Patriarch of Wanjiao

900 years ago.

Beimang barren hills and Ailao Mountain.

The moon is hanging high in the sky, and the bright moonlight is like a flash of white, splashing in the deep mountains and swamps.

"Roar……"

"Roar……"

"Roar……"

Waves of low howls came from the mountains, revealing a hint of awe and excitement.

The demonic energy rising into the sky seemed like a dark cloud, covering the bright moon.

In the mountain, a wild fire illuminates the altar, and a black iron rod is stuck in the center. It is rusty and has green moss attached to it, showing the vicissitudes of time.

At this moment, a group of monkey monsters surrounded the altar, worshiping the black iron rod.

"Sister, why do you want to worship that black stick? It looks so ordinary."

In the last row of the monkey group, a little macaque shook his head and couldn't help but ask.

"Freeze said……"

Next to it, a snow-white macaque quickly covered the little macaque's mouth and made a silent gesture.

"That is a sacred object passed down from generation to generation in our lineage. It is said that it was dug out of the ground and is older than the time of the Hundred Thousand Barren Hills of Beimang..."

As he spoke, the snow-white macaque's eyes narrowed and looked at the black iron rod on the altar, showing incomparable piety and awe.

"It is not ordinary, it just fell asleep... The ancestors once said that in future generations, there will be monkeys who can get the recognition of this sacred object and let it wake up and recognize its owner..."

"Roar……"

"Roar……"

"Roar……"

At this moment, the demonic energy boiled, and everyone in the monkey clan became excited. An adult monkey was escorted to the altar. Immediately afterwards, an old monkey demon raised a scimitar and dropped the knife in front of everyone. Then, he cut off the head of the monkey, and the scarlet blood flowed to the black iron rod.

This is the tradition of the Ailao Mountains, sacrificing sacred objects with the lives and blood of the tribesmen.

However, passed down from generation to generation, the black iron rod remains indifferent, and tonight is no exception.

"Don't dare to look!"

The little macaque covered his eyes.

"One day, if the sacred object can be awakened, there will be no need to sacrifice..." The snow-white macaque looked at the black iron rod and murmured.

"Sister, I went to the back mountain again yesterday and heard that sound again..."

At this moment, the little macaque lowered his head and covered his eyes.

"Huh!? Didn't I tell you not to think too much?" The snow-white macaque frowned and lowered his voice.

"You just have too many thoughts, so you hear sounds that aren't there."

"Xiao Liu, get rid of distracting thoughts. Only when the six roots are pure can you improve your magic skills... If you act like this, I'm afraid you will always be at the bottom of the clan."

"But..." The little macaque knew that even his sister would not believe it, but he still tried to defend himself.

"It's different this time. In addition to the monkey's cry, I also heard other sounds... The monkey seemed to be saying... Mo Fa... Jin Ao... Zhu Xian..."

The little macaque tilted its head and approached the snow-white macaque: "And... I saw that monkey in the lake in the back mountain. Its eyes were golden..."

"Okay... stop talking nonsense..."

The snow-white macaque suddenly gave the little macaque a brain-destroying blow, and warned severely: "If you say these strange words again, I will throw you into the Peach-free Valley."

"As long as you threaten me...well, I won't say anything..."

The little macaque pouted and lowered his head with an aggrieved look on his face.

Late at night, the huge altar was empty. Only the little macaque was squatting beside the altar, looking at the black iron rod that stood there for a long time.

"I heard the monkey barking again, but no one believed me..."

The little macaque held his chin and said helplessly: "Those voices are always lingering in my head... Is this the reason why I have no talent in cultivation?"

"It should get better as you grow older."

The little macaque comforted himself, stood up unsteadily, and left by himself.

Under the bright moonlight, the quiet black iron rod had a strange luster, which was fleeting and difficult to detect.

There are no years in the mountains, and the barren hills of Beimang are full of killings. The way of cultivation is to compete with heaven for fate, and the competition between monsters and ghosts is natural selection.

The little macaque could no longer remember how many great sacrifices the clan had held. He witnessed his friend's head being beheaded and sacrificed to the black iron rod, but there was still no movement from the latter.

His cultivation is still the same as before, his progress is slow, and he is regarded as the least talented monkey in the clan.

The lake in the back mountain still attracted him. He heard more and more sounds every day and became more frequent. He seemed to hear a monkey chanting sutras and preaching.

The obscure method is extremely mysterious, and the little macaque spends all his thoughts on it every day. Listening to the strange sound, the special method has been deduced in his mind countless times.

This made his spirit become even more depressed.

The snow-white macaque saw it in his eyes and felt quite distressed. He warned again that if the six roots are impure, listening to the music and thinking about it will give rise to inner demons, which is not good for practice.

The little macaque had heard this warning so many times, and naturally turned a deaf ear to it.

Until one day, the snow-white macaque was carried back by the same people, and one of her eyes and arms were left outside and became the treasure of the great demon outside Ailao Mountain.

That day, the little macaque came to the back mountain lake alone. He stood there for a long time and actually cut off both of his ears.

There was no age in the mountain, but only now did he know that he should have grown up.

From that day on, the little macaque never said a word again and concentrated on practicing. The strange thing was that the method he practiced was not from the Ailao Mountain lineage.

On this day, the moon hung high in the sky, and the bright moonlight was like the little macaque seeing a big sacrifice in the clan for the first time.

On the altar, the mutilated snow-white macaque was brought up by the old monkey in the clan.

Originally, tonight's sacrifice was supposed to be her brother, but she was dead, her body was disabled, and she could no longer contribute to the clan.

She became a sacrifice, and her last remaining light swept across the group of monkeys, but she did not see that familiar figure.

puff...

He raised the knife and dropped it, and a snow-white head rolled to the ground with only one eye. Scarlet blood flowed to the black iron rod. The latter remained motionless and still did not respond at all.

"Ah ah ah..."

At this moment, a roar like a wild beast came from the distance, and all the monkey monsters stepped aside and looked towards it.

The little macaque arrived belatedly. He gave up his ears and went to practice in the mountains. He had never heard of the grand ceremony tonight. But when he saw the long-lost head, his scarlet eyes gradually became darkened.

He roared like a wild beast and ran towards the altar like crazy.

The monkeys around them had their mouths open, not knowing what they were saying, but their expressions were full of reproach, scolding and disgust.

"How dare you disrupt the clan's grand ceremony!?"

"Get down!"

"You should have been the one to sacrifice..."

Suddenly, the surrounding sounds became extremely clear, clearer than ever.

At this time, no one noticed that the side of the little macaque's face was covered with fluff, and six ears were slowly growing out.

At this moment, his hearing was restored and became extremely clear.

Not only did he hear the furious roars of his tribe, but after many years, he once again heard the sound coming from the lake in the back mountain.

This time, the sound seemed to be beside him, and even through the sound, the little macaque saw various pictures outside of that independent time and space.A golden ape rises up and stands in the sky, frightening the immortal gods. He performs wonderful magic, explores changes, and shakes the starry sky and the world.

"I should have heard it earlier...you are me...I am you..."

"It would have been different if I had heard it earlier..."

"Abominable fate!"

The little macaque murmured softly. He cried and laughed sometimes, as if he were crazy.

At this moment, the old monkey in the tribe felt unhappy and walked towards him with a scimitar in hand.

hum...

Almost at the same moment, a wisp of black energy emanated from the little macaque's body, as if it were invaded by night, directly taking away the old monkey's life. The latter's body trembled and turned into ashes.

"He He……"

Suddenly, the entire group screamed. At this moment, the monkeys saw that the little macaque had already grasped the black iron rod next to him. It had been dusty for a long time and was silent... but at this moment, there was something strange.

Streams of bright light instantly penetrated the black iron rod, and a terrifying aura rose into the sky, like a great demon coming into the world, almost flattening Ailao Mountain.

"You guys are too noisy!"

The little macaque holding a black iron rod was no longer the same. His figure became extremely tall, he had six ears of hearing, black energy hunted like a robe, inner demons were transformed, and he was lawless.

In an instant, the huge Ailao Mountain turned into purgatory, with monkey monsters piled up like a mountain. The monkey, with six ears, seemed to be coming from a desperate situation in the netherworld.

"I heard your name...I also heard my own name..."

"Six-sense Monkey!"

The cold voice sounded slowly in the tomb, it was so quiet and quiet, as if it came from another world.

In the twisted void, a terrifying figure walked slowly. It was a monkey. It was thin and thin. The bones were wrapped in shriveled skin. There seemed to be suture marks on the limbs. The dull hair was messy and abnormal, and the cold eyes were filled with blood. Reflecting the vicissitudes of time, the most eye-catching thing is the six ears behind the cheeks.

"That monkey demon... turned into a corpse as expected..."

The general's expression suddenly changed, and his trembling body felt unprecedented pressure.

More than 900 years ago, this monkey roamed the barren hills of Beimang, and even the young Shenzong almost died in his hands.

Although he was later beheaded by a Taoist priest, and now his corpse turned into a demon, and his strength was no longer what it was before, but now it seems that he is still infinitely terrifying.

"You are also a corpse...are you scared!?"

The cold voice rang in the general's ears, but the hairy, shriveled palm had already landed on his chest.

"how is this possible!?"

The general's pupils suddenly shrank, he couldn't believe it. In an instant, the sound of ghosts crying and wailing shook the sky and the earth, a flag appeared in the sky, and the dark wind whizzed, as if it came from refining, attracting people's soul.

"Lost Soul Flag!"

The holy weapon that the generals painstakingly refined, once used, has a netherworldy atmosphere, attracts spirits, and divides life and death.

hum...

Under the Luohun flag, the body of the six-sense demon monkey swayed slightly, but his eyes were clear and clear, but it was not affected in any way.

"you……"

The general's expression suddenly changed.

rumbling...

At this moment, Zhu Ganghe carried the [Shangbaoqin Golden Rake], wrapped in the cold demonic aura, and fell from the sky. He rake nine structures and smashed it on the top of the demon monkey's head.

Suddenly, there was a violent sound, and thousands of flames splashed out.

The tingling shock traced along the [Shangbao Qinjin Rake]. Zhugang Hye's complexion suddenly changed, the tiger's mouth cracked open, and blood flowed horizontally, showing that he had let go of the treasure.

"impossible……"

The flesh and blood body, the head and the heavenly spirit, suffered a blow from the [Shangbao Qin Golden Rake] but did not suffer any damage at all.

The skull is born with vajra nature, how can it be hurt by all methods! ?

"retreat!"

The generals screamed in shock, but it was already too late.

The Liujue Demon Monkey raised his hand, and a black iron rod broke through the void. The terrifying aura instantly reopened the entire tomb. The stick's rise shook the sky, and the entire Ailao Mountain trembled.

"town!"

The general gritted his teeth and activated the [Lost Soul Flag], which was placed in front of the black iron rod.

With just one blow, there was only a "stab" sound, and the terrifying black iron rod directly broke through the [Lost Soul Banner] with a devastating force and penetrated it.

The next moment, the black iron rod's killing power continued unabated, piercing through Zhu Ganghye's body and nailing it to the ground of Ailao Mountain.

Even with the [Canopy God Curse] to protect his body, he could not withstand the bombardment of this black iron rod.

hum...

At this critical moment, a golden stream of light appeared behind the Liujue Monkey.

The summer cicada began to chirp, and she once again used the [Cicada Soul Transformation Technique], burning her life to the extreme. The golden stream of light stretched across the void, turned into a thread, and pierced the back of the Liujue Monkey's heart.

This was her life-consuming blow with all her strength, the cicadas chirped faintly, the ultimate sublimation, the most brilliant golden aura.

boom……

There was a loud noise, and the six-sense demon monkey stood still. Whenever the golden stream of light hit him, his body did not even move for half a minute. The bright spiritual light suddenly collapsed, and Xia Chanming's body was shaken off. come out.

She looked at the Liujue Monkey in horror, and couldn't believe her eyes.

The corpse demon in front of me is so powerful that it is beyond the law. It seems that no means in this world can hurt it at all. Such a body is a blessing from heaven, immortal and indestructible.

"Why did the worm shake the tree?"

The six-sense demon monkey was indifferent, its withered palms tightened around Xia Chanming's neck, and lifted her up in the air.

Without looking, his other hand penetrated Xia Chanming's chest like a sharp blade, crushing the beating heart instantly, and then threw it aside like garbage.

Strong, ridiculously strong.

The generals, pigs and hyenas, summer cicadas chirping...weak as insects and ants in front of this monster monkey, trapped between life and death, unable to control themselves.

"Singing cicada..."

Jie Pipa screamed, pain and despair filling her beautiful eyes.

"Is this how fate should be..."

Xia Cicada murmured softly, clearly feeling that her life was passing by, just like the brilliance of summer, fleeting and difficult to grasp.

"God has the virtue of good life."

At this moment, a scornful voice resounded, and the five-color stone cocoon standing in the void suddenly shattered, and Li Mo rose up from the sky. His body was crystal clear, and his breath had undergone earth-shaking changes. As he took in and out of breath, he responded. In harmony with the frequency of heaven and earth.

"Li Mo..." The general vomited blood and roared.

Li Mo looked calm and took one step forward, arriving in front of Xia Chanming. The surrounding void spread like ripples, stirring up thunder and fire like boiling fire.

"God...should have the virtue of a happy life."

Li Mo whispered uncertainly. He raised his right hand and slowly patted Xia Chan's singing Tianling.

Suddenly, Xia Chan's delicate body trembled slightly, and her life flashed before her eyes like a revolving lantern...

The next moment, a golden light fell down, reflecting on the gradually cold body! !

Release the Nine Treasure Cicada and awaken the [Three Burial Sutras]...