Chapter 843 Storms Rise in the North Sea, and the Demon Emperor Faces the Dark Sky!

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.

Yang Jian was sitting cross-legged on the side of the cliff at this time, practicing quietly, waiting for Buddhism to reply to him.

Behind him by the lotus pond, a golden-red short-haired monkey lay there quietly, while Zixia walked around in the small building on the edge of the cliff, looking at the land where Yao Ji and Xiao Chan'er once lived.

However, within a few hours, Sun Wukong had healed from his injuries, and the damage to his primordial spirit had also recovered to a small extent. Obviously, this natural spirit body does have something unique.

When he opened his eyes, what he saw was the fairy mist, the green mountains and white clouds, and the empty valley with a leaf slowly.

A small face approached from the side, occupying most of his sight.

The little fairy in cloud shirt looked curiously at the embarrassed monkey, then turned her head happily and shouted: "Master! He's awake! There's no blackness in his eyes!"

The monkey suddenly showed a fierce look, and the little fairy jumped away deftly, blinking her eyes in fear.

This fierce look is nothing but subconscious self-protection.

A cold snort came from the side, Sun Wukong immediately followed the sound and saw the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, his eyes were fixed for a moment, and then he relaxed as if resigned to his fate.

Yang Jian turned his back to him and asked, "Sun Wukong, do you remember what you did before?"

After a moment of silence, the monkey replied calmly, "I remember."

The calmness and composure in this tone made Yang Jian a little uncomfortable to ask questions.

"Do you have any regrets?"

"No regrets."

"Oh?" Yang Jian turned around and stared at Sun Wukong, but the latter did not meet Yang Jian's gaze, but turned his head to look elsewhere.

Zixia on the side couldn't help scolding a few times: "You, Monkey King, really don't know good from bad, it was my master who rescued you; you were controlled by evil spirits, and master even bothered to cleanse your primordial spirit for you, and even spent more cultivation on purpose not to hurt your bones!"

The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched, he cupped his hands to Yang Jian, and said in a somewhat distorted manner: "Really? Thank you."

Yang Jian was not angry, but smiled a little, took a step on the edge of the cliff, and appeared in front of Monkey King.

Looking down at this moment, the monkey couldn't hide the disappointment on his face, but he insisted on holding on to the last bit of face.

Perhaps in Yang Jian's view, this monkey happened to be a young man in the rebellious period.

"Journey to the West is a catastrophe, so I can't go on," Yang Jian said, "I didn't save you for you to repay me, but I just can't bear the loss of a person who should be rescued. Sun Wukong, you should understand what I mean when I say "responsible disaster."

"Those demons who plot against me secretly?"

Sun Wukong sneered, with thorns in his words, "Zhenjun Erlang should be omnipotent, why are you still afraid of these demons?"

Yang Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "I'm a little scared."

Sun Wukong paused, frowned and stared at Yang Jian. Seeing that Yang Jian looked calm, he couldn't understand how Yang Jian said these three words.

"Why, I can't have people or things to be afraid of?" Yang Jian put his hands in his sleeves and smiled kindly. "I have many weaknesses, but most of them are overcome by me. But compared to the strongest of those demons, my strength is far inferior. This is the biggest weakness."

Sun Wukong was silent, but kept his mouth tightly shut.

Yang Jian continued: "I also know your master, he has mentioned you many times."

"Where is Master?" Sun Wukong jumped up suddenly, subconsciously trying to grab Yang Jian's collar, but he forcibly held back halfway through the movement.

Yang Jian defeated him head-on and easily. No matter how arrogant the monkey is in his heart, he still has a respect for the strong.

"He won't meet you again," Yang Jian sighed softly, "He is in retreat, in order to fight against the invasion of these evil spirits in the future."

The monkey suddenly stood there feeling lost, his eyes were a little loose, as if he had just grasped a glimmer of hope, but this hope was shattered again in an instant.

On the side, Zixia muttered in a low voice: "With your appearance, it's no wonder your master meets you."

Monkey King glared angrily, and Zixia shrugged her shoulders with an indifferent look on her face.

If you really want to talk about it, we are still your big sister, so fierce!

Yang Jian said again: "Do you feel that you have been humiliated, but you have nowhere to vent your anger? Or you feel that this world has raised you, but it can't teach you how to behave. You can't help but feel a little bit angry, right?"

"Humph," was the only response the monkey had. He turned his head and found a rock and jumped on it, sitting there looking at the lotus pond in a daze.

"Forget it, let's stay here for a few days, and think about how to go in the future."

Yang Jian sighed softly, and swiped his finger on the ground, Sun Wukong was immediately imprisoned by Xuangang with a circumference of ten feet.

The latter didn't respond at all, just staring at the lotus pond.

"Master," Zixia made a sneaky gesture to Yang Jian, Yang Jian understood, and the two walked to the edge of the cliff.

Before the monkey woke up, Yang Jian had already told Zixia about the involvement of Sun Wukong and their master and apprentice. Zixia discussed some countermeasures with Yang Jian, but it was only because of her vision that she didn't have any useful opinions.

When the two reached the edge of the cliff, Zixia complained in a low voice: "Master is biased, how can he be so tolerant to him."

Yang Jian laughed dumbly, "He is the disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, and you are my disciple. Naturally, I must be strict with you, so as not to lose face as a teacher by going out."

"Okay, anyway, I'm the one who was left behind by my master and mother," Zixia sighed faintly, tiptoed to look in the direction of the lotus pond, and blinked lightly.

Yang Jian asked: "Do you have any other ghost ideas, tell me and listen."

"Master, look at this Junior Brother Monkey King, are you worried that he will become depressed and lose his fighting spirit?"

"Oh," Yang Jian also sighed, "At first, I thought that the catastrophe of the Journey to the West would just sharpen his mind and make him behave in a more tactful way. And with the merit of the disaster of the Journey to the West, it could also open his shackles of heaven and earth, giving him a chance to reach the Holy Throne before the catastrophe. It's a pity..."

"It was calculated by those powerful people, right?"

"That's right." Yang Jian nodded with a smile, "The other party is not an arrogant person. Such an opponent is quite tricky."

Zixia pursed her lips and stood there thinking for a while, "Then, Master, is there any other way to help the little junior grow up quickly?"

"Most of the so-called shortcuts are to let oneself suffer and hone..."

Yang Jian thought for a while, then shook his head, "Now, opening the last shackles of heaven and earth is just a bad thing for him, and he has to realize it by himself. The great sage Equaling Heaven, who was full of vigor back then, now has to sink for a while, and this is the best experience for him."

"It can't catch up with the catastrophe."

"The most powerful one wants to destroy Honghuang, or Honghuang wants to defeat these powerful enemies, how can it be a day's work?"

Yang Jian chuckled, and was about to take the opportunity to educate Fairy Zixia, but his eyebrows twitched suddenly.

This seems to be a sign of some kind of major event in the world.

Yang Jian raised his head and looked towards the north, where there was a Taoist rhyme overflowing from the barrier set up by the strongest, and then slowly condensed over the North Sea.

...

Two hours ago, the Nether Stream in the North Sea was at the deepest point.

Yang Jian wandered here in a dream that day, although he didn't see the exact picture, but the approximate situation is true.

On both sides of the Nether Stream, there are black and dense armies. These people have a stable aura, and the lowest level of cultivation are all true immortals. They are overlapping and the number cannot be counted, but they are definitely an incomparably terrifying force.

And at the bottom of the Nether Stream, there are countless golden immortals and Daluo golden immortals first, and then thousands of quasi-sages...

They have different cultivation bases and different faces, and there are even many old friends, colleagues, teachers, and relatives who are powerful in the world, but they are all here at this time, waiting to rush back to the prehistoric world again.

These losers who were once eliminated by the prehistoric era will come again as terminators. This seems to be some kind of "road" principle, but in terms of common sense, it is really too unbelievable.

Fortunately, although there are many masters of the witch clan here, perhaps because of Pangu's blood, the ancestral witches who belonged to those eleven have some strange shapes.

These existences are nothing but puppets born under some kind of great supernatural power.

And in the deepest part, in front of the huge whirlwind connecting the heaven and the earth, a pyramid-shaped low mountain stands quietly.

There are nine people at the bottom of the short mountain, arranged in a triangle, each occupying a small cave.

These nine people were the talents of the sky who were once amazing in the prehistoric world, but finally fell with hatred. Now they are about to come to the prehistoric world again, but they are directly endowed with the strength of the saint realm...

How the most powerful people did it is not important; what is important is that the appearance of the nine of them may have a huge impact on the monks in the prehistoric period.

There are four caves above the nine, which are naturally the remaining four of the Five Elements Venerable.

And on the top of the mountain above the Four Cave Mansion, the most powerful man who had talked face-to-face with Yang Jian sat cross-legged on a futon, with five hearts returning to the original, practicing quietly there.

As if everything here had nothing to do with him.

"Xuanzang? Journey to the West?"

The ninth mouth whispered twice, and opened his eyes, as if he heard someone tell him from the void about the small changes that happened in the past.

Although this change is small, its significance is quite deep.

Anyone else can't wait to get their hands dirty?

The smile on the corner of Xeon's mouth was somewhat mocking.

It seems that the last time he missed and was severely injured, Taisu, who was supposed to be destroyed, left a spark, so that Dao Dashi reappeared after a very short interval... This result still makes the leader a little dissatisfied.

However, in the battle of Taisu, he came alone in the dark, cleverly calculated, blended into the great world to disrupt the situation, and finally destroyed the entire Taisu.

Such a feat, they probably don't take it seriously.

"Xeon..."

Ninth lowered his head and looked at his hands, two completely different avenues bloomed from his palms.

The years have been too long, so long that he has forgotten many things, even his own name and dao name.

"Forget it, it's just a few years of free time, but the chance of winning is small, and the one who wins in the end will still be me."

As if deciding on a small matter, the Ninth Supreme lightly tapped the stone slab next to the futon with his fingers, and a dozen streamers of light flew out from below, and knelt down in front of the short mountain.

"Who is going to submit the letter of war? In a few days, we will start a war against Hong Huang and sweep away the remnants of Tai Su."

The dozens of figures below suddenly shook inexplicably.

A moment later, a young man in a black robe held a jade plate, set off from the low mountain, and flew slowly towards the outside of the Nether Stream.

Most of the revived with empty eyes saw this person along the way, their expressions were shocked, and many of this person's 'senior' looked indifferent, and they didn't know who this person was.

Talking about the appearance of a young man, he has a slender figure, a handsome but pale face, red phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, and a rather slender neck.

He was surrounded by a faint mist, and there seemed to be nine strange demon fires in the mist. When he arrived at the area where Daluo Jinxian and Jinxian gathered, half of the army spontaneously knelt down to him.

This is a reverence for the kings of the past.

After he flew out of the Nether Stream, the powerful barrier that blocked the prehistoric sage did not hinder his actions, so he was allowed to fly above the North Sea and stand under the black air and boundless miasma in the sky.

Unleashing momentum, a somewhat terrifying avenue forcibly squeezed into the sea of ​​prehistoric principles, shaking the world, eclipsing the situation, and changing the color of countless monks guarding the North Sea.

"saint!"

"They're out!"

Before the Great Desolate Army could take any action, the man burst into laughter in the air, but that figure appeared strangely in the hearts of all the monks within tens of thousands of miles.

Some monks who practiced and had some thoughts exclaimed!

Many human overhauls who participated in the battle of the ancients were even more pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The rampant laughter was weird, harsh, and tinged with contempt.

"Honghuang, your emperor is back!"

PS: The heating pressure valve broke at night, the corridor became a waterfall, and the sudden power outage destroyed my unsaved manuscripts, and the rewriting was particularly slow... I owe an update tonight, and I will make it up later~

Bow down and apologize and have the audacity to ask for a wave of recommendation tickets.