"A thousand years, for cultivators like us, it's just a snap of a finger, and I don't want to have a figure like the Great Sage, which makes Bendi admire. ”

Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole has a very kind attitude towards Sun Wukong, and he is a saint, and he is a fellow saint, and he has a hint of admiration in his words.

"I don't deserve the emperor's false praise, the emperor has purified hundreds of millions of souls in the netherworld, rescued the suffering, and won the love of the netherworld, which is really immeasurable. ”

Sun Wukong smiled faintly.

"Hehe, with the root and bone understanding of the Great Sage, he is really well versed in the way of merit and creation, if the Great Sage was born at the beginning of chaos, I am afraid that he would have been sanctified by now. ”

This evaluation is quite high, and Sun Wukong can't understand the emperor's intentions for a while.

"With your and my Taoism, we all know that if today's Dao rules control the Three Realms, as strong as a saint, we must follow the heavens, and once we go against the heavens, we will accept extremely severe punishments. ”

Emperor Qinghua looked up at the sky and continued.

"And for example, if we are a quasi-saint, although we have been recognized by the Heavenly Dao and granted the power of the quasi-saint, if we want to become a saint completely, we must obey the rules set by the Heavenly Dao and accumulate enough merit and faith, do you know?"

"I know. Sun Wukong replied honestly.

"Do you know how much this sanctification merit requires?"

"I don't know. Sun Wukong has been aroused by the words of the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole.

"After this emperor became a quasi-saint, he has been staying in the netherworld, educating the sentient beings of the netherworld, and now, after endless years, he still can't feel the will of the Heavenly Dao and can't be recognized. ”

When Sun Wukong heard this, his eyes narrowed, the merit and belief accumulated by the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole is definitely the most among all these quasi-saints in the world, and the time is the longest, even so, looking at his tone, the accumulated merit and belief is far from enough, then relying on the power of faith of the witch clan and the demon clan in Beizhou, the road to holiness is even more distant.

"What does the emperor want to say?" Sun Wukong groaned and asked directly.

"The Netherworld Blood Sea has created endless killings for the Three Realms, although the Netherworld Ancestor relies on the Yuan Tu and Ah Nose double swords, not touching cause and effect, but this debt is carried on the entire Netherworld Blood Sea, as long as the Netherworld Blood Sea is completely eradicated, you can obtain boundless merit, in the past, with my strength, I can only draw the Netherworld Ancestor, but there is no way to the Netherworld Blood Sea, now, with the Great Sage, everything is different. ”

Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole raised his head and looked at Sun Wukong with a happy look.

It turned out that the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole played this abacus, and joined forces with me to completely eradicate the Netherworld Blood Sea and obtain great merit to help him become holy!

"Emperor, with all due respect, my Twelve Heavenly Gods Battle Banner is an acquired magic weapon, Chi You refined, it can't absorb the entire Netherworld Blood Sea at all, and it can't cause fatal trauma to the Netherworld Ancestor, you and I can't join forces, and we can't kill him, but it will anger him, and when the time comes, we will fight for our lives, and we may also fall, so, I can't help this matter, after all, I'm also afraid of death." ”

Sun Wukong directly rejected the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole.

After all, this thing is successful, and it is also the sanctification of the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole, he can only drink a mouthful of soup, and he may be dragged to death by the crazy Netherworld Ancestor, and once the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole is sanctified, it means that the luck of this life is on him, and after he is sanctified, he will naturally run out, and his chance will be completely broken.

Therefore, Sun Wukong naturally did not choose to help the Emperor Qinghua of the East Pole, and the Twelve Heavenly Gods Battle Banner was indeed unable to absorb the entire Netherworld Blood Sea, after all, it was only the essence blood of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, not the Twelve Ancestral Witches themselves.

If Sun Wukong transforms into an ancestral witch to absorb it, it is possible, but Sun Wukong will not do that, because once the bloodline of the twelve ancestral witches increases greatly and exceeds his original bloodline, then it is possible that he may really become Pangu Houyi, incarnate as the twelve ancestral witches, and lose himself.

When the bloodline of the demon ape was activated, there was this lesson, and finally relied on the sword intent to suppress it, so as to preserve himself, and then improved step by step, and tried his best to control the purity of the bloodline, whether it was the bloodline of the Chaos Demon Ape or the bloodline of the ancestor of Pangu Houyi, first of all, it had to be transformed into his own bloodline, and then he could be transformed and used at will.

We must not allow these bloodlines to surpass our own bloodlines in an instant, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

In fact, there is another reason, Sun Wukong didn't say it, and it's not easy to say, because in the underworld, he calculated that he had a 1 in 10,000 chance of becoming holy in his life, and the opportunity was in the south and west, not in the netherworld.

"It doesn't matter, the Great Sage doesn't want to cooperate with Bendi now, so naturally there are considerations of the Great Sage, but in the future, the Great Sage will also have an urgent need for merit and faith, and the Great Sage will definitely come to Bendi at that time. ”

Emperor Qinghua smiled slightly, nodded to Sun Wukong, and turned to leave.

"See Fighting to Defeat the Buddha. ”

As soon as the Qinghua Emperor walked on the front foot, the Dizang Bodhisattva appeared with the truth and saluted to Sun Wukong, according to the rules of Buddhism, Sun Wukong's identity has been higher than that of Jizo Bodhisattva.

"What advice does Jizo Bodhisattva have?"

For this Buddha's henchman, Sun Wukong has never underestimated, after becoming a quasi-saint, many things have been clear in his heart, you can know the cause and effect, this Tibetan Bodhisattva, when he was making trouble in the underworld, gave himself a lot of indulgence, this cause and effect, in the future, I have to find a chance to return.

The higher the cultivation, the deeper the path, and the more unwilling to be contaminated with cause and effect.

"Before the fight against the Buddha to promote the majesty of my Buddhism, the battle against the Netherworld Ancestor, as the messenger of the Buddha in the underworld, I naturally want to come, and I will listen to the dispatch of the Buddha at any time. ”

Jizo Bodhisattva clasped his hands together and said respectfully.

"Where did the Bodhisattva say, how could I assign the Bodhisattva to do things for me, and I had to bother the Bodhisattva to tell the Buddha that I have always kept the affairs of the Buddha in mind, and everything I am doing now is also for the merits of the Buddha. ”

"The poor monk will convey to the Buddha in the fight"

Sun Wukong nodded, left the Netherworld, and returned to the Eastern Region of Beiju Luzhou.

"Bodhisattva, what does this Monkey King mean?"

Di Ting next to him was a little puzzled.

"Fighting to defeat the Buddha has been in contact with the highest mystery, and at the same time, I also conveyed to the Buddha that what he is doing now is for the sake of Buddhism, Buddhism benefits, and naturally the Buddha also benefits, and he has not forgotten what the Buddha trusted, so our Buddha, in this matter of Beizhou, will fully support the victory over the Buddha. ”

Now Sun Wukong's acting height is no longer the level that he can directly intervene in the Bodhisattva, and the Bodhisattva can't help but feel a little emotional, this is less than a thousand years, the little monkey who dares to make trouble in the underworld with his enthusiasm has now become a real boss, the saint does not come out, and no one competes.

Sun Wukong took three top-grade blood lotuses and returned from the Netherworld Blood Sea to the retreat outside the Burning City, and placed the Absolute Immortal Sword flat on the table.

Taking out the Netherworld Blood Lotus, Sun Wukong opened his mouth and spit out Dou Shengyan, carefully wrapped the blood lotus, and began to refine.

In order to refine the essence of the Blood Lotus to the greatest extent, at this moment, Dou defeated the flame and turned into a hellfire, Netherworld Flame, and slowly smelted the Blood Lotus, and soon after, a crimson energy essence flowed out of the three Netherworld Blood Lotus.

"Go!".

With one finger of one hand, Sun Wukong integrated this energy essence into the Absolute Sword, including the Absolute Immortal Soul in the sword and nourishing it at all times.

A day later, the Absolute Immortal Sword placed on the table suddenly moved, then disappeared, and a figure appeared in the room.