But Sun Wukong did not hold back at all in this battle.

The fact that Li Changzhou has been able to fight this far is entirely due to his own abilities... but this is the end. If he continues to fight, he will die without Sun Wukong needing to lift a finger.

Li Changzhou took out his cleaver.

At the same time, his aura weakened at a visible speed, and he was no longer as magnificent as before.

But the losses also stopped.

Looking at the slaying blade, Sun Wukong's fiery eyes narrowed slightly. He was cautious in his heart, but he smiled nonchalantly and said, "My son, you and your grandfather dare to draw your swords?"

In the distance, a golden mountain approached from the clouds. Li Qianxia couldn't wait any longer and rushed out. The golden-winged roc phenomenon behind her quickly dissipated.

The wind followed closely behind.

Sun Wukong glanced at them. He hadn't expected to fight a little demon for so long. Normally, they could fight for ten or eight years without any problem, but this was the Hundred Flowers Gathering. If he couldn't kill Li Changzhou before the second question was over, the Queen Mother would probably really punish him.

Li Changzhou slowly ran his left hand along the blade, his lips murmuring softly.

Sun Wukong glanced at the long sword in Li Changzhou's hand, felt an itch all over his body, scratched it hard, and felt an unbearable headache.

"ah!

!

Sun Wukong clutched his head and suddenly screamed in agony, feeling as if his entire body was being crushed in excruciating pain. His brain began to convulse, and his magical power dissipated.

"Om Mani Padme Hum..."

Li Changzhou flashed to the side of Sun Wukong, who had fallen from the clouds, and with a flash of his blade, he severed Sun Wukong's limbs, turning him into a human stick.

He sheathed his killing blade, still chanting the 'Tightening Spell,' and began teleporting.

boom!

In front of the luxurious BMW, Li Changzhou held Sun Wukong in his left hand and reached into the curtain with his right hand to grab Yaochi's slender arm, while simultaneously stuffing a candle into her hand.

The teleportation vortex unfolded once more.

The Peach Garden.

"For this Hundred Flowers Festival, the Queen Mother of the West dispatched seven fairies of different colors to pick three hundred small peaches that are three thousand years old, and medium peaches that are six thousand years old..."

boom!

The group of laborers who were reporting to the land all turned around.

A black hand covered the sky and crushed all the immortals into their essence, replenishing Li Changzhou's nearly depleted body.

—Hurry! (Li Changzhou's urging gaze at Yaochi was almost sharp)

Without needing his prompting, Yaochi had already taken action. She aimed at a nine-thousand-year-old peach tree, reached out her hand, and uprooted the tree.

Li Changzhou's lips never stopped moving, the incantation of the Tightening Spell flowing like water, and a portal opened beside the two of them.

Peng!

Like the Milky Way hanging upside down, a hairpin bigger than a mountain is pointing at the two of them from the sky.

Considering the Peach Garden, this hairpin, which once drew a galaxy and separated the Weaver Girl and the Cowherd, did not descend, but instead radiated divine might.

Even so, it was still overwhelming and utterly annihilated everything.

"Whoosh!" Yaochi blew a strong breath onto the candle in her hand.

A candle the size of a bean lit up, its flames spreading out to block out the wrath of heaven.

[...] Guanyin clenched her delicate hands in her mind.

The candle burned down to a small section almost instantly.

The old peach tree shrank, protected by magic, like a marble falling into Yaochi's hand.

"Go!" Yaochi put away the peaches of immortality, and as she put away the nearly extinguished candles, she hissed, "Insolence!"

Without even looking at the result, she jumped into the teleportation vortex.

The divine might released by the hairpin was not pushed away by the favored concubine; it merely lingered in place for a moment.

"It's too late if you don't leave now! Neither the Flame Butterfly nor Xiaojing can save you!" Guanyin shouted.

Grand Celestial Technique, Somersault Cloud, Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends... It's too late!

Having only seen two Earthly Fiend Techniques, both of which were already present in the Fragrant Leaf Crown, a sense of death descended.

Li Changzhou threw Sun Wukong with all his might, sending him hurtling towards the Heavenly Might. A silver river flashed by, sweeping Sun Wukong away, while the Heavenly Might struck Li Changzhou, who had one foot already in the vortex.

Peng!

His divine body shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

The Great Wall of Divine Will, an abandoned mining planet, its vortex opening.

"Winter!" Yaochi rolled down among the rocks.

Her face was deathly pale, and she used all her magic power to light the candles. Even so, the flames could not even withstand the Queen Mother's aura for more than a few seconds!

She lay on the ground, her chest heaving, breathing in the metallic-smelling air of the mineral planet.

After a while, she lowered her head, and between her breasts was half of Li Changzhou's body with his head still attached.

"...Is he dead?" she asked weakly.

His head suddenly opened its eyes as if startled from a grave, and then began to breathe greedily.

"Luckily... I have experience... I let my head, cough cough, go through the teleportation first." There was even a hint of smugness in his tone.

"I'd rather not have this kind of experience." Yaochi completely relaxed and lay down on the pile of rocks without any regard for her image.

She was so exhausted that she didn't care about her appearance, had no mind to worry about whether the Queen Mother would come after her, and was even less concerned about whether it was comfortable to lie on the pile of rocks.

A butterfly flew out from behind Li Changzhou, gathered its strength slightly, and then flapped its dreamlike, fiery wings at him.

call!

The flames burned without causing any harm, but for Yaochi in her current state, the light was blinding, and she instinctively raised her hand to shield her eyes.

Li Changzhou recovered, climbed off her, and tossed Xiaojing to her.

Yaochi glanced at it and realized it couldn't be used; it was neither dawn nor dusk.

Li Changzhou picked her up, and the teleportation vortex opened again. He buried his foot in it, and the flame butterfly followed closely behind, flying into his hair.

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