Rebirth of the mad demon of the journey to the west

Chapter 23 The Great Sage of the Crazy Devil, the Power of a Stick (Please recommend a ticket)

Sun Xiaoyi was really angry.

For a long time, in Huaguo Mountain, the only ones who really had an emotional bond with him were Xiao San'er and Li Li.

Those other monkeys were still just monkeys in his eyes.

Xiao San'er and Mo Li, one was regarded as his younger brother by him, and the other had an inestimable place in his heart, it was an inexplicable and unfathomable bond.

Now, Xiao San is dead and Li Li is seriously injured.

Sun Xiaoyi didn't have the slightest joy of success in enlightenment, his mind was full of crazy killing intent, he turned to stare at Ao Ya, and said gloomily, "You want to set the sea god's needle?"

"Hmph, pretending. This young master is here to ask for the Dinghaishen needle iron. Are you the new Monkey King of Huaguo Mountain?"

"Okay, if you want to fix the sea god needle iron, Grandpa Sun will give you the god needle iron. Come with me."

Sun Xiaoyi also ignored Ao Ya's question, stomped his feet suddenly, and flew straight up to the back mountain valley.

When he heard that he was going to return the Sea God Needle Iron, Ao Ya was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed loudly: "That's all, that's all."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the life and death of Xunhai Yacha, and quickly jumped up, chasing Sun Xiaoyi away.

Lao Ma Houxian looked at Mo Li in his arms, then at Xiao San'er, and sighed again.

From my own point of view, this new monkey king is probably even more manic than Grandpa Dasheng.

Since then, Huaguo Mountain has become more troublesome.

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Sun Xiaoyi, who was in mid-air, performed the maneuvering technique for the first time.

Although this is not the method of flying clouds and riding fog, after all the distance is very short, the technique of maneuvering is the method of climbing clouds, one goes two or three miles, four or five feet above the ground.

But at this moment, Sun Xiaoyi was completely immersed in the grief of Xiao San'er's death.

There was only one thought in his mind, to kill the ruthless Dragon Prince with one stick.

In a few flashes, he has come to the valley of the back mountain.

Sun Xiaoyi roared wildly, jumped up, jumped to the top of Shizhu Mountain, stood on the top of the mountain, looked at Ao Ya, the Dragon Prince who was chasing him from afar, and cursed angrily: "Fuck you, you want to set the Sea God's needle iron, I'm here today!" Let's take a good look at the God Needle Iron."

After finishing speaking, the demonic aura swirled around his body, and he punched down violently.

There was only a loud clicking sound, and bursts of huge cracking sounds shook the valley.

The layer of hard rock on the surface of Shizhu Mountain cracked suddenly, and the valley exploded again and again, making a mess.

After the rock layer was shattered, a giant pillar of dazzling golden light suddenly appeared in the center of the valley.

It was also the first time for Sun Xiaoyi to see the true face of Ruyi Golden Cudgel. He had seen many descriptions on TV and in books before, but when he saw it with his own eyes today, he still took a deep breath in his heart.

What a Dinghaishen needle.

This huge and thick stick exudes five colors of light.

The two gilt hoops are engraved with dragon patterns, winding and roaring, and the middle section is green and black. There is an ancient phoenix seal inscription: "Ruyi golden hoop stick, weighing [-] catties."

This is the famous weapon of Monkey King, and this is the magic weapon that shakes the Three Realms.

Sun Xiaoyi was trembling with excitement, as if a strange feeling came from the bottom of his heart, which echoed the Ruyi golden cudgel under his feet.

If you guessed right, it should be the induction of Monkey King's golden blood in the body.

This stick, along with Monkey King, slays demons and demons, proves the Tao and becomes a Buddha, and has long been spiritual.

If I don't have that drop of golden blood in my body, I'm afraid I can't use this innate treasure.

Suddenly, Ao Ya, the Dragon Prince who had been staring dumbfounded from afar, was full of breath and laughed loudly: "Okay, it really is the Dinghai God Iron of my East China Sea Dragon Palace. I want this baby."

After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, he shook the spear in his hand, and rushed towards Sun Xiaoyi quickly.

"Do you want it? Do you want it?"

Sun Xiaoyi shouted angrily, pressed his palm on the top of the golden cudgel, and shouted loudly: "Get up."

With the emergence of his divine power, the entire Huaguo Mountain suddenly shook violently.

There was a rumbling sound in the valley, the ground cracked, and Ruyi's golden cudgel was pulled out of the ground little by little by him.

Seeing that Ao Ya's spear was about to hit his face, Sun Xiaoyi bared his fangs with a ferocious expression, and waved his hand violently, an incomparably violent hurricane roared out.

Ao Ya, who was close to him, suddenly turned pale with shock, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes, and a mountain-like pressure hit his face.

Take a closer look, oh my god, Sun Xiaoyi actually held a stick like a mountain of stone pillars and smashed it in front of him in the blink of an eye.

It was too late to dodge, and the spear in his hand collided with the mountain-like iron rod, which was no different from hitting a stone with a pebble.

There was a clang.

The spear shattered, and the iron rod like a hill remained undiminished, crashing into Ao Ya with a bang.

A shrill scream pierced the sky, and Ao Ya's figure fell back at twice the speed of rushing like a kite with a broken string.

Immediately afterwards, there was another crash, and his body smashed through the mountain wall and slid down to the valley floor.

With one hand attached to the golden cudgel, Sun Xiaoyi stood in the air, lifted the huge golden cudgel high, looked it up and down, and then said in a deep voice: "Make me smaller, smaller, smaller..."

Following his shout, the Ruyi Golden Cudgel shrunk rapidly and became thinner.

In the blink of an eye, the iron rod shrank to a length of two meters, barely enough to hold.

Holding it in my hand, my heart surged with a fighting spirit. This feeling is like shaking an iron rod in my hand. The sky can poke a hole, and the earth can shake into nothingness...

Sun Xiaoyi was full of murderous aura and jumped down the valley.

At this time, Ao Ya looked miserable, his clothes were torn, his body was limp, his handsome face was now covered with ashen color, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he looked at Sun Xiaoyi fiercely.

"Hmph, what the hell, don't you want the golden cudgel? Get up, and grandpa will reward you with another hundred sticks." Sun Xiaoyi walked slowly towards Ao Ya with the stick on his shoulders.

"Ahem, hozen, relying on my magical soldiers, ahem, what are you capable of." This Ao Ya was also stubborn, and he was so humble that he could still swear.

"Relying on the magic weapon?" Sun Xiaoyi looked at him with a cruel look, shook his head and said, "You idiot, do you think Grandpa Sun has fought against you? Forget it, Grandpa has always believed in blood for blood, Go to hell and repent."

After speaking, he picked up the iron rod in his hand and smashed it directly at Ao Ya's head.

"Monkey King, Monkey King, move slowly, oops, move slowly, how did this happen?" Suddenly, outside the valley, a figure rushed towards him.

The voice is very familiar, is Prime Minister Turtle here?

Sun Xiaoyi frowned and let out a cold snort, but the iron rod in his hand fell at a faster rate.

In an instant, a dark shadow flashed under the stick, and a muffled bang was heard.

Immediately afterwards, the black shadow under the stick spurted blood and collapsed to the ground.

Sun Xiaoyi's expression was gloomy, and he slowly retracted the iron rod. The black shadow was Prime Minister Gui.

He actually stood in front of Ao Ya in the blink of an eye, the stick hit him until his seven orifices bled, but it looked like he didn't die.

On his back was a huge cyan turtle shell.

It had been smashed to pieces by iron rods.

This thing should be some kind of protective magic weapon, which saved his life.

Sun Xiaoyi was furious in his heart, he raised the iron rod in his hand again, but he couldn't drop it for a long time. The old man in front of him had helped him once, and even gave him the magic weapon to cross the sea.

Without his help, I might not be able to reach Xiniu Hezhou, or meet Tang Seng.

Seeing him desperately protecting Ao Ya, he hesitated for a moment.

At this time, the Prime Minister Gui used up a lot of strength, spit out the blood foam in his mouth, and said weakly: "Monkey King calm down, I blame the old man for not explaining this matter clearly to the prince. Moreover, the old man has a way to save Huaguoshan." The life of the little monkey."

Hearing his words, Sun Xiaoyi trembled all over, stepped forward and grabbed his hand and said, "Really?"

"Seriously. If it doesn't work, the old man's life will be handed over to the Monkey King."

Hearing this, Sun Xiaoyi took a deep breath and suppressed the mania in his heart.

As long as I can save Xiao San'er...

(End of this chapter)