"Great Sage, I'll kill Tang Seng and help you go to this golden hoop. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info" The white bone spirit gritted his teeth and stared at the golden hoop on Sun Wukong's head with hatred, his eyes flashed fiercely, "When you go to this hoop, you will take us to Yaotian again and take back everything they took away!"

Sun Wukong was stunned, and after looking at the white bone spirit for a while, he stretched out his hand to the golden hoop, and with a little effort, the golden hoop was easily taken off by him.

The white bone spirit's jaw was about to drop: "This, this..."

"There are only two people in this world who know the secret of the golden hoop, one is me, and the other is Guanyin. Sun Wukong smiled self-deprecatingly, and as soon as he raised his hand, the golden hoop returned to his head steadily, as if it had never been taken off.

"Even the Five Finger Mountain of Rulai can't trap me, and a little golden hoop can help me. ”

"But why?"

Jin Chanzi questioned the Hinayana Buddhism of Rulai, and made a bet with Rulai, and the bet was on his tenth cultivation, although Guanyin was a disciple of Rulai, but he loved her senior brother, that is, Jin Chanzi. ”

"She knew that Jin Chanzi's arguments were not as good as Nyolai's, so she made an agreement with me that I would help Jin Chanzi win the bet and overturn Nyolai's Dharma, and she would give me freedom. ”

"But now that you're free, this golden hoop can't trap you, can you?"

"As long as I am alive, I am not free. Sun Wukong glanced at the white bone spirit, raised his hand, and the golden hoop stick had appeared in his hand.

"Although I can't fight Rulai, but I still don't care about a golden cicada, as long as I help the golden cicada overthrow the Dharma of Rulai, if all thoughts are lost, I can be truly free. ”

"But the Great Sage..."

"Only when I am truly free, can I revitalize the demon clan and trample that Xuantian under my feet. Sun Wukong rudely interrupted the words of the white bone spirit, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Did you say yes?"

The white bone spirit looked at the person in front of him in a daze, unable to say a word.

If the Monkey King five hundred years ago was a sharp sword that cut everything, then the experience of five hundred years has polished him into a strong and powerful golden hoop stick, although the sword is sharp, but easy to break, the golden hoop stick is both offensive and defensive, indestructible.

Bai Gu Jing thought: I just don't know if his heart is still the Dinghai God Needle.

Sun Wukong left step by step with the golden hoop stick, and the place where the two of them were originally standing was covered with white powder.

When I finish helping the golden cicada to preach and slaughter all the gods and Buddhas, I will go to the netherworld of Kyushu, and then I will make amends to you one by one.

Sun Wukong thought to himself.