The sky changed, a little grotesque, a little weird.

The clouds splashed like ink, layer upon layer, layer upon layer, as deep as an abyss, as shallow as a white firmament.

Between the lightning and thunder, there was a sound, a burst, the thunder was like a sky collapse, and the lightning flashed like the sky cracked.

The heavens and the earth are like the twilight of the doomsday, and I see the wind but not the rain. Flowers and trees burned to ashes, falling like black snow, and the wind rolled up flames, coiling like a dragon's roar, reflecting the unruly face.

The sea of fire burned red like burning the sky, the fire burned the clouds red, and the black and white world left scarlet.

In the purgatory of the sea of fire, the cannibalistic flowers and strange trees struggled wildly, originally grass and trees, and the flowers were fragrant, but they were like spirited demons, burning into brittle charcoal in a terrible wail.

In front of Sun Wukong and on both sides, there are thousands of troops and horses, surrounded by heavy heaviness, these man-eating plants and trees, like wild pythons and beasts dancing their teeth and claws.

Sun Wukong was calm, looking at all directions, and gently let go of the golden hoop stick in his hand. The golden hoop rod transformed into a huge gold leaf, and Sun Wukong flew down on the gold leaf, standing with his head held high, always keeping an eye on the direction of the wind.

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, his eyes were shining with golden light, he spat gold in his mouth, frowned, gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to eat me, I don't have to think about you!"

Sun Wukong made seventy-two changes, plucked monkey hair, and gently blew, changing into hundreds of identical monkey kings, all holding one end of the golden hoop stick that turned into a sword and a gun.

"Kids, kill me!" Sun Wukong yelled.

Hundreds of clones rushed away, galloping, and their bodies were wrapped in golden flames, like golden meteors shuttling through the Dark Moon Forest, which was magnificent.

Man-eating plants and trees are as vicious as tigers, leopards, jackals, snakes, scorpions, and pythons, with swift and powerful movements, swift and changeable.

The monkey kings were full of firepower, overcoming thorns and thorns, between the swords and swords, the heads of plants and trees were different, and there was green blood flying everywhere. These man-eating plants and trees are not trivial, they are really like essences, much more cunning than wolves, insects, tigers and leopards.

The two fight each other, and those clones are not all lucky. Some clones were pierced by black vines, some were suffocated to death by five-flower ties, and some were swallowed.

Sun Wukong watched the changes from the sidelines, letting the clones pretend to attack and wait for the east wind to come.

At this moment, the wind direction quietly changed, and Sun Wukong couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that the east wind was coming, and shouted: "The wind is up, children!"

As soon as Sun Wukong's voice fell, the clones all flew up, releasing the Five Elements Immortal Technique with the wind on their backs, and a raging fire erupted from their mouths. All of a sudden, embattled, the flames soared into the sky, and under the help of the wind, the fire burned like a prairie fire, burning the entire Dark Moon Forest.

For a moment, there was a mournful scream all over the field, which was shocking and terrifying.

The clones also retired, turning into monkey hair and being devoured in the flames.

Sun Wukong was overjoyed, stroked his hair, lay on the gold leaf and said, "Golden hoop stick, let's go!"

Sun Wukong grabbed the golden leaf tightly and rushed out of the sea of fire, flew down on the lakeside, and hovered steadily.

Sun Wukong immediately jumped down from the gold leaf, kept patting the white smoke on his body, moaned in pain, and jumped up, it turned out that the high temperature of the sea of fire was about to roast him.

Sun Wukong looked up and there was a big lake in front of him, without saying a word, he plunged into the water suddenly, and came out of the water heartily, closed his eyes and enjoyed a long breath, and the white smoke disappeared. After those wounds heal, of course, there will be no pain or itching.

At this moment, Zixia actually appeared for the first time, quietly approaching the monkey in the water, she first hid behind the rock, poked her head out and secretly looked at the monkey for a while.

Looking at it, she smiled slightly, bit her finger lightly, exhaled a soft breath charmingly, dived into the water again, and slowly approached from behind the monkey.

Although the monkey has the eyes of the Doutian God, he does not have eyes on the back of his head. The monkey was so immersed in enjoyment that he did not notice anything unusual, considering that during the time above the fire, he was like being grilled on an iron plate.

At this moment, Zixia circled in front of him and emerged from the water, flicking a thousand strands of snow hair, and the water droplets were crystal clear like pearl rain.

The unobstructed Zixia Meiruo is like a hibiscus in a dream, just like a fairy who came out of a dream painting, you see her ice muscles and jade bones, her collarbones are thin, and between gasps, there are all kinds of charms, more charming and charming, cold and charming, and a little cold, like Luo Shen in the iceberg.

She smiled, stunning and charming, and her jade body slowly came out of the shallow water, constantly slowly approaching Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but be stunned in his heart, he felt incredulous, and he couldn't speak for a while. Suddenly, as soon as he opened his mind, he immediately turned around and asked suspiciously: "Zixia, why are you here, your clothes are ......?"

"Shhhhh

Zixia smiled slightly, and hugged Sun Wukong all of a sudden, regardless of the difference between men and women, rubbing in Sun Wukong's arms like a pet.

A bird in the tree, silently witnessing everything, as if it was scouting.

On the cliff a kilometer away, there was a heavy fog, an eerie silence, and the unconscious Shangguan Zhen hung from the towering dead trees, and he was tied up by five flowers.

In the mist, there are three orcs staring at a crystal ball, these three orcs have blood-red eyes and are full of murderous aura, they are the minotaur, the werewolf and the wingman.

"This stinky monkey doesn't seem to need our help!" the werewolf snorted and said coldly.

The three orcs looked at each other and smiled, not to mention how happy they were.

Thousands of miles away, on the desperate Great Wall, in the meditation room of the ancestor of Bodhi, Qingding Zhenren was engrossed in zazen, and the white spirit bird, which had been following the monkey left and right, suddenly chirped non-stop, constantly afraid of beating its wings, and tried its best to fly out of the window.

Bodhi Ancestor slowly opened his eyes, smiled slightly, and with a slight wave of his sleeves, the doors and windows opened automatically.

Bodhi Ancestor stroked his long beard and said in the third chapter of the law: "You can go if you want to, but you must remember not to turn into a human form and interfere in the trial!"

The white spirit bird nodded in agreement, and couldn't wait to fly out of the window......