As he spoke, Shen Luo involuntarily took out the Zhenhai iron rod and began to dance on the cliff following the movements of Sun Wukong.
At the beginning, his movements were a little awkward, but after just a few rounds, the Zhenhai iron rod was whistling in his hands, and his movements became quite smooth.
However, Shen Luo himself knew that his sense of smoothness was only based on his grasp of the details of the movements. In essence, it was just a formal imitation and was far from reaching the level of being divine.
At this time, in the crystal wall picture, it was no longer just the Jiao Demon King and the Yu Monkey Demon King who were fighting with the Ape King, the third demon king had also joined in.
He was over ten feet tall, with a human body but a ferocious lion head with green face and fangs. In his big hands like a palm leaf fan, he held a large golden ring knife. He and two other people surrounded the Golden Armored Ape King in the center, and the fight was hard to resolve.
For a moment, the flashing of swords and the shadow of sabers were dizzying.
Shen Luo stared at the picture on the crystal wall, his mind gradually immersed in it. His movements, which were originally just following the steps, became faster and faster, and his thoughts gradually merged into the painting without him noticing.
In a trance, Shen Luo seemed to have entered the crystal wall and merged with the golden-armored ape king. Every move and twist of the ape king became his action.
What were originally just similar stick techniques, at this moment began to transform from form to spirit, and then from spirit to form. All the essence of the stick techniques began to merge into Shen Luo's soul. At this moment, he finally completely understood the true meaning of this set of powerful stick techniques.
In the crystal wall, the figure of the Ape King suddenly spun up like a top, and the golden hoop in his hand whistled and swung. The wind blew violently, and countless shadows of the hoop swept out, covering the surrounding sky and earth.
In an instant, the fierce attacks of the three demon kings, Yu Monkey, Jiao Demon King and Shitu Demon King, were all dispersed, and their figures were forced back by the shadows of the sticks in the sky.
After the three men landed on the ground, they no longer continued to attack. They stopped at the limit and clasped their fists towards the Golden Armored Ape King to praise him.
Sun Wukong rolled in mid-air and slowly landed on the ground. When he was about to put away the stick in his hand, his eyes suddenly flashed and he turned his head to look up into the sky. A gleam of light flashed in his eyes and a belligerent look appeared on his face.
I saw an extremely huge black shadow in the sky covering the entire mountain, and a huge demon roc that almost covered the entire mountain flapped its wings and let out a sharp cry towards the ground below.
As soon as Shen Luo saw its figure emerge, he immediately woke up from the feeling of being immersed in the painting. However, he felt that the body of the demon roc looked somewhat familiar. It was very similar to Kunpeng that had swallowed him by the East China Sea.
With this doubt in his mind, he focused his observation on the demon roc. As a result, he saw a golden and a silver feather on the left and right sides of its wings. The length, shape, light and color were exactly the same as the ones he picked up.
“Is it really the same one?”
Just as Shen Luo was feeling surprised, the huge demon roc in the sky inside the crystal wall rolled up its body, and the black light around it dimmed. It transformed into a handsome man in a black cloak and floated down.
Unlike the previous three demon kings, when he transformed into a human body, he did not retain any demon characteristics and looked like a mortal.