"Die, dead?"

Taibai Jinxing was completely stunned.

"Erlang Shen... Yang Jian... actually... died like this?"

Suddenly.

Taibai Venus looked moved.

His eyes stared at Yang Jian's remaining body, and the fine sand turned into the ground.

The cold wind blows, and the fine sand rotates in the wind.

Gradually.

A faint divine light rose from the ashes.

In an instant.

Time is like going backwards.

A little bit of flesh and blood, bones are reshaped in the void, creating a human form.

final.

The flesh and blood are full, and the illusion turns into reality.

Infinite power gathers together.

A man with a majestic weapon, holding a three-pointed two-edged gun, and a temperament that is not allowed to enter.

"The soul will last forever and will never be destroyed!" Taibai Jinxing exclaimed.

Some rumors that happened in the past suddenly came to my mind.

Erlang Shen Yang Jian, who has inherited from ancient times, has great supernatural powers.

His extraordinary abilities include eight or nine mysterious skills, golden light in the earth, magical world, seventy-two transformations, fog and clouds, souls leaving the body, etc., and other magical powers.

Among them, the eight or nine mysterious magical skills are all-encompassing and contain all kinds of magical powers and magic.

It can also refine one's three souls and seven spirits, and return to one's nine transformations. From then on, the golden elixir will last forever and become a great way. The soul will gather and disperse, and the body of the merit will not be destroyed forever.

I never thought that today, I could actually see this mysterious scene with my own eyes!

At this time.

A cold gaze came.

Taibai Jinxing trembled all over and hurried forward to greet him: "Taibai Jinxing, I have seen Erlang Zhenjun."

"Star Lord is polite."

Erlang Shen said lightly, but his eyes looked towards the direction where Sun Fan was moving away in the sky, with infinite emotion.

"It's been five hundred years."

He murmured in disbelief:

"Five hundred years ago, Sun Wukong sacrificed his life and killed me 120,000...9599 times. Only once was there, I could never be able to rebirth."

"Five hundred years later, the Great Sage of Monkey King has passed away. But I didn't expect that there would be someone in these three realms who could kill him again..."

"What a pity, what a pity..."

Erlang Shen looked at the horizon and asked as if murmuring: "Is it worth it?"

No one can answer his words.

"Gudu~"

Taibai Jinxing, who was beside him, subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

His eyes were filled with horror.

Twelve9,599?

Just one time, wouldn’t it be enough to reach one yuan?

It turns out... Erlang Shen's limit is to die 129,600 times?

Why did he say it so easily? He was not afraid of his declaration?

Could it be that no one in these three realms can kill him so many times?

After a while.

Silent.

Taibai Jinxing finally couldn't help but speak: "Erlang Zhenjun, the Demon Monkey King has been away for a long time, and I'm still chasing him..."

"Um?"

Erlang Shen turned his head and looked at him coldly.

Taibai Jinxing subconsciously shrank his neck, and felt that his whole body was cold and he did not dare to move.

"A certain family said that if she could kill me once, she would leave." Erlang Shen said coldly: "Why shouldn't Jin Xing come here to invite me back to the Heavenly Court?"

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Taibai Jinxing hurriedly reached out and said, "True Lord, please."

"snort."

Erlang Shen waved his hand and his body turned into a ray of golden light and disappeared into the sky in an instant.

Taibai Jinxing took a deep look at the direction where Sun Fan disappeared, sighed regretfully, and then turned around and left.

...

The extreme north of Xiniu Hezhou.

Snow.

Endless snowflakes float in the sky like goose feathers, blowing down the earth with the wind.

A figure was flying quietly in the heavy snow, but its speed was getting slower and slower.

A broken gray-white robe covered the sleeping Sun Fan and flew in an unknown direction with him...

Until exhausted.

Sun Fan's figure gently fell on the snow-covered earth.

His figure shook slightly, as if he felt a little cold, and subconsciously hugged the thin clothes covering his body.

The gray robe fell into his arms, and the left sleeve was raised, as if an invisible person was gently stroked to Sun Fan's cheek, but fell down halfway... weakly.

silence.

silent.

The gray robe is as corroded by the power of time, and it is mottled and old.

Foreshadowed.

The messenger of bones disappeared completely from this world.

The heavy snow covered Sun Fan's body and also covered the breath of his body.

He just kept sleeping~~Sleeping~~~

It seemed that I had only been sleeping for a day.

I seemed to have been sleeping for a full month, or maybe it was a year... a lifetime...

When I wake up again, things have changed.

"Huh? Where am I..."

Sun Fan blinked.

There was a vast white area in front of me.

Soon after his consciousness recovered, his body shook and he immediately sat up from the snow.

Among the snowflakes in the sky.

A mottled and old gray-white robe fell from the sky.

Sun Fan subconsciously caught it.

"Isn't this... Bai Xiaogu's clothes?"

"she……"

In the snow, a monkey suddenly covered his chest.

He suddenly felt a hint of inexplicable pain.

"What a strange feeling..."

"Is...she... dead again?"
To be continued...