The Monkey King

   Time passed by minute by minute, night by day, it was so long, so long it was so heart-wrenching.

   The battle continued until dawn.

   Still standing by the window, watching the movement outside through the gap, Yuezhao gradually became a little nervous: "Isn't it okay? How long will it take?"

   "It's not half finished yet..." Yang Chan sighed deeply: "His spiritual power is too much, he has to release all of it first, and then accumulate it again to complete the tempering of the body."

   An ordinary enlightened person, Dauna's God Realm, breaks through to the Refining God Realm, even if there is no medicine pill to cooperate, it will only take one or two hours at most. If it is the Way of the Practitioner, it will be much more troublesome, at least six or seven hours.

  When the time is so long, there is a certain risk. Once the process is forcibly interrupted due to fainting, it will attract external forces to reverse erosion, which is a matter of death or disability.

   There are not no cultivators who fell during the process of breaking through to the realm of Daona, the realm of spiritual refinement.

   According to the strength of the monkey’s spiritual power, if no drugs are used, this process will take at least hundreds of hours…

   This is an extremely scary number.

   Therefore, the monkey must use a special medicine pill just like Yang Jian back then to successfully complete the breakthrough.

  This is really extraordinary pain, in exchange for extraordinary power.

   And the use of drugs to shorten the time is generally something that only enlightened people will consider, and it is also a tasteless method in itself.

   Because that does not reduce the risk, on the contrary, it increases the risk.

  Although the time has been shortened, the process is still the same. The more turbulent spiritual power is released, which brings nothing more than a more terrifying mental tear.

   That requires a stronger will to fight.

   Yang Chan doesn't know if the monkey has the willpower to overcome all this.

   But what else can be done? In the current situation, where does the monkey find hundreds of hours to break through safely?

   Is this monkey always willing to choose this way?

  Thinking, she couldn't help but smile.

  Time passed by a little bit, and it was noon in the blink of an eye. The two outside the door had already woken up, and Yuechao, pretending to be a monkey, repelled the two demon servant's inquiries.

   At this time, the process of releasing the monkey's spiritual power has been completed, and now it is the re-accumulation of spiritual power. In this process, the tempering of the flesh will be completed.

  Different from the release of spiritual power, the release of spiritual power is to tear the mind, while the recovery of spiritual power is completely torturing the body.

  The body absorbs the spiritual energy as if it were collapsing... This is a concept that is hard for anyone to imagine.

   Every inch of skin absorbs the surrounding aura like a sponge. These auras are poured into the body and must be converted into spiritual power through the operation of the meridians.

  If you put it into normal, this is just a normal process, but now…

   It is impossible for anyone to withstand such a strong aura absorption, because it is impossible for anyone to have such a broad meridian.

   Soon, a terrifying scene appeared in front of Yang Chan.

  I saw that pair of bloodshot eyes staring as big as copper bells, and blood was bubbling from every pore all over the body!

   "This is..." Yue Chao was too shocked to speak.

  The blood oozes from the pores, condenses on the fluff, and drips.

   All over his body, every inch of meridians was facing a violent impact.

The    hands were already fastened into the wooden planks of the couch, trembling.

   He frantically bit the steel dagger in his mouth.

   Right in front of the two of them, those sharp teeth sank into the steel little by little.

   At this time, he had regained his original strength. He wanted to struggle and scream, but he couldn't.

  Once the action is too big, it will arouse suspicion, and everything must be carried out quietly, otherwise he will lose the last hole card.

   The instinct to vent was intertwined with the perseverance of the will, and finally turned into a shivering body. The drop of blood was forced to only seep out of the pores and drip onto the couch.

   This horrifying scene was not even expected by Yang Chan.

   He used a more extreme breakthrough method than Yang Jian...

   At this moment, a series of neat footsteps came slowly with the rubbing of armor.

   "General, general?"

   "Here! Here! What's going on?" Yue Zhao replied in a panic.

   "General, someone has arrived in the palace. Your Majesty wants the general to enter the palace immediately."

   I am really afraid of what will come.

  Yuechao turned to look at the monkey.

  The monkey at this time is already soaked in a pool of blood, how can he go to see the evil Jiao in this situation.

   And with the evil Jiao's cultivation base, it is easy to see through the disguise of the Moon Dynasty at close range.

   "What should I do?" He lip-slapped Yang Chan in a panic.

   "Say you're not feeling well!"

  Yuechao quickly calmed down, raised his head and said in a monkey voice, "I trouble the messenger to report to Your Majesty, I'm not feeling well today...I'm afraid I can't do it...cough cough...I can't enter the palace."

   I just heard a yin and yang voice coming from outside the door: "I said, General of the chariots, how long has it been since the canonization, and then began to put on airs?"

   "I dare not...cough, sir, I'm really uncomfortable today..."

   "Who doesn't know that your cavalry general is highly skilled in martial arts, and you can recover from such a serious injury in just a few days. Now that you tell your subordinates that your body is ill, isn't this deliberately embarrassing your subordinates?"

   Before he could say that, he heard hurried footsteps outside the door.

   Before waiting for the accompanying demon soldier to hit the door, he saw that the door opened a crack.

The monkey transformed into the Moon Dynasty was wearing a nightgown, and squeezed out from the crack of the door with a pale face, then turned around to close the door, and cupped his hands: "I'm really sorry to trouble the messenger for running in vain, it's just... It's just that my servant is really sick. ."

  The messenger seemed to be keenly aware of something, his eyes slid to the door, and he immediately took a big step to enter the door.

   Yuechao hurriedly reached out to stop him.

The messenger looked at Yuechao with a smile but not a smile, and said, "I've come all the way, since the general of the chariot and cavalry is in bad health, but he didn't invite the old slave in for a cup of tea. This is the way of hospitality. Not too…”

  Yuechao smiled embarrassedly and said, "I really don't have any good tea. If I take out some ordinary tea leaves, I'm afraid it will spoil the messenger's appetite."

   Having said that, Yuechao turned around and opened his mouth to the demon servant in the mansion, but suddenly realized that he couldn't pronounce his name at all, so he could only point at him.

   "Me?" The demon servant bowed respectfully.

   "Yes, you. Go to the warehouse to get some gold essence."

   "Oh! Obey!" The demon servant hurriedly bowed and ran away.

   Hearing that there was a golden essence, the messenger's face immediately lit up with a smile.

   pulled for a while, and finally gave the messenger twenty gold spirits before sending him away. When he was about to leave, the messenger held Yue Chao's hand with a look of late meeting.

  Twenty golden essences, according to the monkey's salary, it would also take two months, can he be unhappy?

   After the messenger left, Yuechao opened a gap in the door and let a smoke slip in.

   "Huh... I'm finally leaving." He wiped his cold sweat and said, "It's true that money can make a ghost run the mill."

   "Don't be so happy so early." Yang Chan, who was sitting on the side, looked at the monkey who was still struggling and said coldly, "The messenger is easy to kill, but the evil Jiao, it is not so easy."

  …

   "What? You said he was sick?" The corners of the evil Jiao's mouth rose slightly, thoughtfully.

   The messenger who was kneeling beside him kowtowed: "Report to Your Majesty, the general of the chariot and cavalry is really sick. The old slave saw his face and looked very sick..."

   Before he could finish speaking, the evil Jiao grabbed the collar and lifted it up from the ground. A hand instantly reached into his sleeve and took out a small bag.

   "What is this? When I went there, I didn't seem to have this in my pocket, right?"

   The messenger's face turned pale.

  Evil Jiao pushed him to the ground, and threw the bag containing twenty golden essences on his face: "I'm really sick, why should I give you money? This idiot, what's the use of keeping you?"

   "Your Majesty... Your Majesty spare your life!"

   "Someone! Pull it down and behead it!"

   "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! The old slave is wrong! Your Majesty spare your life!"

   After the two demon soldiers dragged the messenger away from the hall, Jin Zhi, who had been standing by the side, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty thinks he is cheating?"

   "I'll tell you if I'm cheating or not!"

   After saying that, Evil Jiao turned around and flicked his sleeve, and a gust of wind blew up and flew out of the hall in an instant.

   In a twinkling of an eye, he had already arrived at the General’s Mansion.

  This city is not very big, and all the demon servants are rewarded by the evil dragons, so they naturally recognize the evil dragons.

   Seeing this Flood Demon King approaching aggressively, one by one immediately knelt on the ground and did not dare to make a sound.

  Diameter strode into the General's Mansion, the evil Jiao came to the door of the monkey's room and reached out to knock on the door...

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