Shi Ding, born with a yang spirit body, is a personal disciple of Wei Xiuming, the marquis of Tianhong Guozhen. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

The first time he was born, he used his cultivation at the peak of the third realm to emerge in the Taoist Fame Contest in Zhongzhou, beating the disciples of various Taoist realms and reaching the finals all the way. Although in the finals, he lost to Mi Huanbo of Youyan Kingdom and was the runner-up, everyone thought that he was on par with Mi Huanbo, who was known as the lady of heaven, but he was defeated in fighting experience.

Later, Shi Ding also proved this with practical actions, and turned to the battle alone, and there were countless evil cultivators and demons who died in his hands, and he never suffered defeat again, even if it was the other two battles with Mi Huanbo, no one on both sides could help anyone, and he was known as the first person under the power of Zhongzhou.

This shot was really extraordinary, although he first used words to trap Wukong, but the power of one blow also made many people gasp. Shi Ding's expression was as usual, he didn't believe that Wukong couldn't even take this blow.

Sure enough, after the dust dissipated, Wukong's still upright figure was revealed, and the surrounding rubble was mixed with pieces of crystal ice.

It turned out that just below the earth wall, Wukong had set up several ice vertebrae at the same time, shielding himself diagonally, channeling most of the power of the pillars of light around his body. Even so, at this time, he felt his arms tremble, his ears roared, the qi and blood in his chest churned, and the regenerated Buddha body kept repairing the small scars that had been shocked out of his body.

As soon as Shi Ding saw Wukong's figure, his palms closed in front of his chest, and two huge palms composed of milky white light reappeared in the air, and he followed his movements to shoot Wukong in the middle.

"It's sunny!"

Wukong is no longer a passive defense this time, but a turn of his body, with a step on his right foot, he punches to the palm on one side, and the orange-yellow talisman text flashes under the left foot that supports the ground, and in front of the palm on the other side, several thick stone walls are erected.

"Boom!"

It was the gravel flying again, shining brightly, Wukong actually used Kun Ji Xuangong to pierce one side of the palm alive, and borrowed the potential energy of the other palm to slap over, and the power of the gravel explosion, pierced out of this palm, and fell far away dozens of zhang away.

"Good!"

At this moment, even Shi Ding secretly applauded in his heart, but his hands were non-stop, Wukong was not stable, and the third spell had hit! I saw that the light that made up the palm of the hand suddenly changed, turning into several soldiers wearing glorious armor, holding swords, guns, swords, halberds, and surrounded Wukong in a moment!

This time it's the first to come!

I could only hear these generals shouting loudly with Shi Ding: "Heavenly General Lock!" ”

Suddenly, a wave of energetic soul power turned into essence and pressed towards Wukong's divine court, and the broken hair on the top of his head was pressed against his scalp, and the weapons in the hands of these soldiers also inserted into Wukong in the middle!

Ah Qi in Wukong's Divine Court suddenly opened his eyes and silently spit out a mantra, and with this mantra, all the talismans in Wukong's body appeared, forming a golden phantom outside his body.

This phantom is nine feet tall, with three heads and six arms, wearing armor and fluttering soap ribbons; The three faces are paranoid on the one hand, obsessive on the other, and angry on the other; Each of the six arms holds a vajra, which is divided into six colors: green, yellow, red, white, empty, and blue. At the same time, there was an earth-shattering roar from three sides, and the soul power pressed towards Wukong was suddenly dispersed, and the six arms waved in unison, and the weapons in the body were knocked away.

"Prajna-Vajra?" Shi Ding and his Heavenly Soul were surprised at the same time.

Prajna Vajra is the general name of the Vajra Protector in front of the Buddha's throne, and it is not the name of a single god and Buddha, so it is impossible to become a heavenly soul. Moreover, the image is also imagined by mortals themselves according to the power and supernatural powers of the rumored Vajra Protector, in fact, no god or Buddha really looks like this.

Only the legendary innate Buddha body, or the disciple of the Buddha Sect who has achieved the Great Dao, can condense it; Otherwise, even if you let you condense it, you will explode and die because your body can't bear it. Seeing that Wukong was born with a Buddha body, Shi Ding concluded that it was impossible for him to hide the demon refining bead privately, and it was impossible for him to be a person who had obtained immortal fate in the Floating Life Valley, because if it was a natural Buddha body, according to common sense, the demon refining bead as a monster would not be able to trap him at all!

It's a pity that because of the inhuman, the reputation of the demon bead has been ruined, and in fact, it is not a monster at all. Similarly, Shi Ding didn't calculate that Wukong achieved the rebirth of the Buddha body the day after tomorrow through his own efforts from the mortal realm and endured the thunder tribulation in the clouds, and he was even evolved in the demon beads.

At this time, a master of the Buddhist Sect happened to come to Wei Xiuming's side, and when he saw this scene, he also let out a low exclamation, forgetting to bow to Wei Xiuming.

"How?" Wei Xiuming, who also had a hint of discoloration under his eyes, didn't care about this matter, but asked without turning his head.

The master of this Buddhist sect was summoned by Shi Ding with the secret method of the master before he made his move, and he has the ability to pass the eyes of the law, which is to reconfirm the authenticity of Wukong's identity. After listening to Wei Xiuming's question, he concentrated on using the magic eye, looked at Wukong carefully, shook his head and said: "There is no hidden realm, the face seems to have used the technique of disguise, but the change is very small, this person is basically this appearance." ”

Shi Ding listened to the rumors of the master of the Buddhist Sect, accepted the spell, looked up to the sky and laughed a few times, hugged Wukong, and said, "Okay! Good! This Taoist friendly skill! This is the end of today's matter, and I have not consulted ......"

Wukong was in deficit in the attribute interface at this time, and the Heavenly Soul condensed the Prajna King Kong on his own initiative, almost draining every trace of strength in his body, and he was unable to reply at all, just twitched the corners of his mouth, and did not answer Shi Ding.

In Shi Ding's opinion, Wukong seemed to be laughing at himself, a trace of different color flashed under his eyes, but the expression on his face was bright, indifferent, and he clenched his fists again and arched his hand and said: "Since Daoyou don't want to say, Shi Mou won't ask more, please forgive Shi Mou and the important things of the teacher, Daoist friends can do it themselves!" ”

After speaking, Shi Ding turned around and returned to Wei Xiuming's side, and after asking the master for his guilt, he went outside the magic circle with the master of the Buddhist sect, where there were already scattered cultivators preparing to go out of the city, and the two of them were going to sit in the town, so as not to let the people who had obtained the immortal fate in Fusheng Valley take the opportunity to "escape".

The phantom of Prajna King Kong has disappeared, and Wukong sighs and looks in the direction of Xinle City, which is actually running the exercises and recovering his strength. A steady stream of earth-moving power entered the body from the foot Taiyin and Spleen meridians on the soles of the feet, traveled all over the body, and the power of the soul gradually recovered, and then slowly turned around and slowly walked into the distance.

Gradually, Xinlecheng has disappeared below the horizon, and the sky has darkened.

This time, he completely overdrew his physical potential, and the speed of recovery was very slow, and now his soul power and vitality have only recovered a little, and any immortal cultivator can let him cope with the catastrophe, so when he left, he did not choose the direction of the Yuqi Mountain Range, where immortal cultivators often appear, but walked in the southeast direction.

Along the way, he himself has no place to hide, but it is easy to find out if there are people with bad intentions to follow, and now he is not strong enough to release the six senses, and the distance of the six senses is very close, so he can only rely on his eyes.

The night was deep, the sky was full of dark clouds, and the four fields were pitch black, and a thunderbolt lit up as if splitting the heavens and the earth, and the thunder was rolling and the rain was pouring down. At this time, he finally found a small wood, dragged his tired body, found a dark corner, and carved a few simple warning formations on the surrounding trees, and then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes and recovered.

Before dawn, at the darkest moment, Wukong's ears suddenly heard a sound, as if someone had touched the warning formation, and when he opened his eyes, he saw several figures walking towards him by the rain, and the realm ranged from the second realm to the third realm, and it looked like it was just a casual cultivation.

"How can there be a warning array? Could it be that who is in it? "A cultivator who cultivates only in the second realm and looks feminine asks in a puzzled voice, looking at the person who is dressed as a Confucian Taoist.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's dark and rainy, I didn't pay attention for a while!" The first person was sturdy, muscular, and cultivated a small realm higher than Wukong, and it seemed that he was a Buddhist disciple who refined physical arts, and saw Wukong's sitting figure clearly by the thunder light, and he was busy clasping his fists to apologize, and as he spoke, his feet moved back little by little.

It is understandable that mortals don't pay attention for a while, but immortal cultivators practice outside, which is not 10,000 points of caution, although Wukong's warning formation is secretive, but with the realm of these people, it will not be impossible to find it, and I see that they don't look like good people, and they are riddled with karma, so I don't believe their nonsense at all.

To deal with this kind of person, you must use thunder means, and you can't be merciful, so Wukong didn't say much, and with a wave of his right hand, Ruyi turned into a long sharp blade, and slashed at several people.

Sure enough, as soon as Wukong made a move, the first body cultivator turned over his right hand, and a Buddha urn appeared, and with the sound of the mantra, a golden giant bell phantom was under the hood of Wukong, and the void in his left hand grabbed it, and held a black Zen staff-shaped magic weapon summoned in his hand, and smashed it to the ground in front of him with one arm.

The few people behind him are not slow, each with spells and magic weapons, some protect around their companions, some seal Wukong's surroundings, and the cooperation between them is very skillful, it seems that they often do this kind of thing.

They correctly estimated that Wukong's strength was not much, but they misestimated Ruyi's power, and they didn't know that the blade as thin as a cicada's wings actually weighed thousands of catties, and the whole body was made of Xuanshui copper.

Only a series of slight crisp sounds were heard, and when the head of the Zen staff-shaped magic weapon was about to touch the ground, it suddenly broke off inexplicably, and the Buddha power condensed on it suddenly lost control, and the spell was not completed, but the weight of the body smashed the ground into a deep pit.

The magic of He Hu beside them was also inexplicably lost, and as the rain fell on the ground, the golden bell that covered Wukong was shattered by his left fist. (To be continued.) )