Start From Skull Island and Push the World

"Drag away!"

The crew pieced together a large number of consigned wooden cars on board and connected them.

Make it into a huge consignment cart.

And work together, little by little, slowly move King Kong to the car.

The captain and Karl are very satisfied.

He planned to leave with the comatose King Kong.

Jack, Annie, and Bruce could only follow behind.

anyway.

They are bound to go back to New York together.

not to mention.

That's how things are now.

If they still stay.

When the natives wake up, they will only become the targets of massacres to vent their anger.

Everyone went to the seaside together.

And at this moment.

Suddenly, a small shadow of Youdao flew out from the pile of debris that King Kong placed next to the village with Ding Zheng!

Under the sun, this shadow exudes a sharp cold light.

Hitting the captain's neck at great speed.

But the captain found out at the nick of time, and successfully reacted!

He turned to the side, and the shadow fell into the air behind everyone.

"what!"

The captain turned around with wide eyes.

Karl and the others and the other crew members also turned around and picked up the guns in their hands.

But when they saw the square above the place and the radio with two antennas.

But they looked at each other again.

For a while I didn't know what to do.

"Is this... a radio?"

"Who lost the radio?" The captain was the first to react, turned around with the gun, and aimed at the direction the radio just flew over.

Others followed suit and turned their guns.

But obviously, no one exists at all.

The captain could only turn back and continue aiming at the radio.

The radio just lay on the ground safely and securely.

It's like a real radio.

Boom!

The captain fired a single shot.

The bullet hit the radio and bounced off.

No effect.

The captain immediately frowned.

Such a hard radio is really rare.

It can even be said that it is impossible to exist at all.

"Wrap up!"

As soon as the captain gave an order, the rest of the crew immediately dispersed and surrounded the radio inside.

Then there was a barrel of strafing shots, making the radio bounce on the ground continuously.

But in the end, only bullets were left.

The radio was not damaged at all.

"What the hell is this?"

Carl on the side also became interested, and walked over directly, grabbing the radio in his hand.

Going to do some research.

But at this moment.

The radio on the ground suddenly responded.

Click!

First, two legs protruded from the shell that seemed to fit perfectly, stepped on the ground, and supported the entire radio.

Then, there was an astonishing mechanical deformation.

Kacha Kacha Kacha Kacha...

A series of sounds made by the friction of steel and gears.

Whether it looks or sounds, it is full of futuristic technology.

Following a series of splitting, patching, and building.

Originally, it was just a strange looking cash register.

Under everyone's gaze, it becomes a humanoid robot with a height of about 50 centimeters!

Small in stature, silver in color, looks quite textured.

Not only grew a head and body, but also differentiated into slender metal limbs

The metal limbs are very simple, that is, several metal limbs connected together.

But if you look closely, you will find that the sides of these metals are very thin, like silkworm wings.

It looks like four sharp blades.

The upper body of the robot is relatively complicated. Under the silver surface, there is a black interior, which contains large and small parts, which are very tightly combined.

It seems that no extra space is wasted.

But the most striking thing is that machine head.

A layer of metal black gauze completely covered the head.

Looks like a stereo!

Then there are two long antennas that grow above the head.

Stand tall, like the bird feathers of Monkey King.

"What's this?"

"robot?"

"Is this a robot from the future? How can humans create such a thing with current technology?"

"And how could it appear on this island!" Carl was shocked, "It's outrageous for these indigenous people to have guns, but with the year of those guns, we can say that there must have been someone before us. This island, but there are even such things, what is this place?"

"I think we need to take this thing away as well. Its value should not be much lower than this orangutan." The captain's eyes were full of greed.

"I agree too," Carl said.

Successfully winning King Kong made the two of them extremely inflated in confidence.

And this little robot doesn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as King Kong.

"Quick battle, as long as it dares to resist, feed it bullets." The captain gave an order, and the crew immediately began to shrink the encirclement.

The robot glanced around in a very human-like manner.

Then he looked down at his razor-sharp arm, and suddenly shook his hand!

Click!

The arm, as thin as a cicada's wing, spread out suddenly, and turned into a small shield, which was placed in front of the body, making a defensive movement.

Like a knight.

...

Ding Zheng sat quietly on the dragon chair.

close your eyes.

Tapping his head with his fingers, he quietly waited for the time to pass.

The spacious dragon chair is almost completely crowded by it.

Every strand of hair on his body showed a blood-colored halo.

But it's not blood.

It was the uniqueness that naturally appeared in Ding Zheng's body after he devoured the dragon veins of the Yuan Dynasty.

That dragon vein is not something sacred.

On the contrary, it is more like a purgatory.

Imprisoned countless souls.

Most of these souls were killed since the rise of the Yuan Dynasty.

Since Genghis Khan, since the Yuan Dynasty was not yet the Yuan Dynasty.

Every living being slaughtered.

Be it man or beast.

Even the emperors of the Yuan Dynasty themselves.

These souls imprisoned by the dragon veins have already lost all spirituality and consciousness.

There are only boundless resentment and madness left, and the most primitive, destroying all desires.

This dragon vein supported the Yuan Dynasty's invincibility and invincibility.

But now, it has been swallowed by Ding Zheng.

What Swallowing Dragon Veins brings to Ding Zheng is other than rewards for completing missions.

Naturally there are other benefits.

However, there are also some disadvantages.

In this thing that Ding Zheng called the dragon soul, those crazy souls were emitting madness and resentment all the time.

It made it difficult for Ding Zheng to suppress his temper and murderous nature.

Although it is not out of control, it is obviously not what Ding Zheng wants to go berserk like a mad cow all day long, especially after killing someone.

So after it devoured the dragon's veins, one of the most common things it did was to calm down and control its emotions as it does now.

"Hoo...hoo..."

Ding Zheng took a deep breath.

It seems to be very peaceful, but the armrest of the dragon chair that has been crushed into crumbs in the hand is also reflecting its state at this moment.

Nothing to do with calm.

Ding Zheng didn't know why.

All the tasks have been completed, and the strength has also been greatly improved.

Right now, there are only 9 minutes left to return to Skull Island.

It should be a day of great joy.

But it is inexplicably irritable, as if something very important is going on.

I can't calm down at all.

The countdown that changes rapidly from second to second.

At this time, it was as slow as a turtle crawling.

Boom!

finally.

The armrest of the dragon chair was overwhelmed by the load, and was crushed by Ding Zheng.

"Hiss... ho..."

Ding Zheng let out another long breath, and then suppressed the emotions that were already about to explode.

"Did something happen to Hanhan?"

Ding Zheng thought, there is nothing in this world that can trigger his mood swings.

But then, it shook its head again: "It shouldn't be...it's not stupid, how could it go to a dangerous place by itself?"

"Then why?"

creak creak...

Suddenly, the piercing sound of the door opening entered Ding Zheng's ears.

Let the already wrinkled forehead be twisted together, squeezing out a deep gap.

"Master." Zhang Wuji came in from the outside and said aloud.

Ding Zheng frowned slowly, and continued to remain silent without making a sound.

This cheap apprentice helped Ding Zheng a lot.

Whether it was the Guangmingding before, or going to Binghuo Island alone to bring back the Dragon Slaying Knife, it was a big deal.

It saved Ding Zheng a lot of time.

Its attitude should be better.

Zhang Wuji's face was like a crown of jade, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, wearing a white robe, he walked in slowly and imposingly, and now he is a general of the Ming army.

With a very strong strength, no one refuses to accept.

As long as Ding Zheng leaves, this country will belong to Zhang Wuji.

Easy to get.

Da, da, da, da...

Zhang Wuji stopped under the steps in front of the dragon chair, and saluted Ding Zheng respectfully.

"Master."

He said: "I want to know, where will you go, Master, after the world is peaceful?"

"Where do you think I should go?" Ding Zheng replied casually.

No opening and closing of the mouth was seen, but the voice came from the chest cavity.

It was Duan Yanqing's ventriloquism that Ding Zheng found from the Yuan Dynasty's imperial palace and passed down to Tianlong Temple in Dali.

Zhang Wuji's face froze, and then he suddenly bowed and saluted, his face full of joy: "Congratulations, master, for mastering ventriloquism."

"Hmm..." Ding Zheng nodded as a response.

Zhang Wuji stood up straight again, and was silent for a while: "Is Master going to be the emperor?"

"What do you recommend?"

Zhang Wuji showed hesitation, but after a while, he said in embarrassment: "Please forgive me for being unreasonable. I think that with the character and identity of the master, he is not suitable to be an emperor."

"Why?" Ding Zheng asked patiently, he didn't feel any malice from Zhang Wuji.

"First of all, Master is not a human race, so he has never been able to completely convince the public. Secondly...Master has become too aggressive in recent days and has begun to lose popular support." Zhang Wuji replied honestly, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

"Oh?" Ding Zheng said slowly, "Then what do you think should be done?"

Zhang Wuji hesitated for a while, then suddenly knelt down and said, "Master, forgive me. If the master insists on being the emperor, then this disciple will have to act and subdue the master."

"Hehe..." Ding Zheng laughed.

Look at the countdown, there are more than four minutes left.

"Your master, I never thought of being the emperor, but I happen to be very upset." Ding Zheng said.

Then, without waiting for the joy on Zhang Wuji's face to last long, he continued: "But your apprentice is already ready to pull me down as a master, so if I, as a master, don't teach you a lesson, then It’s really a loss of face.”

"Call your master out."

As soon as Ding Zheng finished speaking, Zhang Sanfeng came from a distance on a ladder, landed in the palace, and gave Ding Zheng a polite fist.

"You grandpa and grandson go up together."

Ding Zheng slowly opened his eyes, two faint red lights flashed in his eyes!