They laughed at me and said I was a monkey, what was the Monkey King so scared of?

"Borrow the wind..."

Li Yan had never expected that he could forcibly suppress the virtual image of Zhao Zilong back into his sea of ​​consciousness.

Without much hesitation, since the ancient general was forced back, he had no choice but to take part in the battle himself.

Li Yan's real body used the "Seventy-two Transformations: Borrowing the Wind" to disrupt Jiu Wuzhi's sight. Fierce wind and airflow rolled up from the ground, rushing into the air like a flood.

Seeing that the wind was coming towards him, Jiu Wuzhi narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Can you borrow the wind? What a great ability. Unfortunately, with your current strength, the borrowed wind seems to lack some heat."

Jiu Wuzhi threw away his clothes, and his breath was pressed downwards, colliding with the wind that had just risen, and the wind force was dissipated.

"deformation!"

One of Li Yan's clones shouted and transformed himself into a sparrow. He flapped his wings, flew across the sky, and flew to Jiu Wuzhi's side.

"little tricks."

Jiu Wuzhi stretched out his hand and grabbed the air. The pressure forced the air to deform, just like a giant hand slapping away, exactly the same scene as when he slapped Xiaoqing away before.

The sparrow could not fly out of the cage that was like the Five Finger Mountain, and was finally imprisoned by alcohol and ignorance.

Jiu Wuzhi squeezed the sparrow hard and dissolved it.

Then he felt something pressing down on his head, so he looked up. His pupils changed slightly, and the corners of his mouth slightly lifted...

"I was wondering why you would play such a trick, it turns out it's for this..."

Above Jiu Wuzhi's head, at some point, Li Yan's real body and the remaining two clones had bounced up.

Grab one end of the golden-framed wooden stick with both hands, and use the other end as the striking point, and hit together!
Three sticks fall together!
"Ding--"

A familiar voice sounded, and the air fell into a brief stillness at this moment...

Li Yan and the other two were frozen in time, even the knocking movements were preserved, only their eyes could move...

After freezing Li Yan and the other two, Jiu Wuzhi walked neither quickly nor slowly, stepping on the void, step by step, towards the sky, and walked around the joint attack of Li Yan and the other two.

"Well, not bad, not bad. This posture can indeed maximize the force of the attack. If each stick weighs 10,000 pounds, then it will weigh 30,000 pounds when it hits me."

Jiu Wuzhi said as he walked:

"Well, I'll go back to where I was and try this weight."

Jiu Wuzhi slowly returned to the starting point that Li Yan and the other two were aiming at, and then he lightly snapped his fingers. The force that confined the space disappeared, and the movements of Li Yan and the other two returned to normal.

Just as Jiu Wuzhi said, each stick weighed 10,000 jin, and 30,000 jin fell together, but Jiu Wuzhi just slowly stretched out his left hand...

He waved his hand, and a curtain of air passed through the air.

boom!
The three sticks hit the air curtain solidly, and the pressure from the collision spread in all directions!

Below, Qianli Pangpang, Yang Jian and Xiaolongnu were pushed back half a step by the shock, and they looked up with incredulous expressions.

The rest of the people were not so lucky. Many of them were ordinary people. Under the shock of the air wave, they fell back and then got up to look on in shock.

"Oh my God……"

One of them smacked his lips and said, "It's really a fight between gods, and mortals suffer..."

"Li Yan..." Although they were quite far apart, Yang Jian could tell at a glance that Li Yan's current situation was not good. He couldn't help but could no longer suppress the impulse in his heart.

At this moment, two thoughts collided in his mind.

One is to take action, and the other is that even if you take action, you can’t do anything.

but……

"Ah, what's wrong with me?" Suddenly, an upright eye slowly emerged between Yang Jian's brows... At the same time, the statue of Yang Jian in his sea of ​​consciousness was aroused...

Energy changes occurred around Yang Jian's body. Layers of halos emerged from his body, as if they were about to rush out of his body all at once.

Qianli Pangpang was shocked when he saw this, and quickly ran over to persuade Yang Jian to calm down:
"Yang Jian, what's wrong with you? Don't be impulsive. You can't beat Li Yan. Jiu Wuzhi is not something you and I can control. Calm down first."

"I... I don't know..." With a clang, the three-pointed double-edged sword held by Yang Jian fell to the ground. Yang Jian covered his head with both hands, trying to breathe in air to suppress his sea of ​​consciousness.

"Yang Jian in my sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have sensed something and became more aggressive. He, he wanted me to accompany Li Yan in his attack."

"What's going on?" Xiao Longnu didn't know what had happened. Why did Yang Jian suddenly have a splitting headache?

"I don't know. He said that the statue in his sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have sensed something and it was difficult to suppress it."

Qianli Pangpang explained, not knowing what to do for a moment.

at this time.

In mid-air, in the smoke and dust of the collision, Jiu Wuzhi sensed a certain force suddenly appearing on the ground and quickly turned his head to look.

"Hmm? Sky Eye? That guy is also a mystery..."

"It looks like you can't suppress it anymore. Never mind. I'll help you for now."

As he spoke, Jiu Wuzhi flashed away from the air, came to the ground, put two fingers on Yang Jian's forehead, and said:
"Little guy, I'm not going to kill Li Yan, why are you so angry?

Listen to me, take a deep breath first... Hmm? Why do you feel hostile? Hiss..."

Jiu Wuzhi wanted to help Yang Jian calm down, but suddenly he discovered that the statue in Yang Jian's sea of ​​consciousness seemed to have some hostility?
And strangely enough, this hostility was not directed towards him.

"Whose could it be?"

Subconsciously, Jiu Wuzhi slowly turned his head and looked at Li Yan in mid-air...

"It's him? How could it be?"

Under Jiu Wuzhi's gaze, Li Yan has completely changed at this moment.

Those clones have disappeared, replaced by...

In mid-air, Li Yan no longer needed the help of the wind to stay suspended.

He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, and the aura emanating from his body alone could be felt in thin air.

A ball of black evil spirit slowly dissipated from his body, and Li Yan's eyes slowly opened. The original light golden color at the corners of his eyes disappeared, replaced by a red color.

The red light was like a long red line, swaying back and forth in the air.

Li Yan put his hands together, placed the golden-framed wooden stick horizontally above his elbows, and the next moment he slowly stood up...

Only then did people see that there were four flags on his back, each with four words written on it - Fighting and Victory Buddha.

"Fight my Three Body Techniques until death..."

"Young Yang Jian, is that Taoist priest the helper you invited?"

"Humph." Li Yan, who had lost his original consciousness, pointed the golden-framed wooden stick in his hand at Yang Jian below.
"You are still using the same despicable means as before. If you hadn't attacked me from behind, you would never have been able to defeat me.

Forget it, even though I am not as strong as I used to be, if we want to fight, do you think that sloppy old Taoist you invited can beat me?"

Me, sloppy and sophisticated?

Jiu Wuzhi couldn't help but point at himself. After all, he was a top Chinese human being. How come he became a sloppy old Taoist in the mouth of this monkey?
Is this guy out of his mind? Who was being beaten just now?

"Hiss, what a naughty monkey! I won't bother with you." Jiu Wuzhi muttered in his heart, not being able to understand the current situation for a moment. (End of this chapter)