Qi Tian Douluo of Douluo Dalu

There is no punching style, it is obviously a giant with a height of 20 meters, a fist as big as one meter, and there is no punching style in a vigorous swing.

Just as the corners of Sun Wukong's opponent's mouth raised, a weak and sharp voice sounded, "Be careful, the more restrained and concentrated the punch, the stronger the power will be."

Hearing the pale woman's reminder, the black shadow giant was about to block, but it was too late.

On the outer layer of Sun Wukong's fist, a transparent ball of light suddenly appeared to surround his fist, as if there was a little sun in the dark night.

The light ball only lasted for a second before it shattered with a bang, and the sound of explosion resounded throughout the audience.

The air on the entire coast seemed to be drawn by an invisible big hand, and suddenly rushed towards the broken transparent light ball, along with the coconut trees and the fine sand on the beach.

Countless vigor shot at the black shadow giant. Under such divine power, no one's figure could remain motionless. The black shadow giant was defenseless, resisting this terrifying blow with his chest.

click

The blood-red light bulb on the chest had been shattered, and under the chain reaction, the entire shadow giant began to collapse, scattered around as if it had been weathered.

With the greatest danger resolved, Sun Wukong didn't stop and turned to the damned bat.

The bat had no power to resist in front of Sun Wukong, and was slapped down in two or three hits. Like a mosquito with broken wings, she was caught by the pale woman.

Monkey King jumped in front of the woman, stretched his hand forward, and the golden cudgel flew towards him with interest. The woman suddenly let go of her guard, and the hard golden cudgel directly penetrated her body.

Blood carrying some fragments was spat out from her mouth. She hugged the golden cudgel with her hands and said intermittently: "Ahem, why did you come to kill us? It's because of the mutation of this martial spirit that we have fallen to this point. If you blame us for cannibalism, you will have to deal with it."

She pointed to the sky abruptly, "Shouldn't it be the sky that controls destiny?"

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Her pupils began to slack, and her head turned back stiffly. Lin Weiwei was pierced by a golden cudgel, which was very similar to hers, except that their backs were facing each other, and Lin Weiwei maintained the starting posture.

The pale woman looked stiffly at the boy next to her. When the boy fell from the air, she caught him. The woman smiled miserably and said in a voice that only she could hear: "Sima"

Before finishing speaking, the woman's head drooped, and Lin Weiwei's heart lost its vitality at this time.

The golden cudgel quickly retracted, and when it broke away from the two corpses, it also brought out two bloody arrows.

Sun Wukong didn't speak, and went straight to the last of the three, the boy who controlled the shadow.

Monkey King raised his foot, aimed at the boy's head, and stepped on it.

"You don't even want to move your hands? In your opinion, are we so dirty?"

Sun Wukong withdrew his feet and said: "The main reason is that I have no strength. You still have some strength. Compared with ordinary soul emperors, you are much stronger. The special nature of your martial soul has caused me a lot of trouble."

"The thing that brought us such a tragic fate can only cause you some trouble. How humble." Sima sighed as he lay on the ground.

Sun Wukong raised his feet again, and Sima stopped him again and asked: "Let me ask you what do you think about Fen, Fanyin, and we blame God for cannibalism."

Sun Wukong leaned on the golden cudgel and said: "It's all bullshit. That girl wanted to delay time and plant seeds of guilt in Lao Sun's heart, but it was all a child's trick."

"Oh, really? I don't believe it. Geniuses like you shouldn't be idealistic," Sima questioned with a smile.

Sun Wukong squatted down and said, "Let me ask you, have you ever tried to resist this tragic fate? Even if you are weaker than it, have you tried? This is a question to you from a great demon who has changed your destiny."

Sun Wukong's words caught Sima off guard. Sima thought for a moment and smiled: "Can fate be resisted or modified? You are indeed an idealist."

"Fate is very strong. The Monkey King has succumbed once. During the time of surrender, just like you began to accept the man-eating selves, the Monkey King has obtained his own happiness." Monkey King seemed to think of something happy,

"But that's not Monkey King, so he devoted himself to practice until he has the ability to resist, and changed his fate."

After speaking, Sun Wukong saw Sima's unbelieving look, and he continued: "Apart from whether fate can change this, what do you think of your fate compared to soul beasts? They are born to be hunted by people, and everyone only values ​​their souls. Rings, flesh, bones, everything is put to good use, as if it were really one thing. Do you think this is better than you?"

When Sima heard this, he smiled and said, "It turns out that our life is not bad. Besides, you made a mistake. I don't know if they like it or not, but I hate me like this."

This time, Monkey King raised his foot again and stepped on it directly, as if a watermelon had been smashed, a scene appeared under his feet.

Sun Wukong's body shook, and his reluctant expression completely disappeared. He turned his head and looked up, and said: "After all, it's just strength. Only those with enough strength have the right to make decisions. Remember this."

At this time, the clone jumped into the sky and disappeared on this seaside, leaving the three corpses in place. Maybe they will be considered victims of natural disasters tomorrow.

Being swept up in the air by the storm, being pierced by gravel, being thrown on the ground by the wind and smashing your head, trying to fool yourself, it couldn't be easier.

Back at the beginning of the battle, the three-eyed golden beast pestered Sun Wukong and asked: "Brother Monkey, can you have something with a sound? It's not exciting enough if there is no sound."

This is the Xuanguang Mirror. How to match the sound? Sun Wukong thought in distress.

After thinking for a while, Sun Wukong solved this problem. He contacted the avatar and projected the avatar's divine sense on the Xuanguang mirror, so that there would be sound.

Just considering the hidden dangers of the three-eyed Jinyi, and thinking about the enthusiasm of the three-eyed Jinni for cultivation, Sun Wukong gave an instruction to the avatar, don't do it too quickly, these people will definitely break their mouths before they die.

Things were just as Sun Wukong expected. It was even too coincidental. The enemy actually brought up the issue of fate and strength. It was logical to let the clones reflect the role of strength. I hope this can stimulate the three-eyed monster to practice.

Sun Wukong thought this, and then he was shaken crazily by the three-eyed golden beast, "Brother Monkey, please change to the next one. I want to watch it, it's so interesting."

The corner of Sun Wukong's mouth twitched as he thought: What kind of understanding is there about playing the piano with a cow? Can the emperor's auspicious beast be a little enterprising?

After urging a few times, the three-eyed Jin Yi seemed to think of something, "No, the other two are still climbing, it's not pretty, so let's forget it."

The three-eyed Jin Yang doesn’t want to see it anymore, so will she go to practice?