The current six-eared macaque makes Lao Bai feel unfamiliar, although the six-eared macaque always used your name for him before, Lao Bai has always felt that the relationship between the two is between a friend and a courtier.

Today, just because he didn't succeed in teaching him the Eight or Nine Xuangong, he spoke ill of him, and the golden inscription around him was obviously the eight-character mantra of Buddhism.

Thinking of this White Tiger, the thoughts that had been finally smoothed out became chaotic again, and there were definitely earth-shattering changes during the time he was away.

Could it be that the one who started counting the six-eared macaque? No, since he traveled for so long, the six-eared macaque has always been cautious, how can he still be buried in the chessboard of Journey to the West?

"Liu'er, I know you're unwilling, but you must remember not to touch those powers that don't belong to you!"

Bai Hu put away his original easy posture, frowned into a Sichuan character, and lingered beside Liu'er for a long time, then left with mixed feelings, planning to find Bai He to understand the situation.

"White Tiger, you can't do it, the master told me ......"

Six-ear's voice became light and weak, mixed with a scalp-tinging scream, and before the white tiger could turn his head, Liu'er fainted because his body could not bear the surging mana.

"Six ears!"

As soon as the white tiger was about to get up to help him, a mana fluctuation that turned the sky to the sea outside quickly enveloped the entire mountain forest.

Something happened!

The white tiger chuckled in his heart, and before he had time to take care of the six ears, he used the mana of his body to quickly flee outward, and at the same time secretly prayed in his heart that the worst situation would not happen.

By the time Liu'er arrived, the demon generals and demon soldiers under his command had already set up a crude formation, staring at the rich mana fluctuations in the sky and trembling, this pressure of heaven and earth made them fear from the bottom of their bones.

Suddenly, the sky vortex expanded and tore, a climbing dragon attached to the phoenix, and the colorful Luan chariot slowly floated out of the whirlpool, accompanied by the roar of the cloud-piercing stone suspended next to the canine-shaped phantom without moving, and the nine-clawed golden dragon with a low roar was crawling in mid-air at the moment and shrunk a ball.

"Not good!"

The white tiger couldn't bear the power of covering the heavens and the earth when the silhouette of the chariot had just been revealed, and his limbs were humiliated to the ground, the so-called divine body was also full of cracks, and the guards beside him were even more unbearable, and they were all stunned by the surging energy.

There is no doubt that the white tiger is also under pressure, but because it is far away from the chariot, with the support of eight or nine Xuangong, he can barely maintain the trend of landing on one knee, so as not to be embarrassed like an ordinary mob, and his divine sense takes the time to feel that the white lotus, the Red Refining Demon King and others over there are full of pain, and they can't even speak under this coercion.

The chariot seemed to sense everyone's situation, and a gentle voice came from the clouds: "The nether monster quickly retreated, and the six-eared macaque stepped forward!" Then the invisible pressure dissipated, as if the humiliation of the previous moment was as false as a dream.

The white tiger was stunned when he heard this, the voice was ethereal and shocking, although it was as warm as jade, it had an irresistible magic, but he didn't know if it was an illusion or something, he always felt a little anxious and uneasy.

At this time, in the chariot, the Bodhi Patriarch with a complicated face glanced at the surrounding reckless hazel forest, and his divine sense probed the white tiger with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth, and the original Gu Jing Wubo's face was full of doubts, and his eyes were dull and seemed to be difficult to accept. ”

Patriarch Puti's lips moved slightly, and after a long time, he squeezed out such a blunt question, stretched out his hand to support the oblique Chongyun crown, and muttered for a moment: "Who is the demon king of this world?" ”

Hearing this, the white tiger Hao Ruochenxing's eyes burst out of battle intent in an instant, it was the instinct of long-term fighting and training, he didn't expect it at all when he first crossed over, and thought that he would participate in the mixed water of Journey to the West.

From the initial accident possessed in the body of the soul-destroying white tiger to get acquainted with the considerate Bai He, to the later won the demon pill by coincidence, there have been thrills along the way, more of a strange fate, and there has never been a moment so humiliating as now.

Trying his best to suppress the surging mana fluctuations in his chest, the white tiger opened his mouth, and before he could open his mouth, he had already spit out red blood, still trying his best to put on a momentum, and said, "Demon King White Tiger, what do you have to do?" ”

Patriarch Bodhi didn't seem to expect that the white tiger would still be able to speak under this kind of oppression, and said softly: "This little guy is a little interesting, but he still needs to solve the trouble of the six ears." ”

Patriarch Putti feigned the more and more dignified spiritual power in the whirlpool, carefully combing the memories of the doppelganger, even if it was just a glimpse, but it was much richer than his other doppelganger, Taishang Laojun, thinking that he was still sitting in the triple heaven, Patriarch Bodhi was a little depressed.

"I see, the Buddha world still set its eyes on the six ears, no wonder in the previous life, all the exercises of the six-eared macaque and Sun Wukong were even the same.

After understanding the reason, the white tiger carefully looked at the terrifying terrifying power in the chariot, and a touch of bitterness quietly appeared at the corner of his mouth, which contained the power that surged and palpitated, and it was a fluctuation and symbol of the release of the mana of the great power, which was the result of the other party's deliberate convergence, and the consequences would be unimaginable if it was fully exerted.

The Bodhi Patriarch in the frame fell into contemplation, trying his best to deduce the roots of the white tiger, the memory of this part of his body seems to be insignificant, but in fact it is all-encompassing, spanning many eras before and after, and now forgetting the people who are prostrate on the ground, deeply immersed in the long river of time.

And the liberated Chilian Demon King had palpitations, during the period of being crushed by majesty, he actually had a sense that life was worse than death, and now he returned to calm and couldn't help but be active in his heart, seeing that the white tiger was silent, he immediately secretly gathered the mountain demons scattered all over the place.

After the event, the Red Lian Demon King couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart, and stared at the chariot suspended in the air with a little fear, lest the Puti Ancestor find something abnormal.

As the demon king, the white tiger learned that thousands of monsters were converging and rushing, and immediately looked at the red refining demon king with a pale and weak face without a trace. Lowered his voice and said gloomily and cruelly:

"Chi Lian, you know that you can't compete with each other with the strength of our people, but you still want to send your brothers to death, do you still have me as a king in your eyes?"

"Don't worry, the king, I will recently get a new formation from the Yunyou Daoist, which can gather the strength of many Dao friends on the king, how can I not be able to fight against him with the king's divine power when the time comes?"

Contrary to the self-feeling good and blind and arrogant Red Refining Demon King, Bai He's expression was pale, and he stepped forward helplessly to hold Bai Hu's wrist:

"White Tiger, the generals under your command are also here, I'm afraid that this time I will be wiped out by the other party."

In the tone, it was difficult to hide the fear of the Bodhi Patriarch, for Bai He, she had never seen an existence like the Bodhi Patriarch in her life that could cause the vision of heaven and earth, and she had always been astute, and she would not believe that she could fight against this kind of power with a formation of unknown origin.

What's more, it's just a dismount.

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