Chapter 969: The Relic of the Golden Cicada!

"Wukong, save me!" An affectionate call seemed to run through heaven and earth. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the golden cicada was beaten to death by the women several times, he finally couldn't hold it back and let out a cry.

"Master, I'm here!" In an instant, the Monkey King appeared in front of the golden cicada.

"How is that possible?" Bai Tangjing was extremely surprised.

He already knew the fact that the Monkey King in the outside world had been killed by two god-killers, and the golden cicada was also besieged by the women in turn, so he had no time to recite the scriptures to resurrect the Monkey King.

So, where did this Monkey King come from?

"Do you mean...... This is because when Jin Chanzi was a Tang monk, in the mythological plot of "Journey to the West", the lines that he would read whenever he was in danger had evolved into a kind of power? Bai Tangjing could only come up with such unbelievable facts.

can ignore all conditions, even the dead Monkey King can recall the power against the sky.

And......

"Obviously he is still subordinate to God, why do I feel that this Monkey King is stronger than the one I killed?" Bai Tangjing couldn't believe it.

"Huh?" He looked closely and finally made a discovery.

I see, it turns out that the magic power of this Monkey King is completely provided by the golden cicada.

In other words, when the golden cicada is in danger, he can ignore all conditions to summon Sun Wukong, and he can also strengthen this Sun Wukong to the highest level.

As a price, Sun Wukong uses such strength, which requires the consumption of the golden cicada's own mana.

"That's reasonable." Bai Tangjing nodded silently, and then said to the women, "If you continue to deal with the golden cicada, this Monkey King will be handed over to me." ”

"If there's anything coming at me, don't aim at my master." Monkey King roared angrily.

It seems that the women once again attacked the golden cicada, directly angering the monkey.

But-

Bai Tangjing blocked in front of Sun Wukong in an instant, and directly took the other party's wishful golden hoop stick.

That's right, he used his yin and yang to cut off the blade of all things, and completely followed the wishful golden hoop stick.

"Stab, stab, stab, stab", at the junction of a sword and a stick, there was also a sound of friction and sparks.

"It is worthy of the strengthened Monkey King, it is really stronger than the last time, and the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick, which should have been cut off by my sword, actually persevered." Bai Tangjing nodded silently.

However, he himself is no longer what it used to be.

The previous defeat of Sun Wukong was not as simple as casting a divine sword, and Bai Tangjing's spirit was also sublimated.

He had accumulated enough momentum, and his mana was refined as a result.

In the myths of this world, it is often the person who determines the status.

However, if there is a god who can defeat stronger enemies, and keep defeating them, they will get a boost on their own.

Although Baitang Mirror does not really belong to the gods of this world, it still receives such benefits.

Looking at Sun Wukong again, although it has also been strengthened, it is only on par with the current Baitang Mirror, which is not enough to defeat the Baitang Mirror.

If there is a gap in weapons, the situation will gradually shift towards the Baitang Mirror.

Bai Tangjing clearly sensed that the golden cicada was not only killed a few more times, but also his mana power had dropped sharply.

"How many times has this guy been killed? It seems like more than ten times. Plus, I had robbed the other party of five lives, which means - sure enough, my guess was correct. Bai Tangjing had the answer in his heart.

The golden cicada is really not so bad, in addition to his own ten lives, either he has a way to recover his life, or the so-called killing, it may not really be all successful.

Perhaps, there is a magical effect such as "golden cicada shelling".

Of course, if you want to fake your death like this, it is estimated that there will be consumption, and now he still needs to support Sun Wukong's mana, which is probably about the same.

In other words, as long as Bai Tangjing drags Sun Wukong, then the golden cicada will really die.

Even if this guy is very good at turning the tables, it is estimated that most of them are out of play.

Just when Bai Tangjing thought so, Jin Chanzi suddenly threw down the things in his hands, and instead took out a tight hoop from his arms.

That's right, this thing is too familiar and impressive, especially Sun Wukong in the battle with Baitang Mirror, who is also in a tight shape when he sees this.

"After Sun Wukong became a Buddha, this thing was taken down. It turns out that this thing is actually still in the hands of the golden cicada? Bai Tangjing is not calm now.

Even if the tyrannical Monkey King can't be freed after being hit, this thing is really chilling.

When the golden cicada took out this thing, all the women were also slightly stunned, and they were on guard for a while.

Everyone recognized the power of this thing, and they didn't dare to underestimate the golden cicada's methods.

"What benefactor wants to be subdued by a poor monk?" Jin Cicada breathed a sigh of relief and said faintly.

Obviously, even if he was a good-tempered monk, he was beaten repeatedly to the point that he was angry.

After being beaten to death so many times, who would have a good temper?

In Bai Tangjing's opinion, the golden cicada at this time is the most dangerous, and the tight hoops that have not been thrown are even more terrible than the tight hoops that have been thrown.

Because no one can be sure which one the other party is targeting.

No one wants to try the power of the Tightening Spell.

Even Sun Wukong didn't want to fight anymore because of this, but stood aside in a daze, his face looked extremely ugly, as if he recalled that tragic past experience.

Just when the golden cicada thought that everything was decided, he could have time to recite the scriptures, make up for the lost life, and resurrect the dead apprentices.

A hand suddenly stretched out out of thin air and directly snatched away the tight hoop.

"Ugh!" The golden cicada was directly stupid.

Bai Tangjing raised his head proudly, indicating that I did it.

Just in case, he took the sword in his hand and aimed it at this tight hoop.

Then the hoop broke...... And it was broken......

"Jin Chanzi, what else do you have to say?" Bai Tangjing smiled proudly.

"It seems that this time it was the poor monk who lost. Please also spare Goku, Goku is innocent. Jin Chanzi sighed.

"Master!" Sun Wukong was moved.

"Goku!" Jin Cicada said affectionately.

"Master!"

"Goku!"

"Master!"

"Goku!"

"Paralysis! The flesh numbs me. Bai Tangjing shivered all over his body.

In his displeasure, he took all the women to go forward and besiege Europe again and again, and finally eliminated the enemy this time.

In the end, it was the old way, Bai Tangjing operated the electromagnetic force, and then refined them alive.

The main thing is to release himself and the women from that space, and then use the space as a furnace to manifest electromagnetic means before it can be accomplished.

"This is ......" Bai Tangjing looked at the accidental product in his hand, and he couldn't help but be a little stunned.

It was a gold bead, but it was also a relic, a real Buddha relic!

Although these two are indeed Buddhas, they manifest as disobedient bodies, and can they actually refine relics?

However, Sun Wukong is only subordinate to God, so this one should belong to the relics of the golden cicada.

This was indeed a bit surprising to Bai Tangjing, but it also had a sense of taking it for granted.

After all, it is only natural that the gods no longer obey their bodies, and that they still possess those powers.

So, even if the relics were born as a result, it should not be surprising.

"In other words, it is said that if you eat Tang Seng, you can live forever?" Bai Tangjing looked at this relic and showed some thought. (To be continued.) )