"I, Old Sun, am too lazy to waste time talking to you! If you know what's good for you today, just lead your people and retreat. Otherwise, even if you are lucky enough to escape from my stick today, one day I will lead my disciples from the Flower-Fruit Mountain to rush into your Spider Cave and kill all your family members." Sun Wukong sneered and warned.
"Oh my, the Fighting Buddha has such a murderous nature, it's really scary. If it were just us in Pansi Cave today, we wouldn't dare to cause trouble for Fangcun Mountain alone. If the Great Sage asked us to retreat, we wouldn't be able to explain to Lion Camel Ridge and Lingbo City." Hua Shiniang said in embarrassment.
"Hmph! Don't use Lion Camel Ridge and Lingbo City to suppress me, Sun Wukong. I have fought against every one of them. If anything happens to my master today, you can just prepare for a fight to the death with me." Sun Wukong's eyes narrowed, he glanced at Hua Shiniang, and then swept towards the void on the other side.
I saw a flash of silver light in the void over there, and the figure of a tall young man emerged.
His demeanor is quite extraordinary. He wears armor with coiled dragon and cloud patterns, a white jade dragon crown on his head, a three-pointed, double-edged sword in his hand, and a Lingxi Wangyue bow on his waist. He has an extraordinarily handsome face, and his facial features are heroic. There is a heavy red mark between his eyebrows, with golden vertical lines embedded in it.
The person who came was none other than Erlang Shen Yang Jian, and crouching at his feet was a huge, dark-bodied dog, which was naturally Roaring Sky Dog.
When this man and the dog appeared, they both exuded an extremely powerful aura, which made people feel terrified.
"Sun Wukong, go back. This is not something you should be involved in." Yang Jian said.
Because of the height difference between their positions, he seemed to be looking down on others, with a slight sense of command.
"Yang Jian, so many years have passed, why haven't you changed your bad habits of being in a high position? This was the reason why I despised you the most back then." Sun Wukong frowned and said.
"Fangcun Mountain has been outside the border for many years and is destined to go through this disaster. Even if you intervene, you can't change anything." Yang Jian said expressionlessly.
"Stop talking nonsense. Are you going to come one by one or all together?" Sun Wukong asked, scratching his ear impatiently.
"He has already become a Buddha, but he is still stubborn and refuses to change his ways." Yang Jian shook his head and sighed.
After saying that, he swooped down, clenched his palm in the air, and a three-pointed, double-edged sword appeared, drawing a white streak in the air and chopped down at Sun Wukong's head.
"Soul-calming."
Just a loud shout was heard from his mouth, and a dark blue magic power poured from his body into the weapon in his hand, instantly tearing cracks in the void and transforming into several vertical light waves, rushing straight to the top of Sun Wukong's head.
The latter calmly pulled out the finger that had inserted into his ear hole, and a golden light suddenly emerged from it, instantly turning into a golden stick, which he waved with one arm and lashed towards the top of his head.
"call"
There was a sudden gust of wind, as loud as thunder.
With a loud "boom", the golden cudgel shone brightly in the air, instantly shattering all the light waves.
Before the rift in the void closed, a figure had already risen into the air, as fast as lightning, and instantly arrived in front of Yang Jian.
"Take this stick from me, Old Sun."
With a loud shout, the golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand was already spinning in the air like a full moon, sweeping towards Yang Jian.