He asked a little strangely.

The twenty-eight constellations were busy extinguishing the fire, and no one answered.

"That's right."

Sun Wukong smiled slightly: "You can't hear it anymore."

"Then I will tell you!"

He raised the golden cudgel again, and endless flames wrapped around the rod, and it would not go out as long as it touched.

“This is the flame of change!”

Everything is seeking change.

Sun Wukong finally understood that he would not lose - there were countless voices and countless wills behind him.

Since the opening of Hongmeng and the establishment of the Heavenly Palace, the flames formed by endless resentment and desire have turned into his power at this time.

"Get out of here!"

Sun Wukong waved his stick.

In an instant, the clouds rolled in a hundred miles ahead of him, and the blazing flames dyed the Heavenly Palace red.

The clouds and mists all over the sky are burning in the sea of ​​fire. As long as any immortal is caught in the flames, he will never be extinguished again and his immortal power will disappear.

Most of the heavenly palaces were filled with panic screams.

"Retreat, retreat quickly!"

King Tota Li Tian's face changed drastically and ordered a retreat.

Before Sun Wukong's fire of merit was used up, standing in front of him would undoubtedly die!

The immortals were like panicked birds, flying around, and the heavenly soldiers and generals struggled in the flames, and their cultivation for tens of thousands of years turned into ashes.

In the middle of the red sea of ​​fire, Sun Wukong stepped forward, and no one dared to stop him in front of him.

Everyone knows that if anyone stands in front of him, he will lose his body!

In the light, a figure appeared behind him.

"What's the matter with you, brother?"

Zhenyuan Daxian asked.

"Destroy the Sky Gate, step on the Sky."

Sun Wukong answered.

Zhenyuan Daxian sighed: "I can't be with you."

Sun Wukong nodded slightly: "I am alone!"
Chapter completed!