Sun Wukong's hands clutched his head and hit the stone under him like crazy.

The look on his face was constantly changing, his eyes were round, his teeth were clenched, and his mind seemed to be engaged in some kind of fierce struggle.

"You want to save him?"

"Yes. ”

"I disagree!"

"I have to go. ”

Sun Wukong raised his head, a thick sneer appeared on his face, and sneered: "It's up to you, Sun Wukong, most of your strength is mine, if I don't help you, you can't do anything!"

Sun Wukong trembled his lips and said with difficulty: "Qi Tian, we are the same person." ”

"Shut up! What are you! A monkey, a piece of waste, why do you compare yourself to me!"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows angrily, and countless flames seemed to ignite in his eyes, and he smashed down with a punch and embedded deep in the stone.

"Qi Tian, don't force me. ”

"Sun Wukong, if someone didn't help you, you could only live in that ghost-like world for the rest of your life, why should you!"

Sun Wukong's hand was pressed on his forehead, and he said with a serious expression: "For myself, I can endure it, but some things can't be done."

Ao Guang is dying, and since I know this, I can't lie on the stone and wait for him to die, I have to do something.

It's like the Heavenly Court where Xiaobai and him went because of me, in the final analysis, it was my fault.

If Ao Guang is dead, then why should I live, no monkey wants to lie on the stone and dream all the time. ”

Sun Wukong held his head, fell off the stone, and after rolling on the ground several times, he fell to the top of the mountain and passed out.

Qi Tian, how can you help me?

Dream! Want me to help you, unless you're dead!

If I'm dead, you'll die too, it's not realistic.

Give me your body, do you dare?

This......

Sun Wukong, who was in a coma, frowned, and his expression was full of struggle.

After a while, Sun Wukong's eyes slowly opened, his eyes showed a fierce light, and a strange smile rose at the corner of his mouth.

Sun Wukong straightened his waist, lowered his head and looked at his body, and said contemptuously: "Heh, monkey!"

He looked back at the mountain behind him, shook his head, and said, "It's really ugly!"

Then Sun Wukong jumped up and stood in the air, and the golden hoop stick struck a wave of air and crashed into the mountain.

"Your Excellency, Your Majesty, Something Happened!"

The huge movement finally alarmed others.

Xiao Tao Xiaoli hurriedly ran over, and saw in the air, the demon god wielding the golden hoop stick laughed loudly, and his expression was flying.

That look, it's not majestic!

When he was young, the word "Qi Tian" was chiseled out on the mountain.

This mountain is like a mountain fluttering in the wind, and it has a mountain name.

Sun Wukong landed, smashed open the door of the Demon God Temple with a stick, and walked out with a swagger carrying the golden hoop stick.

Xiao Tao Xiaoli hugged each other in horror, looking at Sun Wukong's back as he gradually moved away, his eyes were full of confusion.

Why did the stupid demon god become so terrifying?

.........

Not long after leaving the Demon God Temple, Sun Wukong met Zilan, who was about to stand as a stone statue.

Sun Wukong glanced at Zilan nonchalantly, and then bypassed her.

Just after walking a few steps, Sun Wukong suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked, "Hey, how to get to Heavenly Hell?"

Zilan didn't seem to hear it, and she didn't react at all.

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows, walked up to Zilan and said, "Hey, let me ask you how to get out of the Heavenly Prison?"

Zilan's watery eyes glanced at Sun Wukong calmly, but still didn't speak.

"Huh!"

Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop stick and pointed it at the side of Zilan's neck: "Believe it or not, I smashed your head with a stick!"

"You try!"

Zilan's voice was cold and unwavering.

"Look for death!"

Sun Wukong fell with a stick.

Zilan suddenly turned into a cloud of mist, which was dispersed and then re-condensed.

"It's so demonic. Zilan frowned.

Countless strands of black qi like filaments rose from around Zilan and pounced on Sun Wukong like a hungry wolf, as if he had found a long-coveted prey.

The black qi locked Sun Wukong's limbs, condensing a cross-like thing behind his back, nailing Sun Wukong directly to it.

Zilan raised his hand, and a cyan light pierced the sky and fell into his palm, turning into a sword of immortals.

"Those who offend will not die if they suffer from the four swords of the poor road, but they will live!"

Zilan was expressionless, and stabbed Sun Wukong in the throat with his sword.

The Zhuxian Sword passed through Sun Wukong's throat, revealing a long blade, shining with a faint cold light.

Sun Wukong's face was full of confusion and shame, he opened his mouth, and let out a hoarse cry from the depths of his throat.

Zilan pulled out Zhu Xian, drew a sword flower in the air, and struck Sun Wukong's heart, passing through his chest.

The third sword, Zhu Xian smashed Sun Wukong's dantian.

When it came to the last sword, Zhu Xian was against Sun Wukong's eyebrows, but he didn't take a step forward.

Zilan's gaze crossed Sun Wukong and landed behind him, and a green cow suddenly appeared.

"Moo~"

Qingniu looked at Zilan and let out a low, high-pitched chirp.

Zilan's expression was indifferent, and he calmly withdrew the Zhuxian Sword and went in the direction of the Ten Thousand Demon Palace.

The black qi that entwined Sun Wukong also dispersed with Zilan's departure.

Sun Wukong fell to the ground in response, lying flat with his body facing the sky.

The three wounds pierced by the Zhuxian Sword showed no signs of healing at all, and blood gushed out.

"Ah~uh......"

Sun Wukong opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

I'm going to die?

I'm going to die?

Sun Wukong was very puzzled and thought, this shouldn't be his way of death!

He is not the cowardly and stupid monkey of Huaguo Mountain, he is ......

The green cow suddenly appeared in Sun Wukong's sight, interrupting his reverie.

It lowered its head, stuck out its tongue and slowly licked Sun Wukong's wound, and the speed of blood flow in the wound gradually slowed down.

After a while, the three wounds had a tendency to scab over.

Sun Wukong wanted to stand up, but he just supported half of his body, and fell to the ground with a "tom".

Seeing this, Qingniu glanced at Sun Wukong with disdain, wrapped his tail around one of Sun Wukong's hands, and dragged him slowly south.

The green cow dragged a monkey to the Nantian Gate as if no one was around, and then flicked his tail and threw it out of the Nantian Gate.

In the blink of an eye, the thin body was obscured by a thick cloud and disappeared.

"Moo!"

The green bull held its head high and let out a low roar and disappeared.

......

Lao Jun stood at the door of Tushi Palace, looking at the returning green cow, smiling.

"Well done!"

He stretched out his hand and stroked the head of the green cow and praised.

"Moo!"

The green cow raised his head and whispered to Lao Jun, and there seemed to be grief in the sound.

Lao Jun said with concern: "What's wrong?"

The green cow shook its tail, and saw that there was an extra wound on the back of the cow that was still good, and there was a deep wound on the bone, and dark red blood overflowed from the wound and was imprinted on the ground along the cow's hooves.

Lao Jun stared at the wound and sighed: "My nephew, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"

Lao Jun bit his finger and wiped it towards the wound of the green cow.

After a few moments, the cow's back became as smooth as ever, and there were no signs of injury to be seen.