Chapter 1287 One Stick in Place

When Sun Hao talked about Wanhun Mountain with emotion.

On Wanhun Mountain, many monks had tears in their eyes.

Ten years of arduous and unique battles, how many comrades in arms died, in the great battle between man and devil, turned into blood rain, thinking about it now, how can I not feel sad in my heart.

But at the same time, a tenacious fighting spirit, a fighting spirit of adhering to the will of comrades-in-arms, rises proudly from the bottom of their hearts, and they fight side by side.

Although I don't know what Master Chen Xiang said, what it means and what it represents, but every ten thousand soul monk can't help but actively cooperate with Sun Hao, arousing the whole body's heroic fighting spirit.

In the middle of the formation, Ghost Bushi muttered: "Damn, Chen Xiang, you are right. I have been guarding Wanhun Mountain all these years. It is true that my heart is heavy, but at the same time, my blood is surging."

After finishing speaking, on top of Ghost Bushi's body, the fighting spirit was drawn to Sun Hao's body.

Sun Hao's spirit was lifted, and the Doutian stick stretched out a long way forward.

Wei Wei nodded to Ghost Bushi, and Sun Hao's voice full of fighting spirit resounded through the sky: "I, Sun Hao, Sun Chenxiang, the young master of Wanhun, was recruited to help the island of Wanhun. , what I saw along the way, the evil disaster is fierce, and the mainland suffers, but my human monk, the fighting spirit will last forever, and I can fight against the sky and the earth, and I can exterminate the devil. Along the way, I, Sun Haosun Chenxiang..."

Sun Hao's voice, under the blessing of boundless fighting spirit, penetrated the heaven-sealed formation and soared high above Wanhun Mountain: "I, Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang, have the help of the four spirit dragons. In the first battle on Thunder Soul Island, one hundred thousand enemies were wiped out; in World War II on Thunder Soul Sea, all the sea elites of the demon race were wiped out; in the third battle on Fire Soul Island, the four spirits joined forces. The naval battle was a great victory, and the demon army that invaded our mainland was driven back to the demon abyss..."

Sun Hao spoke succinctly about his own record, but these battle reports have been spread all over Wanhun Mountain, which is also the fundamental reason why Sun Hao finally came from behind and ranked ahead of Lord Zhuang Yi in the immortal class. known to monks. Widely praised.

Thinking of the glorious achievements of the young master Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang along the way, thinking of the great victory of the young master in recovering the Sea of ​​Thousand Souls all the way, the monks of Wanhun Mountain, especially the monks who are still Chen Binghai who have achieved a series of victories under the leadership of Sun Hao All of them, their blood was rolling even more, and their hearts were like blood. Unable to restrain himself, he shook his sword and shouted: "Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang..."

Feeling the cheers of mountains and tsunami, Sun Hao's fighting spirit was uplifted out of thin air.

The Doutian stick was still pointing straight down. In the sky, Sun Hao's body bowed slightly, and he kept this posture. Turning around in a circle, Sun Hao said loudly: "Now, Chen Xiang is ordered to suppress Moyuan. Two thousand real dragons seem like a natural barrier, but Chen Xiang thinks..."

The voice raised: "As long as I have all souls up and down, all of us are of one mind, and all of us are united, then..."

He paused every word: "There is no demon realm that cannot be suppressed."

The voice reverberated in the air for a long time, and the cultivator of ten thousand souls seemed to be in the voice. I felt the young master Sun Hao's boundless fighting spirit, incomparable confidence and incomparable firm will.

Involuntarily, all the monks raised their long swords. Swords rustled in the air, and they even shouted: "Chen Xiang, Chen Xiang..."

Sun Hao's aura had almost reached its peak, and the Doutian Stick had been stretched out for a long time without knowing it, with golden light shining, and he was eager to try.

With a sound of swiping, the Doutian stick was raised in front of his chest, Sun Hao held the stick with both hands, slightly bowed his body, and bowed slightly to the surroundings: "Wan Hun, are you willing to work with Chen Xiang to suppress Moyuan?"

The other monks have not spoken yet.

Above the sky, the voice of Hunbuzui came out clearly: "Wanhunhunhunbuzui, willing to work with Chen Xiang to suppress Moyuan..."

"Sacred Palace Yu is not alone, and is willing to suppress Mo Yuan together with Chen Xiang"

"The demon mouse is not hungry, and is willing to suppress Mo Yuan together with Chen Xiang"

"Tiangonggong does not want to, Tiangonggong Sirius is willing to suppress Moyuan together with Chen Xiang"

The voice from the God of War Palace could only be heard by the soulless monks, but they immediately understood what the powerful monk above was saying.

It was almost unanimous, and the monks below shouted loudly.

"I am Suzaku and Zhu Ling"

"My Dragon General Wang Yuan"

"I am Kang Zhu Pang"

"I am astronomically sensitive"

"I build an army and light up the road"

...

"I am Zhuang Yi", "I am full of holy foxes"...

On Wanhun Mountain, hundreds of thousands of monks, above the sea, all of Chen Bing's monks knelt on one knee in the air, with a pious expression and a sky-high fighting spirit. They all said loudly: "I am willing to follow Chen Xiang and suppress Moyuan."

Unite as one, unite as one.

Fight the sky and the earth to suppress Mo Yuan.

On Sun Hao, the fighting spirit that had reached the peak gushed out, and with a stroke of the fighting stick in his hand, Sun Hao's body was attracted by the fighting spirit, and rushed high into the sky.

The monks couldn't help themselves and looked up into the sky.

But found that in the air, Master Chen Xiang was holding a Dou Tian stick, turned around quickly, and rushed down backwards.

At this moment, Sun Hao was holding sticks in both hands, pointing directly at the Battle Soul Palace, and rushed down quickly.

The boundless fighting spirit was condensed on the Doutian stick, forming a huge semicircle like a pot lid, which was pushed down by Sun Hao from the air.

Behind Sun Hao, there is still a giant with three heads and six arms. The giant also has the same shape as Sun Hao. The whole body jumps straight, and the hands are down, as if holding a stick.

Like God of War.

In the air, a very clear word that represented Sun Hao's determination and confidence came out: "Town".

As if being led by Sun Hao, all the cultivators of Myriad Souls, including the six powerful cultivators in the formation, followed Sun Hao involuntarily at this moment, spit out the word "town" with their tongues blooming.

With a "boom", the Doutian Stick hit the War God Palace against the semi-circular air shield formed by fighting spirit.

The huge impact force caused the War God Palace to shake for a while.

The huge impact force caused ripples in Fengtiansuodi's formation.

Then, under the eyes of thousands of monks.

All the real dragons quickly walked away from the upper reaches of the God of War Palace and rushed towards Wanhun Mountain.

One hundred, two hundred...one thousand, one thousand two...one thousand fourteen, one thousand five...

When the real dragon reached 1500, the powerful monks couldn't help but glanced at each other.

This is a result that has reached their level.

But the achievement is not over yet.

One thousand and sixteen, reached the achievement of the old man who is not drunk, which is the best achievement of a monk in this world.

With one thousand and sixteen years, the goal of suppressing Moyuan for ten thousand years is not far away.

When all the monks lamented the power of Chen Xiang in their hearts, they secretly looked forward to and became worried.

But you didn't have to wait long.

One thousand seven, one thousand eight...

two thousand!

The power of a full two thousand real dragons was transmitted from the God of War Palace where the Doutian stick hit.

Two thousand real dragons circled and danced on the Ten Thousand Souls Mountain, crashing down to the town.

Amidst the rumbling sound, Wanhun Mountain seemed to have completely returned its inlaid objects. With a local sound, the tumbling magic cloud and pitch-black magic fog below were completely suppressed into the sea.

Amidst the bang, the sea seemed to shake violently. When it returned to normal again, there was no longer any black on the sea surface, which represented the magic energy or magic fog of the devil world.

With one stick, two thousand real dragons burst out.

One stick, directly in place, completely suppressed Mo Yuan.

Thousands of souls went up and down, and in the sea, cheers like mountains and tsunami rose into the sky.

There were bursts of sword sounds, and they rushed to the sky to celebrate.

"Chenxiang, Chenxiang..." cheers resounded through the sky.

Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang, the young master of all souls, once again created a miracle, turned the impossible into a miracle, and completed a feat that even the old palace master could not do if he was not drunk. .

Hun Buzui looked relieved, looked at Sun Hao, and said softly: "Xiao Hao, you are good, good means, good skills, even a teacher has to admire."

Sun Hao turned around in the air, leaped back, landed on his own position, his face was slightly flushed, he bowed slightly to Hun Buzui, and said respectfully: "Thank you for your cultivation, Master."

Shu Buhung laughed loudly: "One stick down, two thousand real dragons, he can't do it if he is stupid, hahaha, before you know it, your Sun Hao and Sun Chenxiang are even more fierce than us!"

Sun Hao bowed slightly in front of Shu Buhong, and said with a smile: "Senior Buhong praised you absurdly. Chen Xiang was just opportunistic. He borrowed the fighting spirit of my ten thousand soul cultivator, united as one, and united as one. It was not Chen Xiang himself who made it to this point. The true strength of..."

Speaking of this, Sun Hao's clear voice spread across the sky again: "Thousands of souls, all of them are united, united as one, and suppressing Moyuan is the unyielding fighting spirit of the entire Wanhun Mountain. All souls are immortal, and the human race is peaceful."

The monks of Wanhun Mountain, who participated in the suppression of Moyuan, followed Sun Hao, and shouted loudly and vigorously: "All souls are immortal, the human race is peaceful; all souls are immortal, the human race is peaceful..."

The eyes of Suzaku and many other monks were filled with mist, and in the mist, the fallen monks seemed to be walking away with shouts and smiles.

Their wishes have been fulfilled. (to be continued ~^~)