The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

The sky was full of red light, and Mrs. Di Yong never expected that things would turn out to be like this.

His own sword formation would actually be broken because of Monkey King's clone.

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

The cold light flickered in the wonderful eyes, and Mrs. Di Yong at this time gritted her teeth and looked at all of this, but she was somewhat helpless.

She knew that she had no hole cards anymore.

Looking at the diffuse red light, Madam Di Yong's face was full of loneliness.

At this moment, a golden light condensed from the sky, and then Mrs. Di Yong found that in the red light, the Qitian stick was shooting at her with golden light.

I saw Madam Na Di Yong standing motionless, her body was extremely stiff, apparently because of being suppressed by the spirit power on the Qitian stick.

Seeing that his life was about to die here, a figure suddenly rushed from a distance, blocking the front of Mrs. Di Yong.

At the same time, the Qi Tian stick penetrated the opponent's body instantly, then turned into a streamer and returned to Monkey King's hands.

Looking at the King Kongkong Mountain in front of Mrs. Di Yong with a little surprise, Monkey King's face was full of surprise.

Mrs. Di Yong stared at the King Kongkong Mountain who had fallen from the sky, her pretty face was full of incredible expressions, and then rushed towards King Kongkong Mountain in a panic.

After reaching for it, Mrs. Di Yong's face was full of panic looking at King Kongkong Mountain.

"Great King! Great King!"

I saw a smile on the face of the king of the empty mountain, gasping: "Husband, madam, this happened because of me, although I die without regret, as long as I can save your life."

"Leave quickly and quickly. Don't waste time here or here, otherwise we, neither of us, will survive..."

After finishing speaking, he saw that the hand of Madam Di Yong held tightly by the King Kongkong Mountain slowly loosened, and there was no breath at all.

Looking at the two quietly, Monkey King was motionless, but there was no pity on his face. For this kind of fate, they were completely blamed.

Seeing that there was no alive in King Kongkong Mountain, Monkey King waved with one hand, and the Qitian stick in his hand turned into countless clones in the sky.

Looking at Mrs. Di Yong's body, Monkey King said in a cold voice, "Do you think about how to die?"

Mrs. Di Yong looked up at the Monkey King in the sky, with a smile on her face, and said faintly: "No need to drive."

After speaking, she saw a flash of light on Madam Di Yong's face, and then the demon power on her body disappeared inexplicably.

Monkey King watched this scene motionless, he knew that it was Madam Di Yong who had shattered his demon pill.

The monsters of the Condensing Demon Pill, the demon pill is like the heart of the human race, once it is broken, there is no possibility of resurrection.

He watched as the demon power on Madam Di Yong's body disappeared, and then she fell pale with King Kongkong Mountain.

After a long time, Monkey King sighed lightly.

The two must die, which may be the best ending.

After standing still thinking for a while, I saw a golden light gushing out of the Monkey King's hand, shooting towards Madam Diyong and King Kongkong Mountain.

"Boom!" With a loud noise, the ground collapsed in an instant, and then the corpses of the two men were instantly buried.

After doing all this, Monkey King found that he could not find the trace of the scriptures at all.

His brows wrinkled lightly. After Sun Wukong thought about it, he suddenly remembered that it seemed that Mrs. Di Yong had mentioned one person before.

"Black-faced puppet...? Is the scripture with him?"

Thinking of this, a cold light flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, and then his figure shook, and he disappeared in place.

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A hundred miles north of Xingkong Mountain, there is a mountain depression, which is shrouded in yin all year round, and few living creatures can get out of it.

It is the living thing that comes out, not the ordinary living thing.

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

I only heard the sound of wheels running over in the black fog, and not long after I saw a huge car wheel slowly driving out of the black fog.

I saw that the front of the carriage was pulled forward by a number of huge black horses, the eyes of the horses were shining red, and the body was light green from time to time like breathing.

The carriage came to a halt slowly, and then a voice came from the carriage.

"Ahem~ It's dead after all."

There seemed to be a pity in the tone, but it seemed to be a little happy, and the emotions were complicated, which made people confused for a while.

After seeing such a sound from the carriage, there was no movement. After a long time, the carriage turned around and drove into the black fog again.

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

A stream of light fell in the sky, and Monkey King's figure instantly appeared in the sky.

The sharp gaze swept across the mountain col, his face was full of doubts.

If there is nothing wrong, here is the Misty Valley that the mountain **** said.

Thinking of this, Monkey King planned to go into the valley and take a look. He just walked a few steps, and his heart was full of alarm bells, his figure stagnated for an instant, and he looked at the valley strangely.

What pressure is this?

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

Why is there a ghostly air here?

His gaze fell in the valley, and after a little hesitation, Monkey King threw a golden light out of his hand.

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

Looking at this scene, Monkey King knew that there was probably a big formation in this valley.

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and Monkey King knew this time why he suddenly became a little wary just now.

This formation was weird. It didn't take a moment to completely absorb his spiritual energy, but it didn't forcefully block it. If he triggers this formation rashly, I'm afraid it will rob him of his spiritual power.

Thinking of this, Monkey King's face sank. What is the origin of this black-faced puppet?

It's all about the ghostly air circling outside this valley, there is such a vicious formation, how can ordinary characters have so many methods?

This black-faced puppet is afraid that it has something to do with the Netherworld!

After thinking about it for a while, Monkey King decided to find a helper. This valley is weird. If he is a little careless, he may fall into it.

Professional matters are handed over to professional people. This is a word Dragon Emperor often said to himself.

Sun Wukong did what he said, and disappeared into the sky after shaking his figure.

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