The old man looked at Sun Wukong with no sorrow or joy, no ruthlessness or desire.

"Undead people."

Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel tightly: "No, you are different from them."

The old man had anklets under his feet, and he was an immortal, but unlike the immortal, he did not have that dead aura.

Sun Wukong could not feel any breath in him.

"Who are you?"

Sun Wukong asked.

The old man did not answer, but looked at the dark air everywhere.

"This kind of filth should be purified."

He stretched out his hand.

The palm is empty and there is nothing.

But Sun Wukong discovered that the world suddenly became silent.

The sound of black gas burning and the sound of distorted space suddenly stopped.

Everything in the space is frozen.

"What kind of spell is this?"

Sun Wukong was shocked. He didn't feel any spell fluctuations, and he didn't know what the old man was going to do!

The next moment, without waiting for Sun Wukong to react, the black air in the sky seemed to be grabbed and pierced into the old man's palm.

At the same time, a huge force surged from behind Sun Wukong and pushed him towards the old man's palm.

Sun Wukong quickly threw the golden cudgel in his hand forward.

The sky above his head was getting closer and closer, and his figure was constantly becoming huge.

But Sun Wukong knew that this was not his problem.

"Golden Cudgel!"

Sun Wukong firmly grasped the golden cudgel, which grew rapidly with his wishes. In the blink of an eye, he didn't know that it had grown by tens of thousands of meters, piercing the shrinking world through.

Yes, this world is shrinking.

The sky and the earth carried endless black air for several miles and began to shrink rapidly into the old man's hands.

Soon, it was reduced to the size of a palm, and then hidden into the old man's palm and turned into a glass ball that emits black gas.

Such a vast world has actually been turned into a glass ball.

Sun Wukong was shocked.

The old man looked at the glass beads on his hand and pinched them hard once, but found that he could not pinch them.

“It still has obsession.”

The old man looked at Sun Wukong. There was a black gas connected to Sun Wukong in the glass bead.

"Sun Wukong."

The old man called out Sun Wukong's name and asked, "Do you want this power?"

Sun Wukong was in a flash.

Who is he? What does he want to do?

The old man took a step towards Sun Wukong, and in just one step, he suddenly appeared in front of him.

"So fast!"

Sun Wukong was shocked, and the golden cudgel bombarded forward, enough to crush the world!

However, the old man pulled his right hand and suddenly opened the space and entered nothingness.

Sun Wukong took a slap and passed through his body without any impact.

"This guy is weird!"

Sun Wukong wanted to retreat, but his body was one step slower.

The old man held up his left hand and put the glass bead into Sun Wukong's body.

"I will return the things you lead to you."

After the old man finished speaking, he went thousands of miles away.

He looked at Sun Wukong, and the black air swept across Sun Wukong's body like a storm, dyeing him into endless ink.

The huge curse and pain stirred in Sun Wukong's body, causing his body to shatter quickly, breaking opener and opening up, and the bones could be seen.

Can't stand it anymore.

The old man thought, now, all the filth is on Sun Wukong alone.

That body could not withstand the strangulation of karma.

If this continues, the result will be only ashes.

The old man waved his hand and turned into a pitch-black coffin in mid-air.

boom--

The coffin in front of him shattered, and the broken debris streaked across the back of his hand.

The old man looked over and saw a slender black iron rod stopping at the place where the coffin was, as if it had never moved.

"Are you not dead yet?"

He raised his head and saw Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes in the dark fire.

His pupils were no longer flames, and endless black swallowed his golden eyes.

"Who are you?"

Sun Wukong said, his body was as broken as if he was whipped by countless whips, and countless wounds were bleeding.

The blood will not dry up, overflow from the wound, flow through the broken body, and then turn into black air and evaporate.

"Turn karma for your own use?"

The old man saw through Sun Wukong's current situation at a glance: "You can actually stay awake, which is amazing."

"Who are you?"

Sun Wukong asked again: "What is your relationship with the Venerable?"

He raised the iron rod in his hand, and blood flowed along the rod of the golden cudgel, and then dripped.

The nine divine rings unfolded one after another behind him. They were the power of Jiu. The power that did not belong to Sun Wukong was now blooming behind him in a dark posture.

clang--

A bloody anklet appeared under Sun Wukong's feet.

The iron chain was tied to his feet, and the two were inseparable, and as if they were one.

That's a curse.

The old man looked at this scene without any fluctuations on his face.

"I am an immortal."

The old man replied: "The immortal people who are loyal to the Lord."

He is different from those undead people.

He knows everything and sees everything.

He has never lived in the past and has no memory of Hongmeng.

He is the Venerable's left hand and the Venerable's guardian god.

"I purify the path for the Venerable."

The old man said, "The Lord is coming here, I will not let you dirty his hands."

Killing intention appeared in his heart.

Before the Venerable arrives, Sun Wukong must die here.
Chapter completed!