Sun Wukong lazily leaned on the "water and fire stick" given by the Northern Thunder, squinted his eyes, and said lightly to the Beihai knife:

"Why did you people from the Central Dynasty come?"

Artush raised his eyebrows and asked noncommittally, "Your Excellency is waiting for me?"

Sun Wukong laughed and said, "Didn't the boss say that you should be able to arrive yesterday?" Are you lazy?"

Beihai Dao couldn't stand it, and said arrogantly to Sun Wukong: "You monkey head, why don't you kneel when you see the three princes of my Central Dynasty?"

Sun Wukong asked curiously: "My old grandson is not a courtier of the Central Dynasty, why do you kneel to him?"

"Also, why don't you people kneel down when you come to my Seven Holy Mountains?"

"Look for death!" Beihai Dao was furious, and there was a pitch-black horse chopping knife in his right hand, and he slashed at Sun Wukong's Liuyang Kui.

Artush didn't stop the North Sea Knife from making a move, he also wanted to see what Sun Wukong was capable of.

Beihai Knife is a master at the peak of the Demon King level, comparable to the master of the "Fairy Realm", as soon as he made a move, he was full of strength, and the magic knife in his hand burst out with a three-foot cold light, and all the vitality around him was absorbed by the magic knife and turned into a powerful sword.

"Slash!"

The magic knife of the Beihai knife slashed into Sun Wukong's head, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, it broke into two sections with a "bang".

Sun Wukong touched his head full of monkey hair, looked at Beihai Dao in confusion and asked, "Are you attacking me?"

Beihai Knife held the half-truncated knife, cold sweat broke out, and he suddenly found that the monkey in front of him seemed to be difficult to deal with.

"The third brother said that whoever beats me, I will fight back." Sun Wukong showed a simple smile towards the Beihai Knife, and then the water and fire stick in his hand hit the Beihai Knife with a mysterious trajectory.

Beihai Dao can't describe Sun Wukong's stick technique, only that he has been trapped by an invisible pressure, not only can't move for half a minute, but can't even raise his hands to defend.

"Danger!" Artush took a step forward, his right hand like a claw, and grabbed Sun Wukong's "water and fire stick", trying to save the North Sea Knife.

When Sun Wukong's stick touched Artush's right hand, Artush found that he was holding it up, and there was a groundbreaking force coming from the water and fire stick, which was completely brute force, without a trace of magic, but in front of this brute force, Artush only heard a "click" from his palm, and then he saw that the five fingers of his right hand were irregularly twisted and turned outward.

After the "Water and Fire Stick" broke Artush's palm, the aftermath slammed into the body of the North Sea Knife.

"Crackling!"

Beihai Dao's body made a sound like a firecracker, and then he fell to the ground like a mess of mud, and the demonic energy in his body erupted from every cell, like a small bomb, and exploded beyond recognition.

When all the movement had passed, Artush found that the North Sea Knife had disappeared, leaving only a deep pit in its place.

Sun Wukong's simple single stick not only broke Artush's right palm, but also wiped out the shape and spirit of the Beihai knife, and there were no bones left.

Artush involuntarily took two steps back, feeling the pain in his right hand before reacting.

"I didn't expect the old man of the Seven Great Saints to be so powerful, I'm afraid he already has a Demon Emperor-level cultivator, right?"

Artush took the initiative to find the Seven Holy Mountains, that is, he took a fancy to the Seven Saints were all young demons, among which the oldest Bull Demon King was only about 5,000 years old, and the old Monkey King was only 500 years old.

Five hundred years old is not worth mentioning for demons, Artush still remembers that he was still a minor when he was five hundred years old, and his cultivation was about the level of a demon general.

But the five-hundred-year-old Sun Wukong in front of him has the strength to threaten his life, and his strength is at least "Demon Emperor level".

The demon world has always respected strength, the seven saints are worshipped, and Sun Wukong can only be ranked last, so isn't the other six great saints even more powerful, Artush couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this.

"Why are you so weak?" After Sun Wukong smashed the Beihai knife to death with a stick, he touched his head and said to himself in confusion: "I knew that I didn't need to use fifty percent of my strength."

"Sss Artush gasped and felt a puff of cool air rush over his head.

He didn't know if what Sun Wukong said was true, but he didn't dare to bet.

"There are many disturbances to the Seven Holy Mountains today, and Artush will come to the door another day to make amends."

Artush can become the eldest son of Mangchao, not by virtue of his strong strength, but by judging the situation and being able to bend and stretch.

Sun Wukong tilted his head and replied in embarrassment: "But the second brother told me to leave all of you behind."

Artush's face changed greatly, and his body immediately turned into a demonic wind and hid behind his subordinates.

"Stop him for the emperor!"

Artush did not hesitate to hide and let his men die.

Sun Wukong lifted the stick at the first moment Artush moved, only to see a ball of flame and ice emerging from both ends of the "water and fire stick", and the two opposing forces quickly fused together and turned into a chaotic force.

"Shocking Stick"

Sun Wukong's stick stretched forward, drawing a thousand and one stick shadows, each stick shadow corresponds to one of Artush's men, when all the stick shadows disappeared, Artush's men, whether it was a general-level soldier or a demon-level officer, none of them could stand, but Artush took advantage of this gap and fled to the foot of the mountain.

Artush is a Demon Emperor-level master, that is, the "Earth Immortal Realm", the Demon Emperor Heavenly Immortal does not come out, if he wants to escape, no one can stop him.

The Central Dynasty still has 9,000 garrisons at the foot of the "Seven Holy Mountains", as long as Artush joins with it, he will not be afraid of Sun Wukong, at least his life will be worry-free.

But when Artush came to the foot of the mountain, he saw a desperate sight.

A huge golden-winged Dapeng bird is devouring Artush's subordinate soldiers, this Dapeng bird is full of ferocity, and can swallow more than a hundred demon general-level soldiers in one bite.

Next to the Roc Bird, a pitch-black demon dragon rolled through the army of the Central Dynasty, and with each roll he rolled, the sword-like dragon scales could stab countless soldiers to death.

At the end of the army, a demon with a lion's head on his head, holding a nine-ring broadsword, was harvesting life, he was like a meat grinder, and he was afraid to kill the Central Dynasty army.

The three demons were like three killing machines, leaving no pieces of armor left behind the nine thousand garrisons, and by the time Artush arrived, there were not many people left in their army.

After killing the last soldier, the three demons took on human form and flew not far from Artush to surround him.

Artush knew that he might not be able to escape today, even the weakest lion demon among the three demons was a master of the "Demon Emperor level", and that demon dragon made Artush feel a feeling of heart palpitations.

"It turns out that the Seven Great Saints are all Demon Emperor-level demons, no wonder they can gain a firm foothold in the Demon Realm where they are constantly killing." Artush reacted too late, because Sun Wukong also came to his side at this time.

"Can you give me a good time?" Artush smiled wryly.

"For the sake of Mangchao, you can." The young man in the form of a demon dragon nodded.