Chapter 843: Storms in the North Sea, the Demon Emperor is facing the dark sky!

Yuquan Mountain, Jinxia Cave.
Yang Jian was sitting cross-legged beside the cliff, practicing quietly, waiting for Buddhism to reply to him.
Behind the lotus pond, a golden-red short-haired monkey lay quietly there, while Zixia walked around in the small building on the edge of the cliff, looking at the boundary where Yao Ji and Xiao Chan'er lived.
However, within a few hours, Sun Wukong had healed from his injuries, and his soul had recovered a little bit from his injuries. Obviously, this natural spirit body did have its uniqueness.
When he opened his eyes, the goal was a faint mist, the green mountains and the white clouds were tired, and the empty valley one leaf slowly.
A small face leaned over from the side and occupied most of his sight.
The little fairy in a cloud shirt was looking at the somewhat embarrassed monkey curiously, and then turned his head happily and shouted: "Master! He is awake! There is no blackness in his eyes!"
The monkey suddenly showed a fierce look, and the little fairy jumped away dexterously, and blinked a little afraid.
This fierce aspect is nothing but subconscious self-protection.
A cold snort came from the side, and Monkey King immediately followed the sound and saw the figure sitting on the edge of the cliff, his eyes condensed first, and then he relaxed as if accepting his fate.
Yang Jian turned his back to him and asked: "Monkey King, do you remember what you did before?"
After a moment of silence, the monkey replied calmly: "Remember."
The calmness in this tone made Yang Jian a little difficult to question.
"Can you regret it?"
"No regrets."
"Oh?" Yang Jian turned around and stared at Monkey King, but the latter did not meet Yang Jian, but turned to look away.
Zixia on the side couldn't help but reprimanded a few times: "You really don't know good or bad, my master saved you back; you are controlled by demons, and master also bothered to cleanse the soul for you. In order not to hurt your roots, I deliberately spent more cultivation!"
Sun Wukong curled his mouth and bowed his hand to Yang Jian, saying something out of shape: "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 time, the monkey's face couldn't hide his frustration, but he held up his last face.
Perhaps in Yang Jian's eyes, this monkey happened to be a young man in the rebellious period.
"The catastrophe of Journey to the West should be impossible to go on," Yang Jian said, "I didn't save you so that you could give me anything back. I just can't bear to lose a person who should be robbed in this world. Monkey King, you should understand what I said should be robbed. What does it mean."
"Those demons who secretly calculated me?"
Monkey King sneered, with thorns in his words, "The true monarch of Erlang should be omnipotent. How can I be afraid of these demons?"
Yang Jian thought for a while, nodded and said, "Somewhat scared."
Monkey King paused, frowning and staring at Yang Jian, seeing Yang Jian's face calm, but he couldn't understand how Yang Jian said these three words.
"Why, I can't have people or things I'm afraid of?" Yang Jian put his hands in his sleeves and smiled kindly. "I have many weaknesses, but most of them have been overcome by me. But compared to the strongest among those demons. People, my strength is far from as good as that, this is the biggest weakness."
Monkey King was silent, but closed his mouth tightly.
Yang Jian continued: "I also know your master. He has talked about you many times."
"Where is the master?" Monkey King suddenly jumped up, and subconsciously went to grab Yang Jian's collar, but he forcibly held back the movement halfway through.
Yang Jian defeated him head-on and easily. No matter how arrogant the monkey is, he still has a respect for the strong.
"He won't see you again," Yang Jian sighed softly, "He is in retreat, in order to resist the invasion of these demons in the future."
The monkey stood there suddenly in a daze, his eyes distracted, as if he had just grasped a glimmer of hope, but this hope suddenly shattered again.
On the side, Zixia whispered: "Just what you look like, it's strange that your master meets you."
Monkey King glared, and Zixia shrugged, her expression indifferent.
If you really want to talk about it, we're still your big sister, what's so fierce!
Yang Jian said again: "You feel that you have been humiliated, but you have nowhere to vent your anger? Or you feel that this world has nurtured you, but can't teach you how to act, and you can't help but feel a little bit angry, right?"
"Humph," this was the monkey's only response. He turned to find a stone and jumped on it, sitting there looking at the lotus pond in a daze.
"Never mind, stay clean here for a few days, and think about the way forward."
Yang Jian sighed softly and stroked his finger on the ground, and Monkey King was immediately imprisoned by Xuan Gang.
The latter didn't respond at all, just staring at the lotus pond in a daze.
"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 Monkey King and their masters and apprentices, but Zixia had discussed some countermeasures with Yang Jian, but because of his vision, there were no useful opinions.
When the two reached the edge of the cliff, Zixia whispered: "Master is partial, so how can he be so tolerant to him."
Yang Jian laughed dumbly, "He is the disciple of Bodhi Patriarch, and you are my disciple. I will naturally be more strict with you so as not to lose my face as a teacher."
"Okay, I was also a bitter life thrown by the master anyway," Zixia sighed faintly, she tiptoed to the direction of the lotus pond and blinked gently.
Yang Jian asked: "Do you have any other ideas? Tell them and listen."
"Master, look at this Junior Brother Qitian Great Sage, are you worried that he will be depressed and have no fighting spirit?"
"Oh," Yang Jian also sighed, "I originally thought that the catastrophe of the Westward Journey just allowed him to sharpen his temperament and be more sleek in the world. Moreover, with the power of the merits of the Westward Journey catastrophe, he can also open his world and earth shackles and let him be Before the robbery, there was a chance to go to the holy position. Unfortunately..."
"Is it calculated by the strongest?"
"Yes," Yang Jian nodded with a smile, "the other party is not an arrogant person, such an adversary is quite tricky."
Zixia pursed her lips, standing there for a while thinking, "Then, Master, is there any other way to help Junior Brother grow up quickly?"
"The so-called shortcuts are mostly to let yourself suffer hardship..."
Yang Jian thought for a while, and then shook his head, "Now, opening the last chain of heaven and earth is just a bad thing for him, and he has to let him understand it. The energetic Great Sage Qitian now has to sink for a while, This is the best experience for him."
"But I can't keep up with the catastrophe."
"How can it be a day's work for the strongest to destroy the prehistoric, or the prehistoric to defeat these powerful enemies?"
Yang Jian chuckled lightly. Just as he was about to take the opportunity to educate Fairy Zixia, his brows suddenly jumped.
This seems to be a sign of something major happening between heaven and earth.
Yang Jian looked up toward the north, where there was a rhyme of Taoism, overflowing from the barrier set by the strongest, and then slowly condensing in the air above the North Sea.
...
Two hours ago, the deepest part of Beihai Nether River.
Yang Jian wandered about this place in his dream that day. Although he did not see the exact picture, the general situation and what he saw were all true.
On the mountain walls on both sides of the Nether River are displays of black and pressurized army. These people are stable, and the ones with the lowest level of cultivation are the real immortals. They overlap and the number cannot be counted, but it is definitely an extremely terrifying force.
And at the bottom of the Netherworld, there are the uncountable Jinxian and Daluo Jinxian, and then thousands of quasi-sage powers...
The cultivation bases are not the same, the faces are not the same, and there are even many old friends, colleagues, teachers, and relatives who are powerful in the world, but at this time they are all here waiting to rush back to the prehistoric world again.
These losers, who were once eliminated by the prehistoric land, will come again as the Terminator. This seems to be some kind of ‘Great Way’, but in common sense, it is too incredible.
Fortunately, although there are many masters of the witch family here, it may be due to the Pangu bloodline. The ancestral witches of those eleven are a little strange. Although they have the rhyme and magical powers of the twelve ancestral witches, they can be concluded that they are not the ancestors of the year. The resurrection of the witch.
These existences are nothing more than puppets born under a certain supernatural power.
In the deepest part, before the huge whirlwind that connects the heavens and the earth, a small pyramid-shaped mountain stands quietly.
There are nine people at the bottom of the low mountain, arranged in triangles, each occupying a small cave.
These nine people are the talents of Tianzong who were once amazed in the prehistoric land, but finally fell with hatred. Now they are about to come to the predominant land again, but they are directly endowed with the strength of the Saint Realm...
It doesn't matter how the strongest did it; the important thing is that the appearance of the nine of them might have a huge impact on the monks at this time.
There are four cave houses above the nine people, and naturally they are the remaining four of the five elements.
And on the top of the mountain above Sidongfu, the strongest man who had talked with Yang Jian face-to-face, sat cross-legged on a futon, returning his five hearts to the Yuan, practicing quietly.
As if everything here has nothing to do with him.
"Xuan Zang? Westward Journey?"
In the ninth mouth, he murmured twice, and opened his eyes, as if he had heard someone telling him from the void of the small changes that had happened before.
This change is small, but its significance is quite deep.
Others can't wait to start doing it?
The smile on the corner of the strongest's mouth was somewhat mocking.
It seems that the last time he missed and was beaten and severely wounded, it left the fire that should have been destroyed by Tai Su, so that the great monasticist reappeared after a very short interval... Such a result still made the leader somewhat dissatisfied.
Of course, the battle of Taisu, he came secretly alone, clever calculations, merged into the world and disturbed the situation, and finally he just destroyed the whole Taisu.
Maybe they don't care about such achievements.
"Xeon..."
The ninth looked down at his hands, two completely different roads bloomed out of his palms.
The years are too long, so long that he has forgotten a lot of things, and even his name and Taoist name have long been forgotten.
"No matter, but a few years is empty, but if you lose a small chance of winning, you will still win in the end."
As if deciding something trivial, the Ninth Xeon’s fingers lightly tapped on the slate beside the futon~EbookFREE.me~ and dozens of streamers flew out from below, kneeling in front of the low mountain.
"Who is going to present the battle book? We will fight against the prehistoric soon and sweep the remnants of Tai Su."
More than a dozen figures below suddenly vibrated inexplicably.
After a while, a young man wearing a black robe held a jade plate, set off from Aoshan, and slowly flew towards the outside of Nether River.
Along the way, these empty-eyed resurrected people saw this person, and most of their expressions were shocked, and many of this person's "predecessors" looked cold and didn't know who it was.
Speaking of the youth's appearance, his body is slender, his face is handsome but pale and bloodless, his nose is high, and his neck is rather slender.
He was surrounded by a faint mist, and there seemed to be nine treacherous monster fires in the mist. When he arrived at the place where Daluo Jinxian and Jinxian gathered, half of the army spontaneously knelt down on him.
This is the awe of the former king.
When he flew out of the Nether Stream, the strongest enchantment that blocked the Primordial Saint did not hinder his actions, and let him fly above the North Sea, standing under the sky and the boundless miasma.
Unleashing momentum, a somewhat terrifying avenue squeezed into the sea of ​​prehistoric roads, shaking the sky and the wind and clouds, and causing countless monks guarding the North Sea to change their colors.
"saint!"
"They are out!"
Before the predecessor army could take action, this person laughed in the air, but the figure appeared strangely in the hearts of all the monks within tens of thousands of miles.
Some monks who practiced some thoughts screamed out!
Many of the human races who participated in the battle of the ancients were even more bloodless, as if they were hell.
"Hahahaha!"
Rampant laughter, weird and harsh, with a hint of contempt.
"Honghuang, your emperor is back!"
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