Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 65 Counting the Harvest
"Princess, princess, look, look, his eyelashes are so long, and the son-in-law is so handsome..." It was a soft and delicate female voice, and the one who spoke was a little maid wearing a maid's bun.

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't be overheard, tell the father. I said I won't come to see him." This is a woman with a beautiful face and a beautiful palace dress talking, her expression is a little nervous, and her voice is clear and pleasant , like a silver bell.

She looked at Mo Chen's handsome side face with her beautiful eyes, thinking of his leaving without saying goodbye 200 years ago, a gloomy flashed in her heart, she said: "Let's go, let's see him again when he wakes up."

"Princess, princess, please wait a while longer, the entire Dragon Palace is not as good-looking as the crown prince." The little maid said with bright eyes.

"My brother heard this, but I'm going to punish you severely!"

Thinking that the crown prince would ask her to learn some ordinary people's piano, chess, calligraphy and painting every time, the little maid got a big head, and hurriedly grabbed the princess's hand and said, "Then let's go, princess, don't let the prince know, or you will be punished." I played the piano for him, but I got a headache."

The princess lightly tapped the little maid's forehead, and said: "You, you are always noisy, you can't calm down..."

Then there were light footsteps, and the sound of doors opening and closing.

Mo Chen felt like he had a dream. In the dream, he became a baby. In a strange world, there were dangers everywhere, and there was no safe place at all.

When I was a few years old, my father and mother went out to find food for the tribe and were buried in the mouth of beasts. Then the tribe was soon captured by people, adult men were killed, and children like myself became slaves. Being whipped and tortured, doing some hard work.

Later, I really couldn't stand the torture, so I secretly prepared to run away, but was caught back, beaten severely, and almost survived the beating, and then was dedicated to the master worshiped by the tribe as a cauldron.

The master has the supernatural power to ride the clouds and ride the fog. He is not an ordinary person. He feeds the treasures of heaven and earth to the cauldrons including himself every day, and wants to use himself and others to refine a furnace of elixir.

However, before he started alchemy, this tribe was also attacked by a larger tribe. The master died, and he took advantage of the chaos to steal many things from the master and escaped secretly.

Later, relying on the precious medicine pill left by that master, he stepped into the door of cultivation by himself, fought all the way, experienced life and death, experienced countless years, and became a powerful person. People respectfully call themselves Demon Lord.

At the end of the dream, there is endless death, the fall of the whole world, the whole world is swallowed by the Great Desolate Continent, if you stay here, no matter if you are a powerful Demon Lord or an ordinary mortal, you will die after all, so I tried my best, By chance, they finally found a space node and grabbed a suitable body, which was Mo Chen.

"So, this is the memory left by the person who wanted to take me away?"

Mo Chen quietly opened his eyes, his mind was in chaos, and he had a huge memory inexplicably, which he was absorbing and digesting.

The fairy world of the Great Desolate Continent not only has four major continents, but also three thousand great worlds, and the small worlds of the heavens. It is said that anyone who has advanced to a certain level can open up his own small world, although this world must be attached to the Great Desolate World above.

And this demon world is also an extremely huge world, but it is slowly swallowed by the Great Desolate Continent.

The young man who took away himself was a demon king in the demon world, equivalent to the Daluo Jinxian in the fairy world. It is reasonable to say that he would be wiped out by him, but somehow he was swallowed by himself instead.

Is it?
Thinking of the Peng Demon King last time, Mo Chen sank into the Purple Mansion and saw that the golden sage restriction that existed there had completely disappeared. The pure and huge Wuzhu Yuanshen floated above Nanming Lihuo, and was slowly refined into pure mana.

Sure enough, it was the supreme sage's restraint and power that died together with the demon's consciousness, which made him cheaper.

This is what Mo Chen thinks too much. How powerful is the restriction of a saint. Except for people of the same level, who can deal with it. The saints are all ants, not just talking, but a real existence, even Daluo Jinxian A level demon king is still an ant.

This taste of controlling power is really wonderful. Mo Chen's consciousness sank into his own soul, feeling the power he had cultivated so hard, and couldn't help expressing emotion. Tian Tian's combat skills, maybe he can weigh the outcome with him.

But the next moment, Mo Chen was a little dumbfounded. He found a problem. Nanming Lihuo couldn't get out at all. The huge group of primordial spirit blocked the entrance of Zifu. If he wanted to go out, he had to refine a passage from here. Come.

But it's not that easy, this is the primordial spirit of a Daluo Jinxian. Although more than half of that person burned when he broke through the space barrier, the power of this primordial spirit is comparable to that of a golden immortal. It may take years to turn it into mana.

It will take several years to refine the part that is blocked at the exit of Zifu. That is to say, Mo Chen is still just a little loose fairy just by looking at his power.

Sure enough, there is nothing good in this world, we have to do our best.

Mo Chen wailed in his heart, but he was so good that he got the cheap. If Mo Chen could refine this primordial power, he might be as powerful as the Golden Immortal. Of course, he was far away from the Golden Immortal in terms of control. The use of magic power implies the principles of the Tao. If you fail to understand the Tao and produce the top three flowers, you will never be able to rival the Golden Immortal.

Thinking of the road to the rise of the Demon Lord in the dream, Mo Chen's heart moved, and his consciousness drifted towards the memory in the Wuzhu Primordial Spirit, and sank into it. He remembered a few magical powers and secret methods.

Sure enough, after entering inside, carefully sifting through the part about cultivation in the huge memory, there are many good things.

For example, the Nine Demons Devouring Heart Jue, Nether Light Magic Tome and so on that this Demon King himself practiced, but Mo Dust doesn’t need it, it’s enough for him to toss, and all the cultivation techniques will only reach the Golden Immortal, breaking through the Golden Immortal. After being immortal, it is useless to practice any cultivation techniques. At that level, what you need to fight is the perception and understanding of the Tao, what you want to fight for is powerful mana, and what you want to fight for is all kinds of supernatural powers and combat skills.

Hmm, the law of heaven and earth?nice one!

Move mountains and fill seas?nice one!

This is, an incarnation outside the body!
Such supernatural powers, such supernatural powers, this avatar has an extra life!
Mo Chen secretly rejoiced, Da Luo Jinxian is indeed a great treasure, but the next moment, he discovered an even more surprising magical power, the eye of the sky!

No, it is the delusion-breaking divine eye, which can see through all illusions, magic circles, restrictions, etc...

(End of this chapter)