Chapter 294: The Power of All Mankind! Look at Me Fighting Back! [Dear Readers, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote]

The fire pillar went out, and the ragged Sun Wukong was suspended in the air. His golden hair, which was originally bright in the Super Saiyan state, was a little dim.

He dropped his hands weakly, and looked at the Holy Lord with horror in his eyes.

The feeling of fighting with the Holy Lord reminded him of Bai Ye, who was always a little stronger than him.

‘Is he playing a trick on me? ’ Faced with this situation, Wukong frowned, feeling that something was wrong.

“Use whatever power you have.” The Holy Lord’s thick tail kept swinging, with contempt and disdain in his eyes.

“Whether it’s skills, strength or all other methods, just come and please me.”

The Holy Lord grinned and said, “I’ll wait for you here. If you dare to run away, I will destroy this planet.”

‘I’m kidding you. If I destroy the earth, where can I get the power to defeat you. ’ The Holy Lord thought to himself.

He found that this group of good people was too easy to control. As long as he threatened to destroy the earth, these guys would not choose to run away even if they fought to the last drop of blood.

Looking at the Holy Lord, Sun Wukong frowned, and after a long time he said: "Okay, you wait for me here."

As soon as the voice fell, his body turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the sky with the dance technique.

In the wasteland of Australia, Jackie Chan, Xiaoyu and others were waiting anxiously here. The next moment, Sun Wukong flashed in front of them.

"Brother Wukong."

"Friend, are you okay?"

"How are you?"

Xiaoyu and others looked at Sun Wukong, who was ragged and burned red by the flames, and exclaimed.

Sun Wukong's appearance at this moment was definitely not good.

"The Holy Lord is too strong. I can't beat him head-on. Now tell me where the most famous place on this planet is." Sun Wukong looked at Xiaoyu and others anxiously.

"The most famous place should be the White House of the United States." Several people thought subconsciously.

And Sun Wukong put his hand on Jackie Chan's head, and immediately obtained the location and memory of the White House in his brain.

The next moment, without any delay, his figure flew into space and headed for the White House.

And looking at the back of Sun Wukong, several people were extremely worried.

Xiaoyu even directly informed all group members of the news in the group.

"Sun Wukong also overturned? What kind of Saint Lord is so outrageous?"

Looking at Xiaoyu's anxious news in the group, Bai Ye and Yang Kaitai thought at the same time.

'Forget it, I'll go there in person. This group will have to be disbanded without me. ' Bai Ye thought helplessly in his heart and sat up from the sofa.

In the White House of the United States, countless media are pointing their cameras at the president.

Whether it is the Saint Lord resisting the nuclear bomb and announcing that he will rule the world or the battle between the Saint Lord and Wukong, people all over the world are panicking.

"No matter what, we will fight to the last moment, and mankind will not lose."

Facing the camera, the president said seriously, but the next moment a figure fell from the sky and landed directly beside him.

"Sorry, I need to borrow the power of this planet." Sun Wukong, with flowing blond hair, said seriously.

"You are the one who fought the dragon." The president saw Wukong, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

This person looked exactly the same as the one captured by the satellite just now, and countless media also turned their cameras to Sun Wukong.

"Now is not the time to ask so many questions, the whole world is in danger."

Sun Wukong said seriously: "I need the power of everyone to defeat the Holy Lord in the battle later."

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Three minutes later, the Holy Lord stood on the top of a mountain with his hands folded on his chest, with an interesting look in his eyes.

After letting Sun Wukong leave, he also took the opportunity to completely forget the skills in his brain, and his strength returned to its peak again.

At this moment, even the black air suspected that the Holy Lord was mentally retarded.

Above the White House, Sun Wukong raised his hands high, facing the camera of the whole world, and whispered:

"Everyone on the whole planet, please raise your hands together and lend me your strength."

"In order to protect the earth from being destroyed, I need your strength to fight against the Holy Lord together."

As he spoke, countless flowers, trees, birds, fish and insects on the whole planet, one by one, light spots emerged and gathered on Sun Wukong's head.

In front of the video recorder, the aperture began to condense.

"This is unscientific."

The president looked at the spirit bomb raised by Sun Wukong and couldn't help wiping his eyes.

But even so, he still said to the camera:

"Although it is hard to imagine, this guy is the hero who fought against the evil dragon before. Please listen to him and raise your hands with me."

As he spoke, the president was the first to raise his arm.

In a blink of an eye, a little blue light began to emerge from his hand, and then the whole person seemed to be drained and fell to the ground.

"Hey, I'm disabled, can I also contribute?"

"How should I know? Anyway, I raised it."

The reporters at the scene, the men, women, and children watching the live broadcast, all raised their hands doubtfully at this moment, and sat down on the ground the next moment.

Soon, more and more people heard this request on the radio, television, and radio.

"It's Brother Wukong's voice. He wants us to raise our hands and lend him strength." Xiaoyu looked at the voice on the radio and raised her hands without hesitation.

The next moment, Jackie Chan's father Tru and others who raised their hands contributed their vitality one by one.

The Black Hand Gang and others who were being escorted to the prison were stunned when they heard the voice coming from the radio.

Lasu hesitated and said, "Boss, should we raise our hands?"

"Of course not, why waste energy." Ah Fen said without hesitation, but saw Walon raised his right hand beside him.

"Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Whoever goes against that bastard, I, Walon, will definitely help him!" Walon gritted his teeth and said.

Soon, more and more people raised their hands and contributed to Sun Wukong.

And the blue ball of light above Sun Wukong's head was gathering bigger and bigger at this moment.

"Here it comes, here it comes, I believe this vitality is definitely very big." Wukong looked at the vitality bomb above his head happily.

Then carrying the vitality bomb, Sun Wukong flew high and headed towards the direction of the Holy Lord.

At this moment, the vitality above his head has grown to a huge 100 meters.

"This number, what a joke."

Looking at the huge ball of light coming from a distance, a trace of solemnity flashed in the eyes of the Holy Lord.

But out of confidence in his own strength, he took the initiative to meet it the next moment.

"Take it, Spirit Bomb!"

"This is not only my power, but also the spirit of all mankind. The bond between us cannot be defeated by you!!!"

Sun Wukong roared and threw the spirit bomb above his head fiercely.

The huge spirit directly engulfed the figure of the Holy Lord.

"Success!" Sun Wukong said in surprise, but his expression froze after a moment.

Because he saw the figure that was advancing like a spirit bomb suddenly stopped and pushed in the opposite direction.

"The spirit of all mankind is not as good as half of the darkness in everyone's heart."

"Don't be too proud too early, watch me push you all back alone!!!"

"This earth! It is ruled by me, the Holy Lord!!!"

The Holy Lord roared, feeling the flesh amplified by the black air, and pushed the hundred-meter-high spirit bomb back little by little.