Chapter 1946: Wukong sleeps in the oil pot

"Hmph!" The Third State Preceptor sneered and said, "Boastful words. I will see who it is that refuses to shed tears until they see the coffin."

As he spoke, the Third State Preceptor took off his Daoist robe and upper garment. At this moment, everyone saw that a sheep-head tattoo was clearly engraved on his chest.

The Third State Preceptor stepped on the wooden ladder that had been set up and went directly into the oil pot. This scene left everyone dumbfounded.

The Third State Preceptor was safe and sound in the boiling oil, and he still had a calm and relaxed appearance. He leaned against the edge of the oil pot as if he were taking a bath, and there was even a faint smile on his face.

"It's your turn, Sun Wukong."

The Third State Preceptor held his head high, looked at Sun Wukong, and his tone carried provocation.

Sun Wukong's eyes showed a trace of surprise; he had not expected that the boiling oil would cause no harm to the Third State Preceptor at all. However, he shrugged indifferently, then leaped up and jumped directly into the boiling oil.

What a joke, even Taishang Laojun's Eight-Trigram Furnace could not do anything to him, so what did this boiling oil count for?

At this moment, both of them were soaking in the boiling oil, and everyone present was almost stunned.

"It's simply breathtaking. If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I really wouldn't believe it."

"Although we have seen the Third State Preceptor's divine abilities before, we have really never seen this trick."

"That hairy-faced monkey also looks like he is by no means simple, actually being able to be safe and sound in this boiling oil."

"I'm afraid these are all divine abilities obtained through cultivation. It's hard to tell who will win or lose for a while, but the firewood under the iron pot is still being added; it's hard to say who will be the first to fail to hold on."

The Great State Preceptor saw Sun Wukong jump into the boiling oil at this moment, his brows furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "What kind of freak is this monkey? My third junior brother has practiced the arts of Yin and Yang for so many years to be able to withstand such boiling oil; why can he do it too?"

The King of Chechi looked steadily at these two oil pots, and the expression on his face was clearly also extremely tense.

The Third State Preceptor looked extremely relaxed in the oil pot; he leaned against the edge of the oil pot, his hands resting on the edge, completely in a bathing posture.

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at him, feeling suspicious, "This demon is quite capable. It seems he has already mastered the essence of Daoist arts; otherwise, he could not withstand such boiling oil."

"He looks so relaxed; could it be that he can really keep burning like this? I want to see just how powerful your skills really are."

Sun Wukong thought this, suddenly yawned, felt a bit sleepy, and he couldn't be bothered with all this; he actually started snoring and fell asleep right in the oil pot.

This was outrageous. Sun Wukong's actions left the watching guards and palace maids completely stunned.

"What is he doing? Sleeping?"

"Does he not care about this boiling oil at all?"

"Just how profound must a divine ability be to treat boiling oil as nothing?"

Fahai smiled faintly, looked at Sun Wukong's appearance, and also shook his head. He muttered to himself, "Sun Wukong was originally a spiritual stone left over from Nuwa mending the sky; raging fire cannot refine him. Coupled with the tempering of the Eight-Trigram Furnace, his physical body has an unimaginable strength."

"I am very curious, why that Yangli Daxian can also achieve such a degree." ===== CHAPTER 1948 =====