The entire huge ginseng fruit tree suddenly emitted a monstrous green light, and in the blink of an eye, the tree body was restored to its original state again, and countless cyan leaves on the ginseng fruit tree fell, but in an instant, the entire Wanshou Mountain seemed to have a rain of leaves!

And these leaves are very magical, when they fall to the ground, they disappear without a trace, as if they are integrated into the mountains.

Tang Seng raised his head and stretched out his hand to catch a leaf, looked at the ginseng fruit leaves that had turned into blue light and disappeared with a sad face, and glanced at the ginseng fruit tree on the mountain that was still trembling: "Do you hear that?

Zhu Bajie next to him squatted on the ground leaning against a big stone, looking a little trembling, and couldn't help but be stunned when he heard Tang Seng's words: "Master, you are confused, this is just a tree, how can there be a crying sound!"

Tang Seng shook his head, also sat down cross-legged, and began to recite the Buddhist Heart Sutra, he knew that this might be useless, but now he couldn't do anything but this!

"Brother Monkey, don't be like this, wake up, I know this is not your intention!" Wang Hu's body flashed in front of Sun Wukong, and his voice was mixed with the sound of a tiger roaring in Sun Wukong's ears!

Sun Wukong paused, his mouth open, his mouth full of fangs exposed, and the golden hoop rod roared down towards Wang Hu, but it stopped an inch away from his head!

At this moment, his body is constantly struggling, and his consciousness is also constantly struggling! It's just that the golden hoop light on his head is flickering more and more.

Wang Hu's scalp was numb in an instant, and the buzzing sound of the golden hoop stick exploded above his head, he felt that he had never been so close to death, but his eyes were still firm when he looked at Sun Wukong: "Brother Monkey, have you forgotten who I am? Have you forgotten who you are? You are the Monkey King of the Demon Clan, the King of the Lawless Demon Clan, you once told me that even if it is the Heavenly Dao, even if it is a saint, you don't want you to give in, what's wrong now? Is it just a golden hoop that you just give in like this, and are you willing to become a puppet of Buddhism?" ”

Wang Hu's voice was like a hammer hitting Sun Wukong's heart, making his eyes more and more hesitant, and even the golden hoop stick was raised a little!

"Who is this?Why did it have such a great influence on Sun Wukong, but we had never noticed him before" Above the thirty-two layers of heaven, the voice of the Tongtian Sect Master was as cold as ice, and he turned his head to stare at Zhen Yuanzi and asked!

"It's the black tiger who sang with Sun Wukong at the foot of the Five Elements Mountain!" Yuan Shi Tianzun, who had been closing his eyes and recuperating next to him, opened his eyes and looked at Zhen Yuanzi: "Brother Dao should have hidden everything about this black tiger and Sun Wukong before, if it weren't for being so close to Sun Wukong, it would be impossible for us not to notice him for the first time!"

"Who is he?" The Bodhisattva of the Earth King in the Supreme Hall opened his eyes again and asked, at this moment, nearly one-third of the incense has been burned, if these three incense sticks are exhausted Sun Wukong has not killed the ginseng fruit tree Holy Spirit, then not only can he not explain to the heavenly court, but Sun Wukong will not leave the shadow of Buddhism in his heart, which will have an indelible impact on their entire journey to the west!

"Don't care about him first, it's important to kill the ginseng fruit and the Holy Spirit!" Guanyin Bodhisattva next to him slowly spoke, several people nodded solemnly, and suddenly a grand Buddha sound sounded in the Supreme Hall, and the eight Bodhisattvas spit out a round Buddhist relic in their mouths at the same time, and the eight relics rotated quickly around the burning incense.

The burning incense burned nearly a third in an instant, and a rich golden Buddha light disappeared straight into the sky, and at the same time, the struggle in Sun Wukong's eyes on Wanshou Mountain disappeared again, and his body transformed into a golden light, leaving Wang Hu and rushing towards the huge ginseng fruit tree!

"Boom, boom!" In the blink of an eye, the entire Wanshou Mountain began to shake, and the ginseng fruit tree trembled more and more, and every time the stick fell, most of the tree body was directly destroyed, and as the large leaves fell, the ginseng fruit was restored to its original state in an instant, and then it was destroyed again in the blink of an eye!

"Almost!" The voice of the Jizo King Bodhisattva came softly, and a trace of golden blood slowly left at the corner of his mouth while he opened his mouth to speak, and the remaining few people all nodded, and the magic trick in the hands of the eight people changed suddenly, and the afterimages were intertwined, and the Buddha in the entire Supreme Hall suddenly rose in an instant.

Sun Wukong, who was frantically wielding the golden hoop stick, was stunned, and the next moment the golden hoop stick in his hand suddenly stretched out, and a stick smashed towards the ground, and the roots and leaves of countless ginseng fruit trees along the way were broken off like a devastating and decaying one.

"Boom!" the golden hoop rod directly hit the baby-like cyan light that was protected by the roots of the tree, which was the spirit of the sacred tree that the ginseng fruit tree had nurtured for countless thousands of years!

The Holy Spirit let out a loud cry like a baby, but after only that, it exploded into countless blue lights and dissipated between heaven and earth!

"Give it to me!" Sun Wukong roared angrily, the golden hoop stick in his hand was lifted violently, and the entire huge ginseng fruit tree was directly uprooted, and the entire Wuzhuang Temple fell apart in an instant, and even Wanshou Mountain collapsed directly!

Countless leaves fell in the sky, and the whole sky was silent except for the sound of leaves falling and fluttering.

Tang Seng raised his head, a line of tears slowly fell, Zhu Bajie hugged a big stone next to him, raised his sleeve and wiped his tears: "What's wrong with me, old pig, why do you suddenly feel so sad!"

Suddenly it rained in the sky, but this rain was different from the past, it was a bloody rain like blood, as if the whole heaven and earth were grieving for the ginseng fruit tree and the Holy Spirit who had died completely before he was born!

"Blood rain falls from the sky, and all things are sad together!It seems that the Holy Spirit born from the ginseng fruit has really fallen!" Yuan Shi Tianzun sighed and slowly opened his eyes!

Zhen Yuanzi next to him had dark eyes, no joy or sorrow on his face, but he was still staring at the ginseng fruit tree below that had been uprooted!

"It's over!" Lingji Bodhisattva gently wiped a trace of golden blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the last less than one-third of Burning Incense, and was afraid for a while: "This time, they have all gambled on their own cultivation! If they fail, it will be an unbearable catastrophe for the eight of them!"

"Brother Monkey, wake up, you are the Monkey King! Wake up!" Wang Hu didn't care about anything else at the moment, and fell in front of Sun Wukong, wiping away the blood-colored rain mixed with tears on his face, and constantly shaking Sun Wukong who was standing like a puppet!

Suddenly, at the same time that everyone breathed a sigh of relief, there was a sudden change of blue light on the ginseng fruit tree, and the huge tree body slowly stood up again, and at the same time, there was a sudden thunderous rumbling sound in the depths of the sky, and the next moment, countless thunderbolts accompanied by a violent storm and rain pressed down towards Wuzhuang Guan!

The immeasurable calamity actually came directly at this time!

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