In Taiqing Immortal Palace, several saints gathered together and looked at each other in confusion.
"Did I take the wrong path? Forget treasures here, even the ground has been stripped away. How can the magnificent Xianqiong Ruins be even poorer than the countryside?"
The people in the Holy Yuan Domain Temple gathered together, their minds full of questions.
"Brother, do you want to change places? The Baiyuan Immortal Palace is not far from here. There should be good things there." A middle-aged man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks asked.
The leader is Wang Taiming, the deputy palace master of the Shengyuan Domain Temple, also known as the King of Saints.
Wang Taiming thought about it and shook his head. "There are people from the Heavenly Palace nearby. They should have occupied the territory of the Baiyuan Immortal Palace. It's better not to run into them for the time being."
As he spoke, the five fingers of his right hand danced in the air, drawing a complex and strange rune. The rune burned, and slowly two small figures emerged from the clouds.
"Someone got there first!" Wang Taiming said with a bad look on his face.
Wang Taifeng bared his teeth and said, "Who the hell dares to pick peaches from my temple? Are you tired of living?"
Wang Taiming's face was gloomy. He clenched one hand into the air, and the swirling clouds of smoke suddenly exploded.
"Beizhou Taixuan, Nezha of the Nine Peaks!"
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At the same time, on another winding mountain, Kong Xuan and Yi Li stood side by side.
"Is this the ruins of the Wentian Palace?" asked Li.
Kong Xuan nodded and said, "If that old guy is not lying, it should be the Wentian Fairy Palace without a doubt." As he spoke, he clenched his hand towards the void and grabbed an old man who was as skinny as a stick and had a sallow complexion.
The old man was the immortal who was suppressed in Kong Xuan’s inner world. He had not died for a whole thousand years, but now, he looked at Kong Xuan with a look of fear on his face.
"Old man, you're not kidding me, are you? I have a bad temper. If you dare to trip me up, I can't guarantee what I will do to you."
The old immortal's face was filled with fear and bitterness. "Sir, I have only seen some information about the Heavenly Questioning Palace in the sect's historical records, and I have never been there in person. The Immortal Sky World is a rare and secret place in our immortal world. You are... not making things difficult for me."
Kong Xuan chuckled and suppressed the old man back into his inner world.
"It should be about the same. Wentian Palace was the main force in the battle against the gods back then. It is said that there are species suspected to be gods imprisoned under the palace. Perhaps they can help us."
"Then let's go and take a look!" said Li.
"No rush, let's solve some problems first." Kong Xuan said, with a strange divine light in his eyes. Wherever the divine light went, two figures appeared from the void, looking at Kong Xuan in surprise.
"People from the underworld? Haha, to be honest, I have some grudges with your Chakravartin, and it's just right to settle them here." Kong Xuan laughed, and behind him a huge Dharma image spread its wings, like a cloud hanging from the sky.
"I'm sorry, two True Saints, please stay here..."
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At the same time, on the low hill in front of the Fire Palace, Sun Wukong was holding the golden cudgel upside down, his body filled with demonic energy, and his scarlet eyes were fixed on the person who came.
Dozens of miles away, Chen Bailou frowned.
"Haha, this monkey is very stubborn. He actually came to me on his own initiative." Hei Lian laughed and said to Sun Wukong while staring at him.
"Real person, what should we do?"
Chen Bailou took a step forward expressionlessly. Strangely, Sun Wukong, who was originally standing dozens of miles away, appeared where he was standing before, while Chen Bailou had already arrived at the gate of the Fire Palace.
"I'll go in first, and you deal with it as soon as possible."
"Okay." Hei Lian laughed, and Bai Lian, who was wrapped in a white cloak behind him, glanced at him expressionlessly, with no ripples in his eyes, as if he didn't know Sun Wukong.
With a bang, the gate of the Immortal Palace closed. Hei Lian looked at Sun Wukong, who was not far away in front of her, with a strange expression, "Bai Lian, you come? Or should I go?"
A muffled voice came from under the cloak, "I'll do it."
"Hehe..." Hei Lian rubbed his hands, with a hint of mockery in his eyes. With a complete immortal soul, he was no longer the original Cangming Tang Guang, but the Hei Lian Immortal King of the immortal world. Bai Lian was slightly different. Although his body was that of an immortal, his immortal soul had reincarnated for a lifetime, and he had the memories of an extra lifetime.
He was very curious about what Bai Lian would choose to do when facing this monkey.
Bai Lian looked at Sun Wukong, the energy in his body surged, carrying with it a pressure that was completely different from that of a saint, powerful and sacred.
In contrast, although Sun Wukong's realm has broken through to the Hedao level, he has made no progress in three years and appears to be in a mess and weak.
"Get out! Or die!"
Sun Wukong's body was hunched, and his whole body was filled with demonic flames, but his eyes were full of infatuation and madness.
"Zixia, Zixia..."
Bang!
Bai Lian took a step forward, and her white, tender and delicate palm landed lightly on Sun Wukong's chest. Sun Wukong's face turned pale, and he flew backwards like a cannonball, embedding himself heavily in the rock.
Hei Lian raised her eyebrows and took a step back.
Dark red blood was flowing out from the rock. A hand clasped in the rock slowly climbed up. Sun Wukong was half-kneeling on the ground, looking up with a sad face.
"Zixia, I am a monkey. That is the monkey you saved. Have you forgotten..."
"Zixia, you said you like me, and I actually like you too, really like you..."
Bang!
The white figure drew an arc in the air and slammed heavily into the mountainside. Half of the mountain was instantly turned into debris. Bai Lian pinched Sun Wukong's neck with one hand and pressed him hard to the ground.
With a loud bang, the ground cracked and dense cracks spread like a spider web.
Sun Wukong fell into the crater, his white bones piercing through his muscles exposed, and his thin body hardly looked like a human.
"Zi... Zixia, come back..."
"Zixia..."
A tear slipped from the corner of his bloodstained eye and gently fell into the ruins. Sun Wukong's breath became increasingly weak, and the demonic flames surging on his body retreated and shrank, replaced by a thick aura of death...
In mid-air, Bai Lian's body froze slightly, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes, but was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.
Behind him, the man in black robe narrowed his eyes, staring at Bai Lian curiously, and laughed, "Kill him, the real one is waiting for us, and there are important things to do."
The white cloak bulged slightly, and a burning white lotus condensed in the palm of his hand. The whole world seemed to be burned to ashes by the white lotus. Even the extremely stable fairy dome space showed slight distortion.
The next moment, the white lotus fell and floated lightly towards the thin figure in the crater.
However, at this moment, at the end of the distant sky, a white light flashed by, and a vacuum channel appeared in the void, and the sky was filled with spiritual energy crackling and exploding.
That's an arrow.
Houyi's arrow!
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