Thirty-four heavens, Xuandu Qibao Ziwei Palace.

A gust of wind blew, and a man flew in with a "whoosh".

He flew so fast that others couldn't see his clothes at all, and of course, his face couldn't be seen clearly.

Another gust of wind blew, this time three people.

Sun Wukong and the three of them followed the person in front of them and flew to the Xuandu Qibao Ziwei Palace, but as soon as they entered, the person disappeared.

The Xuandu Qibao Ziwei Palace was empty, and there was nothing.

"Strange, where will he hide?" Nezha asked suspiciously, looking at the empty Xuandu Qibao Ziwei Palace.

Sun Wukong clutched the golden hoop stick tightly and didn't say a word.

Suddenly, there was a strange noise.

Sun Wukong's eyes were sharp, and he pointed to the front and said, "Look there!"

Not far ahead, a small piece of ground was dented.

Sun Wukong walked over cautiously.

A mask suddenly flew out of the pit.

Sun Wukong flipped two heels in a row, the mask swept past his waist, and went straight to Nezha.

The mask flies extremely fast, but Nezha is even faster.

An afterimage flashed, and the mask stopped in the air, motionless.

Nezha caught the fire-tipped spear that galloped out and touched it lightly, and at the same time, the mask behind him turned into pieces.

But he didn't see it, the shards on the ground slowly moved, and then combined into a new mask, and under the mask, a pair of hands, and then the whole body.

This person Nezha is all too familiar - dressed in white and wearing a demon mask.

"Nezha's skills are really good, but compared with Yang Jian, he is less heroic. The demon mask looked at Nezha's back and said faintly.

Nezha was startled and quickly turned his head, and behind him, the demon mask was staring at him deadly.

"Who the hell are you?" asked Nezha.

"Do you need to know?" said the Demon Mask.

"Don't you say, okay, then the young master will take off your mask with his own hands. As he spoke, Nezha had already arrived in front of the demon mask, and after the last word was spoken, the spear had been pierced.

Demon Mask sneered, and two scythes appeared in his hands, and with a slight lift of his wrist, the fire-tipped spear was jammed.

Seeing that something was wrong, Nezha silently recited a mantra, and instantly grew three heads and six arms.

The demon mask had no choice but to let go of the spear and quickly distanced himself from Nezha.

Nezha's weapons in all six hands were thrown together, and the demon mask brandished a scythe, blocking them all.

At this time, Sun Wukong also joined the battle.

Nezha's spear is like thunder, and the attack is fierce, and Sun Wukong's stick method is peculiar and difficult to fathom. The two of them were one in front of the other, one on the left and one on the right, frantically attacking the Demon Mask.

Against Nezha, the demon mask was already stretched, and now with one against two, it was defeated in less than ten rounds.

Once it falls behind, it will inevitably be full of flaws.

Sun Wukong swept away thousands of armies with one move, and the demon mask subconsciously lowered his head to avoid it, but Nezha returned the horse pistol with another move, and the fire spear that had been pierced pulled back again.

Hearing only the sound of "Zila", the left arm of the demon mask was cut off alive by the fire-tipped spear, and with a "bang", the arm fell to the ground.

"How's it going, now it's time for you to say, who the hell are you?" Nezha walked over slowly.

Surprisingly, no blood was coming out of the wound, and the demon mask did not respond.

At this time, the severed arm on the ground began to slowly squirm, and in the next second, the demon mask picked up the severed arm and put it back on.

"It's too early to say that!" said the Demon Mask coldly.

"You don't have to resist, you're at the end of your rope. Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the ground, and now it's too late to rein in the precipice. Sun Wukong turned the golden hoop stick around and walked over and said.

"You're so confident you can bring me down?" said the demon mask, taunting as he held two scythes across his chest.

"Then give it a try. Nezha took a step forward, and at this time, there seemed to be an extra layer of murderous aura on his fire-tipped gun.

"Well, I'd like to see how capable you are. As soon as the words fell, a burst of white mist rose, and when the white mist dissipated, four identical demon masks appeared in front of Nezha.

"Good fellow, come on!"

Sun Wukong and Nezha fight with the four demon masks.

The two sides are evenly matched, and neither can take advantage of the other.

Two hundred rounds later.

Sun Wukong and Nezha were already tired, but the four demon masks were still calm, as if they wouldn't be tired at all.

Another hundred rounds.

Sun Wukong and Nezha's physical strength is about to run out, but the four demon masks are becoming more and more courageous.

"How's it going? who's losing now?" the four demon masks made identical sounds, which were low and hoarse, and with an endless murderous aura in them, making the listener shudder.

At this moment, Sun Wukong seemed to think of something, only to see him rush directly to one of the demon masks.

Nezha understood his intentions and ran away from the demon mask.

Two-on-four, tie, what about two-on-one?

This demon mask naturally couldn't block the attack of the two people, and in less than ten rounds, Nezha picked off his head with a single shot.

His headless body fell to its knees, and in a moment the corpse turned into a pile of powder, along with the head.

Now, there are only three left.

Sun Wukong and Nezha used the same method, and in less than twenty rounds, they destroyed two more.

Now, there's only one left.

"How about it? Are you going to be caught, or do you want us to do it?" said Nezha, pointing a fiery spear at the demon mask.

"You won, but there's still a problem. The demon mask turned his hands behind his back, as if to throw in the towel.

"What's the problem?" Although the hand of the demon mask was turned back, Nezha was still full of vigilance.

"Although you have won against me, can you keep me?" As the last word was spoken, a burst of colorful smoke suddenly enveloped the demon mask.

"Not good!" Sun Wukong shouted and rushed into the smoke, but there was no one in the smoke.

When the smoke cleared, Sun Wukong looked around and found that the tiles on the southwest wall had been trampled on.

Sun Wukong jumped into the air in the southwest direction, but who would have thought, a dart flew out without warning.

Sun Wukong was defenseless, and this dart was in the center.

With a "bang", Sun Wukong fell to the ground, and blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth.

"Fight to defeat the Buddha, but that's it! At midnight, ten thousand arrows pierce the heart! Sun Wukong, from now on, you can taste the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, hahahaha!!"

The laughter faded away until it died down completely.

Nezha was just about to chase after him, but was pulled by Sun Wukong.

"The Great Sage. Nezha squatted down and found that Sun Wukong's wound had turned black.

Sun Wukong's face was pale, his hands trembled, he looked at Nezha, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, he tilted his head, and fainted............