Chapter 1945

"Your Majesty, they killed my second junior brother. This debt must absolutely not be settled so easily!"

The Great State Preceptor looked at the King, his eyes revealing a sense of majesty, and said.

Many times, when the King of Chechi looked at the Great State Preceptor, he did not dare to look into his eyes. He always felt that there was an indescribable light in those eyes; what that light was, he could not describe.

And because the Chechi Kingdom had relied on them for years to pray for rain, intercept floods, and perform various rituals, the King had long since been obedient to them in many aspects.

"What are we comparing? Today I will make you two demons have nowhere to hide!"

Sun Wukong held his head high, looked at the two State Preceptors, and said loudly.

"You motherf***er, you are the demon!" The Third State Preceptor's eyes flashed with cold, sinister light as he said, "Comparing going into a boiling oil pot, do you dare?"

"Hehehe, exciting enough, I like it!"

Sun Wukong shrugged, with an indifferent attitude, and said with extreme confidence.

The Great State Preceptor looked at the corpse of the Second State Preceptor, which had been discarded to the side and had no life left, a flash of ruthless light in his eyes, and he roared at the guards, "Bring the oil pot!"

And so, soon more than a dozen guards ran up and began to set up the oil pot.

The oil pot was as big as a bathtub, and firewood was piled underneath it; soon, a raging fire was ignited.

Within minutes, the oil pot began to boil and churn, bubbling, and layers of heat waves floated above the oil pot.

"Wukong, how about I take this round?"

Fahai looked at the oil pot and said.

"Fahai, although your cultivation base should not fear this oil pot, you have forgotten one thing."

Sun Wukong smiled at him and then walked toward the oil pot with large strides.

Fahai stood frozen on the spot, scratching his bald head, and thought to himself, "What thing have I forgotten?"

At this moment, in the imperial palace courtyard, there were hundreds of guards and palace maids watching, and seeing the churning oil pot, they were all incredibly shocked.

"Is the Third State Preceptor really going to play such a ruthless trick? This oil pot looks so hot!"

"The Second State Preceptor is already dead; the Third State Preceptor will definitely not let it go. This time, one of Tang Sanzang and his disciples will definitely lose their life."

"The Daoist arts practiced by the Third State Preceptor are the arts of Yin and Yang. Such an oil pot should be nothing to him, but Tang Sanzang and his disciples are probably in for a miserable time!"

"Are the three State Preceptors really demons? Why do I also feel that the Second State Preceptor must have been a demon?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, don't let the King hear you, be careful of losing your head!"

The Third State Preceptor walked to the edge of the oil pot at this moment, looked inside, and then the corners of his mouth curled into a sinister smile. He swept a glance at Tang Sanzang and his disciples and said, "Who among you is coming?"

General Juan Lian retreated two steps unconsciously. Although Marshal Tianpeng had the heart to go up, seeing the degree to which the oil pot was boiling, he also pursed his lips.

At this time, Sun Wukong walked toward the oil pot with large strides, a smile on his face, and said, "Since you refuse to shed tears until you see the coffin, then I will see what kind of divine ability you have." ===== CHAPTER 1947 =====