Chapter 142 Why did Old Sun fight with coincidence?
Sun Wukong just watched the excitement and didn't pay much attention to it.

Being used to lying down, Sun Wukong didn't want to get involved in any minor fights.

What's more.

Sun Wukong really thought that if he blew it in one breath, he could kill thirty or fifty of them, so there was no need to pay any attention to them.

It was just a coincidence, and Sun Wukong didn't take it seriously.

Keep flying!

He flew away for who knows how many tens of thousands of miles.

Suddenly, he was swept down by a gust of gale from the sky. When Sun Wukong tried to dodge subconsciously, a figure and a sharp spear fell from the sky.

As for the human figure, Sun Wukong didn't see it from a distance, but the sharp spear happened to be blown by the strong wind and fell straight on Sun Wukong's head.

Look like that.

I want to insert Sun Wukong from head to tail and make a monkey candied haws!
"go!!"

With a sudden wave of his robe sleeve, the magic spear was instantly blasted away, but Sun Wukong didn't care too much.

After all, it’s not the first time that the Heavenly Court has been throwing people and things into the Earthly Immortal World. Marshal Tianpeng was thrown down from the Heavenly Court in the same way.

It was just a coincidence.

But before long, a bunch of arrows came from nowhere and flew towards Sun Wukong's body, as if trying to turn him into a hedgehog.

When he opened his eyes, he saw that there was a group of disciples from an immortal sect competing in martial arts and teaching each other skills among the sacred mountains below.

One of the young cultivators was holding a precious bow, and was continuously shooting various flying arrows...

Seems like a coincidence?!
"No, no, if this is right, then hell."

"One coincidence is fine, two is also understandable, but three... how can I explain it! How can there be so many coincidences? What's wrong with Old Sun?"

"I'm always the unlucky one."

Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on top of the clouds, scratching his ears and cheeks for a while. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something and his whole body became unwell.

It was not anything else, but Sun Wukong was thinking about luck!
Sun Wukong had never encountered such coincidences before. But after he went to the nameless low mountain and got the Chaos Bell, all kinds of coincidences happened along the way.

In the meantime.

There was one and only one thing that happened: Donghuang Taiyi sent nine drops of Golden Crow's blood into Sun Wukong's body!

"So, it's because of the cause and effect of the Golden Crow, and because Old Sun's luck has been suppressed. However, these coincidences are a bit too trivial, right?"

"What kind of fairy treasures and magic treasures? They don't seem to have much effect on me, Sun?"

Today's Sun Wukong has already reached the ninth level of Xuan Gong. Even if he has not yet reached the ninth level, his current level of Daluo cultivation is definitely not something that can be easily broken by any magic weapon.

Even if Sun Wukong stood here and shot arrows with any magic weapon, not a single monkey hair would fall off.

The Nine Revolutions Profound Art is meant to strengthen the body.

Even after 50% of the fold, even the acquired spiritual treasures below the upper grade cannot hurt him.

"Since you can't hurt me, why are you waiting for such a coincidence?"

"Or is it because of the two spiritual treasures on Old Sun's head, or because the God-killing Spear is the ultimate treasure of the Way of Killing?!"

Suddenly something occurred to me.

Sun Wukong originally thought that after putting away the God-killing Spear, he would try again with the Star Lamp.

But then I thought, I am now shining like a bright lamp in the dark night, and there are countless gods and Buddhas in the sky, all coveting me. Since I have just obtained the Chaos Bell, it is better to be safe.

It’s just a coincidence!

Just ignore it.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong continued his journey back to Wuzhuang Temple.

Along the way, Sun Wukong encountered seventeen "coincidences", and twice they were even the Golden Immortal and Taiyi discussing the Dao and fighting each other.

If it was Sun Wukong who had not yet reached the Golden Immortal realm, it would be difficult for him to hide under such a coincidence. Moreover, if Sun Wukong cared about these coincidences.

There must have been tens of thousands of demons, ghosts, gods and immortals who died under his golden cudgel along the way!

Just thinking about it makes Sun Wukong feel depressed.

"Finally I'm back. I'd better stay at Wuzhuang Temple."

Finally seeing the shadow of Wanshou Mountain again, Sun Wukong couldn't help but let out a long sigh. He was just thinking about descending from the clouds to appreciate the fairy-like scenery of Wanshou Mountain and dispel the haze in his heart.

Suddenly, another Sun Wukong appeared from nowhere!

Exactly the same Monkey King!
Before Sun Wukong could even open his mouth, the monkey raised his hands and a mysterious light fell, completely trapping Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong! You finally show up."

Looking at the monkey in front of him who was carrying a stick, scratching his ears and cheeks, staring at him with red eyes and baring teeth, Sun Wukong felt really depressed.

Needless to say, the monkey in front of him was the six-eared macaque who had been waiting for him for more than ten years around Wanshou Mountain.

originally.

The six-eared macaque didn't know that Sun Wukong had left the Wuzhuang Temple, and he didn't know that Sun Wukong had returned to the Wuzhuang Temple.

But the words that Sun Wukong said when he saw the shadow of Wanshou Mountain were heard by the Six-Eared Macaque, and he suddenly realized that the person he was waiting for was right in front of him.

Then he suddenly rushed out and scattered the confining magic light that he had prepared for who knows how long to his left and right of Sun Wukong.

Be careful to prevent Sun Wukong from escaping.

"This is fate?!"

Sun Wukong sighed softly, looked at the "self" in front of him, and said helplessly:

"I've been in a bad mood recently. How about you just pretend you haven't seen me? It will save me from getting hurt, and it will also save you from committing suicide."

There had been coincidences along the way, and now he met the Six-Eared Macaque. Sun Wukong had no time to care about whether it was a coincidence or not.

He really wanted to clear his mind.

"Hehe, Sun Wukong, you have a good idea. I am waiting for you here like crazy. I have been waiting for you and you didn't come. I almost want to overturn the Wanshou Mountain to find you. I am so anxious that my ears are smoking."

"I finally got you. You still want to leave... Look!!"

Whether to fight or not is not up to Sun Wukong.

Since the Six-Eared Macaque was persuaded by the Old Man of the Styx, it was impossible for him to let Sun Wukong go so easily.

With a "Hey Ya" sound, he pulled out the iron soldier on his shoulder and smashed it down on Sun Wukong's big monkey head with a stick.

The wind was howling and a flash of inspiration came.

As the six-eared macaque smashed down with his stick, the wind around him became violent, and there was an extremely violent force that covered an area of ​​ten acres in all directions.

If this stick hits something, even a thousand-foot-high mountain will be broken into two pieces.

"roll roll roll!!"

"I've given you face, get out of here."

It seems like no one has a stick in his hand!

In an instant, Sun Wukong took out the golden cudgel from his ear, and with a thought, countless magic powers and Daluo Dao were added to it.

Before the Sui Xin iron soldier could completely fall, the golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand had already transformed into three or five rays of light, which hit the iron soldier and the six-eared macaque one by one.

Extremely fast and extremely violent!

The Sun Wukong today is not the same Sun Wukong from three or five years ago.

With the achievement of Daluo, not only has the level of cultivation improved qualitatively, but even the magic power, spells and supernatural powers have become much more profound.

(End of this chapter)