I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Chapter 478: You only get a few hundred Qi-replenishing pills a month. What are you doing with your life?

Bian Zhuang felt that this demon monkey was very ungrateful.

We haven't even finished pretending to be cool here, so you rush over. Even Shuangwen doesn't do this. Even Long Aotian has to finish the villain's overestimating and disgusting words and actions before starting to backhand. Slap in the face.

What do you think this is? Whose disciple are you? Are there any rules?

"Quick, quick, hurry up, surround us!"

Here we can see the difference between Bian Zhuang and Li Jing. When the situation was calm just now, the two of them mobilized their military formations very skillfully, in a reasonable and orderly manner, and showed everyone's magnanimity.

But faced with the unexpected situation, Bian Zhuang obviously panicked and did not give any instructions. He just shouted a few useless words repeatedly, such as "surround him", "stop him", "don't let him come", etc. wait.

The dignified Grand Marshal of Tianhe's 360,000 navy troops looked like a panicked idiot.

Fortunately, he had been a generalissimo for who knows how many years, and he still remembered not to wave the command flag randomly in his hand. He held it tightly in his hand without moving at all. Although no useful flag order was issued, fortunately there was no random order, so the position would not be disrupted.

Li Jing watched Bian Zhuang's performance from the side and secretly cursed a waste in his heart. Everyone knows that Lingshan is huge and the West is booming, but why are they the only ones who pay social security in Lingshan? You don’t think it’s really all because of your three sons, right?

Li Jing had been concentrating just now, not on Sun Wukong in the distance, but on Bian Zhuang, for fear that he would panic and wave his flag randomly. Li Jing was even more nervous than when facing the enemy, and was ready to snatch the flag from this guy at any time.

Fortunately, as Marshal Tianpeng, Bian Zhuang still had some basic military qualities, which made Li Jing relieved.

"Giant Spirit God, come in! The rest of the power gods spread out in an arc!" Li Jing slapped the tiger talisman on his waist, pouring mana into it, and immediately a cloud of air rose from it, conveying the order to his half a million heavenly soldiers. .

As expected, the quality of the soldiers brought out by Li Jing was much higher than that of Bian Zhuang. As the footsteps and cloud heads changed, Sun Wukong soon faced an arc-shaped formation of iron barrels.

A group of heavenly soldiers and immortal soldiers and spears formed a sharp steel forest, which almost hit Sun Wukong's face. The giant spirit god rushed forward, wielding a big ax and roared: "Death to the demon monkey!"

The reason why it is an arc formation rather than a circular iron barrel formation is precisely Li Jing's strategy. The enemy must be encircled. When fighting, give the enemy a little hope of survival, so that the opponent will not run away in despair and cause unnecessary huge casualties.

For Li Jing, arranging troops is like playing chess. In the process of forcing a retreat, all the vigor and energy of the opponent are consumed, and the opponent who eventually falls into the siege is like a prey caught in a net. The same random rolling and flattening, in Li Jing's opinion, is an art.

It's just obvious that although Li Jing is smarter than Bian Zhuang, he is not that smart. On the surface, he seems to be calm in the face of danger, but in fact, there are not many things that he can think of.

He forgot that what he was facing now was not the large swaths of little demons that made trouble in Luzhou, Beiju, which he was used to training against, nor was it the mortal army he faced when he was the commander-in-chief of Chentangguan in the Great Shang Dynasty. What he was facing now was a terrifying power that could single-handedly defeat all the underworld soldiers, penetrate a passage from the front, and frighten Marshal Tianpeng into panic.

He saw that the golden demon monkey had no intention of retreating. Instead, he stood still and looked at the heavenly soldiers and generals rushing from the opposite side. He looked at the three-foot-tall, ferocious giant spirit god. Not only was he not afraid, but Grinning.

"What kind of Mao god are you? You dare to threaten to let Lao Sun die?"

The cloak on the Mingguang Armor behind him unfolded, and Sun Wukong's figure disappeared on the spot, and then his figure condensed from the void, and came directly over the Giant Spirit God as if teleporting.

"Hit me!"

There was a loud bang, and the Giant Spirit God's Xuanhua ax was hit by Sun Wukong in the head, smashing it into pieces.

There is nothing to say about this. In the original work, the giant spirit god was defeated by Sun Wukong with a stick. Now Sun Wukong is even less likely to be his opponent. Even if the giant spirit god takes advantage of the power of the battle formation, it will still end up the same.

"puff!"

Swordsmen don't have eyesight, and Sun Wukong didn't expect that the vanguard of these hundreds of thousands of heavenly soldiers, who looked so heroic and extraordinary, would be such a idiot. This stick went down and directly smashed the giant spirit god into meat paste. The thousands of heavenly soldiers who had formed a battle formation behind him were also affected by this impact and fell to the ground one after another.

"Hey, it's so careless. Such a big man, but with a pustule on the ground, he died with just one blow." Sun Wukong looked at the giant spirit sauce on the ground with contempt, and continued walking forward.

Fortunately, this place is the underworld, and Sun Wukong's stick is all about physical strength and does no harm to the soul. Soon after, on top of the meat sauce spread, the spirit of the giant spirit god floated up with a halo of light.

At this time, he still looked confused, "Is it me you hit?"

"General, don't be stupid, the demon monkey has penetrated the nine-level military formation and is about to reach the commander!"

Next to him, the heavenly soldier who had just formed a battle formation with him and was knocked to the ground by Sun Wukong's stick pulled his spirit body and smiled bitterly: "I thought it was a troublemaker monster, but I didn't expect it to be so powerful."

"Indeed...not good!" The Giant Spirit God nodded and agreed, but suddenly screamed, "You have to protect the commander!"

"Please calm down for a while. We have already been beaten to death. If you are beaten to death again, your soul will be gone. There is no such rule in the military regulations of heaven."

On that day, Bing threw the upper body he had just raised back and lay on the ground.

Indeed, even if it is the Heavenly Court, it only wants people to die, and rushes to use everyone to their death. Even if the heavenly soldiers, even if they know that they cannot defeat the powerful, they still have to mutiny and rebel, the Heavenly Court will not allow such people. Something bad happened to Tianhe.

All heavenly troops clearly stipulate that after death, if they can preserve their spiritual bodies, they can leave the battlefield and hide secretly to protect themselves. After the war, you can either retrieve it yourself or have it retrieved by heaven, and then arrange for a unified free reincarnation.

Since he died on the battlefield, he was also allowed to mix a Heavenly Weapon Kung Fu into Meng Po Soup. With luck, after hundreds or even thousands of years, he would be able to ascend again and return to heaven... to continue serving as a soldier.

"That's right." The Giant Spirit God finally came to his senses, threw himself to the ground, and lay on the ground chatting with the heavenly soldiers. On a serious battlefield, if they encountered this kind of situation, they would never do something as suicidal as this. In the military training manual of the Heavenly Court, there are special instructions on how to avoid the flames of war, escape from the battlefield, and hide oneself after death. But now it is not a battle involving a large army. There is only one opponent, and he is obviously going to be an official. The small soldiers and generals like him have been knocked to the ground, so they will no longer be in danger.

"The commander must not be able to defeat that monster monkey, it's too strong." The giant spirit god recalled the shining golden stick, still feeling frightened in his heart. He is also a famous pioneer officer under King Li Tian. He has followed Li Jing for a long time and has some understanding of Li Jing's strength.

Although he only received one blow, the Giant Spirit God could tell that even if Li Jing was replaced, it would only be a matter of three or five blows. What's more, Sun Wukong was facing the military formation alone just now. According to common sense, he should have reserved more than 30% of his strength. If he really wanted to attack with all his strength, I'm afraid Li Jing would also be in trouble.

"I don't know if Lord Yan arranged for reincarnation on the spot after the commander-in-chief died, or whether he could return to heaven." The Giant Spirit God knew that there was a secret method in heaven that could allow people to avoid reincarnation and be resurrected. Although the cost was huge, for senior officials like Li Jing, Say, it's still worth it.

If Li Jing knew that before he had a fight with the demon monkey, his subordinates were thinking about whether they could join him after he died, he would be furious sooner or later.

"No wonder His Majesty issued an order requiring us to hold a military exercise. It turns out that he had expected this monster monkey to cause trouble, and specially arranged for us to intercept and kill him here."

Li Jing looked at Sun Wukong who walked forward effortlessly, breaking through the military formation as easily as he was trying to find his ancestral grave, and felt a little uneasy in his heart: "It's just Your Majesty, do you think too highly of these troops under your command? "

The army in heaven is more appropriately called an honor guard than an armed force. In this world of gods and demons that can destroy heaven and earth with a single wave of their hands, no matter how many lowly heavenly soldiers there are, they are not enough to defeat them.

In the original work, the boss of Shituoling swallowed 100,000 heavenly soldiers in one bite. With his Buddhist background, he was just led back by Manjusri Bodhisattva without any punishment. He could still continue to cause chaos in the lower realms when he returned.

In fact, the biggest role of the heavenly soldiers and generals is to clean up some miscellaneous soldiers such as demons and ghosts that have become a climate. Yang Gui had a famous question in his previous life: Can Sun Wukong/Erlang Shen beat Chu Renmei?
This was naturally reduced to a joke, and in the end Chu Renmei was turned into a concept god by the jokester. But they really have to face this situation here. A player who goes to Shituoling to be a little demon and has to treat Xiao Zhuanfeng to dinner and give gifts through the back door is definitely not worthy of the Jiutian Demon Patriarch.

Even if these little monsters gather together and there are thousands of people, they are not worthy of a powerful shot, so they will naturally be left to the heavenly soldiers. A place where so many demons and ghosts can form must have formed a dark place where evil spirits are causing chaos and causing disaster.

At this time, the greatest role of the heavenly soldiers is revealed, stationed. As we all know, mortal human men with sufficient Yang Qi, when gathered together, have the effect of warding off evil spirits and suppressing ghosts. Thousands of heavenly soldiers are stationed here, and no matter how big the evil evil is, they cannot last long.

It can be said that heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals are not used to fight against powerful forces. The green lion spirit had to go to great lengths to even capture Zhu Bajie. With such strength, he could still swallow 100,000 heavenly soldiers in one go, let alone the current Sun Wukong.

Li Jing clutched the knife and looked at the trembling Bian Zhuang and the almost collapsed Tenth Palace Yama next to him, sighing secretly in his heart. He knew that it would be for nothing if he went up, but he had to go up.

He has already received Xitian's social security, and if he continues to fish in the military exercises called by the Jade Emperor, he may not be able to escape the beheading knife on the Immortal Platform.

"Monkey, look at the knife!"

Li Jing waved a set of demon-subduing sword techniques passed down from the West, wrapped his head around his head, and chopped off Monkey King's monkey head.

In fact, the original intention of this knife was to slash diagonally from top to bottom, cutting from the neck to the chest. It's just that Li Jing is 1.85 meters tall and wears armor and combat boots, which makes him even taller, while Sun Wukong is just over 1 meter tall, so the gap is really too big.

Even if Li Jing adjusted the trajectory of the blade, he could only slice it past the monkey's brain above Sun Wukong's eyebrows.

"Clang!"

Sun Wukong held the stick, raised it up, and blocked Li Jing's knife. He looked at Li Jing and smiled and said: "You are a high-ranking official with some magic power. Please tell me your name!"

"What a monster..."

Although this sword was used by Li Jing to chop Sun Wukong, the shock from the golden cudgel made Li Jing's palm numb and he could hardly hold the sword. He suppressed the fear in his heart, snorted coldly, and said:

"I, the Grand Marshal of the Heavenly Arms, Li Jing, the Heavenly King of Tota, that monster monkey, why did you go to the Senluo Palace? What grievances you have, you can state it. I tell Lord Yan separately, don't make the same mistake over and over again, otherwise you will commit such a capital crime. Even if you are a golden immortal from Hunyuan Qi Taiyi, you will not be able to escape death on the demon-slaying platform!"

"Haha!" Sun Wukong chuckled: "Old Sun fought off the heavenly soldiers and beat them in front of you. You and I will avenge you. Those who have no strength deserve to die and be beaten to pieces by evil spirits for fun? You and these hellish dogs? The official is just a piece of shit, wait until I beat you all down, and then I'll tell you the difference!"

As he spoke, Sun Wukong raised his head and easily broke open Li Jing's knife, then he picked up the stick and was about to smash it.

But Li Jing is a general who has been fighting for a long time, so naturally he cannot quarrel with the enemy on the battlefield. The moment the knife collapsed, he shouted sharply: "Bian Zhuang, don't take action yet!"

Before Li Jing finished speaking, he felt an evil wind blowing against his face, and an overwhelming force came over him, giving him an overwhelming sense of fear. Li Jing was horrified. He originally thought that no matter how strong this monster monkey was, it could only surpass Taiyi's cultivation. Even Taiyi Golden Immortal, who was above Hunyuan Qi, would not be able to kill him in seconds.

Little did I know that this was far from the case. The Giant Spirit God speculated that Sun Wukong should have retained 30% of his power when he hit him with the stick just now, but in fact, Sun Wukong retained 90%. Now feeling the power of Li Jing's sword, Sun Wukong also added two more points of strength to his hand.

Fortunately, Li Jing is old. The old immortal does not mean that the corpse is a vegetarian. He has experienced the God Conferring War and has seen countless powerful people in heaven, and this time he played a role. He bit the tip of his tongue, barely regained his senses, and dodged to the side with all his strength.

"Clang!"

This seemed to be one sound, but in fact it was two sounds. Li Jing dodged his head, and Sun Wukong hit him on the shoulder with a stick. The Heavenly King's armor of the Heavenly Court barely had any protective effect, and half of his body along with the armor was smashed into pieces.

At the same time, a huge nine-tooth rake was nailed to Sun Wukong's waist, where the dragon's head swallowed his mouth.

Sun Wukong cast his gaze, and Bian Zhuang, who was holding the rake, immediately let go, took a few steps back, rubbed the back of his head and giggled: "Ah, haha, this, oh, the weather is really nice..."

"die!"

The shadow of the stick was like a mountain, whipping up a strong wind and hitting Bianzhuang head-on.

(End of this chapter)