The saint discovered the threat.

Endless flames fell from the sky, crossed the sea, and hit Sun Wukong.

That was an unprecedented powerful attack.

The girl's face was pale and she was away, fearing that she would be splashed.

But Sun Wukong is moving forward.

The flames hit him, burning his soul.

Pain, heart-wrenching pain.

The methods of saints are not something ordinary people can imagine.

Even if Sun Wukong is reborn a hundred times, they all have the ability to eliminate it.

Sun Wukong understood this and seized the time to move towards chaos.

"How long can an ant last?"

The girl looked at this scene and said sneeredly: "Even if you get a chess piece and cannot leave the holy realm, how can you fight against the saint?"

"Who said that you can only get out of the holy realm?"

Sun Wukong did not look back.

His body shines more and his pace is faster.

The Holy Land is a chessboard. On the chessboard, he can make a fortune without leaving the Holy Land.

Sun Wukong was getting closer and closer to chaos, but the flames became more and more fierce, burning him out of recognition again.

Some gods emerged beside Sun Wukong.

The gods witnessed the fall of Sun Wukong, just like them.

But even if his body is destroyed, his soul is still maintaining himself and rebelling against the saint tenaciously.

"This is an unyielding will."

Sun Wukong is stronger than any god and firmer than any god.

The Hongmeng gods realized this and did not retreat.

They defeated the horror, were attracted by Sun Wukong, and flew towards him.

Countless lights surged from all over the sea of ​​blood, crossed the sea of ​​fire and rushed towards Sun Wukong, and many of them burned out halfway.

But there was still some light covering Sun Wukong, using his soul to pave his armor to help him resist the flames.

This is an extremely tragic and spectacular scene.

The divine light ignited from Sun Wukong's body made all the flames dim.

The girl looked at this scene incredibly.

The first time she saw the Hongmeng god so united.

Why can an ant unite so many gods?

A little shaken in the girl's heart.

Sun Wukong is getting closer and closer to Chaos.

The saint's attack became even bigger, and endless flames passed by the sky, falling into the sea of ​​blood with a roar, swallowing all the gods.

But neither Sun Wukong nor the gods stopped.

The group of gods burned out, and it didn't take long for the girl to find her shiny remnant soul.

"Why do you have to do this!"

The girl sighed.

Sun Wukong no longer has any gods to protect him.

But there was a fan flying beside him.

That's a banana fan.

The girl looked at it regretfully, and she liked the appearance of the fan very much.

But unfortunately, this fan was ignorant of the sky and the earth. It kept fanning out the strong wind around Sun Wukong, trying to fan the flames from his body away.

That is the saint's flame, and no matter how strong the wind is, it will not work.

In the girl's sight, the fan finally turned into a huge blade, resisting Sun Wukong's head, and enduring the flames falling from the sky for him.

The flames swallowed the fan almost instantly.

"Buzz--"

The golden cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand gushed golden light and let out a mournful cry.

The flames covered Sun Wukong again, this time, more intense than ever.

In front of us, the endless sea of ​​fire evolved into many scenes, including towering peaks and majestic temples, all of which exuded a terrifying aura.

As soon as these scenes appear, they pressed towards Sun Wukong, like hundreds of millions of swords standing in front of them.

It's reached its limit.

Sun Wukong stepped forward, and all his methods were dropping a drop in the bucket and could not break through those scenes.

His body was shattered in the flames. If he continued to walk a few steps, he would not even survive this time.

The banana fan has fallen, and the golden hoop has not lasted for a long time.

"I can't get there."

Sun Wukong was a little regretful that his own way had not been completed yet.

No matter how willful he is, he will never be able to move forward.

The remaining power he had was only enough to launch one attack.

"Golden Cudgel."

Sun Wukong lifted the golden cudgel and placed the shining chess piece on it.

In an instant, the golden cudgel gushed out flames, and the golden light shone brightly, illuminating the sea of ​​blood.

"What is he going to do?"

The girl frowned.

At that moment, only the Golden Cudgel had a premonition of what Sun Wukong was going to do.

It made a violent whine and pressed against Sun Wukong's hand.

"This is the last battle."

Sun Wukong raised the golden cudgel, and the terrifying air current swept across the sea, and the entire holy realm was shaking.

Endless light gathered on the golden cudgel, and there was no more thing to block the flames on Sun Wukong's body, and his soul burned.

His life is about to end.

"Go, Golden Cudgel!"

Sun Wukong threw his mighty force, and the golden cudgel made a harsh cry, like a brilliant stream of light, rushing towards chaos with the power of destruction.

At this moment, the roar sounded across the sea of ​​blood.

At this last moment, no matter how the golden cudgel cried or struggled, he still could not violate Sun Wukong's orders.

In a world covered by flames, the golden cudgel is as fast as thunder.

It rushed straight through the sea of ​​fire, like a pillar of rising to the sky, and after a shocking sound, it penetrated into the chaotic world.

An aperture then exploded under the stick, expanding rapidly, protecting the Chaos World.

Sun Wukong smiled.

“I did it.”

He smiled like never before.

The girl looked at him, looking at him as innocent as a child.

But in the end, the scarred face was also swallowed by the flames and disappeared from sight.

Those who live for sentient beings will eventually die for sentient beings.

Everything was burning out, and only one golden hair was left on the sea.

The girl walked over and bent over to pick up her hair.

"Why are you so stupid?"

She looked at Chaos: "Is that world worthy of your protection?"

A sigh rang out

Above the holy land, a saint stopped playing chess

"That ant protects the ruins."

The saint looked at the glowing dot on the chessboard: "In such a short time, he wrote a way to the chess piece that I couldn't see through, fortunately..."

“That journey was not completed.”

Another saint answered.

"A piece that can only last for five thousand years, no need to worry about it."

The last saint looked at the chessboard: "We will collect it in five thousand years."

The other two saints nodded, shifted their target, and ignored the ruins.

All the chess pieces of Nuwa have been put into place, but the winner of the three of them has not been decided yet.
Chapter completed!