Chapter 1947: The oil pot that won't get hot

"Master, Second Senior Brother, has the Great Senior Brother been burned to death by the boiling oil?"

General Juan Lian showed a look of worry on his face at this moment and said.

"Sha Junior Brother, is there a hole in your brain? How could the Great Senior Brother be burned to death? Besides, if he were burned to death, wouldn't he at least struggle?"

Marshal Tianpeng looked at General Juan Lian with an attitude of dissatisfaction.

"Wukong is indeed mischievous. We are in the middle of a magic battle, and he actually fell asleep."

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly. He was often overly sympathetic, but he was not truly stupid and could also see Sun Wukong's state.

The Great State Preceptor looked blankly at Sun Wukong's appearance, and could not help but feel a bit anxious. This Sun Wukong was clearly in a state of steady victory.

Sleeping in an oil pot was truly unheard of and unseen.

He glanced at the Third State Preceptor and saw that the Third State Preceptor was also looking at him, his eyes clearly carrying some anxiety. So the Great State Preceptor rushed to the few soldiers at the edge of the oil pot and said, "Add firewood! Add fire!"

Soon, those few soldiers squatted down, added firewood under the oil pot, and continuously used fans to increase the flames under the oil pot.

The flames shot up high, and the fire tongues burned directly to the edge of the oil pot.

"Hmm." Sun Wukong was still in a deep sleep, smacking his lips, and said, "This temperature is just right, comfortable."

His expression of enjoyment, and his appearance of muttering in his sleep, made the Great State Preceptor even more angry and anxious.

On the other side, in the Third State Preceptor's oil pot, the flames were also fanned larger and larger. He kept looking toward Sun Wukong's side, his eyes looking very unconvinced.

This was his most specialized skill; could it be that he had just happened to run into the aspect that Sun Wukong was most specialized in? He was a disciple of Buddhism, where did he get the arts of Yin and Yang?

Fahai looked at the large bubbles that kept rising and breaking on the oil pot, and could not help but feel shocked.

He thought to himself, "Although I have the body-protecting divine art of a Daluo Jinxian peak, in such an oil pot, I could only last for half an hour at most."

Sun Wukong was, after all, a spiritual stone body. Although his cultivation base was on par with his, in the aspect of going into a boiling oil pot, it really had to be Sun Wukong himself.

Fahai was just curious why Yangli Daxian could last so long on his side.

Thinking of this, a thought moved in his mind, and his Primordial Spirit left his body, flying directly to the edge of Yangli Daxian's oil pot to check it out.

The semi-transparent golden phantom drifted to the edge of the oil pot, and no one present noticed it.

Fahai saw that Yangli Daxian's oil pot looked strange. Although fire tongues were licking all four sides of the edge of the oil pot, inside the entire oil pot, there was no situation of bubbling.

Moreover, the surface of this oil pot looked as if it were rotating quietly in a clockwise direction.

Fahai extended an index finger, catalyzed body-protecting golden light at his fingertip, and then extended it into the liquid surface of this oil pot.

The result obtained made Fahai feel shocked in his heart, "This pot of oil is simply at room temperature, with no signs of heating at all."

Why would it be like this? Fahai could not figure it out.

Could it be that the Daoist Yin-Yang arts practiced by this Yangli Daxian could change the temperature of his surroundings?

If this were the case, this bet would either end with Sun Wukong eventually losing, or at most, the two would be a draw. ===== CHAPTER 1949 =====