Vol 2 Chapter 229: :I did it

The sage found the threat.
Endless flames fell from the sky, crossed the sea, and hit Monkey King.
That was an unprecedented powerful attack.
The girl's face was pale and far away, for fear of being splashed.
But Monkey King is moving forward.
The flame hit him, burning his soul.
Pain, heart-piercing pain.
The methods of the saints are not imaginable by ordinary people at all.
Even if Monkey King was born again a hundred times, they would have the ability to destroy them.
Monkey King understood this, and took the time to move toward chaos.
"How long can the ants last?"
The girl looked at this scene and sneered: "Even if you get a and can't leave the sanctuary, how can you fight against the saint?"
"Who said that only by leaving the sanctuary?"
Monkey King did not look back.
His body is more radiant and his steps are faster.
The sanctuary is the chessboard, he can play on the chessboard without leaving the sanctuary.
Monkey King is getting closer and closer to Chaos, but the flames are getting more and more fierce, burning him beyond recognition again.
Some gods appeared beside Monkey King.
The gods witnessed the fall of Monkey King, just like them.
But even if his body is destroyed, his spirit is still maintaining himself, stubbornly resisting the saint.
"This is an unyielding will."
Monkey King is stronger than any god, and stronger than any god.
The gods of Hongmeng realized this and did not flinch.
They defeated the terror, attracted by Monkey King, and flew towards him.
Countless rays of light rushed from all over the sea of ​​blood, rushing across the sea of ​​fire to Monkey King, many of them burned out halfway.
But there was still some light covering Sun Wukong's body, using his soul to padded his armor to help him resist the flames.
This is an extremely tragic and spectacular scene.
The divine light ignited from Monkey King's body made all the flames dull.
The girl looked at this scene incredible.
It was the first time that she saw the unity of Hongmeng gods.
Why can an ant unite so many gods?
There was a wave of vacillation in the girl's heart.
Monkey King is getting closer and closer to Chaos.
The saint’s attack was even greater, and endless flames crossed the sky, falling into the sea of ​​blood with a roar, engulfing all the gods.
But neither Monkey King nor the gods stopped.
Batch after batch of gods burned out, and it didn't take long for the girl to find the glowing remnant soul.
"Why bother!"
The girl sighed.
Monkey King is no longer protected by gods.
But there was a fan flying around him.
That is a banana fan.
The girl looked at it regretfully, she liked the appearance of this fan.
But it is a pity that this fan does not know how high the sky is, and it keeps fanning the wind around Monkey King, trying to fan the flames off his body.
That is the flame of the saint, 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 the top of Monkey King's head, and bearing the flames falling from the sky for him.
The flame swallowed the fan almost instantly.
"Om—"
The golden hoop in Monkey King's hand gushes with golden light and screams.
The flames covered Monkey King again, this time more intense than ever.
Ahead, the endless sea of ​​fire has evolved many scenes, with lofty peaks and majestic palaces, all exuding a sense of terror.
As soon as these scenes appeared, they were pressed against Monkey King, like billions of swords.
It's the limit.
Monkey King stepped forward, all means were in vain, unable to break through those scenes.
His body was shattered in the flames, and if he continued to walk a few steps, he wouldn't even be able to survive this time.
The banana fan has fallen, and the golden hoop stick has persisted for a while.
"I can't go there anymore."
Monkey King regrets that his own way has not been completed yet.
No matter how capricious he is, it is impossible to move on.
His remaining power is only enough to launch an attack.
"Golden Cudgel."
Monkey King raised the golden cudgel and put the shining chess piece on it.
In an instant, the golden hoop spewed out of flames, and the golden light was bright, illuminating the sea of ​​blood.
"What is he going to do?"
The girl frowned.
At that moment, only Jin Gu Bang had a premonition of what Sun Wukong was going to do.
It wailed violently and pressed against Monkey King's hand.
"This is the last battle."
Monkey King raised the golden cudgel, a terrifying air current swept across the sea, and the entire sanctuary was shaking.
The endless light converged on the golden rod, and Monkey King had nothing to block the flame anymore, and his soul was burning.
His life is coming to an end soon.
"Go ahead, golden cudgel!"
Monkey King made a fierce shot, and the golden cudgel made a harsh scream, like a brilliant streamer, carrying the power of destruction, holding the chess piece and rushing towards the chaos.
At this moment, the roar resounded through the sea of ​​blood.
At this last moment, no matter how the Golden Cudgel cried or struggled, he still couldn't violate Monkey King'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 the Optimus Prime, and after a loud noise, it plunged into the world of chaos.
An aperture burst out under the rod, expanding rapidly, sheltering the chaotic world.
Monkey King smiled.
"I did it."
He was smiling like this, and he was more happy than ever.
The girl looked at him, looked 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 die for sentient beings in the end.
Everything burned out, and only one golden hair remained on the sea.
The girl walked over and stooped to pick up her hair.
"Why are you so stupid?"
She looked at the chaos: "Is that world worth your protection?"
With a sigh
Above the sanctuary, a saint stopped playing chess
"That ant protected the ruins."
The saint looked at the shining dots on the chessboard: "He actually wrote a way for the chess pieces that I can't see in such a short time. Fortunately..."
"That road is not finished."
The other saint replied.
"A chess piece that can only last for five thousand years, don't care about it."
The last saint looked at the chessboard: "We will collect it five thousand years later."
The other two saints nodded, shifted the target, and stopped paying attention to the ruins.
All of Nuwa's chess pieces have been played, but the victory of the three has not yet been determined.
This long war has to go on.