Deep in the void.

Sun Wukong inclined to lift the golden cudgel, the golden flame in his eyes slowly subsided.

It's not fire, it's war.

After the victory of the war, Sun Wukong's fighting intention naturally subsided.

The fury of the aftershock is still raging, lifting the hair of Monkey King, blowing monkey's red robe hunting.

"Bang, you're not beaten!"

Sun Wukong turned his lips and thought he could fight a good fight.

As a result, after a few strokes, the seven prison God was defeated, which really upset him.

Not far away.

"Cough!"

As he coughed, he stood up slowly.

His face was gray, and his state had fallen to the limit.

His robe of yin and Yang Daoyuan was in a state of dilapidation. There was an indelible stick mark on his left chest, and his bones were even broken.

In the fight with the monkey king, he was hurt beyond imagination.

With its strength, they are unable to reverse the injury.

"I can't believe..."

the God of the seven prisons gave a sad smile and looked a little lonely.

After thousands of robberies and nine eras of practice, he finally completed the road of Tianzun. He was able to set foot on Tianzun, oppress the heaven and create the seven prison gate.

Standing on the top of the world, overlooking all living beings.

However, I never thought that he was defeated in the battle with emperor Wandao and fled in confusion. After several eras of survival in the world of seven prisons, Taoist injuries broke out, leaving only a wisp of remnant souls.

Now, it is even defeated by a monkey who is not even a god!

"The seventh state, however, has the combat power comparable to that of the top emperor. I was not unjustly defeated..."

Seven prison God looked at the monkey king deeply and sighed.

Sun Wukong's cultivation, of course, is like watching fire, only the seventh level, even the seventh level has not reached the peak.

But.

Sun Wukong's fighting power, however, can span several realms.

This kind of existence, even when he was in the seventh state, could not compare with him.

But how can he be content to say so?

Defeated in the hands of a younger generation, this wisp of ghost is almost destroyed, not to mention taking away, it is difficult for him to maintain the existence of the remnant soul.

Time is the most merciless. Under the influence of the great power of time, he has already declined to the extreme and fought with the monkey king. The power of the remnant soul has nearly dried up.

"If I were stronger, or if I hadn't put all the remaining Tianzun power in the kingdom of stepping on the emperor's realm for the sake of layout, I might not be defeated!"

The seven prison Heavenly Master restrained the bitterness on his face, and left aside the spirit of emperor road and temple, and said to himself.

As early as he fell out of the big world of the seven prisons, he had already noticed the spirit of the royal road and the temple, and sensed his residual strength in the body of the spirit.

It is a pity that, with the suppression of the emperor's road and temple spirit, he can't call back the remaining strength.

"If you can be stronger, my old sun may be able to play more happily."

Sun Wukong grinned and didn't care.

"Maybe..."

The seventh prison emperor laughed and did not refute the monkey king's words.

Failure means failure.

It is useless to say more.

He caressed the wound with his palm, and looked at Qin Yi in the distance calmly. He was stunned and suddenly realized: "what a young man, the flesh body before was just your part!

It's a good method. It's worthy of being a demon that even the monkey can subdue. In the future, you should be respected by all the worlds in the world. "

"I would like to thank the seven prisons for their praise."

Qin Yi stepped forward and said faintly.

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