Thousands of miles of golden light, such as the golden body appeared outside the Western Heaven Bliss.

Tang Seng on the back of a white horse, looking up at the golden body in the sky, opened his eyes lightly, his eyes flashed with golden light, and his eyes seemed to be all the Three Realms, no, it was clearly a complete scene of the Three Realms. At a distance of 100 miles, Yiyun and Xi'er can be sure at the same time, Rulai does not exude the slightest abnormal emotion, no joy, anger, sorrow, sorrow, and sorrow, and no murderous thoughts.

Tang Seng's expression changed to be extremely calm, with reverence and seriousness in his eyes. Sun Wukong's eyes showed a strange appearance, a golden wishful stick that was almost invisible in small eyes, gradually became larger and longer, and a wave of intention spread wildly to the surroundings.

But it is by no means murderous, it is a fighting spirit.

"If you come, the old grandson will come!" Sun Wukong shouted, raised the huge wishful stick, brought the battle spirit that made the heavens and the earth tremble, and waved it towards the golden body in the air. "It's been 6,000 years, and you still refuse to let go of the obsession in your heart." Rulai stretched out his right palm and faced the wishful stick that he swung and smashed, and the sound of gold and iron clashing.

The wishful stick is trembling, and the Monkey King holding the stick is also trembling, the faint high-speed trembling sound is scattered and expanded, and the sky and the earth seem to rotate because of this exchange, the sky moves, and the earth shakes. Ruyi stick, move again, the huge wishful stick danced in Sun Wukong's hand, every stroke seemed to be able to cut the heaven and earth, each stick hit the golden palm of Rulai, and the aftermath of the collision seemed to make the earth crack.

However, this makes the attack of the ground tremor, no matter what, unable to break through the interception range of Rulai's golden palm, no matter how powerful the energy brought by the Ruyi stick, how fast it is, and how tricky the angle of the attack is, it will be firmly held by Rulai's golden palm in the next moment.

The purple shirt smiled happily, sitting next to the Dan furnace, the medicinal materials have been configured according to the amount, these large quantities of rare materials, it can be said that all the manpower and means of the purple shirt have been used, and now, it has finally officially begun to refine. The purple shirt's eyes flashed with a hazy purple and white luster, but what was reflected in his eyes was the situation of Rulai's battle with Sun Wukong at this time.

In the corner of the purple shirt's eyes, a few miles away, Zixia, with an anxious expression, was even more faintly excited and nervous, and flew towards the West Heaven Bliss at high speed. Zixia's mana is definitely not weak, and with the help and guidance of Zishan, although she is not confident in her own strength, she also thinks that she can play a role.

The wishful stick, swinging, still has the great power of shaking the heavens and the earth, but Rulai still resists calmly as before, Sun Wukong's eyes gradually show madness, and the wishful stick in his hand, the power of each blow becomes more terrifying and terrifying.

Yiyun and Xi'er had already hugged each other and moved to a closer distance, quietly watching the battle. But both of them know that Sun Wukong won't be able to support it for long......

The purple-white light suddenly rushed into the battle circle. Ethereal and ...... The phantom shadow is like a real one, reflecting the figure of a very beautiful woman, purple and white palm prints, fast without a shadow, fast without a trace, and bombarding the golden body of Rulai layer upon layer.

Zixia really doesn't have really rich practical experience. Although the angle of the statement seems to be very ingenious and clever, however, it is just a fixed routine, and this routine is copied according to understanding. This, Yiyun and Xi'er, of course, can be seen.

Zixia is impossible to win Rulai, and it can even be said that for the battle between Rulai and Sun Wukong, with Zixia's strength, I am afraid that she will not even be able to interfere with the surname at all. In that case, why did she learn to be ethereal? Why did the purple shirt teach her to be ethereal and traceless?

Zixia was very brief in her heart, and what she was facing at this moment was the most powerful and unchallengeable supreme existence in the Three Realms. Therefore, Zixia saw that her attack could really hit Rulai, and immediately urged the mana with all her strength, and the layers of fist shadow palm prints continued to bombard Rulai's golden body, Rulai did not resist, did not counterattack, opened her eyes lightly, and quietly stared at Sun Wukong suspended in front of her.

Zixia's sudden insertion made Tang Seng, who was sitting on the back of the white horse, involuntarily shift his gaze, and a strange light flashed in his eyes. "You came just to go, so why did you come?" Tang Seng muttered to himself, his palms together.

"Why are you here? Who asked you to come? Who taught you such demonic skills? Sun Wukong shouted, with anger in his tone and questioning. Zixia didn't dare to stop the offensive in her hand, Zixia thought that she was inflicting a big blow on Rulai at the moment, at least it also limited Rulai's movements, and only hoped that the ruyi stick that could tear the sky apart could give Rulai a fatal blow at this time.

"I can't be a smiling Zixia forever, I want to accompany you, I want to help you!" Zixia's tone was full of resoluteness, containing the persistence of never looking back. The wishful stick in Sun Wukong's hand tightened, and then loosened, his eyes were extremely complicated, Zixia still didn't dare to let go at all, and urged the mana with all her might, and exerted an effective blow on Rulai that she thought she couldn't stop.

Zixia's attack was in vain. It's just that for Sun Wukong, this almost ridiculous useless work, shocking, is huge. The brilliance of a moth fighting a fire can be more important than anything else to another moth.

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, "You help me? With your weak strength, you think you can help me? Let you see, what is power! "The wishful stick, piercing the heaven and the earth, bringing up a golden light, the heaven and the earth, trembling, Zixia's attack, couldn't help but stop, the body, trembling slightly.

The wishful stick smashed the right palm of Rulai who poked out of the grid, and the energy aftermath was aroused, and the purple glow that was blown was thrown for more than ten miles, before it stabilized the momentum. Is this the Monkey King? Is this what it is? It turns out that our attack is fundamental, so that Rulai doesn't even bother to resist it? Zixia was stunned in mid-air, as if, in an instant, her heart was hollowed out, despair?

"Go back to your fairy world, continue to sit at the far end, and be the forever smiling Zixia! Do you think anyone can fight? Do you think you can help me? Between heaven and earth, who deserves to help me Sun Wukong!? No one deserves it, no one can deserve it! Sun Wukong, roaring, almost hysterical.

"Wukong, why are you doing this...... Amitabha, all living beings are suffering, nothing more than that, nothing more than that. Tang Seng on the back of the white horse, his palms together, muttered to himself.

The stunned Zixia in the sky was so stupidly suspended. "I'm sorry, I just, I just want to help you, I just, I don't want to watch you fight alone, and I can only sit in the clouds, thinking about you alone."

"Phew! An ignorant woman, self-righteous, I'm lonely? How can I, Sun Wukong, be lonely? I'm not lonely at all, it's your business to be lonely, don't run to help me, you can't help me, I don't need you to help me, you don't deserve to help me! Sun Wukong laughed loudly and said, extremely hurtful words.

Zixia was stunned, at a loss. "Don't get out of here! Don't get in the way of this great sage and fighting with Rulai here! Sun Wukong roared, glanced at Zixia contemptuously, don't look over, and looked at Rulai. Zixia, like a walking corpse, slowly flew away.

Her pain stems from her obsession and her lack of understanding. Your pain comes from your obsession and self-understanding. Sun Wukong was furious, "If you come to the old man, don't talk nonsense in front of this great sage, take me a baton!" Sun Wukong was furious, and the wishful stick was full of sky-high anger, with an indelible sharpness and unyieldingness, and waved it towards Rulai......

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In the fairy world, the purple shirt flowed with purple and white bright eyes, reflecting the purple glow that slowly flew back towards the fairy world like a walking corpse. The flying purple glow suddenly paused, as if suddenly making a decision, and the bright brilliance gradually appeared in her eyes. Resolutely, he turned around, and flew towards the place where he had come.

"Purple shirt, you'll definitely help me, won't you? You won't look at me like this, helpless and helpless, I know you will definitely help me, because you are my only friend......"

Just like a thousand years ago, a thousand years ago, the wishful stick was never able to hit the golden body effectively. It's just that Sun Wukong, who is holding the baton, is not the slightest discouraged, does not flinch at all, and does not have the slightest intention of retreating. Even if, as in the past, the energy is finally exhausted, and then turns into stone and sleeps, it will never retreat and give up!

"I'll be sure to help you! I am by no means a burden to you, and I am by no means just sitting in the clouds stupidly reminiscing about your past, stupidly waiting for the forever smiling Zixia who may never end. Smile, just because I have you in my heart and the place where you are by my side, it is the fairy world, and I will never let myself continue to be wrong! ”

In the distance, I don't know when, Zi Xia Na's resolute face appeared. Zixia's hands of gloves were raised, and her whole body was faintly flowing, purple and white light, and the clear sky was densely covered with purple and white strange clouds. So weird, so confusing.

Sun Wukong, furious, holding on to the wishful stick, clenched extremely hard, "Get out!" Self-righteous woman, you can't help anything, and I don't need your help, get out of here! "I'm not leaving! I want to help you, I want to accompany you, whether you are a fairy or a goblin, I will accompany you......"

The suspended Zixia, the hair grew strangely fast, surrounding the body, dancing irregularly, and cold sweat slowly broke out on her face, obviously carrying great pressure and pain. Behind Zixia, Zixia's invisible back, a hazy and vague figure, appeared, extremely beautiful, obviously smiling, charming.

The hazy shadow stood towards Yi Yun, smiling, gentle and delicate.

Zixia Jiao drank, and the purple white clouds that enveloped the entire sky slowly rotated, forming, a terrifying vortex of energy. Behind Zixia, the beautiful hazy shadow, hands held high. Sun Wukong's eyes were full of anger and resentment, staring at Zixia, and behind him, the extremely beautiful hazy shadow ......

"Heavenly Punishment!" Zixia Jiao drank, her palms towards Rulai, and pushed quickly. The hazy figure behind Zixia spoke softly, but it was silent, but the shape of the mouth said clearly, "Yiyun ......" In the sky, a thick purple and white energy giant light burned with the terrifying purple flame, and the speed was extremely fast, rushing towards the golden body.

Zixia was gone, blending into the front end of the giant light, her eyes full of determination without looking back. Rulai's eyes widened, and he shouted, pushing his palms towards the purple and white giant light that rushed in, and the light splashed in all directions. The energy gathered in the sky seemed to be completely evacuated by the beam, like the bright light of a meteor cutting through the sky, but it was coarser and the energy contained was more terrifying and terrifying.

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