Under the turn of his mind, Sun Wukong landed in the direction of the surface. Although all he saw in front of him now were dense with large mosquitoes, and he couldn't distinguish anything at all, the faint attraction of the planet still let him know the direction of the surface.

Just now, Sun Wukong rushed left and right, without an accurate direction, but now he is rushing in one direction, these mosquito soldiers are not stupid, as soon as they see this situation, they immediately understand Sun Wukong's plan.

They think they understand Sun Wukong's plan, this monkey wants to be down-to-earth, so that they can save half of their defensive power. A mosquito tribe who was obviously a small leader screamed: "Brothers, he wants to fall to the ground, don't let him succeed!"

At this moment, the mosquito soldiers who were just attacking from the gap were like crazy and desperately attacked Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong's pressure suddenly increased greatly, and the blood flowers that erupted in the heart of the ball suddenly intensified.

Wen Zheng was still walking through the military formation at this time, this military formation was too big, and it would take a while to get to the center of the ball, and he would not teleport.

Wen Zheng was walking through, and he felt that the military formation was sinking for a while, and then it began to tighten, it was the "pressure" of the military formation, Wen Zheng looked at the direction of sinking, and knew Sun Wukong's plan.

He yelled "Trap him!" as he sprinted towards the center of the ball.

Sun Wukong has been injured in many places, and now he can't even defend without leaking, although there have been a lot of mosquitoes killed and injured under his stick, but these mosquitoes don't know what death is, and would rather be muddy with their own flesh and bones. and leave a scar on his body.

These mosquitoes are becoming more and more brave, but Sun Wukong is getting more and more chilled, facing these guys who treat their lives as child's play, there is no possibility of defeat, and he can't kill so many mosquitoes.

When the pressure increased suddenly, Sun Wukong kept staring, a pair of small eyes like two bells, he thought of the scene where his gaze shot through the crystal ball.

He wanted to try it now, although he didn't know how powerful it would be, if it got to the point where he would see who died. Then it will not be difficult for him to get out of trouble at all. Even if it's just to stun these pesky mosquitoes. That can also greatly reduce the pressure on yourself.

But the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, he stared at him for a long time, and the divine light did not appear at all. On the contrary, because of his distraction, he had a few more wounds on his body.

What he didn't see was. The seven-colored light cluster located in the sea of his own knowledge separated into wisps of filaments. The iron rod that was getting into his hand. Communicate with the ownerless high-concentration of colorful light in it, because the iron rod is not transparent, so it cannot be seen from the outside world at all.

Sun Wukong has completely lost his heart. He understood that it was impossible to effectively control these colored lights in a hurry. He sighed in his heart, he seemed to have the ability to be sharp-eyed, if the iron rod in his hand turned into a golden hoop stick, it could be big or small, long or short, wouldn't it be able to solve the current crisis.

This thought, he didn't have it, he had already tried it when he watched Journey to the West, whether he begged this stick as a living thing, or threatened it, it didn't work, and he couldn't pull it with brute force, and he couldn't make this stick deformed a little.

Unexpectedly, this time it was a big surprise to him, his stick was swung horizontally, and he made the stick longer together, and when the stick was swung out, it was still a black iron rod three feet long.

When he swung halfway, all of a sudden, the light shone brightly, and the golden light released from the stick pierced these mosquito soldiers as if they were blind, and they could no longer see.

After this stick was swung, it was difficult to take it back, because it was so long that I don't know how many miles. Sun Wukong simply didn't take it back, and directly swung it out with a stick. This time, I felt a shock on the stick, and the golden stick was shaken, and the right hand holding the stick was a little numb.

Wen Zheng looked at the broken mouthparts in his hand in the middle of the formation, but the look in his eyes was not pity, but shock and excitement, his lips were a little trembling, and his mouth kept chattering: "Canjin! It turned out to be Canjin! Haha! So much Canjin! Got rich! Ben Shuai made a fortune!"

Wen Zheng's speed suddenly increased several times, like a gray lightning, rushing towards the position of the center of the ball. He had already put away his mouthparts and took the ancestral weapon into his hands.

Gold is a rare mineral in the Underworld, and while it is not the currency of the Underworld, it is a treasure that is considered a treasure by any clan.

Especially for those races with the ability to transform, when making armor, as long as you put in a grain of bright gold the size of a grain of rice, you can make the armor have the ability to transform, which greatly improves the malleability of the armor material and increases the defense power geometrically.

As for why only the size of a grain of rice is put in, it is not because it is expensive, although there are not many wealthy races, it is not uncommon. The reason for this is that it takes a lot of energy to activate the gold, and if you can't activate it, it will become a waste.

Using so much bright gold to make a stick can be said to be a tyrannical thing, except for the human race, who has such a strong strength to activate it? If it weren't for absorbing the energy accumulated by this planet for hundreds of thousands of years, Sun Wukong could only be used as a stick.

This is not Chen Mo's generosity, because he didn't expect that a stick he picked up when he was traveling turned out to be made of bright gold, so he casually gave it to Sun Wukong as a prop to tease Yang Wei, I don't know if he would have grabbed the sky and the earth if he knew about it afterwards.

Sun Wukong didn't know that his weapon had been coveted by Wen Zheng, and even if he knew, he wouldn't care, because these hateful mosquitoes never let him go.

After the stick became longer, the number of mosquitoes he killed increased dozens of times, but there was also a downside, the stick was too long for him to effectively defend himself, so there were more wounds on his own body.

But he didn't care about this little injury, because he felt that every time he swung the stick, it would be shaken open, and judging from the force coming from the stick, the person who came was definitely a fierce opponent. And he could feel that the man was rushing towards his position at a rapid pace.

Sun Wukong silently said in his heart, "Retract back, small, small, small!", he had tried before, but he had never succeeded, but this time he tried it well, only to feel that the "brush" was on the ground, and the golden stick retracted back to its original size. It's just that the color doesn't change back to black, but remains golden.

In the past, it didn't work because there was not enough energy to support it, but now the stick is full of energy, and of course it can be like an arm.

Wen Zheng's speed was so fast, at the moment when Sun Wukong took back the golden stick, he had already rushed to the center of the ball, only three zhang away from Sun Wukong. Although he rushed over, he did not attack immediately, because he was also afraid.

He knew how much energy support was needed to activate so many sticks forged by Canjin, and he was not sure in his heart, the power of Canjin was more than that, and if the power of this stick was completely activated, he would only have the fate of turning into ashes.

When he rushed over, he had already taken out a package wrapped in dried flower petals, and threw it directly towards Sun Wukong from three zhang away like a hidden weapon. And then...... Then, without stopping, he sped away in the direction he had come.

Sun Wukong only felt that a black whirring thing was smashed head-on, only thinking that it was a hidden weapon, just now there were already many mosquitoes before they died and threw their mouthparts as a hidden weapon at him, so he didn't think about it, and he just swung it out with a stick, and he was going to smash it away.

This thing was exactly what Wen Zheng threw out of his hand, and as soon as the stick touched it slightly, there was a "bang", and a puff of smoke burst out of it, instantly filling a radius of dozens of zhang.

For a moment, it was raining in the air, and the mosquitoes in the smoke lost consciousness and fell to the surface. Sun Wukong was not spared, he only felt that his eyes were black, he had lost consciousness, and fell to the surface with those unlucky mosquitoes.

This hidden weapon is the "** bomb" made by the mosquito people with a thousand days of drunkenness as the main material! (To be continued......