Student Li's face was slightly deformed by the squeezing of two soft and boneless hands.

Bingtuozi didn't laugh, but she didn't say anything.

Just stare at you with those beautiful eyes, making the person who sees you feel uneasy.

A bit hard to top.

Li Mo stayed for many reasons, but Bingtuozi's reason for staying was not that complicated, it was just because of one person.

So, Student Li couldn't bear it anyway.

So he gently took her fair little hand. Her fingers were a little cold, so Li Mo covered them for her.

While rubbing his hands, Li Mo said:

"I have a way to travel thousands of miles, and with the Buddhist beads given by Brother Murong, I can return to the Hanging Temple in an instant..."

"I have a way out at any time, but even though you are fast, you may not be able to escape whenever you want."

"And now the soldiers in the city all rely on me. If I leave too, how can they have the confidence to fight to the death?"

"Han Zhen won't let this go."

"Next time we face him, we won't have the army behind us."

Gradually, the little hand in the palm has become warm.

It's strange.

How come this little hand that holds the sword to slay demons and monsters is so sweet and soft when held in the palm?

In the end, Li Mo himself was unwilling to let go.

Ying Bing lowered his eyes and looked at the young man. On his often childish and cheerful face, he saw a firmness and determination that was different from the past.

As long as Han Zhen is alive, the crisis in Qingmu City will be difficult to resolve.

As long as Han Zhen doesn't die, there will always be people who are concerned about the nine souls of the Nine-Colored Yuan Phoenix, which will cause endless troubles.

But Han Zhen is not alone, there are the Demon Summoning Cult and the descendants of the Shang Dynasty behind him.

"He is just the Grand Master of the Great Shang Dynasty."

"I want to try and accomplish my goal in one go."

Li Mo did not show a sunny smile.

Instead, he imitated Bingtuozi's expression, looking cold and confident.

Ice-cold face, Xiao Li version.

"Learn from me?"

Ying Bing pulled her hand back in annoyance, and went to rub his face again, squeezing and flattening his cool expression as if she was kneading a big-headed doll with great skill.

But when she looked at Xiao Li's cheerful and handsome face, which was crumpled into all kinds of funny shapes, she couldn't help laughing, and the ice and snow on her jade-like face melted away.

"Then I can't leave."

"Um?"

"The soldiers are relying on you, so how can you not have someone to rely on?"

Ying Bing said while pulling his face.

"Ice cube..."

She restrained her smile, and Li Mo's heart couldn't help but skip a beat when he saw the seriousness in her expression.

This sentence translates to...

Wouldn't it be nice if I could be your support?

And she said it so seriously.

Why do I feel that these words, spoken by Bingtuozi in a clear and cold voice, sound particularly domineering?

"Let's go, go back first."

Li Mo thought so too.

Since you have decided to try your best, you must adjust your condition to the peak from now on.

He also really needs a quiet place.

I have been too busy since I realized the Somersault Cloud.

Now there is no time to continue to deduce the "Wukong Quest for the Tao" picture.

........

The central military tent.

Qu Sheng and his generals finally deployed tomorrow's battle plan.

The generals all went to handle their military affairs, and he sat alone in his seat, wiping the spear that had not been used for many years.

As a martial artist working outside, he hadn't taken action himself for a long time.

During his life of military service, he suffered from many serious illnesses and injuries that could not be cured. Moreover, he was the commander-in-chief and it was impossible for him to lead the soldiers into battle.

Unless absolutely necessary.

Wiping the tip of his gun, he seemed to have thought of something and asked his guards:

"Where are Young Master Li and Fairy Han?"

"Commander, the two of you have already left the barracks."

"Well, it's good to go, it's good to go..."

Qu Sheng murmured to himself, seeming to be relieved.

He lowered his head and looked at his old friend, who had been polished to a shine as new, and whose tired eyes were reflected in the candlelight.

When was it that these eyes were so bright and full of vigor?

Picking up the spear again, he seemed to be looking at his younger self in a trance and was lost in thought for a moment.

........

Jiawei Restaurant, still the same wing.

Now every house on the street has closed its doors and the main street is empty, even the sugar painting stall is gone. The restaurant owner has lost an arm, but he has become a militiaman and is helping to transport supplies.

The room was quiet.

The light of the Jade Phoenix God is particularly mysterious and bright tonight.

Can feel it.

Bingtuozi is about to take another step on the road of the Hundred Birds and Phoenixes.

Li Mo looked at her for a moment before taking out the painting "Wukong Seeking the Tao".

Finally, we can continue to deduce this extreme form.

Perhaps it is not accurate to say that it is polar.

The supernatural powers imprinted on his soul in this diagram are impossible to obtain by observing any other divine will. He simply preserved those supernatural powers in the form of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Divine Diagram.

This is the extreme form.

What if it is the divine form of the Great Dao?

Li Mo's eyes shone with determination as he took out the gilded Creation Seal.

This small seal, which contained infinite mysteries and could be called a creation of nature, was slowly placed on the picture.

Buzz——

The moment when the seal of fate is stamped.

The stone monkey divine pattern on Li Moyi's soul made a humming sound that only he could hear, as if it was connected to the rapidly evolving things in the picture.

Does it seem 'excited'?

Just like the excitement in Li Mo’s heart now.

The tadpole pattern was like a golden flame, burning up the "Wukong Seeking the Tao Picture" and transforming into strands of light golden light, merging into Li Mo's soul and the divine pattern at that time.

In his eyes.

There is a red-gold fire color spreading.

"Um?"

Ying Bing gently opened her eyes and looked at the young man who had his back to her.

She saw that he was still sitting there quietly, as if he was relaxing his mind.

But I feel...

Is he different?

Ying Bing could only vaguely perceive it and was indeed unable to see the scene in Li Mo's eyes.

The breath continues to gather.

It made Li Mo feel as if his soul had left his body and arrived in another world.

He looked up.

He saw a scene of the heavenly palace that was a thousand times more real, a thousand times more magnificent, and a thousand times more magical than the one in his small world, standing above the white clouds.

Those figures standing in the clouds are not tall, but they are very imposing.

The wind blew from the sky.

It also brought with it a murderous aura from the sky and the sound of fluttering flags. It was impossible to see the expressions of those figures clearly, but they were much stronger than any warrior Li Mo had ever seen.

If we compare it to the pressure of disaster beasts attacking the city, it is like a firefly compared to the bright moon.

But the murderous intent like rain could not extinguish a flame.

Those two gazes seem to be burning forever, as if illuminating the vanity of all things. Although they are clearly looking into the distance, it feels like they have never left you.

The body wrapped in golden chain mail was a little thin, with a phoenix-wing purple gold crown held high on the head. The iron rod in his hand was made of black iron sandwiched between two golden hoops, and a line of engraved words was carved close to the hoops.

Li Mo was stunned for a moment.

Keywords.

Heavenly Palace, heavenly soldiers and generals, and monkeys.