"Don't talk!"

"Sun Wukong, I, Yang Jian, came here today not for the heaven, but for you!"

"We haven't finished the fight last time!" Yang Jian said, showing off a three-pointed two-edged sword, wearing a bright silver cape with a black cloak on the back.

"Old Sun understands what you mean, then come on!" Sun Wukong rotated 365 degrees, his golden light shone brightly, and he also wore a sexy robe.

Yang Jian stabbed Sun Wukong with a three-pointed two-edged sword.

Nezha stepped on the hot wheel, held a fire-tip gun, and hit Zhu Bajie, "Lei Zhenzi, Lei Zhenzi, don't hit so hard, just think about it."

"Oh, okay, senior brother Nezha."

Yang Jian vs Sun Wukong, Nezha vs Zhu Bajie, Lei Zhenzi vs Monk Sha.

Xiao Bailong stood there blankly, "What's the situation? Am I the only one who has no opponent?"

Just when the little white dragon was in a daze, a man slowly walked out of the sea of ​​clouds. He was wearing a gray Taoist robe and riding a black tiger.

"The poor Taoist will help you through two moves?" Zhao Gongming sat quietly on the black tiger with a smile on his face.

Today's Zhao Gongming is no longer the Zhao Gongming of the past. He has refining the twenty-four Dinghai Divine Pearls. You can say that with the spiritual treasure in hand, I have the three realms!

Xiao Bailong looked at the mysterious Taoist in front of him and sensed the intimidating power emanating from his body. His face became solemn and he secretly accumulated mana, "Who are you?"

"The poor Taoist Zhao Gongming."

"Huh? Senior Zhao Gongming?" When Xiao Bailong heard that it was Zhao Gongming, the Jie Jiao Immortal, his expression immediately disappeared as if he were facing a formidable enemy, and he became somewhat respectful.

"Do you know Pindao?"

"I know that during the Great Catastrophe of the Gods, the Twelve Golden Immortals of Kunlun that I single-handedly defeated ran away with their heads in their arms. Even the deputy leader Ran Deng had no choice but to avoid the fight!" Xiao Bailong slapped him with a rainbow fart.

"Hahaha, it's just a passing cloud." Zhao Gongming said it as a passing cloud, but his face was extremely affected.

"Come on, let's do two moves and let Pindao see your magic power!"

"yes!"

The little white dragon, with all its magic power in the Taiyi Golden Fairyland, held the Long Yuan Sword and stabbed Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming jumped off the black tiger, his body was light, and he avoided the sword moves of the little white dragon. He nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, the magic power is strong, and I have saved enough time!"

"What's enough?"

"Continue to attack!"

"yes!"

Xiao Bailong held the Long Yuan Sword and used all his magical powers to fight Zhao Gongming.

Zhao Gongming, on the other hand, did not seem to be fighting Xiao Bailong, but rather guiding him.

…

The other side.

Both Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen used the supreme body-refining technique to double their combat power, undergo seventy-two transformations, and fight with the supernatural powers of heaven, earth, and earth, from Jiutian to mortal world, and then from mortal world to Jiutian!

Evenly matched, the chess match is extremely exciting!

Nezha and Lei Zhenzi also let off steam and pretended to fight.

The war started and lasted for at least half a month, with no less than ten thousand rounds fought.

The handsome tent in the sea of ​​clouds.

The Heavenly Court has issued three edicts to Li Jing. The supervisor asked why the Tang monks have not been captured yet?

The Jade Emperor sent Li Jing only 200,000 heavenly soldiers and generals, who couldn't even defeat a Tang monk?

Li Jing was urged several times, and his face showed some urgency.

It’s understandable that Yang Jian and Sun Wukong are indistinguishable. Nezha and Lei Zhenzi can’t beat Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha? Li Jing absolutely doesn’t believe it!

The most speechless thing is that Zhao Gongming personally fought with the little white dragon for half a month, but there was still no winner!

Isn't this nonsense?

"Don't fight alone, be surrounded by heavenly soldiers and set up a huge array of heaven and earth nets!"

Li Jing issued another edict.

War drums rumbled.

The 30,000 heavenly soldiers led by Yang Jian and others secretly arranged a large formation of dragnet and earth net, and locked it towards Sun Wukong and others.

"Go away, there's no need for you to bother me!" Yang Jian shouted loudly at the heavenly soldiers behind him.

"True Lord, we will obey your orders, and I hope that True Lord will not make things difficult for us, drag us into a trap!"

Yang Jian glanced at the commander's tent and knew it was Li Jing's idea. He shook his head helplessly, "We will fight another day. You must be careful about the formation!"

After Yang Jian said that, he left, no longer visiting the heaven, and went directly back to the mouth of Guanjiang River.

Obviously, Yang Jian wants to defeat Sun Wukong openly!

Without Yang Jian, it would be Sun Wukong fighting with the heavenly soldiers!

The golden cudgel was waved, and swarms of heavenly soldiers fell down.

The handsome tent in the sea of ​​clouds.

"Report to the commander, Erlang Zhenjun returned to Jiangkou, and ten thousand heavenly soldiers stopped Sun Wukong..."

"Don't worry about Erlang Shen. One hundred thousand heavenly soldiers are pressing down on you. We must capture Sun Wukong and his party alive!"

"yes!"

Countless heavenly soldiers pressed forward and surrounded Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, Monk Sha, and Little White Dragon.

Sun Wukong had already consumed most of his mana in his previous battle with Erlang Shen. Now facing numerous heavenly soldiers, he felt faintly defeated. Both his speed and strength were greatly reduced.

Zhu Bajie and Monk Sha were no better. They were knocked down several times by the heavenly soldiers.

Only Xiao Bailong was better off. All the heavenly soldiers were afraid of Zhao Gongming and did not dare to attack.

"Noisy!" Zhao Gongming casually deployed a spell, and the fog surged, making it difficult for the outside world to see clearly what was going on inside the array.

"The Golden Immortal cultivates the five qi in his chest, and the Taiyi Golden Immortal nurtures the three flowers on the top. The five qi in the chest move toward the Yuan, and the three flowers on the top bloom. This is the perfection of the Taiyi realm!"

"Comprehending the laws, traveling across the infinite, the ultimate immortality, is the Daluo Golden Immortal!"

"Have you decided which step to take?"

The little white dragon stood quietly in the sea of ​​clouds, with some doubts in his eyes, "Understand the law..."

Xiao Bailong possesses the Ancestral Dragon Pearl, and his bloodline is very pure, so he is very suitable to follow the path of the Ancestral Dragon, the rule of the emperor and overlord...

There can be multiple kings, but there can only be one emperor. Little White Dragon seemed to be hindered by some unknown obstacles and was unable to understand the laws of the emperor.

"There are three thousand laws, all of them are great roads. Theoretically speaking... there is no distinction between strong and weak..."

Xiao Bailong never thought that one day he would be able to attain Daluo enlightenment. The source of motivation for his cultivation was to avenge his uncle's injustice. However, as he followed his master along the way, Xiao Bailong's state of mind also changed.

The first thing to do is to clear up the grievances of the uncle, and the second thing is to look at the entire three realms!

"The Three Realms are so vast and wonderful that there must be a place for Wu Ao Lie!"

"The law of water is that when it is still, it benefits all things and does not compete with it; when it moves, the flood can destroy the sky and destroy the earth!"

Ouch!

A loud dragon roar resounded through the sea of ​​clouds, and a flawless snow-white jade dragon soared thousands of miles, traveling through the heaven and earth, and the Great Luo Golden Fairyland was completed!

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Monk Sha were surrounded, and their magic power was consumed so much that they were beaten countless times.

Hundreds of golden-armored god generals besieged Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong's magic power could not keep up for a moment. He received several palms on his chest, turned over in the air, and took a few steps back before he could stabilize his body.

"Their magic power is gone, Zhuitian Thorn!" Hundreds of long hooks attacked the pipa bones of Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Monk Sha.

"Ouch!" The dragon's sound wave offensive drove back more than ten thousand heavenly soldiers!

The little white dragon carried Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Monk Sha out of the trap of heaven and earth!

"Kill!" Hundreds of golden-armored god generals flew up to pursue him.

"Ouch!~" Wanlong roared.

The rain fell all over the sky, and hundreds of dragons of different colors were seen flying through the sea of ​​clouds.

The clouds and mist held up millions of aquatic elites, and the one standing at the front of the clouds and mist was none other than Mo'ang, the Great Prince of the West Sea!

Moang was wearing a black and white battle armor, holding a long spear, and was cultivated in the Da Luo Jin Fairyland. His face was solemn and he said loudly: "Third brother, don't be afraid, big brother is here to help you!"
Chapter completed!