Hanging mirror, looking at thousands of miles, but also real and illusory, a circle of clouds and mist, like a window of space, you can see the scene at the other end.

The ghost army was huge, galloping in the desert like thousands of troops, and the sky and the earth were densely packed with black pressure, as if entering a no-man's land, and suddenly flooded the crescent moon spring.

Everyone was dumbfounded, their faces were heavy, and even the air was suddenly solemn, the Crescent Moon Spring was only ten kilometers away from the Great Wall of Desperation, this war was inevitable and imminent, and it was the time when 100,000 were in a hurry.

The Rock Titan Giant roared in the sky, as if competing with the sky, his open mouth was full of light, and the picture of the hanging mirror also approached with the lens......

In the cold cave, Sun Wukong was in prison, and the whole person was tied up by thick cold iron flowers. The iron hook locked his lute bone, digging deep into the bone, causing blood to flow. The imprisoning circle imprisoned him, and a strange darkness enveloped him.

The hoops on his head shone with a metallic sheen, flashing golden light one after another, and slowly, sometimes disappearing, sometimes growing.

Qingding Zhenren gently waved the dust, the hanging mirror disappeared in a little light, he couldn't bear to sigh, frowned, and said with a sad face: "Qingming, the time for the life and death of the spirit clan has come. ”

"Master, this is ...... An army of ghosts?" Qing Ming said in astonishment.

"That's right!" Qingding Zhenren said.

Qing Ming thought for a while, frowned, and asked meaningfully, "Master, do you want me to send someone to save that monkey?"

"Of course the monkey has to be saved, but what needs to be rescued more is the Zijin Ancient City, the real crisis is not here, I'm afraid that the Lingren Emperor has already been imprisoned, and the Zijin Ancient City is probably miserable, this crisis, we can't be alone, we need to divide our soldiers into two ways, all the way to help the monkeys, all the way to slow down the rescue of the Zijin Ancient City" Qingding Zhenren said mysteriously.

"What!" Qing Ming said in shock.

"Shi ......" Xia Zhiyuan was anxious and uneasy, and almost blurted out, and immediately turned to say: "When things are in danger, real people, how many people can slow down the monkeys?"

"There are only four people, and these four people are the prince, the princess and the two of them, if it is someone else, it must not be. Qingding Zhenren pointed to Bai Jing and Xia Paper Kite and said.

"True person, but the size of the ghost army is ten times higher than the Shadow Army of the Great Wall, how can four people save your monkey disciple. General Long Xiao said suspiciously.

"Master, Uncle Huang is right. Qing Ming slowly raised his head and said softly.

"Real person—" Bai Jing called out in her heart with a sad look.

"Master—" Qingran couldn't help but call.

"Real person, what happened in the Purple Gold Ancient City?" General Long Xiao couldn't help frowning and asked inquiringly.

"General, the spirit people have reached the point of life and death. Qingding Zhenren couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, sad, and said seriously.

"What!" exclaimed the crowd in astonishment.

"Alas—compared to the imminent enemy of the desperate long mirror, the Zijin Ancient City needs us to save it more, the monkey does not need us to save it, but needs us to help him, you look at the hanging mirror again, the crisis of the Zijin Ancient City is even more urgent. Qingding Zhenren couldn't help sighing, shook his head gloomily, gently waved the dust, and said meaningfully.

As soon as Qingding's voice fell, the hanging mirror reappeared, and the Zijin Ancient City in the picture was like a ruin, as if it had just experienced a disaster and was full of devastation. Everywhere there were ruins and broken walls, charred and black, and the bones were scattered everywhere, and rivers of blood flowed.

In the sky of the ancient city of Zijin, there is a figure exactly the same as Sun Wukong, he is like another Sun Wukong, his whole body is covered with lava armor, but it is black, there are golden auspicious clouds carved on the edge of the curve of the armor, and golden magma slowly flows in the ravine.

The monkey hair on his head, face, and chest was very thick, and there were clusters of golden flames that seemed to surge, but the tips were dyed bright red. His eyes glowed with scarlet blood, and the black cracks around his sockets flowed with golden magma, the edges of the cracks carved with gold threads, and the golden flames in his mouth. The black-gold cloak fluttered in the wind, and the golden particles on the cloak were like stars glimmering in the night.

"What!" everyone exclaimed in unison, dumbfounded.

"Why are there two stinky monkeys, what the hell is going on?" Qing Ming asked in a solemn mood, clenching his fists tightly and gritting his teeth.

"It's ......"

Bai Jing and Xia Paper Kite were dumbfounded, looking at the familiar stranger in front of them, their eyes trembling uncontrollably.

"It seems that saving your disciple is really not the most important thing, the danger of the Purple Gold Ancient City is the imminent matter, Qing Ming, do you have a decision now?" General Long Xiao said with a gloomy brow.

"Uncle Huang, you are the king of Zhenbei, you have been guarding the northern desert for many years, this time I have to ask Uncle Huang to accompany me to rescue the Zijin Ancient City, then the monkey will be rescued by these two friends of the monkey, Master, how do the four of them deal with the army of hundreds of thousands of ghosts, we still go to rescue the Zijin Ancient City, the Zijin Ancient City is more important." Qing Ming pondered for a while, slammed his fist on the stone table, and said unwillingly: "Although...... My father didn't like me, the eldest son. ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince—" Bai Jing and Xia Zi were overwhelmed with grief and grief.

"Brother Prince—I'm willing to go with them to help the monkeys, Brother Prince, give orders!" Qing Ran shouted, staring at Qing Ming with firm eyes, kneeling on the ground, and said with a resolute begging.

"What" Qing Ming was shocked, felt incredulous, and said angrily with resentment: "You...... Speaking for that stinky monkey, when will you have mercy on him?"

"Brother Prince, I'm ......" Qingran wanted to speak and stopped, unable to speak.

Qingding Zhenren put away the hanging mirror, thought for a while, and immediately said to the point: "Qingming, the monkey of the Zijin Ancient City is the second heart of the monkey, and the only one who can solve the crisis of the Zijin Ancient City is the monkey, and now only I and General Long Xiao can drag him and delay the crisis for the time being." ”

"Master, what you said is true?" Qing Ming was secretly stunned in his heart, and said involuntarily.

"It's true!" Qingding Zhenren said righteously.

"Sister, we and these two friends went to rescue the monkey, Uncle Huang, Master, this prince orders you to rescue the Purple Gold Ancient City as soon as possible. Qing Ming pondered for a while, clenched his fists tightly, and had mixed feelings for a while, not knowing whether it was pathos, not knowing whether it was sadness and indignation, and said in a louder and louder tone.

"Yes—His Royal Highness the Prince!" the crowd said.

Qing Ming slowly turned around, glanced at everyone, secretly clenched his fists tightly, and secretly gritted his teeth and said silently in his heart: "Stinky monkey, sooner or later I want you to have a duel, why are you the savior, the great hero, if it weren't for the national righteousness, I wouldn't want to help you, stinky monkey, if you can really solve the crisis of my spiritual race, I won't care about you, if not, I will definitely kill you." ”

Qing Ming thought secretly for a while, his face was cold, he frowned tightly, turned around and walked away, out of the Hundred Swords Pavilion, and led everyone all the way to the Great Wall, and the autumn soldiers on the battlefield.