Hakeqi was killed by the fire ball cannon, and the Shu army let out a cheer, but Zhuge Liang was not happy, and ordered the soldiers to pick up the corpses of Dong Dana and Ah Huilan, put them together as much as possible, and hold a grand funeral, and his family members appeased and gave material subsidies.

"Hey, Hakqi's death is only afraid to anger Mulu." Zhuge Liang shook his head and said.

"Sir, this is also inevitable, Mulu is different from Meng Shu, he will not surrender if he is captured a hundred times." Wang Baoyu said.

"Exactly." Zhuge Liang nodded and said, "A vicious battle is inevitable. ”

King Mulu experienced the pain of losing his son, and he didn't know how many slaves he killed in anger, and he was even more angry with Meng Shu, if he didn't come here to take refuge, how could there be today's tragedy? King Mulu hated Zhuge Liang and Wang Baoyu even more, especially Wang Baoyu, who set a trap to kill Hakeqi, and King Mulu couldn't wait to crush Wang Baoyu into meat paste.

King Mulu's beard turned white overnight, and the people around him were trembling, and he didn't dare to come out, so careful that he couldn't be more careful, lest he anger the king and save his life.

The corpse could not be found, so Mulu had to dig out all the soil within a radius of three meters with the fire pit as the center, bury it in the empty grave of his son, and according to the customs of the barbarians, a spiritualist ceremony was held. The king of Mulu cried loudly, and the cry spread far away, and even the wild beasts in captivity were restless and roared.

"Father, avenge your son!"

Whether awake or asleep, King Mulu only saw the tragic scene of his son being burned to death, and only his son's last sad and desperate cry echoed in his ears, so his hatred for Wang Baoyu and Zhuge Liang reached the point of no return.

King Mulu ordered the soldiers to erect eight signs on the city wall, each with eight characters written on them, and fought to the end, never to the death!

It can be seen from Hakeqi that King Mulu does know the demon law, and now the hatred has reached the point where it cannot be resolved, Wang Baoyu can't help but worry about whether he can deal with this person, but yesterday on the battlefield, if he doesn't kill Hakeqi, it will inevitably cause greater losses, and there is nothing to regret.

Zhuge Liang frowned, Hakqi is so powerful, I really don't know what kind of powerful mana this Mulu King should have, although there are many troops here, they are all mortals, and they can't match the witchcraft.

"Sir, don't worry, Mulu sent Mrs. Zhurong first, then Meng Shu, and finally sent his son out, which means that his mana is not strong." Wang Baoyu persuaded.

"I hope so, if you are defeated, you will immediately withdraw your troops, and when you recruit a powerful monk, you will fight against them again." Zhuge Liang sighed.

"It's a pity that the so-called immortals around me are all masters of the world and refuse to participate in the war. Otherwise, not to mention the King of Mulu, even if there are more powerful characters here, there is no need to be afraid. Wang Baoyu said.

"It's also a good thing that the monks don't take part in the war, otherwise, the world will be in chaos, and it will be completely in the hands of these people." Zhuge Liang said.

Although the king of Mulu played a bloody battle to the end, the Shu army would not be afraid, and two days later, the army came to Sanjiang City again.

The city gate opened, and the King of Mulu finally showed his figure, in his fifties, with a stiff body, more than one meter and nine meters tall, white hair, a pair of eagle eyes flashing with hatred, muscles trembling on his face, his teeth clucking, a picture of wanting to swallow these people.

The most eye-catching thing is the mount under the crotch of the king of the wooden deer, which turned out to be a cyan wild deer, judging from the many antlers of the branches, the age of this deer is only older than the owner.

The king of Mulu only brought five thousand soldiers and horses, and the speed of the wild deer under his crotch was extremely fast, almost in an instant, he came to the front of the two armies, and the wooden deer was holding a black wooden stick, which was covered with bumps and metallic texture, no need to guess, this thing must be a very hard thing.

Mulu took such a small number of soldiers and horses, which immediately alerted Wang Baoyu, this was obviously to use the rhythm of the demon method, otherwise, who would dare to use five thousand soldiers and horses against hundreds of thousands of troops.

"Zhuge Kongming, Wang Baoyu, you two killed my son, today I will definitely take your life and sacrifice my son." King Mulu gritted his teeth and said.

"Your son, if you kill two of our generals, you should have died!" Wang Baoyu said fearlessly.

"It's you who are the ones who are in my situation and provoke first! If it weren't for that, how could my son have died a tragic death! King Mulu roared.

"Mulu, when is the time to avenge the wrongs, it is better to surrender as soon as possible, so as not to cause misery and boundless sins." Zhuge Liang said.

"Kong Ming, Hugh is sophistry, if you talk about sin, you are more serious than others. Now he has to put on this compassionate attitude, but he doesn't know that he will be doomed! King Mulu angrily pointed at Zhuge Liang and cursed, Zhuge Liang suddenly felt a chill in his back, and sighed slightly.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense, Mulu, what demon magic do you have, hurry up and use it!" Wang Baoyu said impatiently.

"Good! Then let you see the ability of this king, and let you wait for the bones to be gone. King Mulu gritted his teeth and said, beckoned back, and ran up a row of soldiers, each holding a bamboo basket in his hand, which was filled with beans.

It will definitely not be a live performance of planting crops or harvesting crops, Zhuge Liang, Wang Baoyu and others all held their breath and paid close attention to King Mulu's next move.

I only heard the Mulu King recite the obscure mantra, and at the same time pulled out a black belt from his arms, dancing in the wind, and in an instant, the black mist rose up, covering most of the battlefield, and at the same time, those barbarians began to throw beans into the air.

Zhuge Liang hurriedly ordered the army to retreat, and as those beans were thrown into the air, bursts of fighting sound came from the black fog, and countless soldiers appeared in the shadows.

These conjured soldiers, dressed in ancient battle clothes, with dark and expressionless faces, armed with short knives, rode monsters that looked like horses and cows with unspeakable names under their crotches.

As the beans continued to be thrown, there were more and more soldiers in the black mist, as if there were more than a million of them.

Damn, there is really such a magic as sprinkling beans into soldiers! Wang Baoyu was shocked, on the side of the Shu army, except for those generals who had been on the battlefield for a long time, the rest of the people were so frightened that their legs trembled in the face of this strange scene, and they couldn't wait to turn around and run.

The Wind Tiger is a dignified beast, not afraid of these demonic techniques at all, and the appearance is very calm, Sun Shangxiang's war horse under his crotch is different, his eyes are full of horror, and his hooves are moving.

Yes! Sun Shangxiang clung to the reins, although at this juncture, he did not forget to hug Wukong. Wukong gently touched the horse's head a few times without hurry, and the war horse miraculously quieted down, Sun Shangxiang was surprised, and couldn't help but hug Wukong and kiss it a few times.