Chapter 1934

The executioner was a man with strong muscles all over his body, holding a large machete in his hand, with a fierce face, looking extremely vicious.

Sun Wukong lay down directly, as if he were lying on a pillow, and went to sleep directly on the guillotine.

"This is outrageous! Is he really not afraid of death, or does he really have supernatural powers?"

The Third National Preceptor stroked his goat beard, his eyes cold, and thought to himself.

The executioner's eyes widened. Seeing Sun Wukong's appearance, he instantly got angry. This was simply a blatant provocation to him.

"Clang!"

A cold light flashed, the executioner raised his hand and dropped the blade, and Sun Wukong's head was cut off.

The neck had only a neat cut surface, but no blood was seen.

Tang Seng was stunned when he saw it, muttering in his mouth, "Wukong, how can you be so reckless? Now you have lost your life!"

"Hahaha!" The Second National Preceptor, seeing such a situation, immediately laughed excitedly and said, "You didn't know what was good for you, now you have paid the price!"

And before others could react, at this time, a new head suddenly grew from Sun Wukong's neck.

"Giggle, fun! Fun!"

Sun Wukong lay on the guillotine, laughing constantly, and said.

The executioner's jaw actually dropped. However, he was still very unconvinced. He frowned, and the big knife in his hand fell again.

Another head rolled down, and at this time, the three National Preceptors all stared at the cross-section of the neck, but no longer said a word.

The King of Chechi also stroked his chin, frowned, and paid close attention to such a scene.

Sure enough, a new head grew out of Sun Wukong's neck again.

"What kind of demon magic is this?"

The Great National Preceptor was full of shock and said.

Tang Sanzang finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that Sun Wukong had long had a plan in his heart.

"Come again!"

Sun Wukong turned over, lay on the guillotine, and then shouted loudly.

Although the executioner was extremely surprised in his heart, he still could not believe it, so the big knife in his hand fell again.

But the result was the same.

The executioner was like a madman, his eyes red, and the knife in his hand kept falling, heads were cut off one after another, and new heads grew out one after another.

On the ground, it was like a watermelon field, covered with Sun Wukong's heads.

And the executioner had long been exhausted, his clothes soaked with sweat, and the knife in his hand could no longer be lifted.

Sun Wukong saw the executioner panting heavily, standing in place wiping his sweat, and mocked, "Not coming anymore?"

The executioner did not even have the strength to speak. He just put his hands on his hips and shook his head.

Only then did Sun Wukong get up from the guillotine, and then he turned to look at the Second National Preceptor, his tone cold, "Now, it's your turn!"

Although the Second National Preceptor was shocked in his heart and did not know what kind of magic spell Sun Wukong was using, there was no panic in his eyes. Since he dared to compare beheading, he must also be proficient in this kind of magic spell. ===== CHAPTER 1936 =====