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After a while.

Keisha, who was holding a plump, round peach in her hand, took a small, elegant bite and suddenly asked Ji Qi curiously, "Right, wasn't Erlang a life form refined from the impurities excreted from Liang Bing's body after she went into your cultivation furnace?"

"Liang Bing is so naughty and rebellious, how come Erlang is so well-behaved?"

"How so?" Ji Qi asked in a teasing tone.

"I've improved that cultivation furnace to a very high level. It's a dual cultivation of body and mind, you know? Besides eliminating a person's physical weaknesses, it also eliminates personality traits that they don't like."

"So Liang Bing ruled out her 'well-behaved' personality!"

"Erlang inherited most of Liangbing's obedience, but he still retains some of her rebellious personality."

"Why is Sanzha still a ball of flesh?"

"Um! Little Milka, did you know? Before Sun Wukong was born, he was originally a stone."

"What monkeys hate most is being a stone, and they also hate the violence within them."

"So, according to you, Sanzha will always be a meatball, and he's quite demonic! But so far, he hasn't done anything bad."

"How bad can that monkey be? If we don't do something to that scumbag, he'll probably stay a nobody forever."

"Then what should we do?"

"Didn't we give Pipi Xi a white lotus? This is already a very high-level super divine weapon, with purification and creation functions. Let him use the white lotus to reshape her ball!"

"I see. Then I'll talk to her about it." Keisha, having received an answer, took a big bite of the heavenly peach, the sweetness filling her heart.

She held up a peach and excitedly said to Ji Qi, "Want a bite? Today's peaches are so sweet! Mmm! They're cloyingly sweet!"

……

For seven days, the wind carried a suffocating, oppressive force of steel.

The wind blows, the war drums beat!

Qingqing, whose consciousness was severely injured by the God-Slaying Whip, gradually became turbid and could no longer support the terrifying consumption of the towering wooden wall under Ji Qiding Hengzhu. The wind blew across the continuous wooden mountain, and the wood was visibly dry and decayed.

After a strong gust of wind swept through Ge Xiaolun's Qiankun, the barrier that had blocked the Shang Dynasty army's advance finally crumbled.

It turned into a hazy, ashes.

The Shang Dynasty's black-armored tank army, modified by Ge Xiaolun, was finally able to advance unimpeded.

What of the Western Zhou Dynasty under this torrent of steel? It was merely a tiny, insignificant stumbling block on its path forward.

Even if such a cowardly dynasty, which submits to the heavens, acquires their technological weapons, it dares not fire upon the evil Heavenly Palace.

Only the Shang Dynasty, which dared to defy the heavens and even disrespected the Heavenly King, deserved the sacrifice of the Super Soldier Corps and others to preserve the seeds of civilization.

In this case.

Let the cowardly Zhou Dynasty be washed away by the torrent of history!

today.

Dukao, the vanguard who almost suffered a total defeat last time, volunteered to avenge his previous defeat.

With just a thousand Shang soldiers in black armor, they could easily destroy Xiqi, defeat that angel, and capture King Wu of Zhou alive.

Ge Xiaolun was also very generous, giving Dukao 10,000 troops.

The Black Armor Army once again pressed on to Xiqi.

In order to avoid harming the people inside the city, King Wu of Zhou once again chose to lead an army of 100,000 out of the city to meet the enemy.

He looked at Qingqing, whose face had turned pale, with concern.

"Teacher, you..."

"No need to say anything more."

Sitting on the cart, Qingqing raised her hand to interrupt him, pursed her dry lips with a hint of pain, and said resolutely, "In the sacred treasury of angels, there is no such word as retreat."

Tragic!

An atmosphere of facing death with equanimity permeated the entire Zhou Dynasty army.

The angels who had protected them last time were severely wounded while protecting them and were no longer able to fight. They knew that this battle was a fight to the death.

The Shang Dynasty army's black armor exuded a fierce aura, and the massive iron boxes rolling forward could easily crush them.

The two armies are locked in a standoff.

Ducao didn't stoop to the level of launching a direct attack; instead, he politely exchanged a few words, demonstrating true martial spirit.

"Neither abandon the city and flee, nor surrender!"

"You still dare to fight? I admire the courage of your Western Zhou to die, but such courage is utterly foolish."

"If I were you, I would have started preparing earlier. Haven't you heard the saying, 'Where there's life, there's hope'?"

King Wu of Zhou, suppressing the dread he felt at the sight of the iron-clad army, took a breath and spoke in a refined tone:

"Perhaps you are right, but I will not abandon my people. They have chosen me to defend them against the enemy."

As he spoke, King Wu of Zhou drew his sword and pointed it at Ducao.

"Come, you beast's minions, cut off my head and make it your triumphant achievement."

That's it.

Qingqing, already exhausted from lying on the chariot, struggled to stand up with her trembling, slender legs.

She gritted her teeth and sighed in a hoarse voice:

"The Queen said that even if our swords become dull and our warhorses fall, we must still dare to charge the enemy."

"Your struggle is futile. Crush them."

As Dukao sounded the charge.

Boom boom boom!

The roar of cannons shook the heavens and the earth.

The weakened Qingqing waved the wooden flag to defend himself, but the thinning vines had already caused many cannonballs to fall into the Zhou army.

They exploded, spraying blood everywhere.

times of crisis.

With a loud bang in the sky, a person and a triangular figure made a dazzling appearance!

"Xiaotian! Activate! Sound waves, let's turn the tide!"

"Woof!"

A blue sonic wave spread directly over the 10,000 vanguard troops of Dukao, causing all the fired shells and energy bullets to freeze in mid-air and bounce back.

Boom boom boom boom boom!

In the blink of an eye.

The black-armored tank army was thrown into disarray by the explosion, and the sonic waves caused them excruciating headaches and screams of agony.

Chase after victory.

Erlang drew his golden bow and fired a bursting silver bullet.

"It's my turn to reap the rewards!"

boom--!!!

With that single silver bullet, a mushroom cloud rose directly from Dukao's black-armored vanguard army.

This is a truly devastating loss; we're on the verge of annihilation.

Another unsuccessful start.

Dukao was really getting angry.

Last time there were 10,000 vanguard troops, and this time there are 10,000 vanguard troops. The Zhou Dynasty army has basically suffered no losses.

Is he not going to do something this time?

We've completely lost face. How are we going to explain this when we get back?

"Get down here right now."

Dukao drew his God-Slaying Whip and lashed it at the imposing Erlang, who was standing a thousand meters away in the air.

I thought this time it would be like hitting that angel, one whip would send him plummeting from the sky.

Who would have thought?

The handsome man glared with a sharp look, and his invincible God-Slaying Whip was actually caught in his hand.

How is that possible? The God-Slaying Whip struck his hand, how could it not have caused him any harm?

Could this person be a mere mortal?

Even ordinary people would retract their whips like King Wu of Zhou, so how could he have grabbed it?

While still in surprise, Dukao suddenly felt a strong force pulling at his hand, and his God-Slaying Whip slipped out of his grasp.

At that moment, his heart was breaking.

"Oh no! You villain, give me back my God-Slaying Whip!"