"What, those temples...... The master they are talking about, is it him?" Sun Wukong couldn't help but be taken aback, and said secretly in his heart.

The words of Jiuxiao and Xiyue are like unprecedented, and after thinking about it in his heart, Sun Wukong deeply felt an ominous premonition.

Sun Wukong was stunned, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, he looked at the tight hoop in Jiuxiao's hand, and couldn't help but be silent, holding his breath slightly, moistening his eyes, and unconsciously falling into memories......

At this moment, all of a sudden, the tight hoop in Jiuxiao's hand rose out of thin air, trembling at an extremely fast speed, as fast as a phantom, and it actually emitted a burst of sword sound, like a piercing tinnitus echoing in his ears.

"There is a change in the hoop circle!" Jiuxiao suddenly got up and exclaimed in a panic.

"What!" Shizuki said in surprise.

"Not good!"

Sun Wukong felt bad, and he was alert, so he quickly turned around and flapped his wings to get away.

"Sun Wukong, I know you're here, don't you want to escape!" Jiuxiao kept scanning around, very cautiously searching for Sun Wukong's figure, and roared loudly.

However, I didn't expect that after 10,000 years of tight hoop circles, I still knew the master, and I screamed, as fast as a golden light, looking for the figure of Sun Wukong. It turned into a ring and put it on the head of Sun Wukong, who changed into a flying insect.

"Ahh

Sun Wukong screamed, and a golden light fell to the ground, revealing the true body of the Yuan Shen and falling to the ground. The ground shattered, stirring up dust, and golden flames burned in a circle.

"I didn't expect to lock his pipa bone, and the forbidden array still couldn't trap him. Jiuxiao stared at Sun Wukong in a circle of golden flames, and said in amazement.

"It's really worthy of the big hero in our childhood memories from generation to generation!" said Xiyue with a slight smile.

"Yes, fortunately, we still have tight hoops!" Jiuxiao frowned slightly, sharpened his eyes, and said lightly through gritted teeth.

"Ahh

The golden flame could not be extinguished for a long time, and in the midst of the golden flame, the screams continued, reaching the hearts of the people.

The sword roared continuously, constantly trembling slightly, slowly shrinking, emitting golden light, Sun Wukong had a splitting headache, was in pain, scratching his head and rolling on the ground, and his expression was also distorted to one piece. This pain goes straight to the bone marrow, as if ten fingers are connected to the heart, and ordinary people can't bear it at all.

Until the sound of the sword faded away, and the tight hoop slowly stopped, Sun Wukong got up, exhausted, like a warrior half-squatting, trembling hands, his breath was disordered, and he couldn't help but gasp for breath.

"Sun Wukong, you can't resist the tight hoop at all, so it's better to surrender obediently!" Jiuxiao was silent for a moment and said admonishingly.

"This can't be, how can this be, why, why, why?" Sun Wukong asked himself with trembling breathing.

"Everything is possible, remember when you once made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, became a hero in the minds of many people, and inspired many generations?" said Xi Yue with a smile.

"That's all in the past, since I became a Buddha, the hoop has long disappeared, where did your hoop come from, and who is the master you are talking about?" Sun Wukong thought for a while, slowly raised his head, and asked with deep suspicion.

"Hmph, he was born because of you, wouldn't you have guessed?" said Jiuxiao in a hidden voice.

"Is it really six ears, this is impossible, what the hell is going on?" Sun Wukong asked himself suspiciously.

"Hmph, what's wrong?" Jiuxiao snorted lightly, stared at Sun Wukong and said, "You can only ask our master about this yourself, you put the hoop back on, you might as well tie it up!"

"It's just a delusional idea for you. Sun Wukong suddenly turned around and roared.

"Of course it's not us, we're relying on the hoop!" Jiuxiao smiled faintly and said a little coldly.

"But will you tighten the spell?" said Sun Wukong slowly got up and said with a confident smile.

"Who said you have to have a hoop spell to use the hoop ring!" said Jiuxiao with a mysterious smile.

"Ahh

Suddenly, the hoop contracted tightly again, and Sun Wukong's head seemed to be about to burst, and the indescribable pain tortured him again.

"It hurts...... My head...... How could this be?" roared as Sun Wukong struggled desperately.

A cloud of purple mist and black gas lingered on the bodies of Jiuxiao and Xiyue, and the two of them gradually turned into demons, staring coldly at Sun Wukong without saying a word.

The heart-rending roar echoed throughout the sky, refusing to disperse for a long time.

In the dim dusk, the ghosts under the sky are like thousands of troops, galloping in the northern desert frontier. In the torrent, the ancient rock titan giants, as high as the towering Mount Tai, walked in the setting sun, as if they could reach out and touch the sun falling in the west.