With one hand, all the red fire dragons in front of Tang Chan disappeared.

"Master, please step aside. This kind of mess is not worth your own operation." Although he always teases Tang Chan, Sun Wukong still gives this face in front of outsiders.

"Okay~" Tang Chan smiled sweetly and walked obediently to the side. When she walked past the old man in gray, she didn't even look at him and passed by him.

A gust of fragrant wind blew by, and the old man in gray looked depressed.

"It's over!"

"Hello, hi," As the neck twisted, the creepy sound gradually made everyone's hearts cold.

How could this murderous aura be possessed by a person who has lost his cultivation level?

In this way, Sun Wukong walked forward with a wicked smile on his face, and everyone stared at him blankly, without any other actions.

"Last time I asked me Lao Sun to be your mount, right?"

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's figure disappeared instantly, and a faint question appeared in the ears of the young man in white.

Perhaps because he knew that he could not escape the liquidation, he broke up and shouted loudly: "Bold Buddha Crossbow, dare to pretend to be a god!"

The sword turned and stabbed straight towards the rear.

Everyone was extremely angry at this change and said to himself: "You know that you can't live. Can you irritate this killing god like this and kill us?"

"Zheng" the young man in white felt that his sword seemed to be stuck in the rocks, and it was difficult to move at all.

"You doll, you have a pretty good mouth..."

"You... do you know who my father is?" Perhaps Sun Wukong controlled the sword and was panicked. The young man in white did not pay attention to what Sun Wukong said, so he directly brought his father out to talk about the matter.

"Forget it, I thought you still have something to be worth."

Sun Wukong let go of the tip of the sword that he had clamped with his two fingers, and gently flicked it, and the originally radiant sword suddenly cracked.

A strong aftershock came from the young man's forearm.

"Ah!" The white figure flew backwards towards the back, and the white robe on both arms instantly broke, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

The old man in gray gritted his teeth and flew up to catch the white figure.

Since you can't escape, it's better to give more strength to the team.

What's more, the background of this young man in white is really amazing.

He reached out to support the young man in white and stood up, "vomiting" another mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The old man in gray hurriedly held his back, and a steady stream of spiritual power entered the young man's body to repair his injured body.

He found that Sun Wukong had not taken any serious action, at most he only shocked the young man in white.

This injury is not difficult for immortal cultivators.

"And you!" Sun Wukong mobilized his spiritual power all over his body and used force. The golden waves swung away. The other people standing there did not react and there was no room for resistance.

He had already used the spiritual power technique several times and tried to give Sun Wukong a full blown blow, but he never expected that the man in white had just landed on the ground and Sun Wukong attacked him and others.

In an instant, various inspirational lights overflowed with them flying backwards.

At that moment, they suddenly realized that the demon king who made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace had never played a card according to common sense.

It turns out that all the ones that confine their thoughts are the name Buddha crossbow.

"Hahahaha," Sun Wukong scratched his ears and smiled unscrupulously.

He reached out and threw it, and the nine-ring tin staff turned around in front of him for several times.

After taking the tin staff, Sun Wukong tilted his head and pondered, saying lightly, "If the top of this tin staff is removed, it will be perfect. If it is a stick..."

Then he narrowed his eyes, with a yearning look on his face, and his eyes flashed with brilliance.

East China Sea Dragon Palace

A silver dragon coiled around a giant iron rod that was shaking violently, and golden waves floated around.

The silver dragon's eyelids trembled slightly, and the next moment, his eyes opened and closed, like deep stars in the sky.

"Why is this Dinghai Shen Needle so restless today? And why am I always restless today? Long'er..."

......

When the young man in white heard what Sun Wukong said, he suddenly thought of something, and suddenly his eyes were full of hope.

Rod! We have it! As long as we can never die, I think this monkey can’t make any waves in the East China Sea.

"Sun Da...uh...Sun Wukong, our East China Sea Dragon..."

Speaking of this, all the disciples were shocked and could not say this!

The old man in gray was even more hesitant behind the young man in white, and after a moment he was replaced by gloom and decisiveness.

The sound came to an abrupt end.

"Hmm? Let's continue, my old Sun is not called Sun Da, and what do you want to say about the East China Sea Dragon?" Sun Wukong asked with a slight look.

Seeing that no one answered, he looked up and saw a mouthful of blood gushing out of the young man in white.

Sun Wukong looked puzzled, wondering that he had not hurt his life?

"Ao Tian!" the old man in gray roared, "Sun Wukong! You actually took his life! It's such a cruel method!"

Sun Wukong: "Oh?"

"East...Donghai Dragon Palace! I won't let you go!" the old man in gray roared hysterically.
Chapter completed!