Li Yuanfeng got up from the cloud bed and walked to the window. There was a stir outside, with gold and water storm outside, and clouds and trees reflected, and the rustling pine and bamboo green hang down with the wind, rustling with clear sound.

The sky is soaked in cold green, and the clouds are slimming down.

The sound of wind, the sound of pine, the sound of water.

Clouds, stones, trees.

The scenery penetrates the eyebrows and makes people feel refreshed.

Li Yuanfeng was really happy. After just the effort, the Golden Immortal Portal has been pushed to six gaps, and he can even see the mystery behind the Portal. Even if it is not as good as the half-step Golden Immortal that has shocked the Golden Immortal in the Heavens and All Realms like the Void Spirit Blood Emperor, the real gap is not big.

It can be said that if you are thick-skinned and call yourself a half-step Golden Immortal, it is also OK.

Compared to the past, it has been a significant improvement.

"Heaven,"

Li Yuanfeng held the window frame with his hands, and the nine bird heads behind him were as rifles as rings. Anyway, there was no one, so he didn't have to hide his smile. Being able to come to the Heavenly Court to be the Xuantian Holy Lord is really a wonderful game.

After a while, Li Yuanfeng returned to the hall and sat down.

On the jade table in front of me, there is a water filling placed to grind the inkstone to add water. It is green in color, like a small boat, and the lustery light on the porcelain is slanted. It is like rain passing by the sky blue, and the green color of thousands of peaks condenses, reflecting Li Yuanfeng's expression, and his joyful expression is slightly solemn.

"forerunner,"

After Li Yuanfeng was happy, he thought of the figure he stared at from behind the door. It was the person who walked the same path as him in the world, the pioneer and the competitor.

No matter what, you have to take the initiative to attack others, surpass them, improve the rules, and break through to the upper realm. Otherwise, if one of them really wants to break through first and block the road ahead, there will never be a possibility of being promoted to Golden Immortal.

"I'm not waiting,"

Li Yuanfeng sighed, he had to seize the time to accumulate more in the Heavenly Court.

"Demon Court,"

Li Yuanfeng stretched out his hand and put it on the boat-shaped water inkstone with his fingertips, also called the boat-shaped inkstone dripping. The boat's pointed head and tail, and the irregularly shaped shed-style cabin, were faintly jade-colored and cold. Things like the turmoil of heaven are hard to come by. The most certain thing is to put it in the demon court world that has not yet been born.

There is a cycle of "Tide of Heaven" and I can't wait. Besides, even if it's time again, if there is no big fish like the Void Spirit Blood Emperor, it will be impossible to achieve merits like this one in the Heavenly Court.

Only the demon court realm is empty, and there are signs of being born under the guidance of the times. As long as you can find clues, you will definitely gain something with the cause and effect of the Eighth Prince of Golden Crow on your body!

“Too few connections.”

Li Yuanfeng's eyes were faint, and the heavenly court was so big that he was lived and guarded by immortal officials from all levels. Some places had abnormalities and were likely to be suppressed. It was not related to it and would not be told at all.

Anyway, as long as you do not violate the rules of nature, there is a lot of room for manipulation.

In places like Heaven, the hearts of people, or the hearts of officials, are very important.

If you don’t have the heart of an official, it’s good if you don’t take any action. If you want to take the initiative to help, dream!

“Grand Court meeting,”

Li Yuanfeng put down his inkstone, and the grand ceremony is about to be held, which is an opportunity.

Earth Immortal Realm, Xiniu Hezhou.

The mountains are thousands of feet high, and the cliffs are cut by thousands of layers.

Ancient cypresses and tall locust trees were heard everywhere, and one or two night birds cries came.

The four-person group of people who went to the mountain road, and in it, Sun Wukong jumped around, scratched with his hands from time to time, and kicked the stones on the ground.

For some reason, Sun Wukong felt very irritable, uneasy and uncomfortable.

"Gookong,"

Tang Seng rode a white horse. Seeing Sun Wukong's appearance, he was a little strange and asked, "What's wrong?"

"fine,"

Sun Wukong was in a state of fire. He watched Tang Monk riding the white dragon horse slowly, so he stepped forward and said, "Master, it's getting late, let's hurry up."

After saying that, Sun Wukong took a photo of the White Dragon Horse.

The white dragon horse suddenly felt pain, spread its hooves and ran away, which scared Tang Monk so much that he grabbed the reins and hid on the horse's back and dared not get up.

"Senior Brother,"

When Monk Sha saw this scene, his dark face showed a look of worry and said, "The mountains are high and dense, so there are no monsters or robbers. It's not safe for the master to be in front of him."

"What are you afraid of? We are there."

Zhu Bajie laughed and said, "Master is riding a horse and we can keep up. It seems that we can still find someone to beg for alms before dark."

As the saying goes, good things are not effective, bad things are not effective.

Monk Sha's crow's mouth became effective again. Tang Monk running in front was stopped by the robbers. Not only did he hang Tang Monk up, but he also wanted to snatch the white dragon horse away.

“Master,”

When Monk Sha saw it, carrying a load, walking steadily, and went to rescue Monk Tang.

"Little thief!"

Sun Wukong was inexplicably irritable today. No one saw that the golden color in his eyes was filled with scarlet red. The invincible luck that originally penetrated the world on the top door was also rising in black catastrophe. He felt like dark clouds were pressing on the top and said, "Look, beat."

Sun Wukong didn't care about anything else, and didn't talk nonsense. He took out the golden cudgel, beat and killed the robbers one by one.

"Little thief,"

After Sun Wukong killed the robber, he was still irritable.

"Gokong, you,"

Tang Seng was finally put down from the tree by Sha Seng, and saw the corpses of the robbers who had just blocked the road lying on the ground, their heads blooming. He couldn't help but be shocked and angry, saying, "What did you do?"

“Where do what?”

Sun Wukong was in a irritable mood. When he heard Tang Seng's words, he felt that the other party was noisy and a little ignorant of the good people. So he said in an impatient tone, "This group of thieves blocked the way and even hung you up and prepared to beat you. I will teach them a little lesson. I didn't expect that they would be so impatient and beat them to death."

"Senior Brother,"

Seeing that Tang Seng was so angry that his nose was about to smoke, Zhu Bajie said, "You are the master of the Heavenly Palace. Your golden cudgel can't even stand the immortal gods in the Heavenly Court. Of course, the little thief in Hefangshan beat him to death with one stick."

When Sun Wukong heard this, he glared at Zhu Bajie with a fierce look.

"When I didn't say it."

Zhu Bajie didn't look good, but he was flexible. When he saw that Sun Wukong's condition seemed to be wrong, he shrank his neck, raised his hand, and went to the side.

"Wukong, how many times have I told you, don't hurt people's lives, why don't you just listen?"

Tang Monk looked at the corpse on the ground, which touched his compassion. At this time, he looked at Sun Wukong more and more disliked. He kept teaching lessons and muttering, saying, saying, and saying.

"Say."

Sun Wukong was so annoyed that he felt angry. He grabbed a robber's head, threw it in front of Tang Seng.

"Ah, you ignorant disciple!"

When Tang Seng saw it, he was shocked at first, then became furious and recited the "Tight Hoop Curse" in his heart.

"It hurts so much."

The tight spells together made Sun Wukong's ears red and his face turned red, his eyes swollen and his head rolled down, and he only taught: "Don't recite! Don't recite!"

Tang Monk read it more than ten times, but it kept going.

"you,"
Chapter completed!