"Why did my brother feel different when he wakes up?"

Zhenyuan Daxian looked at Sun Wukong silently. The glance at him just now made him feel a little shocked, but he couldn't tell what it felt.

It was only a moment, but he seemed to have seen the vicissitudes of a hundred years.

"Strange things, strange things."

The immortal thought so in his heart, and then he squeezed hard on the Shui De Xingjun.

"Oh ah ah ah!"

Shui De Xingjun jumped up suddenly and said, "Daxian, what are you doing when you pinch me?"

"I can't help myself."

The immortal answered absent-mindedly, and his eyes were still looking forward.

King Li Tian was beaten up by Sun Wukong without any surprise.

Finally, the shining golden cudgel was smashed down hard. With the violent impact, King Li fell from the clouds like a fire meteor.

The blazing flames wrapped around his body, and the immortals stood in the clouds and witnessed the figure falling to the mortal world.

"It will take another two hundred years to see him."

Several people sighed.

"Why did you say it again?"

"Didn't you say that?"

The immortals were puzzled and were not so shocked and sad about the fall of King Li.

Anyway, he can't die.

After King Li Tian’s death, no one in the West Heaven Gate could resist Sun Wukong.

Not long after, the Taiyin Star Lord appeared in front of Sun Wukong.

"The Great Sage."

Emperor Zhenwu also flew over: "I'll help the Taiyin Star Lord with one arm."

Sun Wukong stretched out his hands and feet, his head became clearer and clearer, and naturally the actions he had made appeared.

He took out the banana fan and slapped it in the wind.

The next moment, both figures were lifted out and their bodies were invisible.

"I have to slap a few times before I give up."

He sighed, then frowned slightly.

How many times has he slapped?

"Headache."

Sun Wukong touched his head, and many things were stuffed inside and had not been completely absorbed.

"never mind."

He turned around and flew towards a palace.

The Shuide Xingjun felt something and sighed familiarly: "I don't know which immortal official was unlucky, but he actually came to him..."

Halfway through his speech, he suddenly shook all over.

"No, that's my home!"

The Shuide Star Lord inspired an unprecedented speed to chase Sun Wukong: "Sage Wait - you can't smash it this time!"

"Can't you smash this time?"

The other immortals looked at each other, and they seemed to have the feeling of being home to Sun Wukong.

All the immortals reacted and hurried home to move things.

In the Heavenly Palace, there were irrepressible raging fires burning everywhere, dust and smoke everywhere, and the sound of rumbling collapses everywhere.

Sun Wukong turned into a demon in the Heavenly Palace and smashed all the palaces that stopped him from moving forward.

But he met his opponent in Dongji Miaoyan Palace.

The nine-colored lotus of Emperor Qinghua turned into thousands of lotus flowers, but the soft light shone like thousands of sharp blades, breaking through the air and surrounding Sun Wukong, with an amazing breath.

But Sun Wukong was not at all at all. Countless golden cudgels danced in the air and the rumbling sound of weapons and immortal magic colliding and exploding like thunder, becoming the only sound in this world.

The heavenly soldiers who were not standing far enough were immediately flew out by the aftermath of the air waves, and their defensive formation was blown to the point of being tilted.

"How come he has such supernatural powers!"

The waves of air raised by the golden cudgel shocked Emperor Qinghua's body numb.

The Emperor Qinghua became more and more shocked as he fought. For some reason, Sun Wukong seemed to have some aura on his body, suppressing him tightly.

At this time, Sun Wukong shook his finger and retreated with a faint move.

"The Emperor."

Sun Wukong spoke out and was about to ask him if he had heard the sound of flames, but the words came to his mouth but turned into another sentence.

"Come and help me."

Emperor Qinghua was caught off guard and stopped in place and looked surprised: "What did you say?"

Sun Wukong looked at him calmly, his eyes flashing.

The memory seemed to have been blown away a corner of the dust, and a familiar scene appeared in his mind, which was a scene of a middle-aged man guarding a teenager walking side by side on the earth.

That sentence was naturally spoken from Sun Wukong.

"You once told me that if I ask, I will obey my destiny."

Emperor Qinghua was stunned.

"You, you..."

He could not have said such words, but this sentence was inexplicably familiar. Sun Wukong didn't think it was absurd, but he vaguely felt it was taken for granted.

What the hell is going on with this guy?

Emperor Qinghua looked at Sun Wukong in shock.

How could he shake his mind so much when they met for the first time?

Could it be the thing behind him?

When he was fighting with Sun Wukong just now, Emperor Qinghua felt that the aura behind him was different.

After Sun Wukong said this, the existence behind it became more and more obvious.

"What the hell is that?"

Emperor Qinghua opened his heart and looked over.

"How...how is it possible..."

He finally saw it clearly.

That's a picture.

Sadness, hatred... all kinds of wills intertwined and protected behind Sun Wukong.

That is the way of heaven.

Emperor Qinghua was shocked.

The next moment, a ray of light suddenly shot out from Sun Wukong's arms.

Both of them were stunned.

The light flew to the eyes of Emperor Qinghua and was blocked by the nine-colored lotus.

It was a crystal teardrop.

“So strong…”

Emperor Qinghua looked at the tears, and the power emitted from a small drop of tears almost pierced the nine-colored lotus.

However, before Emperor Qinghua breathed a sigh of relief, a light suddenly lit up in Sun Wukong's eyes.

The light flashed slightly, and it rushed out, combined with the tears, instantly pierced the colorful lotus and shot into the eyebrows of Emperor Qinghua.

Emperor Qinghua's pupils suddenly widened.

Two hundred years of time flowed by him like a river.

He remembered the days when he walked together.

In order to spread the path of all spirits, he and the saint walked through prosperous cities, remote villages, and barren lands that were rarely visited.

As long as people are willing to ask them for advice, regardless of men, women, age, or age, they are willing to teach the way of immortality.

They faced the question together, experienced the storm together, and harvested the rainbow after the rain together.
To be continued...