Many white-clothed monks hoisted their Dharma horns in unison, and their voices were deafening: "Amitabha, the donor relied on his skills to kill the ghosts, destroy the bridge of Naihe, and disturb the law of the underworld, and now he wants to commit murder against Yan Jun, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?"

"Heavenly damnation?" Wukong sneered: "The immortals are high above, immortal and immortal, sitting and watching the suffering of the world." Set the cycle of life and death to bind sentient beings, but you don't enter the cycle of reincarnation? What kind of heaven is this? What kind of heavenly principle is this?"

Wukong held a stick and shouted: "If you dare to block me again, let you become tens of millions, or become hundreds of millions, I will kill myself with a stick!"

"Good. Thousands of monks laughed in unison: "Today I want to see what skills you have as a monkey and dare to kill Buddha." ”

King Jizo laughed loudly, and tens of thousands of golden tin rods in his hands hit the ground at the same time, bursting out hundreds of millions of golden snakes, snakes flying in the air and changing into arrows, hundreds of millions of golden arrows aimed at Wukong's location, shooting at the same time from all directions.

The rain of arrows is as dense as a cloth and as fast as the wind!

Seeing the monk's move, Wukong only raised his stick and shouted 'big'.

I saw the Ruyi golden hoop stick in his hand, from the thickness of the wrist, to the thickness of the bucket in the blink of an eye, and then the thickness of the hug, and then the diameter of ten girths, up to a hundred zhang.

Wukong held the stick with one hand and swirled it into the air, and the murder weapon in the world was danced into a fan-like shape, and the water could not be splashed.

Billions of golden arrows were pierced into the iron rods, making a crackling sound, and then the arrows shattered, and the shafts of the arrows bent and fell to the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

I didn't expect him to have such a method. The white-clothed monk was full of urgency, he gritted his teeth, as if he had made up some kind of determination: "In order to understand the suffering of the world, the poor monk has purified countless living beings, and only then has he become hundreds of millions. The so-called division is weak, and unity is strong, it seems that today I am going to gather a real body for you. ”

The figure of the King of Jizo suddenly ran wildly and rushed to the center.

The white-clothed monk at this point, his hands folded, chanted the Great Compassion Mantra in a clear voice: "Nan Wu, drink Ratana, Dora Yeye, Nan Wu, Ah Ya ......"

As he continued to sing, thousands of doppelgangers poured into his body and merged into one. The mana in his body was surging rapidly, surging like a hundred rivers returning to the sea.

This is the method of hundreds of millions of doppelgangers of Buddhism, and the doppelgangers transformed by this method can independently perceive the rules of heaven and earth and cultivate. When they gather, each other's memories are connected, and when they are mutually confirmed, they can understand the truth of heaven and earth, and their own cultivation will skyrocket countless times in an instant.

But this method also has disadvantages, the clone cultivates alone, and the individual strength is not strong, and once the real body is gathered, although the strength skyrockets, the cultivation speed will decrease, and if you want to re-transform the clone, the difficulty will increase a lot compared to the first transformation, and a lot of effort will be delayed out of thin air.

After a while, the Jizo King finished gathering the clones, and smiled: "Wukong, how about we fight again?"

Boom!

Wukong talked nonsense with him, and Leng Buding hit him with a stick, hitting his bald head.

"You monkey. The king of Jizo covered his bald head and retreated, cursing incessantly in his mouth, and a big bump and red had already come out of his hand.

Wukong pursed his lips: "After your bald donkey turns into a real thing, your bald head is much harder than just now." Eating my grandson on the front, I didn't have a head to bloom. ”

"Amitabha, sin and sin. King Jizo clasped his hands together, "Don't blame my Buddha, my disciple still hasn't cultivated enough, and he even thinks in vain." But this demon despised the Dharma, and his sin was unforgivable, and after the disciple sent him to death, he faced the wall for thousands of years and atoned for his sins to my Buddha. ”

After the king finished praying, he sacrificed the orb in his left hand in the air, and shouted: "The pearl shines through the road to heaven, give me death, Sun Wukong!"

The wishful orb offered by the King of Jizo shone brightly, like a small sun, lighting up the gloomy underworld. The ghostly ghosts, lonely souls and wild ghosts, illuminated by this light, suddenly turned into wisps of green smoke, and disappeared in the air with a wail.

This wishful orb is one of the two magic weapons of the king of Jizo, this thing can fix the soul of the living soul, and then shine with the golden light of the orb, melt the opponent's soul, and deal with spiritual monsters such as

Ghosts and ghosts are the most effective.

Of course, if you use it to illuminate people, it can also make people lose their will, numb their souls, and finally be scattered by the soul of this golden light.

Wukong didn't notice it for a while, so he fell into the other party's way. He only felt that the golden light shining into his eyes was like a thousand ropes, binding his spirit. Now it takes a lot of effort to raise your hand and raise your eyebrows, as if you have several mountains pressing down.

"What the hell is this?"

Wukong was in a hurry, he raised his arm, and wanted to raise the iron rod to greet the monk's head, but was surprised to find that he seemed to be performing in slow motion.

The iron rod in his hand moved forward inch by inch, and it was finally time to hit the head of King Jizo. The monk suddenly curled the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of contempt, and then moved away, avoiding the attack of the golden hoop stick, and instead raised the tin staff in his hand and gave him a blow.

While!

The golden tin staff hit Wukong's head, making a sound of gold and iron, the sound was pleasant and crisp, echoing in the empty dungeon.

"Hahahaha. King Jizo suddenly laughed: "Your monkey head is really hard enough, and you eat a tin staff from a poor monk head-on, but you don't have a head to bloom." Amitabha, admire and admire!"

Wukong had never been so humiliated, and when he heard this, he felt that strands of hot blood were generated from his chest, puff, puff, and rushed straight to his head along the cavity.

The golden rope tied to Wukong's soul was rushed by this hot blood, just like a Laipi snake being splashed with fire oil, and fell down one after another, in Wukong's sea of knowledge, he couldn't stop shaking, kept rolling, and finally broke into a small section, a small section, and disappeared.

Goku's arm suddenly moved. And the king of Jizo does not seem to be aware of this.

There was a loud bang, and Goku slammed his arm, hitting the enemy's skull again. In the same position, the score was exactly the same, and on the big red bump that protruded above the head of the King of Jizo, a larger and redder one grew, like an upside-down fire gourd.

"Ahh

The King of Jizo screamed and retreated, his Soul Determination Wishful Bead was the result of a thousand eons of asceticism and the gathering of the wishes of all sentient beings. As soon as this thing came out, the gods and ghosts of heaven and earth were all captured, and there was never a time when they missed, but how to face this monkey head today failed.

"Splash monkey, the poor monk will not crush your bones and scatter ashes today, your soul will be reduced to the land of the nine secludeds, and after all the torture of the eighteen layers of hell, I will write the three words of the king of the earth upside down!"

The white-clothed monk's kind eyes finally disappeared, he raised the tin staff in his hand and slammed it to the ground, and then lifted the wishful orb, sacrificed it again, and shouted loudly: "The pearl shines through the road to heaven, and Jin Xi shakes open the gate of hell." My grand wish, to pass away!"