The Monkey King

The cultivation base has been broken through, the spiritual power in the body is no longer frantic, and the invasion of boiling potions no longer exists after being separated from the hot bathtub.

However, the monkey has no time to take care of this.

In his heart, a trace of sadness was filling the air.

Everything in front of him was hazy, and in a trance, each scene was replayed in his mind.

Occasionally, he returned to Huaguo Mountain and was chased by the tiger that was supposed to die in his hands, running on the line between life and death.

Sometimes he would fight against two disciples of Dantongzi, roaring in despair.

Sometimes he knelt down outside the Three Stars Cave in the setting moon, kowtowed, and begged.

Sometimes I go back to that night eleven years ago, the night when Que'er was killed, and the unforgettable heart palpitations.

Climbing on snowy mountains, sneaking in the wilderness, floating in fast currents with a barrel in your arms, it feels like you might suffocate at any moment...

Over the past ten years, all the memories burst out and intertwined in his mind.

He held his head, rolling around unscrupulously, wailing, and crying.

Scene after scene passed before my eyes, sadness, fear, helplessness, pain, all negative emotions intertwined, evolving scene by scene!

The originally calm spiritual energy began to become involuntarily manic again, but unlike before, they did not bring physical torture to the monkey.

This spiritual power poured into every part of the body in an instant, and all the meridians sprayed and stirred in an instant.

The villi stood up, and the veins under the hair were faintly visible.

Sorrow, fear, anger, and despair intertwined and collided in my heart.

His fist hit the ground hard, and there was a deep pit when he punched it. Sand and stones splashed up, his fist was scratched, blood dripped, and there was severe pain, but it was difficult to cover up the pain from his soul.

A terrifying sense of depression fell on the monkey's chest, and his heart beat violently, sending hot blood to every part of his body.

"What's going on... what's going on! -!"

He held his head and struggled hard, hitting the ground hard with his head, causing blood to spurt out.

Various emotions expand and collide endlessly. Sometimes he cried, sometimes he laughed, sometimes he roared, sometimes he wailed, sometimes he felt despair like death, and let the tears flow.

The expression on his face has long been distorted to the point where no outline can be found.

Wind Chime looked at all this in panic.

The corners of Yang Chan's mouth turned up slightly, smiling slyly.

"What's going on! What's going on!" Feng Chime struggled to rush towards the monkey, but was still held tightly by Yang Chan.

"Don't go there, listen to me and don't go there! He will be fine."

Just like in the past thousand years, she has a heart as hard as steel.

At this time, even Qingyunzi in the attic was slightly moved, staring at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.

"How is this going?"

He has seen countless people break through to the state of Nai Shen, even if they are on the path of practitioners, this situation will not happen.

The painful wailing sound spread throughout the Taoist temple.

In the hall of Qianxin, Subhuti, who was holding a black wooden block and carefully carved seals, twitched his ears slightly and quickly counted with his fingers.

The expression on the old face changed slightly, and his eyes narrowed into slits.

"This Yang Chan...hum!"

When the monkey gradually controlled his emotions, or in other words, after the various emotions in his heart gradually became compatible, he jumped to his feet and glanced at everything around him with hostile eyes.

Slightly hunched back, heavy and violent breathing, trembling body, sweat mixed with blood and residual potion sliding down the forehead to the bridge of the nose, to the lips.

Stick out your tongue and taste it carefully. The bloody taste actually brings an incredible sense of peace at this moment.

However, after all, it couldn't extinguish the fire in his heart, but instead it aroused all the desires and burned more fiercely.

His muscles had swelled to the extreme, and he was shivering. His face with exposed veins was twisted in pain, and his grinning mouth revealed fangs. Extreme pain came from deep inside, as if a demon wanted to tear his body apart and came to this place. World in general.

Those eyes radiated a terrifying red light.

"Murderous!" Qingyunzi's hand shook, and the pottery cup in his hand fell to the ground and spilled tea all over the floor.

Slowly turning his face to the side, his red eyes turned to look at Yang Chan and Feng Chime.

At this moment, even the wind chime couldn't help but shudder and flinch slightly.

Is this still the same monkey she knew?

A smile appeared on Yang Chan's cold face, she raised her hand and pointed to the grass not far away.

As Yang Chan pointed, the monkey's gaze turned, and the moment he looked into those eyes, all the Taoist disciples in the grass got goosebumps.

No words were needed, intuition told them all.

The deep fear exploded instantly and spread, defeating everyone's will in an instant.

"Run! He's going to kill someone!" With a cry, everyone ran away, and no one even evaluated the chance of winning in a group attack.

Need an assessment? Man and beast have never had a chance of winning.

Looking at the group of Taoist disciples who were stumbling to escape, Monkey growled and stretched out his hands to try to catch them. With a lust for blood in his eyes, he took a step forward, but struggled to stop.

The raised hand just stood there.

Everything in front of him became blurry again, and there was another fierce battle. The battle between nature and reason was so painful that it seemed like it was tearing his soul apart.

Wailing, wailing non-stop, holding his head and rolling around wildly, raising dust all over the sky.

After a long time, he finally let go of the hand holding his head tremblingly.

There seems to be some kind of agreement between nature and reason.

Panting and swallowing, he slowly raised his head and looked at Yang Chan in confusion.

For a moment, Yang Chan's expression froze, her eyes widened and the corners of her eyes twitching.

The two looked at each other for a long time. The monkey looked ferocious and panted, with drops of saliva dripping along his teeth, as if he was out of control.

And Yang Chan, who had already reached the third level of God Refining Realm, was actually overwhelmed by the momentum.

If a practitioner who has reached the ultimate realm of Nashen, suddenly pounces on her, she will have no chance of winning without being prepared.

How powerful Yang Jian is at the Nashen realm - she knows this better than anyone else.

"What did you do...I knew...you didn't have good intentions..." Monkey said intermittently with trembling lips.

The voice was hoarse and muddy, and it seemed that all the strength had been exhausted.

Feng Ling was so shocked that she couldn't speak. She subconsciously tightened the corners of Yang Chan's clothes.

Just when Yang Chan was secretly ready to take action at any time, a bitter smile suddenly appeared on the monkey's face, and he turned to look in the direction of the Sutra Pavilion. With a slight leap, he jumped more than five feet and flew directly over the cliff before sinking into the cliff. In the green forest above. Only Yang Chan was left stunned.

"He actually... took control." Yang Chan muttered to herself in disbelief.

He actually managed to control the amount of mace grass that was ten times larger than what Yang Jian used at that time. How did he do it...

"Something happened!" Qing Yunzi, standing on the attic, exclaimed.

"What's all the fuss about? Isn't it just to break through to the state of Naishin? Aren't there a few in the temple every year?" Dan Tongzi's lazy voice came from the room.

"He went to the Sutra Pavilion!"

"What?!" Dan Tongzi ran straight out of the house.