"Now that you've guessed it, we can't let you go, it's a pity, we can't let you report it. The Ghost Mother stared at the three of them murderously and said with a sneer.

"Paper kite, Jingjing, you guys go quickly!" Sun Wukong suddenly became nervous, gritted his teeth tightly, and said very anxiously.

"What, what about you?" Bai Jingjing was shocked and said in a panic.

"I want to go, no way, bloom, flower of death!" the ghost mother stood up with a hideous face, her eyes shining fiercely, and the fierce god screamed viciously.

As soon as the Holy Mother of Ghosts finished speaking, the ghosts from all directions were thousands of troops, huge in number, and in huge groups, began to sweep in like a tide. Their eyes were blood-red, like ferocious beasts with their teeth and claws, and their hysterical sorrow resounded throughout the desert.

The ground cracked here and there, trembling for a while, as if the earth was shaking, and one after another giant leafless flowers broke through the earth, rose from the ground, and grew wildly and stretched out to the sky.

The flowers bloomed in the wind, constantly emitting a purple mist, covering the entire desert, and even the sky was a strange purple color.

As the purple mist spread wantonly, those dying infected people also turned into ghosts at once, swarming in all directions, and even those rotting corpses crawled out of the ground, densely packed like an army of undead.

"Stinky monkey, we're not leaving. Xia Paper Kite Unsheathed the Imperial Sword and said stubbornly without hesitation.

"Let's go-" Sun Wukong exclaimed.

"Monkey King-" Xia Paper Kite turned around and stared at Sun Wukong affectionately, her eyes flashing like tears, and she shouted incomprehensibly.

"You don't have to worry about me, go and inform Qing Ran and Qing Ming, tell Qing Ming, this is my gift to my future apprentice, remember, Monkey King will not die, you must come, I will return with you in triumph. Sun Wukong paused for a moment, said with a smile, turned around and gritted his teeth, and said very resolutely, "I will never allow the people I care about to die because of me." ”

"Monkey—" Bai Jingjing whispered in her heart.

"Let's go!" Xia Paper Kite stared at Sun Wukong for a long time, then turned around helplessly, slowly closed his eyes, secretly wet his eyes, took Bai Jingjing's hand, and said.

The two of them rose with their swords, flew in the clouds, and reluctantly evacuated.

"Doutian Shenluo, one is coming, the second fighter is open, and the second is open!"

Sun Wukong made a seal, in the blink of an eye, his eyes changed magically, the eyes were cracked around the cracks, the golden lava flowed in the cracks, the edges were carved with gold wire, the eyes were shining with golden light, very dazzling, and the eyeballs were carved with the four-character seal of the fighter.

"Nirvana's Immortal Heart, Immortal Energy, Kai of Shinra Vajra!"

Sun Wukong soared into the sky, without fear in his heart, the rungs were behind the two, and the sky shook and roared, and suddenly a spectacle appeared.

A golden flame in the sky suddenly burst open, like clouds and mist, flying through the clouds, like mountains and seas, making the clouds surging like huge waves. The golden flame turned into a golden fire cloud around Sun Wukong, and the sky was full of golden light, which was very dazzling and spectacular.

Sun Wukong seems to be reborn in Nirvana, his whole body is covered with golden lava, golden magma slowly flows in the ravine, and the monkey hair on his head, face and chest is very dense, surrounded by golden flames that seem to be surging, but the ends are dyed bright red. His eyes were shining with dazzling golden light, his pupils were blood-red, and the golden magma flowed in the cracks around his eye sockets, the edges of the cracks were carved with gold threads, and the golden flames were still bubbling from his mouth.

The cloud of fire disillusioned into his red cloak, like an unquenchable flame fluttering in the wind, and the cloud of fire turned into golden lava and clinged to his body, forming a blazing golden flame armor, and even his blood turned into flowing gold.

Sun Wukong patted his head lightly, and a golden hoop rod flew out of his ear. The golden rod circled around him, gradually growing in size as large as an iron rod. Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick tightly, a golden fire burned, the golden hoop rod was full of lava, the two ends were fiery red lava, the middle section was golden lava, and even the magma in the crack was fiery red and golden.

Sun Wukong is dressed in golden flame armor, majestic, holding a blazing lava golden hoop stick, his eyes are blazing, and he has the momentum of being a husband and a man.

"My children, stop them for me. The Holy Mother of Ghosts gave an order.

With the order of the Holy Mother of Ghosts, in the sky and on the ground, countless ghost armies immediately attacked. The flying ghosts in the air immediately swarmed towards Xia Paper Kite and Bai Jingjing, pounced on their prey like a vicious monster with an abominable face, opening their bloody mouths full of fangs, and roaring with their teeth and claws.

"If you want to stop me first, I'm thousands of doppelgangers, see how you stop me?"

Sun Wukong roared angrily, turning into thousands of clones, the same as when the jasper dragon was fighting, each clone was exactly the same as the body, as if it was carved out of the same mold. A part of the clones guarded Xia Paper Kite and Bai Jingjing, escorting the two of them to leave.

In the sky, the clones fought with the attacking flying ghosts, and for a moment, the shouts, screams, and sonorous sounds resounded throughout the sky. One by one, flying ghosts, with different heads, shattered bones at any time under the golden hoop stick of Sun Wukong's clone. There are also some clones that have turned into gold dust under the bite of the ghosts, and dissipated with the wind.

On the ground, the clone army and the ghost army fought in a scuffle, like an unprecedented battle, the sound of fighting was earth-shattering, and the screams were one after another, one after another. The stirring dust was like a sandstorm, covering the sky and the sun on this battlefield, and I don't know how many ghosts were torn apart in the dust, and how many doppelgangers turned into powder.

Xia Paper Kite and Bai Jingjing had no intention of fighting, and they were reluctant to give up in their hearts, so they had no choice but to leave slowly and safely under the cover of the doppelganger. Bai Jingjing burst into tears, knowing in her heart that Sun Wukong was more than lucky, and shouted loudly in the sky: "Kongkong, you must live, wait for us!"

"Sun Wukong, you are really ......" Xia Zhiyuan glanced at Bai Jingjing, turned around, looked at Sun Wukong, who was getting farther and farther away, with ripples in his eyes, and said with a smile.

In this way, under the desperate protection of Sun Wukong, the figures of the two gradually disappeared into the sky, and Sun Wukong also smiled, and put down a big stone in his heart.

"It's hateful, boys, tear him up for me!" Seeing Xia Paper Kite and Bai Jingjing leave safely, the Holy Mother of Ghosts pointed at Sun Wukong angrily and roared angrily.

The ghost army began to turn the spearhead and came towards Sun Wukong, thousands of ghost armies, mighty, and incredibly large in number. In the sky, the sky is overwhelming, and on the ground, the torrent is like a big river collapsing.

"Hahahaha...... Sun Wukong, they have fled, what are you going to do, see how you are going to deal with my army of 100,000 ghosts?"

"What, how could she know my name, what the hell is going on?" Sun Wukong couldn't help but be shocked in his heart, felt very strange, and said puzzledly.