Prehistoric magic weapon wholesaler

That is the law he practiced, the Dao.

He was injured by the power of the long river of fate, and his foundation was already injured, so the blood mixed with Dao Yun flowed out.

The power of the long river of fate is still rolling in, hitting him, causing the blood at the corner of his mouth to never stop.

Normally, by this time, he would have given up.

His strength is obviously not enough for him to break through this era, he can't survive it.

He should give up, return to his own era, recover from his injuries, accumulate strength, and wait for the next shock.

However, this time, Monkey King suddenly didn't want to give up.

He didn't take a step back, forcibly resisting the power of the river of fate, he walked forward.

Every step he took made his injury worse.

"Cough cough..."

The sound of coughing sounded in the river of fate, Sun Wukong was coughing up blood, and his injury was getting worse.

The Dao Yun scattered on the body is even thicker, permeating the long river of fate, showing an aura of lawlessness.

That was his way, the way of fighting.

Fighting against the sky, fighting against the earth, lawlessness, the way of never yielding!

Sun Wukong coughed continuously and moved with difficulty.

His eyes were so calm from the beginning to the end, even if he was seriously injured, he didn't flinch in the slightest.

There is a pang in his heart.

This inexplicable appearance made him not want to give up.

He has also attacked this era countless times, but failed every time. Every time, he goes back, recovers, accumulates strength, and then strikes again.

This is the normal Daluo Jinxian's cultivation method.

But now, he suddenly didn't want to give up.

Even after enduring such a big injury, there was no thought of giving up in his heart.

"I am Fighting Saint Buddha..."

Sun Wukong walked slowly and with difficulty, with firm steps, walking in the tide of fate, step by step.

The waves hit him, causing bigger and bigger scars.

His body began to decay, and his golden hair turned gray.

That is the power of time, his eternal lifespan, under the power of time, faded from eternity.

Sun Wukong suddenly discovered something.

Da Luo Jinxian may not be unkillable, at least in this long river of fate, he will die.

There was a feeling in his heart, if he continued, he would die, he would die!

"Dead?" Sun Wukong grinned, sharp teeth protruding from his lips, he smiled, his eyes were still calm, and there was no sign of flinching.

"Then die!"

Now, there are two roads in front of him, one is to go back, he is still the Daluo Jinxian who is beyond the Three Realms and not in the Five Elements, aloof.

He only needs to recover from his injuries and accumulate strength, and he will have another chance to impact this era.

But, if he doesn't give up, then either he will succeed or... die!

Chapter 227 Hongjun Bestows Treasure

Sun Wukong is impacting the river of fate, and fate is impacting Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong's injury was even more serious, and he was as old as an old man.

He finally crossed the waves of the long river of fate.

But before he could be happy, the next wave came again.

This is the wave of space, hitting Sun Wukong's body, and in an instant, a series of clicking sounds came.

His steel and iron bones, which even the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder could not damage a single bit, were broken in the soft current.

Pfft!

Monkey King fell down, was hit by the waves, and pushed back.

Monkey King didn't move, lying in the river, he seemed to have lost consciousness, lost the power to resist, and let the waves hit.

"Cough cough..."

The violent cough sounded again, and Monkey King raised his head, his face was wrinkled and bloodstained.

He wriggled in the river, resisting the impact of the waves, like a bug, slowly but firmly crawled towards the top of the river.

On his raised head, in a pair of pitch-black eyes, there was still no trace of fear or fear.

The waves of space shattered Sun Wukong's bones, except for the head, the rest of the place was already a puddle of debris.

But even so, he still used strong willpower to support his body, relying on the strength of his skin, wriggling, crawling, and crawling towards the top of the river.

Boom!

Space Wave noticed his movements, reappeared, and landed.

Click!

A series of cracking sounds came, and Monkey King's only complete head, the skull, was also shattered.

He was completely turned into a puddle of flesh, and even his skin was smashed to pieces.

The whole person was hit by the waves and turned into a ball.

The river flowed, pushing the meat ball, and flowing downward.

Not long after the flow, the meat ball suddenly stopped, withstood the waves, and continued to roll forward perseveringly against the force of the flowing water.

It's Sun Wukong!

He is still alive!

He didn't even intend to give up!

The speed of the meat ball was faster than his wriggling speed, with an indescribable firmness.

Whoa!

The third wave hits, it is the wave of fate, with the power of fate.

The fate spray turned Sun Wukong into a meat ball, like mud, constantly changing its appearance.

For a while it was a monkey, for a while it was a stone, for a while it was a grass, a flower...

In the process of change, Sun Wukong's power changes accordingly, either strong or weak.

When you become a monkey, you only have the power of a monkey; when you become a grass, you only have the power of grass.

It stands to reason that such strength is simply not enough for him to withstand the power of fate, but he resisted!

No matter when he turned into a monkey, or turned into a stone, or turned into a blade of grass, he was always moving forward unswervingly.

What he relies on is his mind, a firm mind.

No matter how fate treats him, he is steadfast and always moves forward!

Finally, Monkey King broke through the third wave and completely stood in the Lich Age.

boom!

In the long river of fate, a wave swept Monkey King and retreated.

In the prehistoric world, Monkey King turned into flesh and reappeared.

A golden light flashed above the meat paste, and Monkey King re-formed into his original appearance.

With a hairy face and Lei Gongzui, and a golden-red cassock, he seemed to be the same as before, except that his complexion was terribly pale.

In the prehistoric world, countless fluctuations appeared, followed by countless voices: "Monkey King?"

"How did he appear here?"

"Did he go back in time to the age of the lich?"

"how is this possible?"

"In terms of strength, he is far from enough!"

Among the many voices, there was deep shock and horror.

Above Kunlun, there are twelve figures appearing, looking at Monkey King's appearance, they are amazed.

In the west, Zhundi, who was sitting cross-legged under a bodhi tree, opened his eyes, looked at Monkey King, and was extremely stunned: "This monkey...is this time here?"

"How did he do it?"

Zhundi looked at Sun Wukong's weak breath and his existence, his eyes were full of disbelief.

According to his calculation, Sun Wukong shouldn't have appeared at this time...

"This monkey..." Zhundi looked at Sun Wukong carefully, judged his own time, and was even more surprised: "What kind of opportunity did you get?"

Sun Wukong stood out of thin air, his face was pale, and his eyes were firm: "I am also... Monkey King!"

.......

Duobao walks in this new prehistoric world, feeling the countless creatures in the world.

"Weak, weak, really too weak!"

He kept shaking his head. Compared with the prehistoric world he was in, this prehistoric world was so weak that he couldn't believe it. Such a world was also prehistoric!

Clenching a fist and exerting light force, the space next to Bai Yu's fist suddenly distorted, faintly shattering.

Seeing this scene, Duobao was even more speechless.

He hasn't used any force yet, and as a result, this space will be shattered. If he really uses force, this space will be shattered directly.

"In comparison, the prehistoric world I live in is indeed very well equipped!"

Originally, he guessed that the prehistoric world he was in was for the high match prehistoric, and now it was even more of a stone hammer.

He raised his eyes and looked out of the chaos, where the aura of Sanqing sage could be clearly seen.

"Golden Immortal Taiyi?"

Duobao's eyes widened suddenly. Does even a sage have the strength of a Taiyi Golden Immortal?

It's too weak!

He didn't know how many times he had such an idea.

Originally, he was still a little interested and planned to take a good look at this prehistoric world.

But now, he suddenly lost interest.

Being so weak, he was afraid that if he was not careful, he would destroy this world!

"Forget it, let's go!"

Duobao sighed, completely lost interest, even Duobao, who originally wanted to see this world, didn't want to.

You can think with your toes that the treasure in this world must be frighteningly weak at this moment.

Looking at the current strength of the other self, Duobao was afraid that he couldn't help it, so he shot him and helped him... This would disrupt the original development of this world and produce an uncontrollable butterfly effect.

After thinking about it, I gave up.

"I can't bear to look straight at it!"

With a sigh, Duobao returned to the long river of fate.

As soon as Fang entered the river of fate, he suddenly froze.

An old man with gray hair appeared in front of him, he should not be young, but his skin was as smooth as a baby?