My mythical world

On the Flower and Fruit Mountain, accompanied by the passionate and rhythmic singing, a fighting demon ape held a big stick to fight against the sky and the earth, and another three-headed and six-armed god of the Three Altars and Seas, holding the Fire Spear, the Chaos Silk, the Universe Circle and other immortal treasures, was constantly suppressed.

As we all know, Monkey King loves reputation by nature. The reason for his uprising this time was because the Heavenly Court fooled him and gave him a low-ranking official position, Bi Ma Wen. This has become an indelible stain in his life, and whoever mentions it will be anxious.

And now the unknown person sings the war song, and the singing is loud. When has Monkey King ever been flattered by such a dimensional reduction? Naturally, he is full of fighting spirit, and a newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger. It is precisely because he is young now and does not know the background of the Heavenly Court that he is so bold.

The fight between Monkey King and Nezha became more and more intense. The supreme supernatural powers such as the Law of Heaven and Earth, Three Heads and Six Arms, Calling Wind and Rain, and Moving Stars and Changing Constellations were all in his hands. If ordinary people could cultivate the same supernatural power, they would be able to dominate the world. But in the hands of these two great gods, the 36 changes of the Heavenly Gang and the 72 changes of the Earthly Evil were like worthless tricks. They were performed casually, which made people dazzled and applauded.

At this time, the gods in the heavenly court knew what it meant to become a saint in the flesh. They exclaimed: "The Third Prince is worthy of having fought out of the Conferred God War. He is really extraordinary. Li Tianwang, you have such a son, which is really enviable."

However, listening to the praises from the audience, Li Jing's face was gloomy, and his heart fell to the bottom because of the destruction of the Golden Linglong Pagoda. Others didn't know, but would he not know this rebellious son? It was only because he was suppressed by Taiyi, Randeng and others that he was forced to surrender. I have not forgotten his blood-red eyes of hatred when I shot Nezha with an arrow.

"It seems that I have to ask the ancient Buddha to forge another pagoda when I go back this time." The king of heaven thought to himself that he would spare no effort to forge the strongest holy weapon for suppression this time.

Ding.

Wukong and Nezha fought from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the sea, making the East China Sea boil, as if two dragons were turning the river and the sea upside down, causing a tsunami and thousands of waves. The sound magic weapon specially made by Long Shao was really extraordinary, and it was particularly loud in the noisy battlefield.

However, seeing that Monkey King was killing farther and farther, Long Shao looked up to the sky with a guilty conscience, and saw that the heavenly soldiers and generals who had escaped the disaster gnashed their teeth and began to look for the culprit murderously.

He instinctively predicted that there were powerful people trying to guess his true background, so Young Master Long quickly whispered to his subordinates, "Pack up your stuff and leave."

Under his instruction, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals moved swiftly, and immediately put away the big conch shell, pearl plate and other sound magic weapons, and followed Young Master Long to escape by water.

"Escape, escape."

Young Master Long put his hands in his pockets, leaving behind a cool emoticon background, and with a plop, he escaped to the depths of the East China Sea.

"Is that it? Isn't this the appendix? Young Master Long, as a man, how can you not have a bottom?"

Hundreds of millions of viewers on the Earth's Internet said they were not satisfied, and they wanted to see the battle between the two most popular protagonists in the myth. They wanted to see a good show, but Young Master Long just patted his butt and left.

A former player Bei Ming You Yu came out to help: "We can't talk without backache just because we are separated by a dimension. After all, he is live streaming at the risk of being watched by the gods and Buddhas. He even adds BGM for the atmosphere. It is extremely rare. We can't be more demanding." Personal safety is the first priority. Long Shao patted his butt and left. The war in the prehistoric world is still going on. When Monkey King turned the tables and fought against 100,000 heavenly soldiers, Sakyamuni, who was far away in the Great Leiyin Temple in Xiniu Hezhou, suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. This was a sudden impulse. It was a warning of unknown things by a great supernatural being who had penetrated fate. It was mysterious and unfathomable. Immediately, the Buddha counted with his fingers, opened his eyes and looked at the Flower and Fruit Mountain, which was being watched by the gods and Buddhas. The Monkey King's momentum there was getting stronger and stronger. After careful calculation, he felt a sense of obscurity, as if he was blocked by an unknown existence. He was not familiar with such an obscure feeling. He had felt the same when he speculated about a nephew. "Another strange person has intervened. I just don't know if he is just teasing or plotting this catastrophe."

Facing the strange person who stirs up trouble, Tathagata Buddha felt a headache. Not only him, but even the Saint Leader frowned frequently. Every time they are born, there is no good thing. If they don't stir up the world, they will not live up to their nickname of "troublemakers".

There are only wrong names, but no wrong nicknames.

"Even if he has strange people behind him, how can he escape from my Five Finger Mountain?" Sakyamuni stretched out his golden palm, which was like the universe, and every blade of grass and tree in the Flower and Fruit Mountain was in his palm.

"Bodhisattva Guanyin, Jin Chanzi has been secretly reincarnated through the reincarnation channel controlled by Ksitigarbha."

Bodhisattva Guanyin, who was wearing a white Buddhist robe, held the jade bottle and bowed gently, "Report to the Buddha, Jin Chanzi has received the order to reincarnate, and the tribulations leading to this place from the Southern Continent have begun to be arranged."

Shakyamuni nodded. Although the two were in different camps in the past, they are now in the same place, and he is very satisfied with Guanyin Bodhisattva's ability to handle things.

This catastrophe is related to his path to enlightenment, and Shakyamuni will never allow any mistakes. The pilgrim has chosen his most trusted disciple to reincarnate through the reincarnation channel of Ksitigarbha. No one in the Three Realms can calculate the pilgrim. Next, he just waits for the Monkey King to offend the Heavenly Court. In the absence of the gods, the weak Jade Emperor who is now in power can only ask himself to take action. I think he knows it well.

The Three Realms is a huge stage, and all the gods and demons in the sky are spectators, just to watch a veritable monkey show.

The noise dissipated, and in the center of the battlefield, unlike the fierce battle that everyone imagined, on an unnamed island in the Three Realms Sea, Sun Wukong, who was supposed to be the enemy, was drinking and chatting with Nezha. Affection.

"Third Prince, when I was seeking Taoism and learning, I heard people tell your story."

The Monkey King picked up a banana and ate it while saying, "In my opinion, with your strength, there is no need to be a great god in the three altars of the sea in heaven. Why not come down to earth and carve out the land and become the king? This is better than being sent by others."

"Back then, you also cut off your flesh to repay your mother, and cut your bones to repay your father. You don't owe Li Jing any cause and effect, so why bother to draw the earth as a prison to trap yourself. It would be boring to be trapped in the sky if you don't travel around in such a beautiful country."

Faced with the Monkey King's persuasion, Nezha smiled bitterly: "Things are far more complicated than you think. Since I became a saint in the last era, I have suffered countless karmic calculations. Even the body of the innate spirit pearl has been slain for others. However, he is my master after all, and I should only repay his kindness in teaching me."

A sneer appeared on Nezha's face, "One day, I will settle things with him. Now it's just because he intercepted a ray of my soul light to make a tower and forcibly restrained me. But you inadvertently helped me by destroying the golden tower this time. I got rid of the problem once, and I haven't felt so relaxed for a long time.

Although he will rebuild the pagoda in the future, I am more cautious. "

The two most popular magical powers in Chinese mythology were chatting in detail on the island, and the battle was not as fierce as the outside world speculated. But after all, it was a break in the busy schedule, and soon the two of them would return to their respective camps.

Perhaps because of their similar birth experiences, Nezha felt a faint sense of compassion. He advised: "If you continue to confront the Heavenly Court, for the sake of face, the Jade Emperor will definitely invite people with great supernatural powers to suppress you. Although he is a natural monkey, he has insufficient background. I dare not even mention the names of some people for fear of alarming them.

Have you ever felt that your life's destiny is being influenced by others? Sometimes it is clear that the idea comes from the heart, such as raising a flag to rebel at this moment, but it may be influenced by others. He is in the game, but he doesn't know it. "

"Is there such a thing?" The Monkey King was surprised and asked, scratching his head and ears:

"There is such a godly man in the world who can influence so many things without me knowing it. I guess my teacher is just like that, so what do they want from me? Do they want to make me an elixir and eat it? Third Prince, you can Is there a way to solve it?”

"Your cause and effect is too involved and deep. If you continue to get involved, I may be suppressed. I can only tell you that the only variable in the way to break the situation is the person singing on the Flower and Fruit Mountain at that time.

In addition to the five immortals of heaven and earth, gods, humans, ghosts, scales, feathers, and kuns, there is also an extremely rare stranger in the world. They know astronomy from above and geography from below. They will not be plotted by anyone, and even go beyond the way of heaven. .

There are only a few people left in the world today, all of whom are ancient great supernatural beings.

Among them, in addition to the person who sang just now, there are also people who committed world-shaking crimes in the last era. Even Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian dared to snipe and kill, and the most important thing is that he succeeded! "

"hiss."

Even the fearless Monkey King felt that all the hairs on his body stood on end and the whole monkey jumped up.

The ultimate goal of those who practice Taoism is naturally to transcend the cycle of life and death and become the immortal Hunyuan Da Luo Jinxian. What did he hear today? In the last era, someone actually boldly killed Hunyuan Golden Immortal. It was unbelievable and broke his understanding of common practice.

"I have also read ancient books, but why have I never seen such a secret, nor have I seen the word "stranger"?" Wukong was surprised. The conversation with Nezha greatly changed his three views. After all, he was born Time is still short.

Nezha smiled bitterly, "For such a huge embarrassment, naturally someone took action to erase this period of time from history, and ancient books will not record the events of strangers."

"Third Prince, teach me how to find strangers from the three realms?" The Monkey King stepped forward to grab Nezha and asked sincerely.

"I don't know about this. I only know that they are naughty by nature and are more naughty than you. But I think sometimes you don't need to go looking for them. They will find you automatically. After all, you are..."

After Nezha gave him a meaningful look, he waved his hand, dressed himself up as a miserable defeated person, and climbed onto the sea of ​​clouds again on the Hot Wheels. Only the Monkey King below was left deep in thought.

"Brothers, don't get excited. As the saying goes, you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Now it's just a side dish before the climax. When the chaos in the Heavenly Palace comes later, I, Mr. Long, will definitely live broadcast under the pressure of being discovered by the saints. Then you can wait. Let’s watch the show.”

On the Internet, Mr. Long is calming the restless people. Now he is making money in a wise way. He plays the real Journey to the West in the live broadcast room, which makes him make a lot of money. The plot of Journey to the West continues, and Nezha returns to heaven and returns to life. Embarrassed.

The other great gods expressed their understanding and hurriedly helped Nezha, who was asking for forgiveness. Only Li Tianwang sat on the handsome platform and asked coldly: "Isn't it because you are merciful, or because you wandered around somewhere and then came back?"

Nezha, who was standing up, also paused. He smiled disdainfully and said, "If the Generalissimo doesn't believe it, he can personally pick up the sword and fight with the Monkey King. Oh, by the way, young general, I forgot that your golden pagoda has been destroyed. , no longer named King Li Tian of Tota."

"you!"

Li Jing was so angry that he drew his sword, but King Duowen quickly stepped forward to persuade him to make peace, "Marshal, calm down, the Monkey King is indeed difficult to deal with. The Third Prince also lost the battle because he couldn't fight for a while and became angry. Now the top priority is to break out of the stronghold and return." Heavenly Court, report to the Great Heavenly Lord and order him to send another general to deal with the monster monkey."

Li Jing sat down with a gloomy expression. This time when he returned to the court, even the iconic golden pagoda was destroyed. As the commander-in-chief, wouldn't he be laughed at by everyone in the world?

"Useless trash!"

Li Jing cursed secretly, not noticing Nezha's burning eyes below.

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"This group of prehistoric players don't have the pressure of Gaia, so they act casually."

Jiang Ping shook his head helplessly at home. As the oldest prehistoric player, their cultivation level is enough to dominate the world. As long as they don't offend the extremely rare masters with supernatural powers and pursue the Hunyuan fruition status, they can still survive. Carefree.

On the other hand, on Gaia's side, due to the darkening of heaven, the situation is precarious. Even with such strength, they cannot live so easily, not to mention that the two new players specially summoned only serve as a guide to find and cultivate the savior. The protagonists are not them.

"What is Gaia doing?"

Jiang Ping cast his eyes doubtfully into the small universe. There was a slight crack there, and the light shone into the tank from the outside, reflecting the sparkling light on the water's surface. The two largest black hands in prehistory were still swimming around.

In the deeper dimensional space, a vast universe is rotating and expanding, and a ray of light is traveling at an extremely fast speed. The Kingdom of Light, the descendant of the civilization of the Fourth Age, is overloading and accelerating, bringing a civilization back to its homeland.

Suddenly, a black shadow encompassing the entire universe stood up, holding planets and even stars in its hands, controlling the cycle of life and death.

On Gaia, the most dazzling star in the universe, there are only a few mutant beasts running around cautiously. The sky is freezing and there is never-ending gray snow. Because of the dust in the atmosphere, the earth has not welcomed the sun for a long time. The night is so long. So much so that mutant beasts in the post-civilization era prefer to hunt at night.

But on such a barren land, there are mechanical cities that far exceed the current world's technology standing quietly. More than 100 million people are cultured in nutrient dishes, and their consciousness is drawn to the illusory world through various lines.

There are also super glass tubes that are as tall as a hill and breed evil-god cubs with weird shapes and stomach-churning instincts. Each robot performs its own duties and maintains the operation of the Mechanical City.

Occasionally, a red light will light up in the densely packed nutrition dishes. When one of the humans dies in the virtual world, the robot will pull out the "dead person" who died simultaneously in reality and throw it into the sewer for recycling.

Although their bodies still maintain the characteristics of survival, their soul consciousness believes that they are dead, and they are already brain dead. From birth to old age and death, they are in another virtual world. How can they distinguish the reality of the world?

Everything seemed so orderly, except for the occasional evil god breaking out of its shell and a robot paralyzed on the ground.

The days passed like this, and the speed of the evil god's pregnancy was getting faster and faster. Finally, one day, in the virtual world, on the corner of the bustling street, a young man with ragged clothes and noisy hair sat on the front steps of a house and raised his head depressedly.

"It's so boring. I said brother, could our world be fake?"

Not far away, a thin boy who was assembling mechanical parts looked up at his elder brother blankly and asked, "Why is it fake?"

The impish-looking boy jumped down from the steps in an exaggerated manner, "Of course it's because a super villain lied to us!"

The thin boy nodded blankly. Anyway, what the eldest brother said was what he said. After all, since he was a child, the eldest brother had always been whimsical and did amazing things.

In this world, no matter what, there is always a small group of people who feel that everything is fake and that the world is also a lie compiled by others, and they are full of doubts about everything. For this kind of people, doctors affectionately call them:

"Patient with Persecutory Delusion"