Peach Blossom Comes Back

"This world is not yours alone."

The Spirit King's voice was still a little weak, but his words were resounding, and even though he was in a mess all over, his raised eyes were still burning with dancing fire.

This world is not yours alone, how could you be so rampant.

The voice fell, accompanied by the rocks rising from the forest in the mountains, and the piles of rocks swelled up layer by layer at the feet of King Ling, and they shot up into the sky like broken bamboo, and the height was thousands of miles away.

Looking down at the black shadow in the lower place, the spirit of Lingyun suddenly arose in his heart, he clasped the golden cudgel tightly with both hands, and leaned down with a loud shout.

The blow of the stick caused dust to scatter, and the neighing of the wind was still in my ears, and I arrived in front of the black figure in a blink of an eye.

The force on the wrist was even worse, when the magic weapon fell, there was a dull sound, which actually caused the black figure to be knocked far away, and dozens of vigorous old trees were blocked by its waist.

The black gauze hat fell to the ground, and a half-length hair fell on the shoulders.

Turning over to stand up from the broken branches, stroking the scratches on the corners of the eyes with slender fingers, "You are really bold." He said with the corners of his lips hooked.

He raised his hand and condensed a bolt of lightning that galloped away, directly approaching the face of King Ling.

The Golden Cudgel swam and twirled around his body, showing an irresistible fighting spirit. After all, he had passed through too many battlefields, and the magic weapon that used to measure water calmly also had the consciousness of looking down on the battlefield.

Swinging his body to meet him, Ming Huang's figure was even more gorgeous in the light and shadow.

A silver-purple photoelectricity came galloping, intertwined with the biting snake, and a yellow light rushed forward desperately.

moment--

Collided, twisted together.

As if inseparable, they are entangled together, the rotating lights and shadows are indistinguishable from yellow and purple, and the sound of Zizi's mana colliding can be heard.

At the most difficult time, a white light flashed in the sky.

"Goku!"

A white dragon hangs in mid-air, with a familiar figure of the Spirit King beside him.

Glancing away from the corner of the eye, half of his body was covered in cold sweat instantly. As soon as such an opening came out, the purple leaping lightning immediately pierced through the shoulder blades of the Spirit King, and the scarlet blood half-wet his clothes in the blink of an eye.

Intertwined figures parted to push out an opposing edge.

The tip of the tongue licked off the blood sticking to the fingertips, and the slender eyes raised to look at the figure standing beside the dragon, and then fell back to the body of King Ling.

It's not a searching gaze, but another kind, finally getting what you want.

That gaze made King Ling even more suspicious, he turned around and jumped towards the place where the white dragon was staying, ignoring the blood bubbling from his shoulder.

"Stupid monkey, why are you here, go back quickly!"

Just as Dragon God expected, the monster directly skipped him.

Ao Guang in white stood there proudly, but a trace of loneliness and sourness flashed in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

The monkey monster asked angrily, and didn't even have time to take a good look at the wound on the monster's shoulder blade.

The eloquent Spirit King was speechless, and he couldn't speak out if he was worried that the monkey monster would not be able to fight against the enemy, and it was even more difficult to speak out from his throat if he was worried that he would not return intact.

At this time, Ao Guang couldn't stand it anymore, he circled a few times in the air and then ran towards Chaos.

"No!"

Only then did the Spirit King rush to stop him. Even if the Dragon God was a god, he was only born a few thousand years after the creation of the world. Living alone in the world, you have to fight for everything on your own, and chaos begins with everything, so it goes without saying what the result will be.

Just as he was about to go to help, he was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by the stupid monkey behind him.

"Are you leaving me again?" Shangchao's eyes were full of water, first he asked quietly, and then he yelled sharply: "You are leaving me again!"

This time it's not a question, it's just asking Ling Wang to confirm the crime.

"I'm not..." Just as he was about to explain that he was just going to help, he saw that the brown pupils of the stupid monkey in front of him were pitch black, and his proud and bright expression also darkened.

"Stupid monkey, why are you..." Before I could say anything more, my chest suddenly hurt.

He lowered his head and saw the familiar sleeves, which he picked out for him, the same yellow color and the same dark pattern as his, the forearm that he had lightly tapped before was now firmly embedded in his heart.

The place where the two figures connect is leaping with purple-white lightning, which is exactly the move used by Chaos.

A trace of surprise flashed in his usually calm and reserved eyes. The unbearable pain made him tremble slightly, and the hand that reached into his chest continued to move.

Tear off the layers of texture, and found the beating and vital organs in the vertical and horizontal meridians and bones.

He took it out, threw out a long string of blood flowers, a red streak splashed on the monkey monster's face, the warm and sweet liquid made the blackness in his eyes lighten.

The monkey demon, who had regained some sanity, stared blankly at the bloody goblin in front of him. The fiery heart in his hand was still beating vigorously, but the broken blood could no longer be continued.

When the demon fell down, he reached out and hugged him, but his heart was at a loss, what did he do?

The goblin in front of him was still out of the world like that, and there was no trace of resentment in his Shuibo eyes, he heard that gentle voice muttering to himself.

"I actually have a heart..."

A word that came out of nowhere.

King Ling has always had a knot in his heart, and that is his own origin.

The spirits and monsters of plants and trees have their roots to rely on, and the birds and beasts have their hearts to support them.

Where in this world is there a stone that has become a ghost?

Whole body looks the same, can't tell the beginning, can't tell the tail, anyone can say that he is just a stone that doesn't know the world and don't know the feelings!

Even if it turned into a monkey shape later, it still can't distinguish those monsters with sharp tongues.Even if he is a spirit king who can go to heaven and go to earth, when faced with this sentence, he can only lower his head and avoid it.

How could there be no heart?

Without a heart, how could the King of Ling have the mind to tolerate thousands of spiritual things in Lingshan? Without a heart, how could the King of Ling protect that stupid monkey who was single by his side? Without a heart, how could the King of Ling do it? The choice of life and death...

"......."

The monkey demon didn't speak, and suppressed a few sobs from his throat, the hand holding the thin body trembled violently, the beating heart in the hand fell to the ground, and rolled around several times, covered with stone dust.

The golden cudgel that fell to the ground dimmed its light at the same time.

"You have to... help me... hold on to... Lingshan..."

King Ling spoke a word with difficulty, and the words came out together with the blood gushing from his throat. After speaking, a yellow light appeared on his forehead, which instantly sank into the stupid monkey's body.

"fool….."

At the end of his life, the corner of Lingwang's mouth showed a slight arc, and his fingers seemed to want to lift up and caress the frowning brows of the stupid monkey, but he lost his strength halfway.

At the same time, the golden cudgel finally turned into dust.

The bonded artifact lives and dies with its owner.

"Goku!"

There was a mournful cry, and the roar of the dragon resounded through the sky.

Zhan Jin's eyes were blood red, and the momentum of Bailong's whole body suddenly grew, hissing and fighting, as if fighting to the death.

Chaos on that side had already transformed into a worm-like original form, as large as a mountain, and it was already difficult for Bailong to face him.

At this time, the monkey demon leaned down slightly, rubbed his head silently against the still warm neck of the demon, the tip of his nose twitched slightly, his eyes were slightly closed, like a baby lingering around the mother's body.

Until that only the temperature was taken away by the cold wind in the mountains, until the body in the hand was as stiff as the touch of the cold stone that this monster came to the world.