"Ignorance, ignorance!"

"If you boast of your talent, you will be rebellious and proud!"

"It's sad to be a pawn, but I don't accept my fate."

"But do you have the capital to refuse to accept your fate?"

"Just by virtue of your current Da Luo Triple Realm? Or with that stick! ”

Jin Cicada's voice was cold, and his tone was full of mockery.

The light of the Buddha on the surface of the body is a little more intense.

No matter how hard the monkey tries, it can't get close.

"Now you are just a remnant thought, even the proud flesh has been shattered!"

"Still not admitting defeat?"

"Your time has long passed."

"You don't even have the qualifications to be a pawn!"

The cold voice echoed in the void, without any emotion.

And as his words fell, the phantom of the golden cicada ancient Buddha behind him smiled even more, and pointed at the monkey's chest in the air, bursting into a cloud of blood mist.

"I don't know how to forbear, I don't know how to be cautious."

"I knew I was using Pig Wu to fish, but I still came out!"

"If someone hadn't been watching me in the dark, you'd be dead, you know?"

"The victory in your eyes may not be played by others!"

"Without weapons, without a physical body, your Da Luo Triple Realm, in my eyes, is so ridiculous!"

The golden cicada was still talking, taking a slight step forward, and once again shaking the monkey upside down.

From beginning to end, his hands were even behind his back.

The monkey got up a little embarrassed, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the golden cicada calmly, grinned, and smiled again, still so rebellious: "After all, it's better to try than a nest for a lifetime..."

As soon as the words fell, the monkey clenched the iron rod in his hand, jumped up again, and smashed it towards the golden cicada.

"Knowing you can't do it..."

"Pathetic."

Jin Chanzi opened his mouth indifferently, still as before, with his hands behind his back, motionless.

Buddha Light intercepted the monkey in front of him again.

"What you have always relied on is just that stick and your own body of Nine Turns Xuangong."

"If you lose them, you'll even be seventy-two!"

Every word he said was like a sharp blade, stabbing into the monkey's heart.

But from beginning to end, the monkey's eyes did not change in any way.

The Buddha light in front of Jin Chanzi was like a barrier, blocking him outside, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through.

"yes..."

"The only thing I can rely on is that stick..."

The monkey gritted his teeth and continued to increase the strength in his hand, but his eyes were fixed on the golden cicada: "But it's already a part of me..."

As the words fell, the immortal power in the monkey's body suddenly rioted.

A huge ape phantom appeared, its body burning with raging flames, hammered its chest hard, raised its head, and looked at the golden stick in the heavenly court projection in the sky, letting out a deafening roar.

The stick trembled slightly as if sensing something.

The blood-red dilapidated cloak on it was even more rippling.

The stick hidden under the rust seemed to light up slightly, and then, a faint ray of light seemed to penetrate the isolation between the immortal and the mortal, and landed on the monkey.

"And now..."

"My stick... It's back. ”

The monkey laughed wildly, and suddenly lifted the stick up, fused with the light, swung it in a circle in mid-air, and slammed it down again.

Jin Cicada's expression changed slightly, and she stepped back.

But it was too late.

The Buddha's light shattered, and the stick swept across the golden cicada's chest, knocking it upside down and flying out.

A mouthful of blood erupted from his mouth, and his face turned slightly pale.

"Heh... Huh..."

"In the case of rage, is this the only way to go?"

"You can't even kill me, and you want to try to break the day."

The golden cicada fell on a boulder, slowly got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the monkey, and chuckled.

The monkey didn't say a word, just clenched the iron rod in his hand.

"The game, let's stop here..."

The golden cicada seemed to lose interest and raised her palm.

In the void, palm prints slapped towards the monkey one after another, and the phantom of the golden cicada ancient Buddha behind him turned into a streamer and disappeared, waiting for the opportunity to give the monkey a fatal blow in the dark.

Even with the blessing of a wisp of spiritual thought from the golden hoop stick, under the palm prints in the sky, the monkey still looked a little embarrassed.

kept tossing and turning, and was photographed into the desert several times, splashing dust.

Jin Chanzi admired his repeated defeats and battles, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"In the name of the Buddha, the return of Lingshan is the most convenient way."

"You can't stop me."

"When I devour this breath of the Buddha, the spiritual mountain returns, everything... It's not the same as before. ”

He raised his head, looked at the spiritual mountain in the west in a blur, and then looked at the heavenly court in the east, which had almost completely descended, and slowly walked forward in the void, standing in front of the Buddha's projection again.

"Buddha..."

"What makes me wonder is, why don't you use this method?"

"Are you feeling noble?"

"Still..."

"Ulterior motives."

"Time will tell."

The golden cicada opened his mouth lightly, and his palm was pasted towards the Buddha's phantom.

There was the sound of an air explosion behind him.

Jin Cicada frowned slightly and turned sideways.

A flaming iron rod flew past him.

"Spirit... Lingshan..."

"Can't go back..."

At this moment, the monkey's body was already full of scars, blood was constantly flowing, and he dragged his tired body and stood behind the golden cicada.

The palm prints in the sky, I don't know when, have disappeared.

"Now, you're gone with a stick..."

"Monkeys..."

"Do you still want to hold on?"

Jin Chanzi was a little curious, looked at him and asked.

The monkey smiled: "Why not?" ”

"Even if it's death?"

"Even if it's death!"

One question, one answer.

The breeze once again blew the corner of the golden cicada's robe.

The monkey's blood dripped down the desert and in a matter of moments it dried up in the scorching heat and fell into the quicksand.

The two looked at each other from a distance.

Jin Chanzi sighed and shook his head: "Then as a teacher, I will personally send you on the road today." ”

As he spoke, the golden cicada took a step forward.

But soon, a dissatisfied voice was heard in the distance.

"Don't move!"

"You don't know how graphic the shot just now is!"

"Step out, the atmosphere is gone."

Hearing this familiar voice, Jin Chanzi's hands stiffened for no reason, turned his head, and looked into the distance.

Behind the pile of sand, Su Yang rolled over and came out, covered with sand.

He patted it casually, shook the mobile phone in his hand from a distance, and shouted again: "Can you go back for a while, maintain the action just now, and let me take another shot?" ”

"The meeting between Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong after a thousand years, desert, white clothes, blood..."

"It's memorable!"

"I can make a "Journey to the West 2"!"