After the global recovery, I traveled through

Go down.

Like a mountain collapsing and jade collapsing, the elephant king died.

The whole earth was shaking.

Zhang Jiren said: "I have avenged my father."

Three thick air columns lit up beside him, rushing straight into the sky.

Lin Xingtao looked up at the sea of ​​monsters and said: "Keep a low profile first."

So only three figures walked out of the air column.

Lin Xingtao glanced at Chen Kele, Wei Xin and Zhang Kuangji one by one.

Zhang Kuangji walked to Zhang Jiren, his figure solid, like a real person.

He patted Zhang Jiren's shoulder hard and laughed: "Sha Po Lang, hahaha, Sha Po Lang is my descendant!"

He walked to the flag with the word "Lang" and stretched out his hand to pull it.

He threw the flag into the sky above Xiling.

"What does the poem say-"

"I will go to Quantai to recruit old subordinates, and slay Yama with 100,000 flags!"

Even if I die and turn into a ghost, I can go to the underworld to recruit old subordinates. Hundreds of thousands of heroes, come with me to kill Yama!

As far as the eye can see, the Xiling Iron Cavalry appeared. They were previously blocked by the King Peng's prohibition, but now they all knelt down brazenly.

And under the fluttering flags, more figures appeared.

They also wore helmets and armor and rode horses, but their bodies were illusory, not like real people, and black air was continuous.

"Father? You are not..."

"Grandfather? And great-grandfather!"

After the exclamations one after another, there was a sudden and earth-shaking shout.

Those were the former Xiling Iron Cavalry.

For four hundred years, the Xiling Iron Cavalry has been passed down from generation to generation. There are more than 100,000?

There must be millions of heroes.

The Xiling Iron Cavalry is also the Great Chu Iron Cavalry. Lin Xingtao said to them: "Go to the east, the east gathers all the warriors in the world, the Monkey King has trained the magical powers of monkeys and monkeys, and there are many of them."

"And you." Lin Xingtao looked at Zhang Jiren.

At this time, the words of the canonization of the Human Emperor Lin Junrui came from the north.

"...King Lang died, and his son, the crown prince Zhang Jiren, ascended the throne."

Zhang Jiren hesitated.

Lin Xingtao said: "Why don't you kneel down to receive the order?"

Zhang Jiren then lowered his head and knelt on one knee.

He hesitated for a moment and said: "Your Majesty, please get to know me again."

A confident glow gradually appeared on his face.

"King Lang of the Great Chu, the three stars of Sha Po Lang descended to the world, Zhang Jiren."

He added: "Your Majesty, you hit me so hard, the taste of blood is painful."

Then he touched his head and stood up, turned his wrist, and swung the Sky-breaking Halberd horizontally in front of him.

He stood in front of Xiling, guarding this weakest link, and Lin Xingtao continued: "And you, Zhang Jiren."

"You should be the only one to protect the country."

Thousands of troops should avoid Sha Po Lang.

Zhang Jiren's momentum was amazing: "I will obey your order."

The author has something to say: Zhang Jiren: The crying child gets candy.

Chapter 189: Shinto Merit (Part 47)

Humans and demons fight in the east.

A slender golden stick penetrates the rolling clouds and stands in front of the human race.

The golden stick is exposed on the top of the clouds, and a golden boot is stepping on it.

A gust of wind whistled past, and it was difficult to distinguish between real and fake clouds. After a while, the wind stopped, and the tip of the golden boot seemed to be slightly raised by the wind, and it leaned forward with its strong body.

Chainzi's armor shone with an unpredictable golden light in the clouds. He kept squatting on one foot, but it did not make people worry about falling, but instead revealed a kind of unruly aggression.

Unruly wind and sand, the myth of the sky.

On his broad shoulders, there was also a golden stick, and on the golden stick, there was also a boy standing on one foot.

Both the boy and him had golden hair flying on their faces, but the difference was that the boy's was a little bald, as if it had been burned by fire.

Suddenly, they all looked towards the north at the same time, and two long feathers on the purple gold crown swayed.

"Father, Chu Shihuang appeared at the elephant king's place." The little monkey king said.

"Qitian, go down, for the last time." The big monkey king replied.

The little monkey king Sun Qitian pulled out his golden stick from under his feet and jumped down from the clouds.

At the same time, the big monkey king tugged his hair and threw it down.

The hair followed the golden stick and slowly swayed in the air.

"Bang——" The little monkey king's golden stick landed first, shaking the fog.

And the hair also turned into dozens of little monkeys holding small sticks and fell to the ground. After screaming, they rushed to the melee not far away.

The little monkey king picked his ears and heard the faint shouting above the clouds amplified and resounded throughout the earth.

He lifted his tail to the sky, and held the golden stick in his hand and turned around quickly.

The two legs swung from behind the stick to the front of the stick, and bounced towards Wang Yun, the king of Luo, who was grabbing the spear.

Dodging the spear tip, the little monkey king kicked Wang Yun in the forehead, then twisted his legs and clamped Wang Yun's head.

Wang Yun's neck was terribly red and blue, and a layer of blood gushed out from under his fragile skin.

The golden stick sprang out from between the little monkey king's legs in an unpredictable way and hit Wang Yun's forehead heavily.

Even though his head was broken and bleeding, Wang Yun did not retreat a step.

Those warriors who were fighting with the little monkey also did not give in.

"Protect our country!" Wang Yun shouted, grabbing the sharp spear tip with his flesh and blood palm and sending it into the little monkey king's chest.

"Defend until death!" The warriors trembled in their throats and fought with the little monkey in front of them.

The little monkey king and Wang Yun looked at each other, one of them was burning with excitement for the battle, and the other was burning with determination to not fear life and death.

They separated as soon as they touched each other and fell to their sides.

Above the little monkey king's head, the big monkey king stroked his long feathers and looked into the distance.

Above King Luo's head, the Wuqu star shines high.

"Boom!" With a uniform sound, all the little monkeys banged their sticks on the ground and suddenly stopped attacking.

"Back off! Back off!" Wang Yun shouted.

The slender golden stick reaching the sky suddenly grew in size and was waved in a hairy hand.

The golden stick swept across, and the human race and the demon race suddenly separated, with a thick and distinct line drawn in the middle.

The two long feathers swayed, and the big monkey king slid down from the stick diagonally, tilted his head, and pointed his finger at Wang Yun's face.

"No wait, you are no match for me. Lao Sun is going to find the First Emperor of Chu."

Wang Yun looked at this familiar action and his mind went back to five days ago.

On the first day of the war, facing the big and small monkey kings coming from the clouds, he put aside his inner thoughts about the good and bad monsters and prepared to face the enemy.

What he didn't expect was that only two monkeys in high-profile costumes came, and the "monkey, fox, and deer" the Monkey King said he would lead in his declaration of war were nowhere to be seen.

Wang Yun raised the stars on the city wall, and the Monkey King smashed the golden stick above the clouds.

When the two intersected, only Wuquxing leaked a bright light between heaven and earth. The golden eyes of the Monkey King are reflected like lightning.

"Child, I have been the Demon King for five hundred years, how many years have you been the King of Tianluo?"

He was kicked into the wall by the Monkey King.

The Monkey King and his son are about to enter the city with great arrogance.

"I, Sun, disdain to kill the weak." The Monkey King made an unfriendly gesture to the many warriors who came up to him.

Until this time, the warriors in the world did not know what the concept of a five-hundred-year-old demon king was.

The light of stars, large and small, hung on the end of the Monkey King's stick, suppressed by the purple demonic energy, making it difficult for them to leak into the human world. The tens of thousands of warriors turned into ordinary people with slightly better physiques.

The Monkey King put the golden stick next to Wang Yun's fragile temple, pointed his finger next to his nose, and said: "As long as I kill you, the general, and the morale of these people collapses, it will be difficult for these people to do anything."

The little monkey king laughed: "You all surrender! Otherwise, even if you kill him with a stick, your strength will be wasted. My father will still have the strength to compete with your Chu Shihuang!"

Such a contemptuous attitude that even killing him was too troublesome made the warriors turn red-eyed.

Presumably, the Monkey King thinks very highly of himself, so he doesn't want other monsters to follow him.

Just when he was about to be stabbed in the head by the monkey king's stick, Wang Yun pulled himself out of the ruins and said, "I'm not good at killing them seven times. I'm not good at fighting alone."

In the sound of the Monkey King "squeaking--", Wu Quxing, who was picked up by the tip of the spear, jumped back and landed on top of the city in a graceful arc.

The Monkey King's golden stick can also pick up stars so that their light does not fall into the human world, but Wu Quxing is already in the human world because of the birth of the stars.

Within the starlight shroud, every warrior regained star power.

They were a loose group united into one force, as if they had been fighting side by side in the same army for several years.

[Wu Quxing is not good at fighting alone, but he is a general who is better at managing troops and can both attack and defend. ]

"We will not surrender." Wang Yun stood at the front and punched his chest to knock out the tightness in his chest. "Soldiers can only die on the battlefield."

At that time, the monkey king laughed loudly after hearing this.

He said: "Okay!"

He turned to Sun Qitian and asked: "What is this spirit? It was mentioned in "The Monkey King"." :-) Thinking:-) Rabbit:-) In:-) Line:-) Reading:-) Reading:-)

Sun Qitian: "This is called fighting spirit."

So the Monkey King pulled out the monkey's hair and used the magical power of the Monkey Sun, and countless little monkeys appeared on the battlefield.

"Kill, kill until there is no one left."

He stuck the golden stick in the ground and squatted on one foot. Within five days, the number of little monkeys increased from ten thousand to one hundred thousand to the current number.

Now, Wang Yun saw that behind the little monkeys, the number was still increasing.

It's so dense that it makes my heart feel cold looking at it.

——One million.

The last monkey fell down and looked at Wang Yun with a smile.

"Zhihaha——"

The monkeys' laughter was shrill, and the laughter of a million of them gathered together, becoming thick and terrifying.

"Children, come on!"

Like the tide, like the flood of Luojiang River four hundred years ago.

All sound was absorbed by the tide.

Wang Yun looked back and saw his home and countless family members.

Without saying anything, he took a step forward and blocked the front.

The other warriors came to him, leaning against each other's arms.

"Can this be... blocked?" Wang Yun heard a fisherman he knew ask.

He didn't know how to answer, so he gritted his teeth. If you can block it for a while, block it for a while. He led the warriors, veins sprouting from his arms and thighs.

A golden stick came to his temple again, and the little monkey king said leisurely: "Thank you, King Luo, for practicing martial arts with me these days."

"I didn't kill King Chenglang. I didn't expect to kill King Luo like that guy Zhao Lue..." He shook his head.

Suddenly, a shrill elephant cry clearly reached everyone's ears across thousands of rivers and mountains.

The earth trembled, and the little monkey king's stick also trembled.

The little monkey king's bald hair exploded, he let go of the stick and jumped back, landing on all fours.

The group of monkeys that almost drowned the warriors also paused for a moment.

Wang Yun endured the stinging pain on his temple and turned his head.

Quietly, a long and graceful hand pressed on the end of the stick. He bent his fingers and wrapped them around the end of the stick that exuded a sharp golden aura.

"His Majesty the First Emperor!"

In the silence, someone didn't know who started shouting these four words. The warriors' legs weakened and they all fell down.

The team that originally relied on one-stop energy, but when the real heart and soul arrived, they lost their energy?

The little monkey king was stunned.

Gradually, he realized that it was not a loss of spirit, but a feeling of peace of mind.

The people of Luoshui City are always the people who are closest to the First Emperor and the people who trust him the most.

——Luoshui folks.

Chu Shihuang smiled and said, "Get up, get up."

It was as if a big hand lifted everyone up.

Chu Shihuang said, "You remind me of a song, using flesh and blood to build a great wall."

He lowered his head slightly.

The shaking of the earth became more and more obvious, and the bead curtain in front of his forehead was shaking. It was not just the movement of the body of the elephant king falling to the ground when he died, but more like thousands of horses galloping.

"Can you stop it?"

The shadow invaded from a distance, and the sky was dark.

"You shouldn't ask that."

The black steel torrent came from the west to the south.

The warriors all looked up and saw the black horses leaping over their heads.

And on the horses