Dragon and Scarface shudder, and they quickly turned to face the monkey.

However, when he faced the monkey, he broke into a cold sweat.

What was on the bloody face was an incredible calmness, not even an expression of pain.

He struggled to stand up, his body was covered in injuries, and every movement brought severe pain, but he still stood up stubbornly, facing the one-eyed dragon, Scarface, and the Taoist disciples.

Looking at the wind chime, the monkey smiled.

That smile made Feng Ling extremely heartbroken.

Why do you still stand up? Why? As long as you fall down, as long as you admit defeat, maybe...

The wind chimes made no sound, and I could only watch with wide eyes and horror as the monkey moved forward step by step with difficulty, its hands and feet struggling in vain in the air, and tears falling drop by drop.

Stretching out his left hand towards Scarface and One-Eyed Dragon, Monkey sneered: "Come on, do you dare to challenge me? You're not afraid, are you? Hahahaha."

He looked around at everyone, laughing crazily and sadly.

At that moment, the whole world was so silent that he seemed to be the only one left.

Amidst the weird laughter, the two Nashen realm Taoist disciples didn't even dare to breathe. They could only watch as the monkey laughed, laughed, laughed wildly, and finally the laughter turned into violent coughing.

They are afraid, but what are they afraid of?

Even they themselves can't tell.

Even if the monkeys made such a suicidal move, they still did not dare to take a step forward.

"You... you just ask for mercy. As long as you admit defeat, we will..."

"Get the fuck out of here!" The monkey bared its teeth and roared, its hysterical voice echoing in the mountains.

"Come here if you want! Hahahaha, why are you talking so much nonsense? Come on! Beat me to death!"

On a cold autumn night, my quick breath turned into a faint mist before my eyes.

Blood loss, scars, overdrawn spiritual power, old injuries, and new illnesses, the body in front of him is just a vulnerable body held up by his will.

However, even so, the encirclement that should have been narrowed actually expanded, and everyone instinctively took a step back.

Fear has spread.

Yang Chan, who was hiding in the grass, opened his mouth slightly, but didn't know what to say. She couldn't find a word to describe the monkey in front of her.

What kind of stubbornness, what kind of obsession, can support such a body?

In the past, she felt that her brother was the strongest person in the world, single-handedly supporting an army that rebelled against heaven. But this monkey...

There was an indescribable, bitter feeling in Yang Chan's heart.

In a daze, she seemed to see the young man who reached out his hand to wipe away his tears in Jinxia Cave a thousand years ago. He was injured but unwilling to give up. He was obviously weak, but no one was stronger than him.

"Why do you have to stand up? They are so stupid. These people are so stupid. Hahahahaha." She smiled and burst into tears.

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