Ling Zhu watched in amazement as the Fishhead Clan quickly retreated back into the lake, gave the monkey a thumbs up, and said, "Brother Hou, it's really yours!"

The monkey grinned and said, "Ling Zhu boy, I won't tell you, Uncle Ben used to be an absolute overlord in this area!

There was a trace of memory in the monkey's eyes, and there was a mixed emotion in his eyes when he looked at Ling Zhu, but Ling Zhu didn't notice it.

"Let's go!!" Ling Zhu said, the two of them walked side by side on the Pure Land of the Western War Domain, from time to time some wandering alien races and evil cultivators came to harass them, but as soon as they saw the monkey showing their fierce face, they were basically scared!

Suddenly, Ling Zhu saw a mess of corpses in the wasteland, it was the place where the Black Tiger Army and the two alien races fought fiercely, leaving the lives of more than four hundred Black Tiger Army Spirit Realm warriors here!

Ling Zhu was silent, the monkey seemed to sense the change in Ling Zhu's mood, and surprisingly didn't ask much, just stayed by the side and quietly watched the blood-stained battlefield.

"War ......"

Ling Zhu closed his eyes, remembering the promise he had made to the soldiers when he was ordered to go on the expedition that day.

He had promised to bring these people back, but now they are sleeping here forever, and in order to maintain the peace of the human race, they will die with these alien troublemakers!

A cool breeze blew, Ling Suke's eyes were a little moist, he felt this powerlessness for the first time, and his heart was greatly impacted!

"Become stronger! Only by constantly becoming stronger! can you keep your promise!"

The monkey suddenly spoke: "War is like this, today, all ethnic groups do not look at each other equally, war is raging, and it is normal for countless casualties!"

"Boy, look away! you've not been enough!" the monkey admonished.

"Why does war exist, isn't it good for all the races on the continent to live together in harmony?" Ling Zhu asked softly.

"Childish!"

The monkey gave Ling Zhu a wide roll of his eyes with disdain, and said, "If your favorite wife is killed, or your home is slaughtered by enemies, can you still say such a thing as living in harmony?!"

Ling Zhu lowered his head, he was experiencing intense torture in his heart!

The monkey's words made Ling Zhu re-examine this cruel continental world, what does the Tianfu Continent need for a short period of peace or the overthrow and reconstruction of order?

No one could answer the question for him, and the monkey said to Ling Suke, "Let's go!"

Ling Zhu shook his head, his eyes were distracted, and said, "Let me sit quietly for a while!"

The monkey threw the rod to the ground and lay down on all fours to sleep.

......

After a while, the monkey opened its eyes.

"What's weird?" it shuddered, and suddenly felt a sense of sadness pass over its head, and hurriedly looked to the side, only to see Ling Zhu's eyes slightly closed, his steps steady, and his hand holding the Xuantie knife dancing slowly.

Under that picture, an indescribable sense of loneliness arose on Ling Suke's body, and the monkey's eyes widened: "This kid ...... I had an epiphany!"

I saw Ling Zhu gently pinching the Xuantie knife, as if he was drawing some kind of inexplicable mysterious texture, at this moment his heart was filled with loneliness and frustration, and he could only pour out it with the knife in his hand.

"Poof!"

The Darkiron Knife flew out of his hand like a sharp arrow into a mound of dirt!

The scene of a flash flood ...... "puff puff" occurred, and all the large and small adobes in the four fields seemed to be infected by Ling Zhu's emotions, and they cracked in response to the explosion!

The monkey immediately jumped up from the ground, its eyes bulging like two light bulbs!

"What a strange knife technique! This is a dead thing that infects emotion with emotion?" the monkey himself fell into deep thought.

Ling Zhu also woke up from that mysterious realm at this moment, he looked at the dark iron knife inserted into the soil, and the rubble and soil in the ground, and his heart still recalled the artistic conception just now.

"Ling Zhu boy, what kind of sword technique do you call this!?" the monkey jumped over and asked excitedly.

Ling Zhu thought for a moment and replied, "When I swung this knife, I felt very uncomfortable, and I only thought about all kinds of sad and unforgettable past events. ”

"It's better to call it a lost knife!" Ling Zhu firmed his eyes, this was his first time in the true sense of the original knife technique, and this realization was of great significance to him!

Before he died, he said to him that he hoped that he could create his own unique path and not follow the old path that his predecessors had walked, Ling Zhu hoped that this "lost knife" was the beginning of his own new path!

"This name is so pretentious!" the monkey said inopportunely, which immediately attracted Ling Zhu's eyes.

"But you kid can actually comprehend his own sword skills in this realm, which proves that he still has some talent in military cultivation!" the monkey began to comment again.

"Really?" Ling Zhu teased, "How does it compare to you?"

The monkey grimaced, and said angrily: "You are also worthy of comparing with Uncle Ben?!Uncle Ben is a noble beast king who has been handed down since ancient times, and his blood is extremely pure...... Hey, hey, hey, boy, slow down!"

Ling Suke walked quickly towards the exit of the passage, the Vortex Gate had already appeared in front of him, and he couldn't wait to jump in.

The monkey hesitated, showed a difficult expression, gritted his teeth, and jumped into the whirlpool gate as well!

..................

In Maitreya City, in the camp of the Black Tiger Army, an atmosphere of dead silence and mourning spread, since Sun Yang and a few other remnant sergeants returned, the military camp of the commander who originally belonged to Ling Zhu's jurisdiction was so deserted.

A day ago, the army lord Chu Yuehu personally came to comfort these surviving and returning sergeants, and was full of emotion on the spot, expressing regret for Ling Zhu's death on the battlefield!

Immediately, a military order was issued, and all the remaining sergeants under Ling Zhu's command were merged into the camp of the commander of the thousand, and Humai became the most powerful of the commanders!

After Zi Tianluo learned of Ling Zhu's death, he was in a very happy mood!

"Finally went to a heart disease!" Zi Tianluo secretly thought, Ling Zhu's rapid rise these days had even become a demon on his cultivation path!

On the day when Sun Yang and the others came back to report the news of the destruction of the army, Zi Tianluo actually condensed the supernatural power and became a monk in the early realm of the minor supernatural power, and there was no longer any doubt about him in the army!

It's just that there is a small episode, that is, Qingling woke up after coming back, and the first thing he did was to stand on the city wall and look at the direction of the Western Battlefield for a whole day, and then fainted again!

After waking up again, Qingling kept shouting "Zi Tianluo designed to frame Ling Zhu and sent spies to secretly communicate with foreign races", which caused rumors to spread in the army!

But no matter what, Qing Ling is just a small fourth-stage spirit master, no one will be on his side, and Zi Tianluo is more direct, and he put Qing Ling in prison on the charge of framing Shangguan!