Big dreamer

As he spoke, Shen Luo involuntarily took out the Zhenhai iron stick and danced on the cliff with the movements of Sun Wukong.

At first, his movements were a little stiff, but after a few rounds, the Zhenhai iron stick was already whistling in his hands, and his movements became quite smooth.

However, Shen Luo knew that his smoothness was only based on his grasp of the details of the movements. In fact, it was just a kind of imitation, and it was still far from reaching the realm of godlikeness.

At this time, in the crystal wall picture, it was no longer just the Jiao Demon King and the Yuxiong Demon King who were fighting with the Ape King. The third demon king had already joined in.

He was over ten feet tall, and although he had a human body, he had a ferocious lion head with green face and fangs. He held a golden ring knife in his big hand like a palm leaf fan. He and the other two surrounded the Golden Armored Ape King in the center and fought hard.

For a while, the flashes of swords and shadows were dazzling.

Shen Luo stared at the picture in the crystal wall, his mind gradually immersed in it. Originally just following the steps, his movements became faster and faster, and his mind was gradually integrated into the picture scroll unconsciously.

In a trance, Shen Luo seemed to enter the crystal wall and merge with the golden armored ape king. The ape king's every move, twisting and turning, became his movement.

Originally just a similar stick technique, at this moment, it began to enter the spirit from the form, and then from the spirit into the form. All the essence of the stick technique began to merge into Shen Luo's soul. At this moment, he finally understood the true meaning of this set of overwhelming sticks.

In the crystal wall picture, the ape king's figure suddenly spun up like a gyroscope, and the golden hoop in his hand whistled and swung, the wind was loud, and countless stick shadows swept out, covering the surrounding world. .

In an instant, the swift offensive of the Yuxiong Demon King, the Jiao Demon King and the Lion Demon King were all shaken away, and their figures were also forced back by the sky full of stick shadows.

After the three of them landed gracefully, they stopped attacking and stopped one by one. They all clasped their fists and praised the Golden Armored Ape King.

Sun Wukong rolled in midair and landed slowly. When he was about to put away the stick in his hand, his eyes suddenly flashed, and he turned his head to look up into the sky. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and a belligerent look appeared on his face.

A huge black shadow covered the sky, and a huge demon roc that almost covered the entire mountain came flapping its wings and whistled sharply at the bottom.

When Shen Luo saw its figure appear, he immediately woke up from the feeling of being immersed in the painting, but he only felt that the body of the demon roc looked a little familiar, and it was very similar to the Kunpeng that swallowed him in the stomach before at the East China Sea.

With this doubt in his mind, he focused on observing the demon roc. As a result, under its wings, he saw a golden feather and a silver feather on the left and right. The length, shape, light and color were exactly the same as the ones he picked up.

"Is it really the same one?"

When Shen Luo was surprised, the huge demon roc in the sky in the crystal wall had rolled up, and the black light around it was reduced, and it turned into a handsome man in a black cloak and floated down.

Unlike the three demon kings in front, when it transformed into a human body, it did not retain any demon characteristics, and looked like a mortal.

Shen Luo noticed that under its cloak, it was wearing a silver armor with inscriptions carved on it, which was very gorgeous. However, under the armor, the demon roc was bare-chested, and the exposed skin was white and blue, and the blood vessels on it were visible. With a white and flawless face, it looked a bit feminine.

The demon roc raised his chin towards Sun Wukong, and said a few words, as if he wanted to learn from him, but the latter could not wait any longer, and he raised the golden hoop in his hand, kicked the ground with one foot, and rushed towards the demon roc.

The moonlight under Sun Wukong's feet dispersed, and the Oblique Moon Step suddenly started. The moment his body approached, a palm stretched out, and a rune appeared in the palm, with a seal character "ding" in the center, and slapped it down on the head of Yao Peng.

As soon as Yao Peng was about to move, he was entangled by the golden light emitted by the palm-fixing rune. His body stiffened and stood still.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop reached forward and hit him under the jaw.

"It can't be so weak, right?" Shen Luo felt a strange feeling in his heart.

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the corner of Yao Peng's mouth grinning, and a smile appeared on his face. His figure instantly disappeared silently from the spot.

Shen Luo's expression could not help but change slightly. With his insight, he couldn't see how Yao Peng escaped for a while.

However, Sun Wukong in the picture didn't seem to be surprised at all. He jumped up with the golden hoop stick without any hesitation and flew directly into the sky. He suddenly swung the golden hoop stick in his hand to the void somewhere above, and a huge shadow of the stick rose from the ground, as tall as a mountain.

Wherever the golden hoop stick passed, a strong energy rushed into the sky, directly tearing the clouds in the sky above his head, and the figure of the demon roc also emerged.

He grabbed the air with one hand, and a Fang Tian Hua Ji appeared in his palm. He jumped and rushed towards Sun Wukong.

It's a long story from the two people's fight to now, but in fact it's just a blink of an eye. It wasn't until this moment that they really fought and hit each other. One had the shadow of the moon under him, and the other was surrounded by green light. Sometimes they separated, sometimes they joined, sometimes they were far away, sometimes they were close.

Both of them were very fast, and Shen Luo had to concentrate to barely keep up with their movements.

I saw Sun Wukong swinging a golden hoop without stopping, and the stick was splashing in the sky like clouds and flowing water. The shadows of the stick split apart with his rapid swing, and the powerful aura that stirred between the heaven and the earth was actually condensed. Not scattered.

Yao Peng also used his long halberd with unparalleled precision. Although it seemed not as thick and heavy as the golden cudgel, the halberd body and the golden cudgel collided repeatedly, but every blow was extremely light. With the force of four or two thousand kilograms, all of Sun Wukong's attacks were hit. Block them one by one.

The two of them had passed more than a hundred moves in the blink of an eye. Shen Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly realized that something was wrong. Every blow from the golden cudgel seemed to come randomly, and there seemed to be no connection between them, but with the shadow of the stick, There are more and more traces left behind, and a seemingly chaotic and unorganized network gradually emerges.

"Wonderful! Fortunately, I just thought that it was all about throwing the sky and the stick into the sky. It turns out that there is a sky beyond the sky. The Monkey King is really extraordinary. He can actually use the stick method to control the formation and establish rules between the heaven and the earth." Shen Luo couldn't help but exclaimed.

As soon as he finished speaking, as Sun Wukong struck down another stick, a wave of ripples suddenly arose in the void, spreading along the shadow of the stick, and soon connected all the remaining traces of the stick shadow in the void.

I saw all the stick shadows connected with each other, and a golden light formation suddenly emerged. All the stick shadows gathered towards the center, crisscrossing and weaving a cage like a bird's nest, trapping the demon roc in it.

The golden light glowed above the shadow of the stick, and an invisible coercion squeezed from all directions. The space around the Demon Peng was completely blocked, leaving no room for movement. No matter how dexterous the halberd in his hand was, he did not dare to collide with the golden cudgel. He could only He kept twisting his body, but it didn't help.