The Monkey King

Jumping directly from the mountain pass, the monkey ran wildly along with Yang Chan.

Behind them were the screams of countless heavenly soldiers, and a signal flare shot into the sky, exploded, and released a conspicuous red smoke. The warships in the distance beat their war drums and blew their horns.

Countless figures soared from the battleship, and more heavenly soldiers were coming, densely packed like a swarm of bees.

The monkey turned his head and found that Yang Chan, who was flying in the air beside him, had an indescribable solemn look on his face.

In the slowly dissipating yellow smoke behind her, six or seven heavenly soldiers and generals who were not deeply poisoned spread their wings and were chasing them.

Turning around, Yang Chan stared at the six or seven silver figures pursuing in the distance, and shouted softly: "Run."

"What?"

"I told you to run! Use the hidden energy technique that the old man taught you. Don't run along the mountain road as far as you want. Don't come back! I will find you!" Yang Chan had determination in his eyes.

After taking off her hairband and tying her sleeves, her figure slowly rose, and dozens of magical weapons of various colors were sacrificed.

"I'm really not good at close combat, but at a distance, these guys aren't enough for me!"

Immediately afterwards, in the monkey's horrified eyes, the wind flew up.

Three stones formed a triangle in the air, with a round shield looming on it, engraved with a unicorn totem.

The sword in his hand fell away and instantly split into hundreds of thin swords of the same size, forming a sword array.

A rope flew up into the air, expanded rapidly, and turned into a giant snake ten feet long.

Dozens of beans were sprinkled on the ground and quickly implanted into the soil. Dozens of tree monsters waving long vines emerged from the ground.

A gorgeous blanket flew into the sky, spinning out of thin air, and a red magic circle lit up on the ground.

The white mink velvet covering her long hair quietly broke away, turning into two white nine-tailed foxes that fell to the ground and hissed.

…

Behind Yang Chan, two phantom-like white wings stretched out. She held a green leaf between her two fingers and put it into her mouth. The sweet melody resounded throughout the valley, and the released magic weapon seemed to jump for joy.

Colorful brilliance shines in the sky.

The red light of the lotus lantern behind him gradually became dazzling.

At this time, Yang Chan was like the God of War descending from the sky.

Seeing this scene, the monkey couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"This girl is more thoughtful than her brother, and she only thinks about revenge. Although Yang Jian also thinks about revenge, her practice of practicing the Way of the Walker is not bad, and it has become a driving force. But her... her pharmacology, single prescription, and weapon-making skills She is very proficient, even I dare not say that my understanding is deeper than hers."

Only then did he understand the meaning behind what Yu Ding said.

After a thousand years of time and a thousand years of battles, in addition to her unimprovable cultivation, alchemy, weapon smelting, and imperial arts, she has already cultivated various methods of the Enlightenment Way to the extreme.

Even in the Three-Star Cave of the Setting Moon, Subhuti could not completely predict her next move.

The monkey stopped and looked at all this in a daze, looking at Yang Chan's hanging back.

The perseverance in the eyes of the woman in front of her has already been baptized by thousands of years of war.

In the distance, the heavenly soldiers and generals who were chasing after them were dumbfounded when they saw this scene, and immediately slowed down, wondering whether they should continue to move forward.

"You...won't leave?"

Lingfeng swept Yang Chan's long hair, and a smile slowly appeared on her face: "Someone must stop them. These are old opponents, and I am familiar with their fighting styles."

"What about you?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything I'm not sure about." Yang Chan turned around and smiled sweetly at the monkey: "In the worst case scenario, I still have a brother. And if you are caught, it will be over."

That look was so beautiful that the monkey couldn't bear to look at it.

Do you want to leave Yang Chan and run away?

He couldn't help but froze.

The pursuing heavenly soldiers did not dare to step forward, but in the distant sky, countless heavenly soldiers flying from the battleship had spread their wings and glided towards them, blocking out the sky and the sun.

"Hurry up and leave. I have fought with these people countless times and know how to deal with them." Yang Chan raised his head and said slowly: "As long as you remember your promise, I will look for you later. "

There was no room for any more hesitation, and the monkey knew that Yang Chan was right.

Someone must cut off the rear, and that person cannot be Monkey, it can only be Yang Chan, who is stronger and better at fighting, and more familiar with his opponents.

Opening his legs, the monkey gritted his teeth, suppressed his spiritual power fluctuations, and ran as fast as he could.

"Don't die...Yang Chan." He murmured softly.

Behind him, Yang Chan faced the sky full of silver armor alone.

…

As night falls, countless heavenly soldiers fly in groups around the Kunlun Mountains with Jinxia Cave as the center, casting several lighting beams towards the ground from time to time.

Yang Chan had been arrested, and Ling Yunzi and Shi Yuxuan were directly trapped in Jinxia Cave, with heavy troops guarding the outside.

As for the monkey, the heavenly soldiers chased him all afternoon and instead of catching him, they lost track of him.

The search area gradually expanded toward the outskirts of Kunlun Mountain.

In the blinding night, two heavenly soldiers held torches high and flew over a mountain forest.

One of the heavenly soldiers seemed to have seen something, and he suddenly opened his bow and shot an arrow downwards.

"What did you find?"

"I don't know, it seems...it's him. But it doesn't seem like it's him."

The two heavenly soldiers looked at each other, and one of them threw the torch in his hand towards the landing point of the arrow.

The torch fell onto a lush green grassland and burned creakingly.

After circling twice more in the sky, the two heavenly soldiers pulled out their swords and carefully lowered them.

"You didn't see my arrow. Did it really hit?"

"Look, there's blood on this leaf!"

In one sentence, the two immediately leaned back to back and looked around nervously.

One of them waved a torch and looked at the ground: "There is blood, go that way."

"Chase!"

The two of them walked towards the side, but did not dare to go too fast for fear of being ambushed.

After chasing for about thirty or forty feet, they saw a dying elk lying on the ground.

There is a silver arrow stuck in the belly of the elk, and the feathers at the end have the mark of the Tianhe Navy.

Seeing this scene, the two men slowly breathed a sigh of relief and put down the long knives in their hands.

"It turns out to be an elk."

One of them walked over, stepped on the deer's belly and pulled out the arrow, blood splattering on his armor.

He put the arrowhead on the grass and wiped away the blood, then put the arrowhead into the quiver.

"Hey... what a hassle. Just to find a monkey? A monkey that doesn't even have a name on the wanted list. Haha... let a bunch of us keep searching. Isn't it just to vent his anger on his grandson? ? It’s such a waste of time, where can we vent our anger?” He let out a long sigh.

"Now it's not just as simple as venting his anger on his grandson. Fifty soldiers died and more than two hundred people were injured. One of them was a general in the realm of gods. There is no reason. Do you just forget it when you go back to the marshal meeting?"

"Didn't you catch a girl today? Don't you want to take the blame?"

"That's Yang Chan."

"Yang Chan?!" Another heavenly soldier was immediately horrified: "Yang... Yang Jian's sister? Why is she here?"

"God knows, the captain doesn't have the guts to deal with her. If the demon monkey is blamed, he can be killed directly. If he goes back, he will be blamed for poor command. If she is blamed, how can the great vassal king Yang Jian just let it go? If he turns around, everything will be turned over. It’s out. I think it’s a good thing that I didn’t catch him, but if I caught the captain, it would be even more of a headache.”

The two were silent for a while, and one of them said: "There is the sound of water over there. I'll go over and wash the armor. If the blood stains are not washed away quickly, I'm afraid it will be difficult to wash off in the future. The marshal attaches great importance to the military appearance. He will catch it later. It’s miserable.”

"Um."

Walking carelessly in the woods, the two of them occasionally held torches to shine here and there.

"Do you think the monkey could be here?"

"It shouldn't be possible. Just pretend. If it were me, I would definitely have escaped to the periphery now."

When the two heavenly soldiers walked away, a furry hand stretched out from the straw pile on the side, grabbed the tree trunk on the side, and made a deep mark.

A furry body slowly stood up from the pile of straw.

The crescent moon poked its head out from the flowing clouds, illuminating the monkey's shoulder, which was a bloody mess - the result of forcibly pulling out the arrow.