Looking at the figure standing in the wind, even though he had a golden monkey mask on his face, Zhang Jiao still recognized from his figure that he was the leader of Himaru's country, Killing Guan Shirak and Toyotomi Hideyoshi.

However, for a moment, he did not understand the meaning of Toyotomi's words, and was slightly stunned. Finally, from the unique armor on the body of Shasheng Guanbai and the rare and strange Buddha name "Eight Wilderness Manta Bodhisattva", he recalled a dead man who had met several times more than 20 years ago.

He blurted out in shock and said, "Misty Ape Sang, you, you are a Misty Ape Like a Ghost!"

"Zhang Sang is really a good memory. I am the fog ape, and I am also the Orimaru Kazura and Toyotomi Hideyoshi." The monkey-faced man smiled strangely.

Zhang Jiaoqiang calmed down, pondered for a moment, sorted out his messy thoughts, and said carefully: "When I first met Wu Yuansang more than 20 years ago, I thought that although his fantasy type was not very tall, he had the temperament of respecting the world.

It turned out that it was "Killing Guan Bai" and now he has taken his house, which is really unexpected.

On the day of his rise, Wu Yuan Yousan openly executed his son who violated the Southeast Asian Blockade Act. I also felt that he was making a big fuss, but I didn’t expect that there were these twists and turns in it…”

"Zhang Sang doesn't need to test me anymore," Toyotomi planned to say Zhang Jiao, and said, "The fantasy species I had at that time was not the real Killing Guanbai.

It is the image of Killing Guan Bai outlined in the minds of the general public.

However, it was indeed this fantasy species that gave me a special bond with me in the dark. Finally, with the help of the Fog Ape Yousen, the above ancient magic tricks returned to the world."

He said this very confusingly, but Zhang Jiao roughly understood what it was. He thought of a key question in his mind and said with a deep face: "That Toyotomi Hall, are you a human or a ghost now?"

"Can a man be human again come back to life?" Guan Bai asked calmly: "Zhang Sang, the reason why the mist ape is named "There are ghosts" is not a problem?"

"Since it's a ghost, I understand your intention." Zhang Jiao subconsciously looked at the blood sea corpse mountain on the ground and gritted his teeth: "I thought I was smart and ran to you, but you didn't realize anything.

The result is that intelligence is mistaken for intelligence. Because of the potion, although I have doubts in my heart, I still allow you to transport most of the population of the full-day mafia to Nanyang for death..."

"I have been planning this for more than 20 years, and it's not your fault," Toyotomi interrupted in a gentle voice: "Originally, because of the supernatural powers in Southeast Asia, I was particularly concerned by the great external gods. I planned to take the risk to touch the Jiang Chu people's bad luck.

Unexpectedly, the sudden change of supernatural powers made me able to kill two birds with one stone, breaking through the pattern and gaining a long-planned fantasy realm.

There are so many more people out there now.

I really didn't expect that the book "Journey to the West" that I have been searching for for hundreds of years has always been under my nose, and the whole book is collected by the old fox Abe Seimei.

If it weren't for the recent three generations of elite children of the Abe family who were qualified but were useless in life, I would probably have found some."

While speaking, a circle with round eyes, pointed ears, hairy face, thunderbolt mouth, eyes as bright as lightning, thin face, sharp mouth shrinks cheeks, body like a monkey, a monster that looks like a human being, slowly condenses behind him.

Zhang Jiao only glanced at the golden cudgel held by the monkey monster, and recognized its heels and said in a man's voice: "It turns out that Toyotomi Palace has also awakened the fantasy species, and it is also the absolute protagonist in "Journey to the West", Sun Wukong.

No wonder I found the real book of Journey to the West.”

"There is no way to compare with you, Zhang Sang," Toyotomi smiled and said, "Just just the Buddha Tathagata who appeared when you flirted the formation, you can defeat my Sun Wukong.

Of course, that is when everyone unlocks the same level."

As he finished speaking, he drove the fantasy behind him to turn around and sweep across the baton.

The golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand instantly turned into the size of a giant pillar to lift the sky. The sky rolled wherever Zhang Jiao's eyes reached, the wind cracked and the clouds shattered, and most of the relics of the Gods were broken into pieces.

Then he said, "Wu Yuan Yousen cursed you with a little of my remnant soul, although you didn't know what method you used to remove nothing left, making me lose my senses.

But then I saw you speaking on TV, and I suddenly felt intuition…”

"So you can design me with the dark to the light," Zhang Jiao's lips twitched for a moment, but he showed an indifferent expression, waved his hand and interrupted, "Now he is still using the fantasy species of legendary peaks to sweep a group of advanced extraordinary demonstrations.

The White Hall of Killing Pass is really promising."

Toyotomi Hideyoshi smiled unanimously when she heard this, Mansheng explained: "I am not a demonstration, but my children must be killed by 'people' who have strong negative emotions in order to achieve their greatest effect.

Otherwise, I would have fed them poisons, or used the mystery as a guide to kill each other.

This is a national fortune that has been passed down for 100,000 years, and the sacrifice of hundreds of millions of people. How can I not make good use of it?"

"It is said that ghosts are terrifying, such as supernatural life," Zhang Jiao squeezed out a sentence from his teeth when he heard this. "But in front of being a ghost like you, let alone being supernatural, even the evil gods' family is far from that. No, it's impossible to compare."

"Although there are very few examples of turning yin and yang into gods in history, there are not none of them." Toyotomi Hideyoshi smiled, "I am not as qualified as my predecessors and my luck is not as good as my own, so I can only plan myself.

Hey, after chatting for so long, your troops have withdrawn a certain distance. Why haven’t the nuclear weapons attacks come yet?”

When Zhang Jiao heard this, he bit his back teeth and said, "Guanbai Hall, you really know the elegance when you hear the strings of the piano. You can see through my strategy at a glance."

"I just lived a little longer and experienced a little more in the battle formation, so my sense of war became more sensitive." Toyotomi Hideyoshi smiled and said, "By the way, the Himaru army took all the potions before the war.

If you are not killed, ordinary people can squeeze their vitality and exercise vigorously for more than 50 hours.

With the help of the transportation power of mechanized troops, you can completely sweep the entire Xiangyuan Island, so even if you order the Nanyang troops to cease or retreat now, it is useless.

Besides, it’s a bit too late in terms of time.”

Zhang Jiao felt aggrieved when he heard this, and his face became more and more gloomy and said, "Unless I understand your overall plan a few days earlier, it will be too late to start from your landing in Xiangbei City, right?

However, even the supernatural catastrophe failed to destroy Nanyang. No matter what your premeditation is, it will never be more terrifying than the evil god..."

"How can a mere ghost compare to an external god," Toyotomi interrupted Zhang Jiao modestly, "In fact, everything is just to continue the extraordinary path."

At the same time, death on the earth finally changed quantitatively and qualitatively, and ghosts began to be born from the broken corpses.

The howling wind carried the silver ghost and blew on people, as if it could directly penetrate the combat uniform that could withstand low temperatures of minus 20 degrees, making the bones frozen.
Chapter completed!