East Victory Divine Continent, Aolai Country.
Flowerfruit Mountain, Water Curtain Cave.
A group of monkeys carried precious fruits and raised red flags. They beat gongs and drums left and right. They did not look like monkeys at all. They looked more like a well-mannered wealthy family.
"Grandpa Monkey, is the legend of the Monkey King true?”
A young monkey asked a monkey beside him who was so old that his fur was about to fall off. This was the oldest person in the clan.
He had heard the legend of the Monkey King since he was young, but he had never seen the legendary monkey.
If Grandpa Monkey said that it didn't exist, then no one would think that the Monkey King existed.
"Of course it's true. When I was young, I once saw the Monkey King.”
Grandpa Monkey was Hou Si.
When he heard that another clansman was doubting him, he explained excitedly. The Monkey King's cultivation base was heaven-defying. A single nap could cause the death of several generations of monkeys.
It had been more than a hundred years since the last time the Monkey King appeared.
The monkeys who had seen the Monkey King's spirit last time were all dead. Only he had eaten a strange fruit in the past and extended his lifespan by several decades. Otherwise, he would have died.
"Then our monkey group will be able to survive this crisis.”
"That's great."
After the young monkey heard this, he was very happy. This time, their monkey group really encountered the danger of extinction.
From the bulls in the north, an ox demon who had cultivated successfully walked out. His entire body had a bronze head and iron arms. He beat them back step by step. He wanted to seize the foundation of the Flowerfruit Mountain and make them get lost.
Many warriors of the Monkey Clan had already died at the hands of the ox demons, killing them until they were powerless to resist.
If…
If the legend of the Monkey King was true, then they would not have to worry about an ox demon.
It was rumored that the Monkey King was born with the majesty of a king. His eyes were like divine lightning, and he could reach the netherworld. He was immortal and could travel in the Great Void for hundreds of years.
"Monkey King, oh Monkey King, the previous acting Monkey King had given me the burden of developing the monkey clan, but I was useless. Now that the monkey clan is in danger of being wiped out, only you can solve it.”
Hou Si knelt down towards the cave. The entire monkey group knelt down, and the surroundings became solemn.
In reality, Hou Si was not confident either. He was not afraid that the Monkey King would die of old age. It was a divine item born from heaven and earth, and would definitely not worry about life and death.
However, he was afraid that the monkey king would run out of boredom once it was no longer around. If that happened, their monkey group would really be finished.
"Monkey King, please come out of the mountain."
"Monkey King, please come out of the mountain."
……
One monkey after another was calling out loudly. To them, the Monkey King was not only a legend, but also a life-saving hope.
"Hahaha, you stupid monkeys are still pinning your hopes on a fictional existence.”
Suddenly, the Flowerfruit Mountain shook.
The defensive line of the monkeys was broken through. An ox demon charged over with large strides. His fangs were ferocious, and there were wolves, tigers, and leopards behind him. He looked like the overlord of the mountain.
Bull Demon had coveted Flowerfruit Mountain for a long time, after asking around, he found out that this race was not strong, they could only occupy this blessed land for a few years and set up a defense line, only then did they continue to reproduce.
Grotto-heavens and blessed lands are places where capable people live.
He was that capable person. If he valued it, he would just snatch it.
As for the Monkey King?
No other race believed in him anymore. They only treated him as a god made up by the monkeys. Only those stupid monkeys did not doubt the legend of the Monkey King.
"You dare to behave atrociously in the place where the Monkey King lives in seclusion.”
In front of the mountain cave where the Monkey King lived in seclusion, Hou Si felt an inexplicable sense of holiness in his heart. He did not allow outsiders to humiliate him. Even when facing Devilox, who could decide his life and death, he still had to loudly berate him.
"Hahaha, old thing, you're tired of living.”
Devilox was very surprised. This old monkey in front of him, who was so old that his fur was about to fall off, was actually not afraid of him. He was very bold.
However, monkeys were monkeys. The higher they jumped, the more miserable they would fall later.
"The one who should die is you. When the Monkey King is enraged, all of you will die. All the enemies around the Flowerfruit Mountain will be bathed in blood.”
Hou Si didn't take half a step back. His words were as sharp as a knife. In the place where the monkey king lived in seclusion, he seemed to have received a blessing. The blood qi in his body rose a little, and he was full of energy. He was old and firm.
"Old thing, you made me angry. Die.”
Devilox was, after all, an expert with a radius of a hundred miles. At first, he was only surprised when the old monkey berated him, but after being berated again, he flew into a rage.
An old monkey could shatter his bones with a single punch.
Bull Demon had a bronze head and iron arms. His fist was as heavy as a mountain and as hard as steel as he punched towards Hou Si.
"Slaughter the Flowerfruit Mountain and occupy the treasure land.”
"From now on, this is where we will live.”
Behind him, a group of jackals, tigers, and leopards were shouting excitedly. As long as the monkeys on Flowerfruit Mountain were cleaned up, they would be the masters of this treasured land in the future.
At the thought of this, they became even more excited. They could no longer control the spiked clubs in their hands.
"No…"
The entire monkey group could only watch helplessly as Devilox's fist flew towards the elders of the tribe. Then, they saw the wolves, tigers, and leopards sharpening their sabers. They could already see the blood of the monkeys dying the Flowerfruit Mountain red.
They let out a cry of despair. Their voices were shrill, and no matter how noisy the environment was, it could not be suppressed.
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