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

"Li Jing, you really can't stop eating shit, you are as sinister as ever!"

Sun Wukong said angrily.

"No, Tianpeng, God, did you do well just now without fighting alone? Why did you get killed in one move with me? Are you acting like me?" Li Jing, who was lying on the ground unable to get up, cursed at Bian Zhuang.

"Speak of your mother, can't you see that the monster monkey has applied more force? I blocked it for a while, what did you do? Yin people, Yin people, are you going to move?" Bian Zhuang was also furious.

As soon as he was afraid, the Nine-turn Great Return Elixir retreated, and most of the five qi in his chest were dissipated. In addition, Sun Wukong added a little more strength, which was naturally incomparable to before. While he was angry, Li Jing farted again. He wanted to use a rake to make nine bloody holes in Li Jing's head.

"Monkey, if you want to kill him, kill him. Old Bian and I deserve to die, but there is one thing. You have to kill old Yincoin Li Jing in front of my eyes first, otherwise I will not die in peace!"

"Well, you are a man. I also hate this person named Li, just like you said!" Sun Wukong turned his head and looked at Li Jing with the stick in hand.

"My name is hard to know, like Yin. I set up formations like chess and play big chess. This is art. Do you understand?" Li Jing, who claimed to be well versed in the art of war, cried feebly while lying on the ground.

"Underworld is also among your commanders in heaven. I only want to take your life, but I don't want your soul to be scattered." The golden cudgel pointed at Li Jing's face, and Sun Wukong sneered: "Remember in the next life, those conspiracies and tricks must be based on strength, otherwise Don’t play around!”

"Oh, what a mouthful." Li Jing closed his eyes. Being killed by the monster monkey is still considered a death in battle, which is better than going back without the tower and being killed by Nezha.

But just between the stalls, I heard a whistle, and then someone roared like thunder: "Marshal, Emperor, don't panic! Monster monkey, don't show off your cruelty, your grandpa Binglinggong is here!"

The Ten Palaces of Yama finally showed a bit of the presence that the Lord of the Underworld should have in the home field, and ten people shouted in unison: "Third Prince!"

Li Jing also breathed a sigh of relief, "Tianhua save me!"

Sun Wukong turned around and squinted at the place where the sound came from.

I saw a young general flying from the horizon, sitting on a jade unicorn, nine feet tall, with a face like mutton fat, exposed eyes, and a tiger-like leopard walking; his head was held in a bun, his waist was tied with a hemp ribbon, and his feet were on straw shoes. Holding two huge silver hammers, a sword on his waist, and a treasure bag tied around his waist, he looks very heroic.

"Uncle, don't panic, God is coming!"

This person is none other than Huang Tianhua, the Third Prince of Bingling Duke, the direct descendant of the Chan Sect for three generations.

Huang Tianhua drove the jade unicorn on the clouds and quickly came to his eyes from the horizon, protecting Li Jing and Bian Zhuang behind him, holding hammers in both hands, and confronted Sun Wukong. He glared and shouted: "Monster, do you recognize Huang Tianhua!"

"Old Sun is the demon king overseas in Dongsheng Shenzhou. He doesn't recognize the treacherous minister who takes his father away from his master." Sun Wukong has followed Yang Gui for three hundred years. He has never heard any gossip, so he gave Huang Tianhua a hand to raise his blood pressure.

"Oh, I..." Sure enough, Huang Tianhua's face, as white as powder, instantly turned pink, "My family is following the will of heaven and resisting tyranny. What do you know!"

"Yes, yes, how could I understand? When he was a child, he was stolen by human traffickers from the Chan Sect. After he returned from school, he fought against his own father's leader in the first battle. He caused the seventh generation of the Huang family's loyal and righteous King Wucheng to rebel against the Shang Dynasty. He was beaten to death, but he relied on his backers to revive and plot against others."

Sun Wukong smashed his mouth and shook his head, "I am also the lord of a mountain and the demon king of a cave. If I have a general like this, I will cover my face and commit suicide in shame. Oh, we wild monkeys in the mountains can do nothing. Understand, how can we understand the shame of you old gods?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Huang Tianhua hadn't been beaten yet. Smoke was coming from the top of his angry head, as if it was on fire. He roared angrily: "Monster, it doesn't matter if you insult my father and son. If you dare to insult the teachings, that's a heinous crime!"

"Look at it, look at it, scold your biological father for nothing, scold your master, the human trafficker who stole the child, a crime of death."

Sun Wukong stroked his stick and sneered: "How about you being old gods? What kind of father and son? There is a family over there who will kill their father if they don't have a tower, and here is a family who scolds his father for nothing. This is part of the selection criteria of the Heavenly Court. Is there a rule that no one can become an immortal unless he lacks father’s love?”

"Oh, go ahead... kill him, Tianhua, kill him for me!" Huang Tianhua didn't even realize what was going on. Li Jing, who had just been blown up from the tower, cursed angrily, with a voice loud enough to fill his lungs. He was coughing up blood, "Monkey, you must die a happy death!"

"Uncle, don't worry, this bully will definitely be killed!" Huang Tianhua could no longer hold back, he picked up the hammer and hit Sun Wukong with it.

Sun Wukong dodged and returned with a chopping stick, still smiling and saying: "Take my dog's life, why are you beating me? I'm a monkey!"

"Monkey, don't you dare to use your words and dare to insult my teachings. Even if you escape for nine days, you will not escape with your life!" Huang Tianhua's two silver hammers danced like windmills, slamming them hard.

"Oh, I'm scared to death. Do you have the ability to ask Yuanshi Tianzun to come down from the chaos and beat me?"

Sun Wukong used the golden hoop to hold his hammer without any difficulty, "Even if Yuanshi Tianzun comes to the earth for the old man, I kowtow and call him uncle, and he and my master will be separated. You are a grandson. Do you still dare to show off in front of Lao Sun? "

"Fart, my ancestor, you, the old man, are you a monster who can get in touch with relatives? Die!" Huang Tianhua's eyes turned red with hatred.

After all, he was a fierce man who was famous during the period of being a god. Later, he was granted the title of Prince Binlinggong of the Three Mountains of Zhenzhen and Mount Tai. His incense in the mortal world was endless, and his cultivation was even more advanced. This underworld is his home field again, showing The strength displayed is by no means comparable to that of Li Jing and Bian Zhuang.

The pair of bright silver hammers with eight-petal plum blossoms were pressed down, looking left and right, with their heads turned to protect themselves. The golden light hit the ground, and the sky was filled with lightning. A child can tell whether to advance or retreat based on his heart, and when money comes down, it depends on whether it is high or low. A cluster of flowers, auspicious clouds and colorful flowers; a cluster of brocade, with vertical and horizontal textures. The real thing is: the flying frost covers the white snow, and the sizzling rain sprinkles the ice.

A pair of silver hammers danced like a pool of silver auspicious clouds, and also like a huge snowball, rolling and rolling, covering Sun Wukong's whole body without any omissions.

But when Sun Wukong swung a golden cudgel, it was really impenetrable. The stick entered the long dragon, went in and out as he wished, and easily blocked Huang Tianhua's hammer from the stand. No matter how good he is at hammering, he can't make any progress.

"Dang-dang-dang-dang!"

There was a rapid sound of gold and iron clashing together, and sparks flew everywhere. As the saying goes, an inch long is an inch strong. Even though Huang Tianhua's silver hammer was huge, it was only over three feet long, while the golden hoop was two feet long. Sun Wukong wielded his stick with one hand and danced with a few stick flowers, which was enough to block Huang Tianhua's one or twenty hammers.

He smiled behind the stick flower and said: "My son, the righteous God of Mount Tai is really capable. He is not like those pustified marshals and generals who play tricks with Lao Sun!" "This monster monkey is so tough! I am incense from Sanshan. The mana of the Yin Sacrifice increases very quickly. In this underworld, the Senluo Treasure Hall is even comparable to the Great Luo Golden Immortal. After fighting for so long, I can't even defeat him. "

Huang Tianhua's strength was a bit lower than Nezha's during the Battle of the Gods. But later on, Nezha's body was transformed into a lotus and his body became a saint. However, his soul was on the list and he was made a god and sat in the temple. His strength growth was very different.

The advantage of Nezha is that no matter how strong he is, he belongs to himself. No matter where he fights, what is his is his. However, the disadvantage is that his strength does not grow as fast as Huang Tianhua and has as many bonuses.

Huang Tianhua, the righteous god of the three mountains and the Duke of Binling of Mount Tai, was so popular that even the emperors in the world would climb Mount Tai east to worship heaven. After hundreds of years, his strength has already reached the peak of Taiyi, much more than Nezha. . Especially in this underworld, there is a home field bonus, and the strength is comparable to Daluo Jinxian.

Although he pulled out Taishan and Yincao, Huang Tianhua's strength would probably drop to the early stage of Taiyi. If Taishan was missing and the sacrifices were cut off, his strength would even drop to that of Taiyi. But in this underworld where incense flourishes, he is Daluo Jinxian.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't take down this monster monkey. Huang Tianhua's blows became more and more urgent. Sweat was already dripping from his temples, but the demon monkey opposite him was still relaxed and carefree, as if he didn't seem to be serious at all.

"open!"

After another moment of beating, Huang Tianhua raised both hammers together and smashed them together, knocking Sun Wukong back a few steps. Then he slapped his waist and shouted: "Go!" Then a white light flashed out from his waist, hitting Sun Wukong's throat.

"blow!"

The speed of this white light was so fast that it penetrated Sun Wukong's throat in less than the blink of an eye. Before Huang Tianhua could be happy, he saw that not only was Sun Wukong's throat pierced, but his entire body began to fall apart along with the hole in his throat.

What this white light penetrated turned out to be an afterimage.

Who is Sun Wukong? He is tortured by Yang Gui every day to learn skills, and his absolute strength is speed. He saw a flash of white light in the corner of his eye, and the clouds rose up naturally under his feet, taking him flying thousands of miles away.

As soon as Huang Tianhua saw Sun Wukong's body disintegrating, he secretly screamed, and pinched the magic formula in his hand to recall the treasure. Unexpectedly, Sun Wukong retreated tens of thousands of miles, and suddenly returned to the same place, stretched out his hand, and caught the white light in his hand.

Sun Wukong caught the white light in his hand. The white light vibrated "buzzing" in his hand and was extremely hot, constantly trying to burn his palm.

"Still moving? Be honest!" Sun Wukong shouted sharply, veins popped up in his hands, and he grabbed the white light with all his strength. The white light struggled twice and finally stopped, like a dead snake with its head hanging down.

Sun Wukong raised his eyes and saw that the white light in his hand turned into a short sword, about two feet long. The hilt and hilt were not clearly visible. It was obviously a specialized flying sword. On the handle of the sword, there are two ancient seal characters embroidered with gold thread, "Moye".

"Master Sun once said that there are two treasures in the Ziyang Cave Town of Qingfeng Mountain. One is the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan, and the other is Mo Xie's Sword. This must be it." Sun Wukong held Mo Xie's Sword and smiled at Huang Tianhua: " Mr. Bingling, do you have the Five Fires and Seven Birds Fan? Send it to Lao Sun!"

"What a monster..." Huang Tianhuaqi's lips trembled. It's not enough to steal a magic weapon from me. Are you still thinking about something else? "Look at this again!"

Huang Tianhua reached out and pulled out something from the treasure bag at his waist, raised his hand and threw it at Sun Wukong. Following his move, a red light turned into a fire dragon and attacked Sun Wukong.

This was the Fire Dragon Dart that Huang Tianhua captured from the enemy general Chen Tong during the Battle of the Gods. He used it to kill Yu Qing and Chen Geng, and injured Lu Yue's leg. In his hands, it can be said that he has made great achievements in battle.

"It's a small skill, just try your flying sword." Sun Wukong chuckled and threw Moye's sword in front of him. The sword turned into a white light that was several times faster than when it came, and hit the fire dragon.

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the fire dragon turned into a fiery red dart and landed on the ground, and the white light continued to fly towards Huang Tianhua.

"what?"

Huang Tianhua was shocked. He originally wanted to take advantage of the fire dragon dart to hit Sun Wukong off guard with a hammer. Unexpectedly, when the Moye sword first came into Sun Wukong's hands, it turned out to be stronger than when it was in his own hands. After knocking down the fire dragon dart, he still Have energy to spare.

"Whose family does this sword of yours belong to? You are really a traitor." Huang Tianhua cursed. He had already raised his hammers and had no time to change his moves. He could only knock the hammer outward with his left hand, deflecting the movement of Moye's sword. The hammer in his right hand remained the same. Smash down.

"Clang!"

There was a crisp sound, and the golden hoop held the silver hammer. Sun Wukong smiled and said: "You young general, you are so ignorant. A good bird chooses a tree to live in, and a treasure chooses its owner to serve. If you are a virtuous man, this sword belongs to you. You can't use it, but it shines brightly in the hands of Old Sun. That's a given."

"Fart!" Huang Tianhua pressed down hard with his right hand, wrestling with Sun Wukong, "If you are wise enough, return Grandpa's sword quickly, otherwise you will alert my old mentor and your life will be in danger!"

"If you lose the fight, you have to go back to your parents. Do you want to save face? Another thing to remind you, you are undoubtedly a good young general. Don't imitate Li Jingjing's dirty tricks."

Since ancient times, boring sticks, sticks, axes, hammers, and maces have all been heavy, and they are good at head-on confrontation. Along the way, Sun Wukong rarely encounters an opponent who can fight easily, so naturally he mentioned it one more time.

"Hehe, thank you for reminding me!" Hearing this, Huang Tianhua suddenly smiled, then turned his wrist, hung his left hammer on his wrist, and then flicked the back of his hand. The flames were dazzling, and a golden light seven inches and five inches long came out of the palm.

This is the heart-saving nail that killed the four generals and the four kings of the Demon Family during the Conferred God War!
When the fire dragon dart was launched, Huang Tianhua withdrew his hand to guide the dart, with the palm of his hand facing forward, so that people could clearly see what was in his hand. Because he raised his hand to fire, it was also called "yang-handed dart" in the concealed weapon technique. Firstly, it looked upright, and secondly, It has space to store energy and is powerful.

And now his method of beating people's hearts is called "Yinshou Dart". The action of turning the wrist, moving the elbow forward, and only bending the forearm to swing forward is much weaker, but it is unexpected and unpreventable. It is absolutely first-class. It is suitable for such a close-to-face confrontation.

A ray of fire went straight to Sun Wukong's heart. Facing this ray of fire, even Sun Wukong felt his body tremble. This could really threaten his own existence.

He didn't dare to bet on whether the Dragon Clan's Mingguang Armor could block this blow. The golden cudgel was still in his front hand and could not be turned around. He could only let go of one hand, point with one hand, and face the fire.

"War Emperor's Glazed Sky Shattering Finger!" (End of this chapter)