There is a way that Wangshan runs a dead horse.

In the upper reaches of the long river of memory, a tall figure stands tall in the sky.

The clouds obscured his true face, leaving only his majestic silhouette.

The golden rod flew away at a rapid pace.

That giant should have a lot to do with him.

However, no matter how much he accelerated, the distance between him and the giant did not close in the slightest.

The monkey's urging sounded outside, and he knew that the monkey was running out of his mind.

He tried his best to urge the light.

However, the more eager he was, the more it backfired.

In the long river of memory, two identical golden hoop sticks blocked his way.

It's like two selves in a mirror.

Some are familiar, some are unfamiliar.

The golden hoop rod knew that there was not much time to delay, and he wanted to drive the light and force his way over.

The two golden hoop sticks on the opposite side moved in the same way, each swinging a golden stick shadow, one left and one right smashed the flying golden hoop sticks back with great precision.

"Get out of the way!"

The golden hoop rod trembled, and the force on the two golden hoop sticks opposite him was so great that it almost smashed him in two.

"Who are you waiting for, and why are you stopping me?"

The golden hoop reprimanded.

"My name: Mountain!"

On the left, he stood up on the river of memory, and suddenly countless overlapping mountain phantoms appeared behind him.

Majestic, thick and deep.

"My name: Hai!"

The golden hoop stick on the right was lying across the long river of memory, and behind him, Miao Miao's smoke rippled, and an endless ocean phantom extended and spread around.

The waves are magnificent and endless.

"When will you remember us?!"

The two golden hoops of Shanhai asked in unison.

......

"Stop, it's better not to abuse the power of time, let alone overdraw. Otherwise, there will be big trouble in the future. ”

The old man suddenly landed his palm on Xiaocao's shoulder and patted it gently.

When the power of time that Xiaocao had finally gathered was gathering momentum, the old man fell lightly with a palm, like a breeze blowing through the clouds and mist, and dissipated in an instant.

"He can't die. ”

The old man said.

......

"Poof!"

Magic weapons, spells, supernatural powers, fists and feet......

Between light and shadow, flesh and blood splashed.

A green axe slashed a terrible match, slashing the shoulders of an old monkey who had fallen lone and was besieged by three demon kings at the same time.

Split the flesh and get stuck in the shoulder bone.

The black horse demon king who came by surprise shouted, and his spiritual power skyrocketed, pouring into the green axe.

Between the drums, the axes swept wildly.

The strength of the green axe was suddenly born, and with a "click", the shoulder bone was broken, and the green axe fell vigorously, and the blood burst out, cutting off half of the old monkey's body.

The old monkey shook a little, and when he fell, he suddenly pounced on the black horse demon king of the owner of the green axe, and grabbed the chest of the black horse demon king with his only remaining hand, like a vicious wolf, biting the long neck of the black horse demon king.

"Puff Puff"

The attack of the other three demon kings landed on the back of the old monkey.

He smiled bitterly.

One bite and another, biting off the flesh and blood on the neck of the Black Horse Demon King.

"Tear up. ”

The three demon kings exerted their strength in unison, and the old monkey's body was suddenly torn apart.

In the midst of the flesh flying, the old monkey laughed wantonly.

In his mouth, sharp teeth, he clenched a section of the trachea that he had pulled out.

When the vitality dissipated in his eyes, the body of the Dark Horse Demon King also fell.

The third one.

The third man to die in battle in the Water Curtain Cave.

There was no time to grieve, the tragic battle, no one dared to be distracted, even the slightest.

......

"Mountain ......"

"Sea ......"

The two golden hoop sticks of "mountain" and "sea" slowly merge into the golden hoop rod and become one.

He was in a trance.

A picture of dust sealed in the long river of memory appeared in his mind. It was a pillar of optimus, as the giant swept through thousands of armies, overturned the rivers and seas, and fought a decisive battle in the nine skies, domineering.

That's his true power.

Native gold, gold born water.

Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, his real magic power, is not in "gold", but "earth" and "water". "Gold" is only a succession.

Ahead.

The figure of the sky seems to be condensed, and it seems to be closer.

He detached a supernatural force to protect the monkey, and he continued to charge towards the giant.

Unexpectedly, the supernatural power of the mountains and seas actually had an effect on the fire of returning to the source.

The monkey got a wheezing.

"Give you half a pillar of incense time, whether you have enough or not, I can't wait any longer. ”

He gritted his teeth.

Outside.

The fourth Taiyi subordinate fell.

......

The Lion Camel King suddenly frowned.

In the Jiuzhou Ding, an unknown force emerged, accumulating from weakness, confronting the Fire of Returning to the Origin, preventing him from refining the monkey.

His expression was gloomy, and he squeezed out nine drops of essence blood from his fingers, guiding them into the colorless lotus.

The lotus flower stretches and shakes.

It was as if a faint fairy sound came from nothingness.

It's like the avenue resonating.

The Flame of Returning to the Source suddenly doubled.

The Lion Camel King stared at Jiuzhou Ding, his face was pale, and he sneered.

The fire of returning to the source was as fierce as a tiger, and the unknown force was defeated in an instant.

The power of the mountains and seas was worn out, the fire of returning to the source was surging, and the monkeys had nowhere to hide.

The fire burned his body, and he was tired.

The monkey gritted its teeth desperately, mutilating itself on its scarred body in an attempt to stay awake.

The fire of returnable origin was pervasive, and gradually, the monkey's body seemed a little illusory.

......

"Senior ......"

Yu'er was full of anxiety.

Even Xiao Yue stared at the old man suspiciously, as if to say, "Look, what you said is not good." ”

"What's the hurry. ”

The old man's expression was as usual.

There was an inscrutable stalemate for a moment.

Suddenly, he said:

"It's coming. ”

As the old man's voice fell, a huge figure emerged from the clouds.

Obscuring the light of Huaguo Mountain for several miles.