This is an opportunity, he doesn't know what kind of monster he is, how long he has been cultivating, and he doesn't have a trick to practice.

Ever since he woke up, he just wanted to get Su Qianruo's joy. But to protect this joy, he can no longer be the current Shang Moyun.

He immediately made a decision, bowed to Zhan Wuming three times, and then looked at Su Qianruo, who was held in the crook of his arm by Zhang Tianshi.

Zhan Wuming snatched Su Qianruo with his hand, and threw it at Shang Moyun in the air, "Little milk demon, catch it!" ”

Shang Moyun jumped into the air, hugged Su Qianruo and rolled to the ground, Zhang Tianshi stretched out his hand to fish, Zhan Wuming rushed forward, blocking Shang Moyun and Su Qianruo behind.

Zhang Tianshi was restrained by Zhan Wuming, and he was furious: "Zhan Wuming, you can't change your nosy problem...... Do you know how ferocious this mountain demon is? He sucked the essence blood of dozens of people in Yecheng, and you even encouraged him to become strong and become king? Are you asking him to suck more mortal blood? ”

Zhan Wuming turned a deaf ear to his words, just looked at him coldly, and said slowly after a while: "I'm a demon...... But he will not easily kill his compatriots, let alone fight for the tiger and break up his lover.

Which eye did you see that he was the blood-sucking mountain demon? You are still an elm, and you never believe the truth, but only what your ears hear. Thou hast lived three hundred and twenty years in vain...... You've lived to be a dog. The dog's eyes are brighter than your photos! ”

Zhang Tianshi was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he regained his calm expression, shook his head and said, "Impossible!" I came after the quilt with his smell, and the ancestor of the Zhang family has a centuries-old relationship with me. The Zhang family is full of virtuous people, and they will never talk nonsense with red mouths and white teeth. ”

Zhan Wuming didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, his pupils contracted slightly, his face turned gray, and pain flashed on his face, "After waiting for three hundred years, I can finally kill you!" This time, you sent it yourself...... I didn't break my oath. Zhang Xingtong, you should die! ”

"Little Jin, transfiguration!" Zhan Wuming shouted.

Among the clouds, there is a brilliance breaking through the clouds, the glow is gorgeous, the rui is soaring, and suddenly I see the golden light. It is an iron pillar, about one person thick, two zhang long, the body of the rod nine turns, slowly landing in the hands of Zhan Wuming.

As soon as this stick comes out, there are ghosts and gods. The wind is hunting, and it is gradually monstrous. Zhan Wuming held a heavy stick in his hand, stood against the wind, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and shouted: "Zhang Xingtong, suffer ...... death"

A stick came out, the mountains and rivers shook, and there seemed to be a rumbling and breaking sound in the void. The stick swept thousands of troops, approaching Zhang Xingtong's door, the strong wind did not arrive, his robe had been torn, Zhang Xingtong quickly retreated, but he couldn't retreat from the lock of the stick wind, so he had to hurriedly sacrifice his treasure magic to resist. The big sleeves covered the sky, turning into a shocking wave, the moon swayed lightly, and the Milky Way was upside down and shifted by a line.

More than half of the shadow of the stick was dissolved, but there were still a few hits Zhang Xingtong, he couldn't help coughing and dodging, and his handsome face was also swept by a stick wind, and a piece of flesh and blood that was long from his finger was cut off. At this time, he no longer had the cold and noble handsome appearance, and his face was covered with blood, which made his face a little hideous.

Three hundred years ago, ignorance was invincible, and his combat power was child's play! He was bent on causing Zhang Xing to die at the same time, and his moves were fierce, and the sticks turned into thousands of phantom shadows, but each stick shadow was violent, and in the first sweep, he would see flesh and blood.

Zhang Xingtong hurriedly met the enemy, repeatedly fought and was injured, and was gradually beaten out of the real fire, and used the three flavors of the real fire to lead the fire of the heavens, and the fire burned the sky, and the three flavors complemented each other, forming a heavenly flame, and the flames were extinguished, trapping the war ignorance in it.

The three-flavor real fire is not afraid of water, the wind does not blow out, and the stick does not stop. The roar of Zhan Wuming was earth-shattering, but it was difficult to break out of the fire array for a while, and the stick fell out of the mountain, but it did not extinguish a trace of flames.

"Xiao Jin, turn into a formation!" Zhan Wuming threw out the long stick, and the golden light on the stick gradually became restrained, revealing its original color. The bronze wood grain, each turn is a Sanskrit word, gradually outlining a cyan light wave. The phantom of a small cyan tree slowly flashed out, rapidly increasing in height and size, and in a moment it was already level with Kunwu Mountain, and it was still growing upward, as if it was about to grow out of the sky, piercing the void and constantly rising.

The tree has branches and leaves, and the leaves are different, and there is a great road symbol circulating on each leaf. The roots are white, and they gradually extend into the ground, lifting the ground of the entire Kunwu Mountain. The branches shook and the leaves trembled, and the three flavors of true fire were wrapped in it, and gradually the land raised by the roots became a separate heaven and earth.

Zhan Wuming and Zhang Xingtong were both wrapped in this small world and took off into the air, flying towards the Milky Way in the void.

Zhang Xingtong couldn't support it, and fell to the ground in decadence, his face like the ground coughing violently. Zhan Wuming stood tall, holding the sky with his hands and stepping on the earth, staring at him like an angry golden rule, locking Zhang Xingtong's figure with hatred, imprisoning him to rise into the void.

"Zhang Xingtong, I want to kill you for three hundred years...... Let you live for another 300 years, it is already God's kindness to you. Today, I will shatter your soul and bury your bones in the other world. Zhan Wuming sneered, raised his head to look into the void again, his eye circles suddenly rolled up twice, and his eye circles began to redden, "At this moment, it is the beginning of the opening of the Heavenly River of the First Zen, the water of the Heavenly River can swallow everything, I will trap you in this heaven and earth, throw you directly into the Heavenly River, and turn you into nothingness!" ”

Zhang Xingtong began to cough up blood and sighed: "The water of the Tianhe River is uncomfortable for mortals. If you are a demon monkey avatar, you will definitely be washed away from the Dao Fruit. You're not worth it. ”

Zhan Wuming gathered the heavens and the earth, and slowly climbed up to the giant tree and chose a wide branch to sit on. He folded his hands behind his head and looked at Zhang Xingtong condescendingly, his big eyes bulged out abruptly, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"It's not worth it...... Who is worth it? In your world, is there only merit and righteousness? Mortals deserve your protection...... You are to maintain peace in the world...... You want to kill all the demons in the world...... You break off your love to love, can you still live freely? ”

Zhang Xingtong was silent, his eyelids drooped slightly, covering the thoughts in his eyes.

"Of course you're living freely. The Heavenly Master praised by everyone...... The ancestor of Longhu Mountain...... It's ...... famous all over the world, but you should be damned! I keep my promise not to go out of Kunwu and not to trouble you. This time, I can finally finish you off... I can also sleep peacefully. The Monkey Mountain will be sealed forever and sink into the void. ”

Zhang Xingtong was still silent, hiding in the palm of his broad robe, tightly squeezing a pitch-black wooden handle at the end of the dust, and a trace of pain flashed in his eyes.

Xiao Tiandi stretched out the air layer and rose into the galaxy, from time to time Xun Xing flew over the edge of Xiao Tiandi, Xiao Tiandi was shaken by the wind, and the two of them tried their best to exert their own fixation method in the bumps to barely stabilize their bodies.