This move was particularly sudden and could be said to be silent.
The Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Shield covering Pixiu's body flew away automatically without the blessing of Wuqu Xingjun's magic power, and Sun Wukong put it away with a wave of his hand.
A soul that looked like a substance flew out of Wuqu Xingjun's body. At first he was a little confused, but then he looked at Sun Wukong with overwhelming hatred.
"Mortal, you dare to break my body?
I will let you go to endless hell and enjoy the suffering for countless kalpas.
I will make you never reincarnate... I will burn you with my anger for millions of years..."
"Tsk," Sun Wukong said, "You'd better see if you have a life to live up to it."
After saying this, he didn't give Wu Quxingjun any chance to speak. He thought the immortal general had a bad mouth.
Sun Wukong jumped directly into the sky above his soul, his hands turned blue and purple, entwined with purple-red air currents.
This does not belong to fairy magic, nor does it belong to demon magic, but is the iron sand palm in human nature.
He looked inconspicuous, but Sun Wukong pressed his palm on his soul.
"Bang!" There was a sound, and the void shook slightly.
Sun Wukong somersaulted and fell to the ground, and Wuqu Xingjun's soul was also stunned in mid-air, dumbfounded.
Not long after, Pixiu discovered that Wuqu Xingjun's head slowly cracked, and then spider web-like cracks spread to his whole body.
"I..." He murmured in disbelief: "Am I just going to die like this?"
He is a heavenly general with immortal status. Without the magic weapon to destroy the soul, the other party shattered his soul that had been condensed for thousands of years with just a mediocre palm...
Wuqu Xingjun's soul shattered like glass and dissipated in mid-air.
Pixiu said tremblingly: "You... you... who are you, and what are you doing in my sea of consciousness space?"
Sun Wukong looked at him for a while and said: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's really magical. No wonder a mountain can naturally channel spirits, and its emotions are integrated with the spirit of the mythical beast Pixiu."
Sun Wukong said: "I want to borrow something from you."
Heishan suddenly became nervous and looked at Sun Wukong warily.
The divine general just said he was here to borrow something, but what he borrowed was his soul.
Sun Wukong smiled and said: "I just want to borrow a drop of your blood essence."
Then, no matter what Heishan thought, he directly took out the Nine Dragon Divine Fire Shield and said: "In exchange, I can give this to you. If you refine it, no ordinary gods can take it away from you."
Just like throwing away garbage, throw the divine fire shield directly to Montenegro.
Heishan's eyes widened and he said with disbelief: "Do you really have only one purpose?"
Sun Wukong smiled and replied: "I just hate that general, I just happened to meet him."
The two looked at each other for a long time, Heishan breathed a sigh of relief, and his whole body suddenly burned with red flames. Two red balls condensed in front of him. He blew it lightly and flew directly to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong took the essence and blood and ran out of the cave quickly. As he ran, he said: "We will meet again in the future. Keep today's affairs a secret. You are not something you can deal with the gods."
After leaving Heishan's body, he spat two large mouthfuls of saliva directly onto the blood.
The smoke was misty, the water vapor drifted away, the high temperature dropped, and the essence and blood condensed. While there was still residual warmth, Sun Wukong started beating with his iron rod.
In Fangcun Mountain, you can learn more than just the seventy-two transformations. The Patriarch's Sutra Library contains secret books from all heavens, and each of them is a top-notch secret book when it is passed down to human society.
Now Sun Wukong is a blacksmith.
After half an hour, an iron chain and an iron hammer were completed.
After weighing it twice, he was very satisfied and said without looking back: "Come out, aren't you tired after following me for so long?"
Golden Horn jumped out from behind Sun Wukong and said, "How come you, a mortal, have such ability to enter that cave?"
Jin Jiao was really shocked. Just now he wanted to follow Sun Wukong into the depths of the cave, but just after walking, he felt dizzy and had to withdraw and wait outside.
Sun Wukong smiled and said: "You are so good, you are just like a mortal. Are you an immortal?"
"I……"
Jinjiao was so angry that he couldn't speak. Although he secretly descended to the realm, he would never dare to casually tell a mortal that he was an immortal. He would be immediately sensed by God, and it would be a death penalty if caught.
"Little brat, tell me about the immortal who opens your mouth and shuts up. Have you ever seen an immortal?"
Sun Wukong laughed heartily.
Jinjiao was so angry that his orifices were filled with smoke and he was screaming. Finally, he had nothing to say and stamped his feet angrily.
Sun Wukong also thought it was funny, and the golden horn was really stupid.
Sun Wukong reminded: "I won't play with you anymore. You should go home and play in the mud. Don't run out every day, lest your parents worry..."
"Bah, you're just playing in the mud, and you're the parent? The only one in my family is the elder..."
Jin Jiao covered his mouth half-way through, not daring to reveal even a single word.
"How stupid. He is one of the stupidest demon kings in Journey to the West."
Regardless of the golden horn, Sun Wukong flew directly to Xuanyuan City. It was already midnight when he arrived in the city.
When I returned to the Qin Mansion, I found that the candles were still lit in Hou Xiaomei's study.
"You are really serious. You don't really want to take the top prize, do you?"
The night is still not lonely, but the dawn is as dark as the sky.
Sun Wukong arrived at the door of the Prime Minister's Mansion, feeling somewhat strange in his heart?
"What's going on with this rapid heartbeat?"
He didn't understand. What happened? He couldn't find the reason.
He once made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace, stole elixirs and drank royal wine, but he was never nervous. Why was he nervous today? He didn't understand.
He took a deep breath and walked towards the door.
“Stop—” the two doormen stretched out their hands to stop him and said, “Do you have an invitation?”
Sun Wukong frowned and asked for an invitation, "I, Sun Bukong, want to attend someone else's birthday, do I need an invitation?"
His great sage temper was rising, and he had never been so aggrieved before. He asked for an invitation letter when entering any door. Even Nantianmen, he could come and go as he pleased, and no one had ever asked for an invitation letter.
The two doormen laughed. One of them came to him and poked his chest with his index finger and said, "Boy, do you know where this place is?"
The guard pointed to the big sign at the door and said, "This is Duke Li's Mansion, the residence of the left prime minister. Are you blind?"
Sun Wukong said with an innocent expression: "I know, Prime Minister Zuo, I also know the lady in your house, Li Hua!!"
"Bold..."
Another guard walked up to him and started to slap his mouth.
Just then, a loud voice shouted from inside the door: "Stop..."
The three of them looked at the door together, but it was a young master.
The people outside the two doors were shocked and immediately knelt down and said: "Sir, this person does not have an invitation letter..."
"Huh!" The young man snorted coldly. He went up and kicked and punched him, and while he was beating him, he scolded him and said: "Things without eyes, who said they can't come in without an invitation? Can't you just mention your name?"
"Did he mention a name?"
The two guards didn't know what their young master meant or why he asked such a question, but the pain made their hearts confused.
Suddenly, the two of them screamed: "It's up, it's up..."
When the young master heard this, he beat him even harder until he was almost dying and came to Sun Wukong and said: "Brother, we meet again."
This young man is the one Sun Wukong met in the weapons store yesterday.