Reborn Sun Wukong

Chapter 395 Victory in the First Battle
Shenju shook his head helplessly, he knew that Monkey King was going to do this move.

"Mourn in silence." Shenju murmured.

The two turned around and saw the talking master.

He is tall and slender, dressed in red armor, with long reddish-brown hair fluttering down, and even his pupils are red.

His eyes are indifferent, he is like the scorching sun in the sky, everything will surrender under his feet, everything is vain, no one can compare himself with him, and compete with him.

Because I am the king, the king on high.

"Huowu tribe." Shenju said after seeing this person.

"Fire Crow? Isn't it the Golden Crow?" Sun Wukong was puzzled.

"The supreme existence of the Golden Crow, they are just the descendants of the Golden Crow's bloodline." Shenju explained.

Sun Wukong nodded, looked at the man in red armor and did not speak.

"Humble outsiders, come with my Hui tribe and avoid punishment, otherwise you will surely know the power of the sun." The Huowu man shouted coldly.

"The divine power of the sun?" Sun Wukong raised his hand to cover the light that was not too dazzling through the clouds and murmured softly.

"Bastard, how dare you disrespect the sun?!" The Huowu man yelled, the actions of Sun Wukong just now were a kind of contempt in his eyes, contempt for their beliefs, this is absolutely not allowed!
Sun Wukong chuckled: "Disrespect? Oh, you may have misunderstood, I just simply disrespect you."

Hearing this, the Huowu man's energy suddenly exploded, his pupils and brows burned together, and the flames on his body were terrifying.

He broke out, he was angry, and his faith does not allow being trampled on, let alone being disrespected.

Especially these humble outsiders, humble ants, why did they come to the prehistoric world, bastards, why did they come to take away the resources of all races.

Why should they be able to collect the Youfang Dragon Soul that the aborigines like themselves cannot collect? Absolutely not!
The fire of jealousy rose together with the anger, and the infinite anger became his motivation. He wanted to suppress this outsider and let him know that the dignity of all races must not be trampled on.

"rampant!"

Sun Wukong smiled indifferently. It turns out that this guy is so confident and his cultivation level is not low. I guess if divided according to the realm of the Immortal Era, he should be at least the peak of the Celestial Immortal. Such a great realm.

That is like an insurmountable gap, a bottomless abyss.

So he doesn't worry about his ability to counterattack!

"Get ready to mourn in silence." Sun Wukong turned his head and smiled at the horse next to him.

Shenju nodded, his eyes became a little soft, a little helpless.

After seeing Shenju, the Huowu man looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Hmph, even if you regret it now, it's too late to mourn, I will let you know what is beyond the sky, and I will let you remember it. "

The Huowu man laughed loudly, as if everything was under his control.This group of ignorant outsiders, this group of ants, ridiculous things, does he still want to get [-]% back with his own things that no longer exist?

It's ridiculous, it's too ridiculous, if you want to walk in this troubled world, if you want to break out a world in this prehistoric small world, if you don't have the strength, everything will be in vain.

But he doesn't even have the strength to protect himself, it's so ridiculous, so sad.

But there was one thing that made him curious, surprised him, and puzzled him.

That was the man's gaze. Although the tall cloak covered his face, it was not difficult for him to feel a pair of disdainful gazes sizing him up.

It seems that he is not qualified to deserve him to take a second look.

This is a great sorrow, but also a great provocation. This man's dignity has been provoked. He will not allow this man to be rampant, and he will not allow the ants in front of him to despise him.

What qualifications does he have, a person who doesn't even have strength, dares to be so rampant.

"You are looking for your own death!" For some unknown reason, the Huowu man looked at Monkey King and growled hysterically.

Sun Wukong's eyes didn't change, and neither did the eyes of the horse beside him.

Suddenly, the Huowu man had a feeling that he had encountered an iron plate, a difficult person to deal with.

But after thinking about it, the man secretly scolded himself for being suspicious again, probably because the climbing platform had just opened and these outsiders had just come in.

Such an ant, what is so powerful about him, what is there to be afraid of.

He still wants to use his own strength to turn up some turmoil?Even though he was thinking this way, for some reason, this man couldn't muster up the courage to take the initiative to attack.

"It's just a bastard with a trace of Golden Crow blood. It's just a slip of the tongue. What's there to be proud of? Do you really think that the sun in the sky is rising for you? Do you really think that you are qualified to enter the sun?" Sorry, you are not qualified, because you are always a miscellaneous bird, in front of Jinwu, you are just a miscellaneous bird that is not even qualified to lift your head." Sun Wukong said softly, he did not know what this guy called Where does the pride come from.

In fact, Sun Wukong is not a talker, but this guy's so-called arrogance makes him really unhappy.

Shenju shook his head and smiled wryly. Facing this clamoring miscellaneous fish, is he so serious?Forget it, silently mourn.

"Shut up, what qualifications do you have to comment on me, you ants, how can you comment on my humble and ridiculous existence, the Golden Crow, I have changed my mind, I don't plan to take you back, if you want to blame, blame your ignorance, It hurt you, you must die today to make atonement!" The Huowu man roared angrily, the flames were so strong that he couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, the anger seemed to burn him completely.

He wants to tear this person in front of him, he wants to kill him, let him be buried under the boundless anger, humble and ridiculous existence, ignorant ants, the flames will definitely swallow you, together with the fly ash!

He moved, he couldn't bear the anger in his patience, his dignity did not allow provocation, and his beliefs did not allow such ignorant ants to trample on him.

So he must, must die!

The flames were blazing, and the momentum was turbulent. He made a strong move, and he wanted to wash away his shame.

The flames were like the burning breath in the giant's mouth, like clouds in the sky, covering the sky in a blink of an eye, and suddenly merged into a huge fist, and smashed towards Monkey King.

Sun Wukong didn't move, Shenju sighed secretly and shook his head, his eyes were full of sadness.

After a breath, the fire was approaching, and after another breath, he moved.

Under the tall cloak, a pair of cold eyes shone coldly. He would not be afraid of this flame. He had suffered countless punishments. These unknown flames could not arouse the fear in his heart at all.

Under the cold eyes, is Likong's fist.

With five white and slender fingers, the clenched fist looked so powerful, with endless explosive power.

This punch has no rules at all, it is very random, but cracks gradually appear in the void around the punch light.

With a bang, the cold fist wind blew away the flame, and a flame that swept across the skyline flew backwards like a tearing meteor.

After exiting Baizhang, it landed on the edge of a distant mountain, knocking down countless rocks.

The flames were blown by the cold wind, scattered scattered, like the aftermath of fireworks.

The fierce wind kept whistling, blowing the hem of his linen clothes, but it couldn't blow off the cloak on his head.

Two strokes of black hair broke free, penetrated the cloak, flew out, in the air, in the wind
The Huowu man stood up, looked at his arm in disbelief, and punched him hard, destroying half of his armor!
Could it be, did I read it wrong?Isn't his cultivation like this?Don't you want to be much lower than yourself?How did he do that!
This is impossible, such a big gap in realm, how did he counterattack.

This Huowu man has no time to care about his body and injuries, and he has countless questions in his heart. Now he knows why his eyes are so cold, and why he doesn't care why the eyes of the horse beside him are so sad. The sorrow in the heart is oneself.

"Roar!" The man of the Huowu tribe raised his head to the sky and roared angrily. He had no way to retreat, so he could only fight desperately.

With a distance of several hundred feet, he didn't think he could escape safely, so he could only choose to fight to the death, and there was only this way in front of him.

As early as the very beginning, there was not only one road in front of me, but the other roads had been blocked by myself.

"Impossible. He must have borrowed a secret treasure. How could he counterattack with such a huge difference in realm?" Giving himself a reason that he thought was more credible, he stood up again.

The fire roared, accompanied by the black wind, like a ferocious and violent giant beast.

The main body of Huowu!

A giant flaming bird with wings spread tens of feet, with feathers that belonged only to the Wu tribe, was burning on its head, like a source of fire, swaying non-stop.

His eyes were extremely proud, his pupils were burning with flames, like two small suns.

He wants to fight for his life!

"I want to tell you one thing, the gap in realm is an insurmountable gap, no matter what you borrow, it's just a trick." Huowu neighed, furious, his wings fluttered, and the wind and fire raged.

He moved, and in a blink of an eye, boundless flames covered hundreds of feet of land, like an angry war god.

In the blink of an eye, the flames swallowed Monkey King, and a moment later, a cold glow emerged from the flames.

Anger was like a whirlwind, and even the sky could not cover the cold light.

The black bird was not there, the roar of the wind and fire dissipated, and a figure was reflected in the boundless whirlwind of flames.

He walked out of the flames step by step, in rags and linen, dancing with the wind, and the two strokes of black hair had no intention of going back.
The wind blew, and the linen robe flew up, reflecting the firelight, and walked out step by step.

Intact, without a single change.

The whirlwind of flames continuously rose behind him, but they couldn't disturb him a step.

Between a pair of slender white fingers, a piece of feathers burning with pure flames is playing. It dances in the wind.

Swaying sad songs.

"It's much weaker than the samadhi flame in Laojun's alchemy furnace."

(End of this chapter)