The Jiuyang Real Person broke out, and it completely broke out, and there was no longer the kindness and kindness of the past.

"Damn God, damn world, damn bastard!"

He cursed with the sky, and was drunk every day. When he returned to the cave, he grabbed Sun Wukong and vented.

The whip was whipped, the flames were burning, the lightning was thunder and lightning... and even the cruelest ones were snatched and fell directly on the ground.

At that moment, it seemed as if what he was holding was not a life, but a stone, without any mercy.

Such days are not one day, two days, not one year or two years, but day after day, year after year. Chen Weiming finally understood what Wen Dao said was hell... or a more miserable day than hell.

"Get out, don't come back!"

With the same roar again and again, Jiuyang Zhenren drove Sun Wukong out again and again, and even took him far away and threw him away at will. Or the sea, abyss, or volcanoes...

If it were someone else, he might have left long ago, but the monkey did not. No matter how terrible the place or how far the journey was, he would come back. After going through a lot of hardships, he would return to that cave, like a dog returning home, not daring to speak out, hiding in the corner with his tail between his legs.

I quietly looked at the drunk master, his eyes were clear and transparent, but full of sadness.

This monkey didn't know how angry or hatred, but was just sad and sad. He didn't understand why the master, who was like his father, had become like this. He only speculated that he had no ability. He didn't know how to become stronger, so he could only practice the seventy-two changes of the Earth Evil that he could practice all day long.

At this moment, Chen Weiming finally understood why the Seventy-Two Transformations of Earth Demons, which were not so strong, actually made Sun Wukong stronger to that level. He had practiced this technique into his body, bone marrow, and soul.

For him, the seventy-two transformations of the Earth Demons are no longer a magical power or a set of martial arts, but have become instincts. This kind of thing is not listed first.

There is a magical power in the Xuanfa Sutra, called the Rin Divine Art, which is a spiritual power that generates pressure by spiritual power. There are many people who know this kind of magical power, including Chen Pan, but when it comes to attainments, the strongest one is Donghuang Taiyi.

This magical power has been trained to the real realm of great success by him, and has merged with his body and soul, becoming an instinct. With the kind of kingly domineering aura he cultivated from killing, as long as he appears, he can generate huge pressure, which will make people who are less powerful than him uncontrollably kneel down and worship subordinates... and even enemies.

Now, Sun Wukong has done it. It is precisely because he was born to be suppressed, he forced himself to improve himself and have the speed of an ordinary monk.

But this is not enough, far from enough. If the Nine Yang Zhenren wants to take revenge and go against the heavens, what he wants is not an ordinary man or a common man, but a talent that goes against the heavens, like the three-foot sword of Tianyan Daozun.

During this period, Wen Dao appeared many times and quarreled with Jiuyang Zhenren many times for Sun Wukong, but it was useless. The man whose heart was dominated by hatred was as heart-like as iron.

Time passed day by day, and the Jiuyang Zhenren was finally broken by despair. He took Sun Wukong to a place.

A palace, a palace with yin and yang Tai Chi round, there is an old man with white hair and white beard, with a fairy-like and Taoist priest. Although Chen Weiming didn't know him, Chen Pan recognized him.

Li Dan, a junior in Chen Pan's words, is the Taishang Laojun in the prehistoric era in the future.

I don’t know what the Nine Yang Zhenren and Taishang Laojun secretly discussed, so after coming out, he took Sun Wukong in and brought him to a stove with gossip patterns.

"Master!" Sun Wukong felt something was wrong and didn't want to go in, but Jiuyang Zhenren let him crawl in by himself in one sentence.

"Get in and get stronger when you come out!"

Becoming stronger... These two words tempt the monkey too much, and he did not hesitate.

"I really want to refine the monkey to death!" Chen Pan sighed lightly. In fact, both Chen Weiming and he thought that Wen Dao might have thought it was wrong back then, but that was not the case.

With his cultivation insights, we can naturally see that the Nine Yang True Man has no way to make a monkey stronger. This is simply to refine the origin of chaos in the monkey's body.

The Taishang Laojun has extremely strong cultivation and is already the supreme. The Bagua Furnace is also a divine object. The flame is extremely terrifying, so it can easily refine the Hunyuan Emperor, let alone the monkey at that time.

The flames burned the body, how could it not hurt, but the monkey held back, endured the severe pain, without saying a word, and his eyes were even filled with joy.

From the eyes of Jiuyang Zhenren, he saw expectations, and his expectations for him had disappeared for many years.

As long as the master can feel useful, he is willing to suffer any hardship. That amazing perseverance is persistent and never dies.

When the seventeenth and fourteenth days passed, and when Sun Wukong came out of the flames of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, he became stronger, improved to a certain level, refined the Hunyuan body, and the golden eyes of the fire.

But what greeted him was not the master's joy, but the deeper despair.

"You... this... useless thing!"

That sentence, word by word, drove him from heaven to hell.

"master!"

Sun Wukong, who hadn't cried for many years, cried again. He didn't know the reason for the despair, and thought that his improvement did not meet the expectations of the Nine Yang Zhenren.

"Get out, I never want to see you again, forever!"

With a roar, the Nine Yang Zhenren threw Sun Wukong into the starry sky and into the universe, and never saw him again.

When Sun Wukong said that he and the Jiuyang Zhenren were lost, they were so implicit.

After reading Sun Wukong's tens of thousands of years, it seems that it has only been a few days.

In reality, Sun Wukong should have been cheered up, but there is nothing here. He fell into despair, as if he had fallen into endless darkness forever and could not come out.

Why, I'm so useless...

The endless self-blame made him close himself.

"What should I do?" Chen Weiming asked: "Is there any way to do it!"

Chen Pan shook his head: "I don't have a clue yet. This illusion is too strong for you now. Even the Chaos Bell can only barely enter and cannot break free... The most important thing is that this illusion is something I have never seen before. These rules that I know are not enough to turn defeat into victory."

"Namo Amitabha!"

Jin Chanzi on the side suddenly recited and walked towards the cliff ahead step by step.

Chen Weiming immediately shouted: "Master, what are you going to do?"

Mrs. White Bone has never taken action, maybe because she is afraid of the Chaos Bell, or because she is calculating more, but the situation is not safe at this time. And like Jin Chanzi, it is Mrs. White Bone's biggest target, and accidents may occur at any time.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Jin Chanzi looked back and looked: "I am not as good as hell who goes to hell? If I can't save my disciple, it will be meaningless to travel west. I want to pull him back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he jumped down with a tin staff in his hand.
Chapter completed!