MTL - The Monkey King-Chapter 32

  The monkey struggled desperately. But in the face of invisible, invisible, absolute power, no matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of it.

   When he was slammed to the ground, dozens of Taoist disciples who had just arrived and didn't know the depths of them rushed up and surrounded him. On the contrary, the two cultivators in the Divine Realm were hesitant and never dared to go forward.

   The torches held high, the light of the fire illuminated the surroundings brightly.

   "Fight! Beat to death!" someone shouted.

   A heavy blow hit him on the chest, a stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the monkey was knocked to the ground in an instant, but still reluctantly wanted to get up.

   stepped on his back and pressed him down. Immediately afterwards, there were countless tramplings, beatings, and unbearable cursing. Those Taoists fiercely vented the anger in their hearts.

   But every time he hits, it only hits the monkey, not his heart.

   "Not even the water in that waterfall! Hahahaha." he thought.

   He is weak, and he is extremely powerful, no one can knock him down!

   During this period of time, he had internal injuries left over from his practice in order to break through to the divine realm, and the monkey itself was not in the best condition. At the moment, his physical strength is almost exhausted, his fists are invincible to four hands, and there is also the power of unknown origin that is always under control.

   Even in the face of these Daoist disciples whose cultivation is only in the contemplative state, at this time, he is completely beaten, and he can't even struggle.

   "Who is it?" Yang Chan's eyes began to search in the dark, but she couldn't find the hidden cheater no matter what. It was certain that the strength of the visitor was so strong that she could not reach her neck.

   Just as these Daoists were fighting hard, several yellow runes fell from the sky and exploded above the heads of the Daoists, sending out a large amount of yellow smoke that enveloped everyone!

   In the panic, the Taoists scattered, but they still surrounded the area shrouded in yellow smoke to prevent the monkeys from running away.

  The two cultivators in the Divine Realm also widened their eyes vigilantly, not letting go of any clues.

   A breeze blew past, blowing away the yellow smoke.

   A charming little face, holding a wooden sword in one hand, a steel whip in the other, and a black Taoist robe dancing in the wind.

   A pair of clear, glass-like eyes, with tears in their eyes, glared at everyone resolutely.

   She put on a fighting stance, and stood in front of the monkey, in contrast to her weakness in the past.

   “Wind Chimes…”

  The monkey lay on the ground covered in blood, but still opened his eyes stubbornly.

   Hearing the monkey's voice, a tear could not stop falling from the corner of her eye.

   She gritted her teeth and stared at the people who surrounded them, but did not dare to look back at the monkey. It was as if she would collapse with just one glance.

   pointed at the scar face with the wooden sword, then turned to the one-eyed dragon, and then, pointed at other people, she didn't even know who to point to in the panic.

  The wind chimes cried out: "Stop! Stop it now! Stop it all for me!"

   "Is it a wind chime? She just used a Taoist talisman?"

   "How is this possible? When did she reach the divine realm? Could it be that she also practiced the Way of the Practitioner?"

   There is a vague discussion of the Tao among the Taoists.

  Scarface just covered the wound on his forearm and remained silent, while the one-eyed dragon took a step forward and said, "Junior Sister Fengchi, this has nothing to do with you, get out of the way!"

   "Don't let it!" The wind chimes shouted, spread out his hands, blocked the one-eyed dragon and monkey with his petite body, and looked around stubbornly: "No one is allowed to hurt him!"

   "Get out of the way..." The monkey smiled helplessly: "These two are sent by Dan Tongzi, they won't be as afraid of you as the Taoist disciples in the temple."

   "Don't let it!" Feng Chi turned her face sideways and cried, biting her lip, her tears fell like a dyke, but she never took a step back.

   She was really frightened, very frightened, very frightened, she was shivering with fear. Everyone in the Taoist temple knows that wind chimes are timid.

   But she just doesn't want to retire, doesn't want to retire, doesn't want to retire!

  The one-eyed dragon reluctantly shook his head, reached out his hand and summoned the machete stuck on the rock beside him, pointed at the wind chime and said coldly, "Don't let me go, don't blame me for being rude!"

  The wind chimes gritted their teeth and directly raised the steel whip and threw it out.

  A spiritual force flew out along the trajectory of the steel whip, hitting the grass in front of the one-eyed dragon, leaving a shallow scratch.

   That power is almost negligible, however, this is the answer.

   "You!" The one-eyed dragon hesitated.

   The two sides were just facing each other, and neither would give in.

   At this moment, a voice sounded.

   "Hehehe, wind chimes, if you are injured, I can't explain it to the senior brother."

   Looking in the direction of the voice, everyone realized that Dan Tongzi had been standing on the top of a tree not far away. The branches on the tiptoes are only the thickness of a finger.

  The breeze caressed his fiery red sleeves, and he stood so tall, looking down, like a **** looking down at all beings.

   stretched out his hand, his five fingers moved slightly, the five-colored rings on each of the five fingers flickered, and a force quickly grabbed the arms of the wind chime, as if the monkey was facing it just now. No matter how hard you struggle, you can't get rid of it.

  The wind chime was picked up by the air and carried to the side.

   "Uncle Dantong! You can't do this! He is your junior brother! He is your junior brother!" Fengling cried out loudly.

   "It's too noisy." Dan Tongzi hooked his fingertips, and a force quickly covered the mouth of the wind chime, as if it was covered, leaving only the whining sound.

  Dantongzi suddenly realized and seemed to smile to everyone: "Hey, don't just look at me, what should I do?"

   That smile made Cyclops and Scarface shudder, and hurriedly turned to the monkey.

   However, the moment he faced the monkey, he broke out in a cold sweat.

What    had on his blood-stained face was an unbelievable calm, not even an expression of pain.

   He struggled to stand up, covered in injuries, and every movement brought severe pain, but he still stood up stubbornly, facing the one-eyed dragon and the scar face, and facing the Taoist disciples.

   Looking at the wind chimes, the monkey smiled.

   That smile made Feng Chi’s heart hurt to the extreme.

  Why stand up, why? As long as you fall down, as long as you admit defeat, maybe...

The    wind chime couldn't make a sound, so he could only watch the monkey with wide eyes in horror as the monkey moved forward step by step with difficulty, struggling in vain with his hands and feet in the air, and tears fell drop by drop.

   stretched out his left hand towards Scarface and the one-eyed dragon, and the monkey sneered: "Come on, do you dare to fight me one-on-one? Wouldn't you be afraid? Hahahaha."

   He looked around at the crowd and laughed wildly, laughter sadly.

   At that moment, the whole world was so silent as if he was the only one left.

   In that weird laughter, the two Daoist disciples in the Divine Realm didn't even dare to breathe. They could only watch the monkeys laugh, laugh, laugh wildly, until the laughter turned into a violent cough.

   They are afraid, but what are they afraid of?

   Even they themselves can't tell.

   Even if the monkeys made such a suicidal act, they still did not dare to take a step forward.

   "You...you only ask for mercy, as long as we admit defeat..."

   "Fuck you!" The monkey grinned and roared, his hysterical voice echoing in the mountains.

   "Come when you have the seeds! Hahahaha, why are you talking so much? Come on! Beat me to death!"

   On the cold autumn night, the panting breath turned into a faint mist in front of my eyes.

  Blood loss, scars, overdrawn spiritual power, old wounds, new illnesses, this one in front of me is nothing but a vulnerable body supported by the will.

   However, even so, the encirclement that should have shrunk expanded instead, and everyone instinctively took a step back.

   Fear has spread.

   Yang Chan, who was hiding in the grass, opened her mouth slightly, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't find a word to describe the monkey in front of her.

   What kind of stubbornness, what kind of obsession, can support such a body?

   Once upon a time, she felt that her brother was the strongest person in the world, supporting the army against the sky by himself. But this monkey...

   Yang Chan felt an indescribable and bitter feeling in her heart.

   In a trance, she seemed to see again a young man who stretched out his hand to wipe away his tears in Jinxia Cave thousands of years ago, was covered in injuries but was unwilling to give up. He was clearly weak, but no one was stronger than him.

   "Why stand up? It's so stupid, these people, so stupid. Hahahaha." She laughed and burst into tears.

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