The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The sky was filled with red light. At this time, Mrs. Diyong never expected that things would turn out like this.

His own sword formation was actually broken by Sun Wukong's clone.

Mrs. Diyong knew that this did not seem to be a clone, but was exactly the same as her own move, and it was a secret technique!

A cold light flashed in her wonderful eyes. At this moment, Mrs. Diyong gritted her teeth and watched all this, but she was somewhat helpless.

She knew that she no longer had any trump cards.

Looking at the diffuse red light, Mrs. Diyong's face was full of loneliness.

At this moment, a ray of golden light condensed from the sky, and then Mrs. Diyong discovered that in the red light, the Qitian Stick flashed with golden light and shot toward her.

Mrs. Diyong was seen standing motionless, her body extremely stiff, apparently suppressed by the spiritual power on the Qitian stick.

Just as he was about to die, a figure suddenly rushed from a distance and stood in front of Mrs. Diyong.

At the same time, the Qitian Stick penetrated the opponent's body in an instant, and then turned into a stream of light and returned to Sun Wukong's hand.

Sun Wukong looked at the King of Xiangkong Mountain who was standing in front of Mrs. Diyong with some surprise. Sun Wukong's face was full of surprise.

Mrs. Diyong stared blankly at the King of Kongkong Mountain who fell from the sky, with an incredible look on her pretty face, and then rushed towards the King of Kongkong Mountain in a panic.

After reaching out to take it off, Mrs. Diyong looked at King Xiangkong Mountain with panic on her face.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

I saw a smile on the face of the King of the Hollow Mountain, and he gasped: "Husband, madam, this happened because of me. Even if I die, I have no regrets, as long as I can save your life."

"Hurry, leave quickly, don't waste time here, otherwise neither of us, neither of us will survive..."

After saying that, he saw the King of the Hollow Mountain slowly loosening his grip on Mrs. Diyong's hand, completely lifeless.

Looking at the two people quietly, Sun Wukong remained motionless, but there was no trace of mercy on his face. They were entirely to blame for this end.

Seeing that the King of Kongkong Mountain was lifeless, Sun Wukong waved one hand, and the Qitian Stick in his hand turned into countless clones and lined up in the sky.

His eyes fell on Mrs. Diyong, and Sun Wukong said coldly: "Have you thought about how to die?"

Mrs. Diyong raised her head and glanced at Sun Wukong in the sky, with a smile on her face and said lightly: "I won't bother you."

After saying that, he saw a flash of light on Mrs. Diyong's face, and then the demonic power on her body dissipated inexplicably.

Sun Wukong watched this scene motionless. He knew that Mrs. Diyong had shattered his demon pill.

For monsters who use the Demon Condensing Pill, the Demon Pill is like the human heart. Once broken, there is no possibility of resurrection.

He watched helplessly as all the demonic power on Mrs. Diyong's body was completely dissipated, and then she fell together with the King of Kongkong Mountain with a pale face.

After a long time, Sun Wukong sighed softly.

Both of them must die, and this may be the best ending.

After standing there and thinking for a while, I saw a golden light pouring out of Sun Wukong's hand, shooting towards Mrs. Diyong and the King of Kongkong Mountain.

With a loud "Boom!", the ground suddenly collapsed, and then the two bodies were instantly buried.

After doing all this, Sun Wukong discovered that he could not find any trace of the scriptures.

His brows furrowed slightly. After thinking about it for a while, Sun Wukong suddenly remembered that Mrs. Diyong and Mrs. Diyong had mentioned someone before.

"The black-faced puppet...? Does he have the scriptures?"

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with cold light, and then his body swayed and disappeared.

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Hundreds of miles north of Xingkong Mountain, there is a mountain col. The mountain col is shrouded in Yin Qi all year round, and few living creatures can come out of it.

Even the living creatures that came out were not ordinary living creatures.

The Yin Qi gradually began to gather, but after a while, I saw that the mountain col had been completely enveloped by a mass of black Qi.

I only heard the sound of rolling wheels coming from the black mist, and soon I saw a huge chariot slowly driving out of the black mist.

I saw several huge black horses pulling forward in front of the chariot. The horses' eyes were shining with red light, and their bodies were lighting up with a faint green color from time to time, like breathing.

The carriage stopped slowly, and then a voice was heard coming from the carriage.

"Ahem~ He is dead after all."

There seemed to be some pity in his tone, but he also sounded a little happy, with mixed emotions, which made people confused for a moment.

After such a sound came from the carriage, there was completely no movement. After a long time, the carriage slowly turned around and drove into the black mist again.

After an unknown amount of time, the black mist completely dissipated.

A stream of light fell from the sky, and Sun Wukong's figure instantly appeared in the sky.

His sharp eyes swept over the mountain col in front of him, his face full of doubts.

If there are no mistakes, this is the misty valley that the mountain god said.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong planned to enter the valley to take a look, but just after taking a few steps, an alarm bell rang in his heart. His body stagnated for an instant, and he looked towards the valley in disbelief.

What kind of pressure is this?

Sun Wukong stared at the valley for a long time, and after a while he was sure that he was not in the wrong place.

Why is there a ghostly atmosphere here?

His eyes fell on the valley, and after a moment of hesitation, Sun Wukong threw out a golden light from his hand.

As the golden light fell towards the valley, it suddenly stopped in mid-air and then quickly disappeared.

Looking at this scene, Sun Wukong knew that there might be a large formation in the valley.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and this time Sun Wukong knew why he suddenly became wary again just now.

This formation was strange. It absorbed all his spiritual energy in just a moment, but he did not block it forcefully. If he triggered this formation rashly, he would probably rob him of all his spiritual energy.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong's face darkened. What is the origin of this black-faced puppet?

It's just that there is a ghostly spirit hovering outside the valley, but there are such vicious formations. How can ordinary people have so many methods?

This black-faced puppet is probably related to the Netherworld!

After thinking for a moment, Sun Wukong decided to find a helper. This valley was weird, and if he was not careful, he might also fall into it.

Leave professional matters to professionals, this is what Long Huang often says to himself.

Sun Wukong did what he said, and disappeared into the sky in a flash.