Chapter 482: Venting Anger

"Theoretically...... Yes!! "In the face of such a professional team as Hell Crazy Flower, and in the face of the boss who has single-handedly cultivated such a professional team, the players of the other alliance guilds of the Holy Alliance no longer have any buoyancy and have become more humble. The fastest and most stable update dìng,)

"Oh, theoretically!" Jiuju couldn't help but laugh a little when he heard this, "Then let's connect theory with practice, and apply what you just learned!" ”

"Yes!!"

"Withdraw!" The three battlefields of the Nine Layers summoned the Void Gate in turn, withdrew the troops, and then quickly chased down in the direction of the three-way Heavenly Court's predetermined march.

It didn't take long for Jiuju to catch up with the three soldiers and horses of the Heavenly Court, and when they arrived, the three roads had already started a new battle, and they had already started a new battle, and they had become the commander of the Buddhist stronghold here, and began to carry out a bloody bath.

Kue followed the step-by-step process, once again put troops in three battlefields, indiscriminately filled the numbers, fished in troubled waters, and waited for the end of the battle while playing soy sauce, so as to clean up the battlefield again.

After the troops were put into the three battlefields, he simply instructed the troops on the three battlefields a few words, and took advantage of the short gap in the bloodbath of the people and horses of the Heavenly Court, Jiuzhong opened the door of the void and entered the eighteenth layer of hell.

In the first wave of the three battlefields, the nine times invited Jun into the urn, and the three Bodhisattva-level characters of the Yin Buddha Gate were now all trapped in the eighteenth layer of hell, and he wanted to take advantage of this effort to deal with it.

As soon as he entered the eighteenth layer of hell, Jiuju saw the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick standing not far from the Void Gate, on the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, the little white dragon meandered over it, and the three Bodhisattvas with two golden bodies were like meat tickets, and they were tied to it by the little white dragon with five flowers.

The Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick is surrounded by a group of big-name demon beasts led by Sun Wukong, who are warmly entertaining the three Bodhisattvas fixed on the Golden Hoop Stick, and then on the periphery are the 100 million troops stationed in the eighteenth layer of hell.

On the Ruyi golden hoop stick, the three Bodhisattvas at this time, one by one, have a blue nose and swollen face, crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and were cut off by a number of big-name demon beasts.

"Dead ...... Dead pig's head, I am the Lingji Bodhisattva appointed by the Buddha! You...... How dare you hit me?! Lingji Bodhisattva's mouth was swollen like a sausage, and he was slurred, and his mouth was full of blood foam.

"Lingji, huh? Bodhisattva, huh?! Zhu Bajie took Lingji Bodhisattva's words seriously, and punched the left and right with a fist like Roshan, and very symmetrically cut the originally long-faced Lingji Bodhisattva to the same face as him, "I beat the Bodhisattva!" You know that you bald asses made my old pig miserable, you know, right? You know you?! You know it?!! ”

Zhu Bajie is asking, come with a punch, and beat it to a rhythm.

"Ahh Lingji Bodhisattva roared angrily, "It wasn't my hand that caught you back then!" ”

"Are you a monk?!"

"Yes and what?!"

"If it's a monk, you can't run away, the world is as dark as a monk! Who do you hit if you don't hit? Who do you hit if you don't hit ?! If you don't hit you?!! In other words, repeating, Zhu Bajie's fist continued.

At the same time, next to Zhu Bajie, another Bodhisattva was standing there, Monk Sha was standing there, grabbing the clothes of the Bodhisattva in front of him with both hands, he was very excited, and his mouth was not very sharp, and he said with a little trembling, "Manjushri, I, Monk Sha are honest people, I was sincere to the Buddha back then, I thought I could get out of the sea of suffering, but in exchange for thousands of years of prison!" You, you Yan zhòng deceived my pure feelings, Jane, is simply a brute! No, yes, it's not even as good as a brute!! ”

After saying that, he split his head and covered his face, and he beat Manjushri Bodhisattva violently, and he also greeted him in the face.

"Oh, ah, ah!" Manjushri screamed and protested, "Monk Sha, you are so unkind, you don't hit people in the face!" ”

"You—You still dare to be kind to me?!" Manjushri didn't say that it was okay, but as soon as he said that the sand monk became more and more excited, he became even more intense, "The most unkind thing is you bald donkeys!" Bald ass!! Bald Donkey!! ”

The last one, the Fuxian Bodhisattva, was much worse than Lingji Bodhisattva and Manjushri Bodhisattva, and was greeted by more than a dozen big-name demon beasts such as the Bull Demon King, the Iron Fan Princess, and the White Bone Spirit, and he didn't even have a chance to speak, and he was beaten to the point that no one looked like him.

"Stop, stop, stop, don't kill people!" Seeing this, Jiu Chong hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, otherwise it wouldn't be long before these three Bodhisattvas would have to be tortured to death.

"Stop!!" For these big-name demon beasts, Jiuzhong's words are not good, and it has to be Sun Wukong who speaks, Sun Wukong waved his hand and signaled the demon beasts to stop, and the demon beasts stopped for the time being.

"Good boy, none of these three bald asses are good!" Sun Wukong asked Jiuzhong, "Why are you still keeping them?!" It's over! ”

"Falling into your hands, Master, death can only be a relief for them!" Jiuzhong said, "They have hurt you so badly, Master, how can they be so cheap?!" ”

"Well, that makes sense!" Sun Wukong looked at the three Bodhisattvas fixed on the golden hoop stick with a cruel smile, "Just let them die like this, it's really too cheap for them!" How are we going to torture them, you say, boy?! ”

"Don't worry about torture first!" Jiu Zhong smiled evilly, and looked at the three blood gourd-like Bodhisattvas with bad intentions, "Hehe, before torturing them, squeeze all the oil and water out of their bodies~!" ”

Hearing Kufold's words, the three Bodhisattvas couldn't help but tremble, and they all looked at Jiuju angrily, "You...... You're too poisonous, aren't you?! Don't you think!! ”

"Hmph~, this can't help you!" Jiuzhong turned his head and smiled at Sun Wukong, "Master, you guys rest first, and let the apprentices take care of them!" ”

"Haha, done!" Sun Wukong smiled freely, "I just want to see your methods!" ”

"Just look at it!" Jiu Chong Oh obediently turned his head, facing the three Bodhisattvas, his eyes swept over the three of them, and finally fell on the body of Lingji Bodhisattva, "Who told me to be the first to contact you, it can be regarded as fate, then simply continue this fate to the end, start with you first!" ”

"You...... What do you want?! At this moment, Lingji Bodhisattva has long lost the calm energy he had when he was on top, and he looked at Jiuju in panic, and his intuition told him that this kid in front of him was not a fuel-efficient lamp, dangerous!

"Let me think about ......!" Jiuzhong held his shoulder, pointed his fingers at his temples, and said, "According to the literature, there are two most famous treasures in your hands, one is the Flying Dragon Staff, and the other is naturally the Wind Bead!" How's that, sensible, hand it over?! ”