Sou!

A breeze blew, swirling the ubiquitous smell of blood.

After Sun Wukong's battle, as far as the eye can see, in front of the Nantian Gate, there are broken limbs everywhere, and blood is flowing.

At some point, a figure wearing an anti-scale armor appeared, blocking Sun Wukong's way, and his bright and supple silver hair swayed in the breeze.

Between the eyebrows, there is a hint of evil.

"Meet the Gods of Justice!"

"I've seen the God of Justice!"

"Ming Xiaoyang!"

…………

The surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals caught a glimpse of the people and shouted in surprise.

Judicial god Ming Xiaoyang?

After some fighting, Sun Wukong also recovered a little, and when he heard the shouts of others, he immediately guessed the identity of the person blocking him.

It's none other than the judicial god who is under the two of them in the Heavenly Court, above tens of thousands of people, but has never had the opportunity to meet.

"Who did my grandson think it was, it turned out to be a dog recruited by the Jade Emperor." Sun Wukong's ignorant person is fearless, and he doesn't know what the silver-armored man standing in front of him means, "No wonder you can block my old Sun's stick!" ”

"Hurry up and get out of the way of my grandson, my grandson is going to take the dragon chair of the Jade Emperor today!"

was called a lackey by Sun Wukong in public, and then heard Sun Wukong speak so wildly, Ming Xiaoyang was not angry, and smiled casually.

"Capture the Dragon Chair? It's up to you? Sun Monkey, Ben Zhenjun only has one sentence to ask you now! ”

"What?" The white-clothed and white-haired man standing in front of him was obviously smiling very kindly, but Sun Wukong inexplicably rose with fear, grabbed the golden hoop stick, and asked rhetorically.

"How do you want to die?"

Boom!

Before the words fell, the Fang Tian painting halberd in his palm changed into a sea dragon, biting out, and approaching Sun Wukong's heart.

Clang!

Sun Wukong is the Buddha's destiny to defeat the Buddha, and his fighting talent is so high that he is almost not under the Erlang God Yang Jian.

Facing the attack of a half-step Taiyi Golden Immortal, his body moved spontaneously, and he raised the golden hoop stick in front of him.

The golden hoop rod intersected with Fang Tian's painting halberd, and the difference was more than a half-star of mana collision, and Sun Wukong, who was still shaking his majesty in front of the heavenly soldiers and generals just now, was shocked and retreated.

"Okay, it's the first time I've met such a good opponent." was repelled in one move, and Sun Wukong laughed wildly, "Ming Xiaoyang, take my old grandson again!" ”

Swish!

Before the words fell, this Monkey King, who had just broken into the Immortal Golden Immortal and integrated the primordial spirit with the flesh, danced the golden hoop stick in his palm.

A golden hoop rod is layered on top of each other, and the sky is full of stick shadows, all of which are substances, not such illusory shadows.

"The rod of the Qianjun stick method has a lot of shadows!"

Sun Wukong danced with the golden hoop stick in his hand and shouted in his mouth.

"Pediatric tricks." Sun Wukong's move, every stick shadow is equivalent to a golden immortal's full attack, which can almost be called a blow from Taiyi Golden Immortal.

But in front of Ming Xiaoyang, it was just a child's thing, the halberd swept, and countless dragons appeared.

The first form of the Emperor's Thirteenth Style: A hundred dragons roar and swallow the stars!

More than 100 divine dragons with a length of more than 1,000 zhang appeared together, and a dragon chant echoed throughout the heavenly court, filling everything.

Sun Wukong's move was full of stick shadows, and countless stick shadows were torn apart by the dragon's claws, turning into a dazzling rain of light and dissipating between heaven and earth.

Poof!

The divine dragon summoned by Ming Xiaoyang now is no longer the same as it was back then, and its power is so great that it surpasses the imagination of the world.

These more than 100 divine dragons are all living creatures, giving the dragon shadow transformed by the aura of heaven and earth with real life.

Hundreds of dragons came out together, entrenched together, forming a towering and steep mountain as high as hundreds of zhang, and crushed down head-to-head.

Sun Wukong's Qianjun stick method was broken, his body returned to his original thinness, and a mouthful of blood spewed out from his mouth, and a touch of white appeared on the monkey's face, which was stained by smoke.

Who knows, Ming Xiaoyang's move did not stop, but condensed into a mountain, and the terrifying Shenlong Mountain firmly locked Sun Wukong.

"Ahh

Sun Wukong raised his head to the sky and let out a roar, his messy hair stood up, and his thin body swelled, turning into a golden giant ape that was more than a foot high.

"One of the thousands of rod methods is to set the country!"

The Ruyi golden hoop stick grows larger with the owner, and it also changes from the thickness of the bamboo pole to more than seven feet, to the size of the bowl mouth, and the length is two zhang.

Sun Wukong raised the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand and plunged it into the sky, as if he wanted to tear the sky apart, and withstood the giant mountain of the dragon that Ming Xiaoyang crushed.

This move condenses Sun Wukong's own mana at one point, and the people and sticks are one, even if there is really a turbulent country, it can restore calm.

Rumble!

The Divine Dragon Mountain and Sun Wukong's Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick collided together, making a roaring sound, and the entire heavenly court shook the mountain in a row.

The whole mountain range, like a living creature, radiates pieces of Taoism, blocks everything, is integrated, and cannot be destroyed at all.

Click!

The Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod held high in Sun Wukong's hand made a crisp sound under the pressure of the unimaginable weight of the Divine Dragon Giant Mountain.

A rod made of stainless steel, bent down.

The golden ape's hairy face turned red. The unprecedentedly strong enemy made Sun Monkey, who had always asked himself about his ability to be the best in the world, unprecedentedly rise with a trace of fear.

Am I not big enough?

Wow!

Gradually, Sun Wukong was crushed back into that skinny little monkey, and opened his mouth to spurt out a mouthful of red blood.

"Demon Monkey, the True Monarch is in charge of the Heavenly Court and Heavenly Rules, and I will suppress you under this Shenlong Mountain today, and then make a decision after reporting to His Majesty."

Outside the Nantian Gate, Ming Xiaoyang unceremoniously made the final verdict.

The falling Shenlong Mountain was strengthened, suppressing Sun Wukong and falling from the heavens.

"Ahh The words full of unwillingness spit out, with a thick despair, "My grandson is unwilling!" ”

Bang!

Shenlong Mountain fell into the world, and more than 100 Shenlong were petrified, forming a situation of hundreds of dragons playing, pressing Sun Wukong under it.

"Amitabha."

At the same time that Ming Xiaoyang suppressed Sun Wukong, a melodious Buddha horn sounded in the void, golden lotus pieces, and Zen singing was everywhere.

A monk with a golden glow appeared all over his body, surrounded by five hundred arhats and guarded by four bodhisattvas.

"Good, good!" When the monk first appeared, he clasped his palms together, and said solemnly, "The Judicial God is really a good skill, but the shot is too heavy." ”

"Meet the Buddha!"

The surrounding heavenly soldiers and generals had not yet woken up from the shock of Sun Wukong being easily suppressed by Ming Xiaoyang, when they saw this monk appear.

At the moment, under the leadership of Li Jing's father and son, it was like finding the backbone of the heart, and everyone bowed down, and their demeanor was extremely respectful.

Compared with the boundless power of the mana, but the ruthless god of justice, it is still this Buddha who has always had a reputation for compassion to be more popular.

"Is it heavy?" The Fang Tian painting halberd in Ming Xiaoyang's palm turned away, and he said casually, "Ben Zhenjun doesn't think so!" ”

"Sun Wukong, the demon monkey, disrupted the Pan Tao Society, kicked over Lao Jun's gossip furnace, and didn't know how many heavenly soldiers and generals he killed, which was stubborn. Ben Zhenjun pressed him under Shenlong Mountain, which is already an extrajudicial grace! ”

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