Journey to the West: Leopard Head Mountain Entertainment Company

Lu Xian tried to communicate the power of merit in his body, and rushed towards the firewood.

Refining this treasure was not his whim.

Although Lu Xian has two Houtian Lingbao on him, namely the Panlong Broadsword and the White Chalcedony, these two weapons have already shown their faces, and it is not suitable to appear in the hands of the avatar.

Although hand-to-hand combat is a man's romance, looking at the three worlds, everyone is fighting with magic weapons, but you are the only one who strikes hard, powerful... and a little naive.

Lu Xian also wanted to fight with weapons, but if he didn't have Lingbao, who would want to be a reckless man with bare hands?

With the continuous consumption of the power of merit, the originally dark firewood shed its shell like a golden cicada shedding its shell, and the short and thick columns spread and stretched out, and golden branches and buds slowly grew out of the piles.

At this time, many strange memories appeared in Lu Xian's mind.

At the foot of the mountain, countless naked human races opened their eyes and looked at the vast and boundless world, the wild beasts flying in the sky, and the thundering wind and fire. Their first feeling was not fear, but fear. curious……'

Scenes and scenes flashed before Lu Xian's eyes as if he felt the same.

'The years are long, and after several replacements, the lifespan of each human race is only a short twenty years or so.

The insignificant human race was doing insignificant things, until one day a young man from the Suiren tribe broke a branch from a tree, and all the memories disappeared like flowers in a mirror and the moon in water. '

Lu Xian was quite surprised by the information revealed in the brief screen.

Lu Xian, who has seen countless versions of the history of blood and tears of the prehistoric human race, expressed his understanding, very clear, very clear~

If he guessed correctly, this incomplete firewood is the treasure of the human race that was left behind by people drilling wood in ancient times.

But the problem is...

Lu Xian is now a monster. .

Chapter 131

I don't know if it's Lu Xian thinking too much, or the fire wood can be refined because of its merits.

Feel the soul resonance with the firewood.

Driven by Lu Xian's thoughts, this wooden branch exuding vitality constantly changed its shape in his palm, sometimes turning into a Gatling, and sometimes turning into a Desert Eagle.

Half an hour later, Lu Xian ended this boring transformation experience.

According to what Nuwa said, the Firewood is indestructible and has the ability to change at will, but if that's all, it's not worthy of the title of human treasure.

"Tap my human soul, burn my human blood, the human way will prosper forever, and the human soul will never die..."

When Lu Xian silenced his spiritual consciousness on the firewood, a formula naturally appeared in his mind. This ability called "human soul is immortal" is the core key of firewood.

A single spark can start a prairie fire.

Through the light and shadow memories of those scenes, Lu Xian knew that the firewood was divided into three parts by Sui Renhuo, and each of them was controlled and inherited by other human ancestors.

In the ancient times, there are countless human races holding firewood. There are ancestors, kings, emperors, and countless brave men.

Their will and beliefs are condensed in it, no matter thousands of years or more, when the descendants of the human race have a heart of benevolence, they can summon the heroic spirits in the firewood to come to help out.

"Really, one person is a thousand troops!"

Lu Xian took a deep breath and exclaimed how terrifying.

After laying a sound-proof barrier around his body, Lu Xian looked around to make sure that no one was peeping at him, and then he recited the formula aloud to himself.

then……

Nothing happened.

This unscientific!

Lu Xian's brows were tightly frowned, and the basic conditions for performing the immortality of the human soul required the recognition of the master of the firewood, at least the cultivation base of the earth fairy realm, as well as a benevolent and selfless heart, and a sense of fraternity and integrity!

After thinking for a long time, Lu Xian found that every item met the standard, and there was no reason why he couldn't summon the heroic soul of the human race!

In this way, it can only explain one possibility, in the long years... the firewood has lost its spirituality and is broken!

After some hesitation, Lu Xian decided to take out his mobile phone and report the matter to Nu Wa.

'Your Majesty, where are you? '

Saint Nuwa: Since Caiyi has told you the truth, why are you still called Empress?

Lu Xian: Master!

Saint Nuwa: Hmm~ Why do disciples find a teacher?

Although this sage master is a bit off-line, she is definitely well-informed in terms of experience, and there are few things in the entire Three Realms that she doesn't know.

Lu Xian explained the matter to Nuwa, and after a while...Nuwa returned a string of ellipses to her! ?

Lu Xian: Master, what does this mean?

Saint Nuwa: Think about the answer yourself slowly!

33 Outside the sky, in Wa Palace, there was an exclamation and helpless murmur.

"If there is no heart that can understand the suffering of the common people, it is impossible for the firewood to recognize its master, but as the owner of the firewood, my little apprentice... I am afraid it will be difficult to exert the true power of the firewood .”

The doubts in his heart were still unsolved, Lu Xian's thoughts raced, and finally he made up a truth that he thought was reasonable, that is, firewood has a spirit, and it will automatically identify the identity of the holder. Destroy!

Although there is such a regret, it is not bad to have a weapon that can be changed at will.

……

……

Late night after nine days.

Avalokitesvara Temple was burning with flames and thick smoke billowed.

The Elder Jinchi ordered the monks to set fire to the Tang monks and disciples in the middle of the night because he was greedy for the brocade cassocks, but he didn't know that Monkey King had already noticed the movement of the monks.

When these people threw the torches, the monkey puffed its mouth and blew a gust of wind, blowing the torches all over the Guanyin Temple, especially the mansion of Elder Jin Chi. Under his deliberate observation, the fire was extremely fierce .

Because of Sun Wukong's spellcasting, the sleeping Tang Sanzang was unaware of the fire outside, and the monkey continued to close his eyes after doing all this, and started his game journey tonight.

"Help……"

In the courtyard, Elder Jin Chi panicked. He was holding a brocade cassock in his hand, trapped in the sea of ​​fire, anxious like a headless chicken.

"Help!"

After the words fell, a gust of wind suddenly blew up from the fire, blowing out the fire at the door, and then, a huge figure walked slowly.

Seeing that familiar figure, Elder Jinchi felt as excited as if he had met a Bodhisattva.

"King Black Wind, hurry up and save me! King Black Wind, Black Wind... Hey, who are you?"

Until Laixiong walked into the house, Elder Jinchi suddenly realized that he had mistakenly identified a demon.

"I also invite this king..."

"Give me the cassock."

Just when Elder Jinchi had an idea and was thinking about asking the demon for help, he saw the blue-backed bear staring straight at the cassock in his arms.

"No way, this cassock is mine! It's mine!"

Elder Jin Chi cried out in shock, but Lu Xian didn't want to hear him yell anymore, so he used his strength to break the old monk's arms and took the brocade cassock over.

The Guanyin Temple lost its cassock, and this catastrophe is caused by greed.

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Lu Xian abducted the black bear spirit into the Leopard Head Mountain camp, and just took this opportunity to lead him into robbery and seek merit.

Elder Jinchi, who regards the cassock as his life, sees that the blue-backed bear is about to leave, how can he just watch the brocade cassock fly away, and immediately wants to chase after it.

he~~~tui!

A forceful slobber of saliva hit his forehead, Elder Jinchi suddenly felt his world spinning, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Everything develops as in the original book.

After learning that the cassock was stolen, Sun Wukong grabbed a young novice monk and questioned him in a frightened voice. He learned that there is Heifeng Mountain [-] miles away from Guanyin Temple, and there is a black bear spirit living in a Heifeng Cave in the mountain.

After a somersault, the monkey turned over and went to Heifeng Mountain.

"Come out, black bear spirit!"

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel and pointed at the Black Wind Cave, the sound waves trembled and echoed endlessly.

......................................

But when the cave door opened, what came out... was a blue-backed bear demon.

"Three-foot hozen, you dare to disturb the peace of my Dharma King Thunder and Lightning. I'm afraid you're tired of living, so let me teach you a good lesson today, and let you know that eyes can be donated to those in need!"

If he hadn't transmigrated into a yellow lion spirit and came to Journey to the West with the idol filter of his previous life, Lu Xian would definitely ask Sun Wukong for an autograph.

but now……

Who is Sun Wukong?

Can you last ten rounds under me, someone like Lu?

"Humiliate my grandson, court death!"

Hearing the clamor of the blue-haired bear demon, Monkey King gritted his teeth for a while, and swung the golden cudgel towards the bear demon.

1 minute later.

boom!boom!boom!boom……

Black clouds cover the top, thunder is like a dragon, and lightning flashes descend from the sky. In this thunder prison that is like a world-shattering power, a small figure fled out in a panic.

Call ~

Sun Wukong's hair was scorched all over his body, and the monkey's face was full of fear.

I thought the mountain monsters were nothing to worry about, but who would have thought that this bear spirit would be so powerful, and the thunderbolts struck his body, even though he had an indestructible body, he was beaten to the point of beard, and the pain was unbearable.

Sun Wukong is not a monster who likes to be brave, seeing that he is not the opponent of Xiong Jing, he does not stop too much, and immediately performs somersaults to find rescuers.

Clouds and smoke flew across the sky, and the monkey flew to Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

Lu Xian naturally knew who the rescuer Sun Wukong wanted to call.

He called out the attribute panel and focused his eyes on the wish power.

【Wish Power: 109 billion】

It took two months, and the tens of billions of willing power accumulated, I don't know how far a single supernatural power can be smashed.seven.

Chapter 132 Supernatural Power Level Max

Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

As soon as Sun Wukong lowered his cloud head, he immediately saw a Dharma protector coming to meet him. The monkey remembered that this person was called Mu Zha, who seemed to be the second brother of the third prince of Nezha.

"If the Great Sage isn't going to accompany Tang Sanzang to learn scriptures in the West, how can he have time to come to Mount Luojia?"

Mu Zha saluted and smiled, and Sun Wukong waved his hands unluckily when he heard the words, and poured out his recent troubles to him.

"Not much to say, where is the Bodhisattva?"

"The Bodhisattva is explaining the Dharma by the Puhua Pond."

Obtained by Mu Zha, Sun Wukong paced for a while, walked through the purple bamboo forest along the white stone path, and suddenly saw a pond full of spirits. There were golden carps in the pond to absorb water, and the roots of the lotus were clean, with a pleasant fragrance.

A woman in white is sitting on a lotus platform in a pond. She holds a pure jade bottle in her left hand and a vow seal in her right hand. Her face is like a bright moon, and there is a look of compassion between her brows. She is gentle and elegant, yet holy and noble. She...he is exactly Guanyin!

"That's all for today, everyone go down!"

Avalokitesvara suddenly stopped speaking.

All the bhikkhus, arhats, and walkers under his seat "eight eight three" bowed their heads in agreement, saluted him respectfully, and then retreated one by one.

After the monks left, Monkey King jumped out scratching his ears and cheeks.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva spoke softly and kindly, "You monkey-headed visitor suddenly, you must be in trouble, right?"

"Don't mention it, my old grandson escorted the monk to the west to learn scriptures, but he met a bear spirit in Heifeng Mountain..." Monkey King jumped onto the stone table, biting the fairy fruit, and narrated what happened.

Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva still has that gentle smile and gentle appearance, because everything is under her control. The black bear spirit was born with a different species, with tyrannical abilities, and he is on the same level as Sun Wukong.

But listening to Monkey's words...why do you feel that this black bear spirit is much more powerful than expected?

But it doesn't matter, the black bear spirit has a predestined relationship with Buddhism, and it's a good thing that this demon is stronger.

"Let me go with you!"