"Dang Dang Dang!" a leisurely bell rang on a plateau.

This is the northernmost part of Beiju Luzhou, the world full of temples, in the meditation room in one of the most inconspicuous small temples on the plateau, a monkey with blond hair slowly opened his eyes, and there was a trace of trance in his eyes.

"Five hundred years? Hehe, so fast!" the monkey was bound to a huge golden stone pillar with his hands and feet, and perhaps his movements caused the wounds on his hands and feet, and wisps of bright red blood slowly flowed out of the wounds.

However, behind him, on the golden stone pillar, there was a light flickering slightly, and wisps of blood gradually penetrated into it, and the light flashed and disappeared.

The monkey watched as the blood he flowed out of it sank into the stone pillar, and suddenly grinned nervously, and a pair of fangs in his mouth were exposed, and he suddenly looked a little hideous.

At this moment, the door of the meditation room creaked open, and a monk walked in: "Amitabha, macaque king, I haven't seen you for five hundred years, are you okay?"

Of course, I'm very good, it's been five hundred years, and I've heard the bell five hundred times a year, and I thought I'd have to listen to it again, but I didn't expect you to come!

"Amitabha, the poor monk of the Macaque King knows that you hate me, and it was indeed me who imprisoned you here five hundred years ago, but there must be a reason for it, presumably you don't know that your sworn brother, the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, one of the four great spirit monkeys, the Lingming Stone Monkey Sun Wukong, was also suppressed for five hundred years!"

The Macaque King was stunned for a moment, his whole body suddenly struggled violently, and he opened his mouth and roared: "This is impossible, how could the seventh brother be caught by you, he is a natural fighting holy ape, no one can catch him!"

The monk shook his head: "Whether you believe it or not, this is a fact. ”

The blood on the limbs of the Macaque King kept flowing out, but he didn't see it, and a pair of eyes stared at the monk: "You didn't come today just to tell me about the failure of the seventh brother, right?"

"Of course, your five hundred years of calamity have arrived, and the poor monk is here today to give you a transformation!" the Great Trend Bodhisattva smiled and stretched out his palm, a drop of golden blood slowly circulating in his palm, constantly changing various shapes.

The macaque king was stunned for a moment, and when he saw this drop of blood, his whole body began to tremble slightly, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily: "What is this?"

"Do you know why you still have to ask the poor monk!" With a strange smile on the face of the Great Trend Bodhisattva, his palms suddenly closed, and suddenly the breath of blood from before disappeared again!

"No, give it to me!" the Macaque King looked like crazy, struggling incessantly, and roared towards the Great Trend Bodhisattva!

"Of course the poor monk can give it to you, but the poor monk also has to ask, are you really sure you want it?"

The Macaque King's struggling body suddenly stopped, the violent shaking just now consumed too much of his strength, and he kept panting at the moment, but his eyes were still staring at the hand that was holding the golden blood droplets!

"The poor monk is waiting outside the door, when do you figure out that you can call the poor monk in!" The Great Trend Bodhisattva glanced at the Macaque King, shook his head, and turned around and walked outside.

"Wait, let me ask you, how much blood do you have?" asked the Macaque King, still panting.

The general trend suddenly clasped his hands and laughed.

"Amitabha!" With the monk's Buddha call, the entire meditation room, and even the entire small temple outside instantly collapsed with a loud bang, and a golden altar on top of the ruins was slowly revealed, with a golden light looming.

Just below the golden stone pillar that bound the Macaque King, in the center of the altar, a monkey with golden hair sat cross-legged, with a terrifying aura emanating from its body, but it was no longer alive.

The pupils of the macaque king's eyes narrowed, for he had seen the six ears on the monkey's head.

"You killed him?" the Macaque King jerked his head up, his eyes glowing dangerously.

"Amitabha, the poor monk is a monk, how could he commit this murder, this is what my Buddha found 30,000 years ago, and he was already like this at that time!"

The Macaque King's eyes flashed with endless longing, if there was anyone in the world who was most eager for the power of the six-eared macaque's bloodline, it would undoubtedly be him, because he already had a trace of six-eared bloodline in his body, but it was very thin!

"Then let's get started!" the Macaque King licked his lips, revealing a pair of fangs, his eyes staring at the six-eared macaque's corpse and making it difficult to move!

"This is my Buddhist lock, if you really agree, then you have to bring it willingly!" The general trend shook violently, and a golden light flew out and fell directly on the head of the macaque king, the macaque king struggled slightly, and finally couldn't resist the temptation of the bloodline of the four great monkeys of the six-eared macaque, and closed his eyes suddenly.

The lock core flickered with dazzling golden light, and instantly set itself on the head of the Macaque King as if it had taken root.

"Amitabha!" The general trend recited the Buddha's name, and the figure instantly turned into a little golden light and disappeared.

At the same time, the golden stone pillar that bound the macaque king suddenly emitted a dazzling golden light, as if melting, and little by little it merged into the macaque king's body.

The wounds on the Macaque King's hands and feet gradually closed, and finally disappeared completely, and at the same time, the momentum of his whole body began to gradually rise, and in the blink of an eye, he had a earth-shaking power.

"Boom!" The stone pillar behind him instantly split apart, and a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded in the center of the altar.

The figure of the macaque king was slowly revealed, and he trembled and stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the body of the six-eared macaque that had long been lifeless, but before he could touch it, he suddenly retracted it like an electric shock!

At this moment, above the sky, dark clouds gradually condensed slowly, the oppression of Tianwei became more and more obvious, and the lightning wrapped in the rumbling thunder was getting lower and lower.

The Macaque King raised his head abruptly and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, his eyes suddenly boiling with war, he knew that his Fifth Heavenly Tribulation was finally coming.

"Is this a celebration? a celebration that I'm about to be reborn?" muttered the Macaque King, suddenly cracking his mouth and laughing silently.

"Come on, from now on, there will be no ventilated Great Sage Macaque King, only six-eared macaques!"

"Boom!" a golden light suddenly rushed into the sky, colliding with the endless thick lead cloud!

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