The mad demon prince, the champion of the three armies, is already the top master second to none among the martial artists in the world.

Relying on it, it is the world-famous mad magic wand method, the spirit ape method.

What if there are 10,000 mad demon princes?

Caesar Empire, Plains of Bones.

As the dark creatures of Yalewa looked at the tens of thousands of neatly draped... monkeys, laughed loudly.

"Look, are those Orientals dead? Sending monkeys to fight! Look at the serious expressions of those monkeys, do they really think of themselves as warriors?"

"I heard that the Orientals worship monkeys because there was once a valiant monkey who defeated all the gods. Haha, if I defeat these monkeys today, then I'm not stronger than the gods of the East?"

The monkeys in front of him, all less than five feet tall, are really reminiscent of elite warriors, and in Yalewa, monkeys are just pets in the circus.

"Kill, kill all these ridiculous monkeys, and throw their corpses into the tents of those Orientals. ”

Werewolves, vampires, and countless necromantic creatures rushed towards the Spirit Monkey Army with a scream.

"Hey, brother, we're being underestimated!"

Sun Sixteen turned his head and said with a smile to Sun Seventeen behind him, but there was a trace of bloodthirsty coldness in his eyes.

If you don't go crazy, you won't survive.

The spirit monkey of Huaguo Mountain is not a demon, but a demon.

Belligerent and obsessed, killing demons.

When the dark race rushed to a distance of less than 100 meters from the Spirit Monkey Army, more than 10,000 sticks were pointing diagonally at the sky.

"The spirit monkey has fought a hundred battles, and it lives up to Qi Tian! ”

In an instant, countless huge spirit apes stood proudly on the spot, roaring and beating their chests, the earth shook, and the fastest vampire stood unsteadily, and fell one after another.

What's even more surprising is that these countless Dharma Phases actually fused one by one, turning into a fierce giant ape that stood up to the sky, was wearing heavy armor, and was extremely tyrannical.

There were three, with nine eyes, six arms, each holding an iron rod, and the giant ape monster had wide eyes and roared at the dark race opposite.

The endless sound tore the heavens and the earth apart, and the fragile necromancers bore the brunt of it, and their souls could not withstand the impact of such a terrible sound wave, and they burst one after another.

Countless vampires turned pale, vomited blood, and fainted to the ground.

Only the strong werewolves, with huge sound waves, howled and rushed towards the Spirit Monkey Army formation.

The giant ape looked at the werewolf who had been killed, laughed strangely, and slammed the iron rod horizontally, stirring up a wave of earth.

Suddenly, the ground cracked and the mountain collapsed, and countless boulders and clods of earth smashed overwhelmingly at the werewolves who couldn't dodge, smashing them into flesh.

With a roar and a stick, the dark race lost hundreds of thousands of elites.

The spirit monkey gathers the soul and fights into a demon.

Ten Directions Ape Demon.

"The weak bird that has not been killed, to the boasting of good cowhide, children, kill me!"

Looking contemptuously at the chaotic dark creatures on the opposite side, Sun Sixteen waved his hand rather boredly, dispersing the ape magic in the array.

More than 10,000 spirit monkey armies roared out one after another, dancing the iron rod in their hands, and excitedly killing the opposite side.

"I knew it was so boring, but it was better to follow the king to heaven and fight with the army of angels, but it was cheaper for the one-legged cow and the long-tailed leopard. How did you deceive us, O king, that there is a more powerful adversary lurking in the world, and we need to deal with it. That opponent can't be such a fool in front of him..."

Complaining dissatisfiedly about a certain monkey in heaven, Sun Sixteen pointed at an extraordinarily huge werewolf with a cooked copper rod and roared loudly:

"Don't rob me, that wolf demon is my prey. ”

.....

After this battle, the vitality of the dark race was greatly damaged: the wolf king Grufen was killed on the spot, and the 500,000 werewolves were lost seven or eight, only one of the twelve princes of the blood clan escaped, and the millions of blood tribes suffered heavy casualties, and the necromancer clan attracted special attention from the spirit monkey army because of its magical properties of containing souls, and they became extinct.

Five days later, when the remnants of the dark race converged with the Holy See of Light to build the last line of defense in Caesar's Empire, the contradictions between the people and the Holy See began to intensify.

In order to speed up the healing of wounds and increase strength, werewolves need a lot of flesh and blood, among which human flesh is preferred;

In order to expand the lost people, vampires need a large population to convert their race;

And the Holy See of Light, as an alliance, is naturally not easy to swallow because it is protected by holy power.

Ordinary people have become the best tonic in the eyes of the dark race.

A large number of people were tortured and killed by werewolves and transformed by vampires, but the Holy See of Light, which they had dedicated to cultivating, turned a deaf ear to them.

Compared with the dark race with strong combat power, these mediocre mortals naturally became outcasts of the Holy See, and even the Holy See sent a large number of people to help the dark race plunder the population.

It's just that these high-ranking members of the Cult of Light have forgotten that everything about them: wealth, food, and even the source of their power, is the transformation of the will of countless believers.

When the so-called light revealed its hideous face, the people of Yalewa suddenly realized that what they believed in was only darkness in the cloak of light.

A month later, Ao Bing, who had disappeared for a long time, led hundreds of thousands of half-dragons from Yalehua to enter the Caesar Empire, becoming the last straw that broke the camel's back.

Half-dragons, known as the descendants of dragons, are actually nothing more than derivatives of the hybridization of low-level dragons. And as the purest dragon bloodline, the noble dragon king aura on Ao Bing's body is enough to make those fanatical half-dragons bow down.

The disappointment of the people with the Holy See made the expeditionary force's attack unimpeded, and it was not uncommon for the people to steal open the city gate in the middle of the night and help the expeditionary force attack and kill the garrison soldiers.

Three months later, when the Pope had his head smashed by Liu Yicheng's own hands, and the last prince of the Blood Clan was pierced through the chest by Jiang Zhuochang, the Holy See of Light and the Dark Race officially became legends.

At this time, Liu Yicheng, as the coach, did not look happy at all.

"Dashuai, after those monkey ancestors drank all your beloved wine, they started a drunken madness one by one, making loud noises in the barracks, dancing sticks and sticks, and smashing countless military items. ”

"Dashuai, this is the thirteenth drunken incident of the Spirit Monkey Army this month, those monkeys have no rules except for fighting, and they are very strong one by one. It is said that even those Xianmen disciples were disturbed by their harassment. Yesterday, the Kunlun immortals and snow fairies went to find them theories, but they were robbed of their swords, their faces were covered with mud, and they were knocked unconscious and thrown at the door of the camp. This..."

The "mountain god" is heavy, one of the dignified Eight Pillar States, and has a high and powerful position, but at the moment he has a sad face and looks directly at the boss in the tent.

"Don't say it, don't say it, I knew that today, it was better to fight to the death at the beginning, and I shouldn't have released these bastards if I said anything!"

Liu Yicheng, who couldn't regret it, pulled his hair stiffly, his face full of bitterness.

"Ancestor, are you helping me or harming me!"

One day in heaven, one year on earth.

The five-month crusade was only half a day in the heavenly realm.

The power of wish provided in the crown of thorns has been intermittent from the beginning to the present.

God has long been unable to maintain the state of being strong enough to crush the Monkey King.

The once dazzling light has become dim.

When the crown of thorns could no longer produce even a little bit of will, God angrily ripped off the crown of thorns and smashed it into powder.

"Despicable Orientals, I want you to pay tenfold!"