"Dang!"

Sun Wukong punched the galloping huge sword directly into the air, the sword let out a mournful roar, whirling into the dark storm, even if there is no golden hoop stick in hand, Sun Wukong is also invincible with King Kong's incorruptible body.

The figure in the darkness frowned deeply, and stroked the sword in his hand, five hundred years have passed, this monkey is still so terrifying, it is impossible to defeat him with his ability.

"With this ability, do you want to hold my old grandson?!" Sun Wukong's five fingers turned into a hook, like a five-handled sharp knife, and fiercely tore a hole in the black wind in front of him, turned into a golden light and jumped to Tang Song's side, reached out and held the golden hoop stick in his palm, aimed at the river god who was casting spells in the distance, and threw it out.

"Damn!"

Looking at the roaring golden hoop stick, the river god cursed secretly, did not dare to slack off, picked up the gourd body and quickly hid in the water, and the spell was interrupted by the monkey again.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, the water waves were churning, the golden hoop rod slammed on the surface of the water, and the eight-hundred-mile quicksand river seemed to be boiling, like a tsunami setting off a monstrous wave.

"Long!"

Sun Wukong shouted coldly, and the golden hoop rod suddenly became a golden light, instantly turning into an optimus giant pillar, and the stick body suddenly extended to the bottom of the river.

"Humph!"

Sun Wukong snorted coldly, gently stretched out a finger and slowly stirred, and the huge golden hoop stick was also slowly stirred with Sun Wukong's fingers, and the violent power rolled under the water, forming a huge whirlpool in the center of the quicksand river.

The river god escaped into the bottom of the river, and just ran out not long before he felt the surrounding river water churn violently, and the violent vibration of the river water made the river god feel uncomfortable for a while, and before he could figure out what was going on, then a powerful suction force kept coming from behind, like an invisible black hole.

The river god hurriedly looked back, only to see an incomparably huge iron rod churning under the water, forming a huge whirlpool around it, sucking everything into it, and then being twisted into pieces by the iron rod.

The river god was so frightened that he couldn't help but feel the dead soul, slapped the gourd in his arms fiercely, and fled away desperately.

At this time, in the midst of the storm, a huge figure loomed, holding a sword and looking down coldly, seeing Sun Wukong stirring up the wind and clouds below, he laughed and said: "Don't misunderstand, it's not that I'm going to hold you back, it's that you want to hold me as much as possible!"

After saying that, the sword in his hand pointed downward, and countless black winds condensed into dozens of black dragons in an instant, and they rushed down with their teeth and claws, and the target was obviously Tang Song behind Sun Wukong.

"Damn bastard!"

Sun Wukong's face became more and more gloomy, knowing that what the other party said was right, they didn't have any scruples at all, and their goal was only Tang Song from beginning to end, so there was no need to fight him to the death.

In the face of dozens of black dragons swooping down with teeth and claws, Sun Wukong had to withdraw the golden hoop stick, and his body rose into the air again, an iron rod was rigidly held, preventing a trace of black wind from falling below, and in the blink of an eye, the golden figure was engulfed in the dark storm again.

The tall figure laughed loudly, and threw himself into the black wind with his sword, and one after another fierce sword qi came one after another, merging with the black wind.

"Here comes the fire!"

I saw that the person who came erected the sword, and there were words in his mouth, and a fire suddenly ignited, but the flame was not an ordinary flame, but a pitch-black color, as if even the soul could be burned out, which made people feel frightened at first sight, as if it came from the fire of the abyss, and instantly turned into countless fire snakes and rushed towards Sun Wukong.

The fire borrows the wind, the wind borrows the fire, and in the blink of an eye, the black flame and the black storm merge into one, covering the sky and the sun, and it is impossible to tell whether it is a flame or a violent wind, as if a ruthless monster swallowed Sun Wukong into his mouth in an instant.

"It's so hot, it's so hot! It's three points more powerful than the flames of the Tailed Fire Tiger, but it can't help Lao Sun!" Sun Wukong pinched the magic trick in his hand, and he was still leisurely in the midst of the raging flames and black wind, and he was not affected at all.

"Worthy of the Great Sage!"

When the people saw that the flame and the black wind hurt him, they were secretly surprised in their hearts, his sword had an extraordinary origin, he had fought for many years, and he didn't know how many immortals had died under the sword, whether it was the black wind or the black fire, he was invincible, and the Three Realms mentioned that they were all frightened, but they didn't expect it to be useless to this monkey.

Suddenly remembering the explanation of the Heavenly Master before leaving, he couldn't help but put up the sword and recite the mantra again, and in an instant, black smoke came out of the sword, turning into a huge mouth and swallowing Sun Wukong into it.

"Ahh

Sun Wukong suddenly let out a miserable scream, closed his eyes tightly and turned into a golden light and rushed out quickly, only to feel a hot pain in his eyes kept coming.

His eyes are not afraid of flames, only smoke, and this person's black smoke is not an ordinary thing, it pollutes people's eyes, which can be described as extremely vicious, and Sun Wukong is accidentally plotting.

At this time, the black wind became more and more raging, wrapped in billowing smoke, and from time to time black fire shined through. The three supernatural powers of wind, fire, and smoke are perfectly fused, constantly changing in the air, like a giant devil, devouring everything.

"It's you!"

In the distance, the angry voice of a monkey was heard.

"I haven't seen you for many years, but the Great Sage is fine!" the man said with a smile.

......

At this time, in the quicksand river, the roller shutter shuttled in the waves, and it was quietly close to the shore, close to the Tang and Song dynasties, like a hunting crocodile, quietly lying in the water, secretly waiting for the opportunity.

When he saw Sun Wukong being swept into the storm by someone again, a light flashed in his eyes, and he quietly clenched the weapon in his hand, "The opportunity has come!"

"Whoosh!"

At the same time that Sun Wukong was swallowed by the storm, the demon scepter in the hand of the roller shutter was also thrown out, and with a piercing sound of breaking the air, it turned into a golden light and suddenly shot towards the opposite Tang and Song Dynasty.

"It seems that you can't escape this catastrophe after all!" Looking at the roaring golden light, Tang Song smiled bitterly, ready to accept this death calmly.

"Poof!"

At this critical juncture, a white figure suddenly blocked in front of Tang Song, and Shengsheng used his body to block this blow for Tang Song.

"Prince!"

Tang Song looked at the figure in front of him with a dull expression, but he didn't expect that this nonsense plot like a romance drama would appear on him.

"Elder—"

He barely smiled, his chest was pierced by the scepter, and a large stream of blood kept flowing downward, but there was no remorse in his eyes.

"Little White ......"

Tang Song watched the familiar and unfamiliar face of Lie slowly fall into his arms, and familiar scenes flashed in his mind, from the first encounter of Eagle Sorrow, the real and false little white dragon, the power of the country of Ha Xuan to turn the tide, to Gao Laozhuang's subduing Zhu Bajie, and then to Huangfengling to take care of the left and right, and now it is silent.

I really didn't expect that you, who have always been unknown, could do so for the poor monks, and before you knew it, two lines of hot tears had quietly flowed, and an indescribable emotion lingered in my heart.