"Damn, it turns out that your target has always been Zixia. Sun Wukong looked slightly sluggish, looked at the darkness in front of him for a while, and said with regret and self-blame.

"Hmph, you found out too late!" Qingran smiled coldly, staring at Sun Wukong and said.

"It's disgusting!" he said angrily, clenching his fists.

Qingran raised the bloody sickle and pointed at Sun Wukong, and said expressionlessly: "Stinky monkey, there will be you who feel good next!"

Sun Wukong let go of his fist, snorted lightly, sighed and said: "The Yellow Order is extraordinary, it's really not simple, you can actually make my old grandson have to open a double Dou Tianshenluo!"

"I will definitely kill you for my brother!" Qingran said viciously with a sense of resentment.

"Okay, you can give it a try!" Sun Wukong said frankly.

"Super Mystic Technique: Death's Scythe, Thousand Blades Jedi"

Qingran's blood-red eyes, blood flashed, and a texture like a spell was faintly engraved on the eyeballs. She put her fingers together into a sword, swung her bloody scythe, and roared.

The ground turned dark and bloody, and the long, curved blades of the scythe burst through the ground, causing the ground to crack and strangle each other. Sun Wukong has quick eyes and hands, and he fights to avoid it. Who knew that as soon as Sun Wukong landed, the blade of the sickle pierced the rock, and he pounced on it as cunningly as a beast.

Sun Wukong was unexpected, hurriedly dodged, and cut several wounds on his body. Just as Sun Wukong landed again, the blade of the sickle struck again, and Sun Wukong was agile and dodged again.

What's not good is that immediately after, the blades of the sickle continued one after another, and Sun Wukong dodged it again and again, and he was really tired enough. Sun Wukong simply flew off the ground and hovered a hundred meters above.

"This earth is actually fangs and is about to eat people, what a thousand-bladed Jedi, although come and see what other tricks you have!" Sun Wu said breathlessly.

"Stinky monkey, do you think that's all there is to it?" Qingran frowned and said angrily.

As soon as Qingran's voice fell, the ground suddenly trembled, and in the snap of his fingers, pieces of giant sickle blades rose from the ground, and each blade was also covered with long sharp blades, and they quickly grew into cannibal flowers, opening their bloody mouths and biting Sun Wukong fiercely.

"Ahh

The cannibal blade flower swallowed Sun Wukong in one gulp, and squeezed and rotated like a spiral, and there was a scream of pain.

"Hahahaha-" Qingran raised her head and laughed presumptuously, she couldn't help but slowly lower her eyebrows, staring closely at the blade flower, moistening her eyes, and said with affection: "Brother, I finally killed the stinky monkey for you!"

"Really?"

In the flower of the blade, there was an unexpected suspicion, and he asked disapprovingly.

"What!" Qingran said in shock.

"Boom-"

A violent explosion sounded, and the flower of the blade exploded open, and the ground instantly cracked, as if the mountain was shaking, and the dust was like thick smoke, and the blade fragments flew in all directions, like countless arrows. Qingran hurriedly swung the scythe, moving like a phantom, blocking all the fragments of the blade.

As soon as Qingran raised her eyebrows, Sun Wukong gathered the golden hoop rod that turned into a ring, and it was already rushing like a comet, penetrating her body. Qingran screamed, her mouth wide open and trembling, her hands stiffly stretched out, and she moaned in her last breath.

"This time, it's enough to kill you, my dear princess!" Sun Wukong landed steadily, turned around and said with a "whoop", caressing the golden hair.

"Hum Hum Hum ......"

Qingran suddenly had no pain, staring at Sun Wukong with a strange smile.

Her body suddenly flickered, looming, and let out a thud.

"Something is wrong!" Sun Wukong said with a frown.

At this moment, Qingran suddenly split into eight phantoms, transformed into eight identical Qingran, and surrounded Sun Wukong in all directions. The eight Qingran's eyes flashed with blood, and they immediately attacked, slashing the bloody scythe in their hands, releasing a series of blue-white half-moon aura.

Sun Wukong was invincible with one punch and four hands, and it was difficult to block the half-moon aura in all directions, desperately blocking a few aura, and the rest of the aura continued to penetrate his body.

In that freeze, a mouthful of blood spurted out, clutching his chest tightly, and looking hesitantly at the sky.

"Boom, boom—"

The sound of explosions rang out one after another, resounding through the sea of flowers, and small mushroom clouds rose from the ground, like the scene of indiscriminate bombardment, and the dust was like a sandstorm.

"I don't know the stinky monkey of the sky, why do you call me my dear princess!" Qingran was stunned and stared at Sun Wukong tightly.

"Nirvana Immortal Heart, Immortal Energy, Triumph of Shinra Lava!"

A ball of flame suddenly burst into a circle, like clouds and mist, flying across the ground, lifting the ground gravel continuously, like a mountain and a sea. A circle of flames turned into a cloud of fire and surrounded Sun Wukong. Lava slowly rises from the ground, dripping with magma and also revolving around Sun Wukong.

Qingran gritted her teeth tightly, and when she looked at Sun Wukong among the fire clouds, she couldn't help but be shocked.

The spectacle in front of you is incredible, the fire clouds like clouds and mist, and the lava stones dripping magma all revolve around Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was reborn like Nirvana, his whole body was like lava, slowly flowing with magma, the monkey hair on his face was surrounded by orange-yellow flames, his eyes were shining with golden light, and the orange-yellow magma flowed in the cracks around his eye sockets.

The clouds of fire disillusioned into his cloak, like flames floating in the wind, the suspended lava stone clinging to him, forming a fiery red armor, and the golden hoop rod in his hand was also like lava, and the magma in the cracks was fiery red.

"This is not dead, how is it possible, he is really a monster, why has his strength suddenly become stronger?" Qingran said in disbelief.

Sun Wukong raised his eyes, picked up the golden hoop stick in his hand, one end of the golden hoop rod turned into the sky, a stick swept the eight green rams, powerful and powerful, the stick wind was generated, like a hurricane roaring, and the towering tree passed by and bent his waist.

Sun Wukong smiled slightly, collected the golden hoop stick with confidence, looked around at Ba Qingran, the smile suddenly disappeared, and the expression on his face was like a rainy day.

The surroundings were like experiencing a disaster, and Ba Qingran was unexpectedly intact, staring coldly at Sun Wukong.

"Stinky monkey, it's useless, you're already trapped in my illusion!" said Qingran, smugly.

"Doutian Shenluo, the eleventh divine might, Shenluo disillusionment!"

Sun Wukong's eyes flashed with golden light, the rune marks on his eyes turned, and Qingran's phantom clone turned into light smoke and drifted in the wind, disappearing without a trace. Qingran has nothing to hide, but it has revealed its body.

"What, could it be that if you see through my illusion, my superconscious illusion, it is impossible for me to be seen through!" Qingran was stunned for a moment and exclaimed in astonishment.

"Hmph-" Sun Wukong smiled indifferently.

"Stinky monkey, don't be complacent, you see who it is, if you resist again, I will kill her!" Qingran smiled and suddenly said confidently.

As soon as Qingran's words fell, in the endless abyss in the sky, a cross wooden frame slowly descended, and the unconscious Zixia was bound on the wooden frame. The evil ghost next to him was snorting slimy saliva, baring his fangs and smiling evilly, and the knife was on Zixia's neck.

"Zixia!" Sun Wukong looked up at the sky and exclaimed anxiously.

"Hmph, this isn't some illusion!" Qingran said coldly with a deep meaning.

Sun Wukong clenched his fists tightly, turned to Qingran and gritted his teeth and said: "If you want to kill me, even if you come, there is no need to hurt Zixia, besides, your brother doesn't want anyone to hurt Zixia, once she loses a flash, how do you explain!"

"Hmph, it's not easy to explain, there is no proof of death, no one knows, I can say whatever I want, this woman is not worth my brother's memory, it's okay to die!" Qingran deliberately stimulated Sun Wukong, and said with great contempt.

"What, absolutely not!" Sun Wukong roared angrily.

"If I want to let her go, I'll trade your life for it!" Qingran shouted.