Quietly, Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi, who were "thrown" into the oven, seem to have no room for resistance - at least for now.

Back then, Sun Wukong made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and he had the experience of being thrown into the gossip furnace.

But at that time, the gossip furnace was not too controlled.

Taishang has disappeared for many years, and even when an old god like Zhu Bajie entered the heavenly court, Taishang had already disappeared.

Where it is going, no one really knows.

At that time, the Bagua Furnace was controlled by the two Daotongs of Jinyinjiao, but Sun Wukong found a chance to get out, which made the Bagua Furnace damaged and could no longer be used, becoming an ornament.

Now, the heaven and earth oven has the shadow of the gossip furnace.

The power is very different from when the two Dao Boys in the Golden and Silver Horns use it, just by looking at it, you can feel the breath and power inside the oven that burns everything.

Zhu Bajie couldn't help but glance at Tang Luo.

How will the Great Heavenly Demon deal with the Buddha's Heaven and Earth Oven?

Is it possible to use his merits to heal immeasurably?

should be able to save the lives of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi.

As a result, Tang Luo just watched, and he didn't mean to do anything at all.

While refining the golden cicada and Sun Wukong, the Buddha looked at Tang Luo: "Have you given up just yet?" ”

"Heh, why don't you say this when you succeed?" Tang Luo smiled.

The Buddha's face changed suddenly.

His hands trembled slightly, and he involuntarily parted to the sides, and the heaven and earth oven formed in mid-air shattered.

The Monkey King appeared, and the translucent flaming golden hoop rod smashed into the Buddha's head.

The Buddha's head and body flashed, avoiding Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick.

did not have direct contact with him, he was not afraid of Sun Wukong's stick, but afraid of the glass flame on the golden hoop stick.

A stick missed, Sun Wukong looked at the Buddha, sneered, disappeared from the spot, appeared beside him, and swept with another stick.

The Buddha avoided it again.

The blazing glass flame, even he didn't dare to touch it easily.

"You ......"

The celestial sound sounded, and there was a slight emotional fluctuation in the Buddha's tone.

The oven of heaven and earth was shattered, and Sun Wukong appeared, with a momentum soaring to the sky. And the golden cicada is floating behind Sun Wukong in an extremely weird way.

The whole person is in a translucent blur state, as if a gust of wind can blow it away.

It looks like the spirit behind Sun Wukong.

Let Sun Wukong's attack, each stick not only carries his violent power, but also carries the "emptiness" of the golden cicada.

Far from being able to resist the unusual.

Looking down at the translucent flame golden hoop stick in his hand, Sun Wukong roared and swung it at the Buddha.

Translucent glazed flames spread, sweeping across the space.

The golden cicada clasped his hands behind Sun Wukong.

The flames in the sky disappeared in an instant, and everything was empty, but in the emptiness, there was a power that was even more terrifying than the flames that could be seen.

In the face of the joint attack of the two, the Buddha pinched the Dharma, and the golden light was great, and the flesh bun on the top of his head grew, and his appearance changed greatly.

The whole person turned into a golden Buddha.

Anping is like a bottom, two feet under the thousand-spoke wheel, three hands and feet are longer than the rest of the people, and the four hands and feet are soft and more than the identity...... The Ten Yin Tibets are like the King of Horses...... Thirty-two pieces of flesh are made.

The Buddha is solemn, thirty-two phases!

The devastating attack of Sun Wukong and the golden cicada fell on the thirty-two phases of the golden body.

Like rain hitting plantains, a little ripple, and translucent flames burn above the golden body.

The glazed flame passed through the hands of Sun Wukong and Jin Chanzi, and the power of blessing still belonged to Jin Chanzi and Sun Wukong, and did not continue to the Buddha.

However, it retains the characteristics of glass flame that ignites when touched and is difficult to extinguish.

The golden Buddha dharma is burning.

The Buddha seems to be unaware of it, maintaining the posture of a "Buddha statue", motionless.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick was in his hand, and he smashed it with a stick and landed on top of the Buddha's head.

A dull sound loomed.

The Buddha opened his eyes and changed the Dharma in his hands.

A large number of Buddha statues appeared around him, including Vajra with angry eyes, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes, thousands of them!

The moment these Buddha statues appeared, Sun Wukong's face turned hideous again, and the monkey hair on his body stood up.

The heavy, enormous, pervasive, and omnipresent power spreads out, suppressing him, making him kneel, asking him to surrender, wanting him to die, wanting him to die.

Maitreya Pure Land!

The space that belongs to the Buddha belongs to the realm of the Ten Thousand Buddhas.

It was obviously a void, but Sun Wukong was half-kneeling on the ground, the golden hoop rod supported his body and did not kneel, and the position of his knees was distorted and chaotic.

The demon's anger and ferocity erupted, and his mouth opened and roared to reveal a pair of sharp canine teeth.

"Well, it's up to you."

The golden cicada, who looked like a spirit behind it, opened its eyes, and it sounded like a sigh.

But looking at his expression, his face was full of fanaticism, even with a smile.

As a mad monk who pursues the concept of "the four are empty" and all empty, Jin Chanzi never cares about life and death.

Whether it's someone else's, or your own.

Great aspirations are for fulfillment, but not for the sake of becoming Buddhas.

Chaowen said that he could die at night.

The golden cicada has to be more radical and hopeful, so it doesn't matter if it is empty in advance.

Translucent glass flames erupted from the golden cicada's body, burning it into a ball of fire in an instant.

Then, this fireball ignited Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong let out a roar, his body swelled, and flames came out of his mouth and nose.

A gigantic ape appeared, with flames burning all over his body - no, his hair was black flames.

Outside, the glass flame looks more like a layer of armor.

"Roar!"

Sun Wukong stood up again, opened his palm, and waved it in a random way.

There are only extreme forces, the power to break and destroy everything.

The surrounding Buddha statues shattered and disappeared.

Maitreya's Pure Land was destroyed by Sun Wukong.

This is just the beginning, Sun Wukong clenched his hands into fists, and smashed his huge mountain-like fist into the Buddha.

It's like a falling star.

The fist smashed on the 32 phases of the Buddha, raised, and the second punch of the other hand fell.

Alternating hands, one punch heavier than the other.

Black cracks emerge.

After thirty-six punches, the thirty-two phases shattered, revealing the appearance of the Buddha himself.

At the moment when the thirty-two phases were shattered, the Buddha pushed out with one palm.

The palm shadow appeared out of thin air, right in front of Sun Wukong, and his chest was sunken, forming a huge palm print.

Behind it, a large amount of blood and flames burst out.

The huge body froze and fell straight down.

Sun Wukong fell from the sky to the ground, and just smashed on the top of the Spirit Mountain, completely smashing the entire Spirit Mountain into a pile of ruins.

The Buddha looked at his right palm, and the glazed flames raged on it.

He shook his hand violently, and the glass flame exploded and disappeared, but the flesh and blood of his right palm also disappeared completely, leaving only the charred hand bones, which shrunk into the shape of chicken feet.

The Buddha turned his head and looked at Tang Luo, but did not speak.

"You don't think you've won, do you?" Tang Luo said.

"Hmph." The Buddha snorted a hand, and with a grasp of his intact left hand, Sun Wukong's huge demon ape body shattered.

It looks like the real ashes are gone, and the smoke is gone.

Tang Luo didn't have any angry expression on his face, he just shook his head.

"Let's try."

Over there, Ao Yu exhaled a breath and said, showing the prototype of the real dragon, and as soon as he grabbed it, the wind surged, and the flames were numerous.

The dragon's claws descend on the Buddha's head.

"Duh."

The Buddha just shouted softly, and the real dragon that Ao Yu turned into was like a lightning strike, and fell to the ground, dying.

Then, the Buddha looked at Zhu Bajie, as if he wanted to kill everyone in one fell swoop.

At this moment, there was a very great general's wind, and Sha Wujing, who was not shocked when Mount Tai collapsed, took a step forward and appeared in front of the Buddha.

"Poof!"

Sha Wujing, who had been spitting bubbles, still opened his mouth and spit out.

But this time, the situation is very different.

The balloon of water above his head instantly coalesced together and turned into a droplet the size of a soybean.

The water droplets are black overall, with a brilliant red color in the center!

The red light surrounds the black droplets and flies towards the Buddha.

A small drop of water, but it seemed to have the weight of a million worlds, shaking the surrounding space.

The Buddha's mouth was open, and it seemed that he wanted to "follow the word" and break the droplets.

But suddenly, he raised his left hand and put it in front of him.

Black droplets of water glowing red fell into the palm of the Buddha's hand, and his palm was suddenly torn open into a hole.

You can even see through this void that one of the eyes of the Buddha belongs to the back of the hand.

It's a pity that as the palm of the Buddha's hand was broken, the power of the black water droplet had also been exhausted, and it disappeared.

"Poof."

Sha Wujing took another bite, and small droplets of water fell on the Buddha's face through the hollow.

If the Buddha hadn't dodged it a little, I'm afraid the drop would have landed on his eyes.

There were no injuries and no marks were left.

What Sha Wujing spat out this time was just ordinary water—even, it could even be said to be saliva.

There is no lethality at all, more than that, it is a breath.

Zhu Bajie's eyes widened, and he couldn't imagine Sha Wujing, who had the wind of a general, really had the wind of a general!

If he were to do it, he would definitely not be able to do this.

The Buddha's left hand was slowly removed, his face expressionless, but anyone could sense the anger in his heart.

"Hey." Sha Wujing laughed, and without waiting for the Buddha to make a move, he disintegrated on the spot.

That blow was the final blow that he had been brewing for countless years, at the cost of his life.

No matter what the effect is, it is impossible for him to survive, and he does not even give the enemy the opportunity to "break the bones and scatter ashes".

The Buddha's left hand twitched slightly, and a wave of anger could not be vented, and the golden robe on his body swelled.

Although Sha Wujing is dead, there are still some people on the field......

There was a howling wind behind him, and the Buddha turned to look, and a black whirlpool appeared between heaven and earth.

A force is gathering and forming!

Form a figure - a figure fighting heaven and earth!

Monkey King, return!

"This is ......" The Buddha couldn't help but take a step back.

"The fighting spirit is not extinguished, and the spirit is not extinguished!" Tang Luo said, "How can Sun Wukong die so easily? ”

"Either killing him or taming him is not something you can do."

Sun Wukong, who returned out of thin air, had a golden flame burning in his eyes, and he reached out to grab it, and the golden hoop stick was in his hand.

"Come again!" Start the second round.

If you look closely, you can see that he is a little shorter than he was at the beginning.