The diffuse dust is like a sandstorm covering the sky, and the front is brown and yellow, and you can't see or see it, but you can't hide the ugly face, and you can't bear the violence.

In the dust, Zixia, who was in the abyss of purgatory, was pitiful, her whole body stiffened, as if she was tied up by a dead five-flower, imprisoning her and making her to be slaughtered.

Zixia, who had nothing to do, had no choice but to sit and wait. She burst into tears, heartbroken, full of grief and indignation, and hated her heart, intertwined in her heart.

The night demon was even more unscrupulous, and began to unload the machine armor impatiently.

Zixia was in the dust, letting the tears burst the embankment, still concerned about Sun Wukong's safety, and said in her heart full of prayers: "Sun Wukong, are you still alive?"

The Night Demon unloaded half of his armor and stopped abruptly, feeling a powerful aura coming at him.

The poisonous dust that spread everywhere gradually settled, and the night demon trembled its wings, let out a silent insect chirp, and suddenly turned behind him.

"What!" said the Night Demon in shock.

Sun Wukong's eyes turned into red lava, and the immortal heart in his chest was also beating lava, flashing red hot light, beating strongly and powerfully, and the heartbeat was very clear. The mouth is also red lava, with cracks around it, and red magma flows.

He was half-crouching with a golden rod in his hand, spitting flames from his mouth, staring at the night demon viciously.

The night demon smiled evilly, and with all his strength, his eyes shot out two beams of light. The beam beam is three or four meters in diameter, and the surface of the beam is churning with red flames, and the blue-white light is very dazzling, and for a while, it illuminates the Mourning Mountains.

Sun Wukong roared angrily, and with all his strength, he stabbed the golden hoop stick hard. In the blink of an eye, one end of the golden hoop rod continued to grow longer and larger, colliding violently with the two beams of light.

All of a sudden, sparks burst into the sky, and one end of the golden hoop rod was wrapped in flames, like a meteorite coming like a bamboo.

"Aha-"

The night demon couldn't help but frown, a gritted tooth expression, constantly exerting his power, and let out an angry roar.

Sun Wukong roared angrily, spewed flames from his mouth, kicked his feet and flew up, struggling to stab the golden hoop stick again, and the two rays of light could not stop the edge of the golden hoop rod at all. The golden hoop rod pushed the night demon out fiercely, and slammed into the night demon's body in one fell swoop. The night demon couldn't resist it, and spouted a mouthful of blood, and was slammed into the male peak.

In an instant, the explosion roared loudly, and the high mountain peak was in a different place, and half of it fell down like a landslide, and the night demon was engulfed in the rocks, and there was no trace of his figure, and he lost his life in Huangquan.

Sun Wukong flew down to Zixia's side, clutching the golden hoop stick tightly, and constantly panting roughly. The cloak on his body was falling off as if spiritual, and it flew down Zixia's body.

Sun Wukong gradually fainted weakly, and the red lava in his eyes slowly extinguished, revealing bloody wounds emitting white smoke. The heart in his chest extinguished the crimson lava and gradually stopped beating.

"Sun Wukong, what's wrong with you?" Zixia exclaimed in her heart in a hurry.

At this moment, a cyan breeze blew, and Zixia put on silver armor in the blink of an eye. Suddenly, a drizzle of rain fell on this cliff, and when the breeze blew, the poisonous dust dispersed like clouds and mist.

The drops of water slid down Zixia's face, and Zixia couldn't help twitching her fingers, but she regained consciousness and her whole body was no longer paralyzed. Zixia suddenly got together, kept shaking Sun Wukong's shoulders, and said anxiously: "Sun Wukong, wake me up quickly!"

At this moment, a young girl walked in the forest, wearing a crown on her head, dressed in heavenly clothes, with a close Luo skirt or brocade skirt at her waist, and a pair of tassel earrings. Her demeanor was dignified and beautiful, riding a nine-colored deer, and she slowly walked towards the two while playing the flute.

"Who are you?" Zixia asked, turning her head and frowning slightly.

"You come with me. She said with a slight smile.

After she said that, she waved her sleeves slightly, and auspicious clouds rose under the feet of Sun Wukong and Zixia. She drove the nine-colored Xuanlu and walked up to the clouds, and the auspicious clouds actually carried the two of them to follow her.

At this moment, on Tianmen Peak, the ghost holy envoy and the orcs stared at the crystal ball tightly, and couldn't help but be stunned, their big pupils widened, their breath trembled, and they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

"What kind of monster is this stinky monkey, is it dead or not?" said the dragonman, gritting his teeth and wiping away a cold sweat.

The centaur frowned tightly, white smoke erupted from his nose like a pillar, raised the horse's hooves, let out a horse roar, and couldn't help biting it and said: "We really underestimate this monkey, he actually fought six people with the strength of one person, the ghost holy envoy, we have to go out with all of us!"

"I'll dismantle him to pieces!" said the dwarf, standing on the giant's shoulder, with a light breath and a hideous expression.

"I can wipe him to pieces with one kick!" said the giant, shaking off a cold sweat, crumpling his fists, his bones gurgling, and excitedly.

"Hurry up, I can't stay on land for too long!" said the fish-man with a blank expression.

"It's so hateful, the life and death of the night demon are uncertain, and all of us are on the move. The Ghost Envoy slowly wiped his cold sweat, clenched his fists tightly, and said angrily.