Chapter 12: The cold-eyed Tang monk ridiculed the Buddha

Wukong stood up, looking coldly at the steel ring hovering in the void and shining with golden light, the monkey teeth were biting, and hatred came from his heart!

I think that back then, when he was making trouble in the Heavenly Palace, he was hit by this magic weapon if he was not careful. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Unexpectedly, now I have been recruited again.

Yikes!

At this moment, not far from him, the space was slightly turbulent, and a huge nail rake suddenly appeared from the void, mixed with a gust of wind from his side silently, like a hellish ghost!

"Phew!"

Undeterred, Wukong turned around with a stick and slammed it on the tip of the nail rake.

Boom!

The stick rake struck each other violently, and with one touch, they were separated, splashing a spark on the ground.

It's Bajie, the power is not particularly strong, obviously, Bajie didn't go all out.

Bajie's shot missed, and his body immediately exploded back a hundred meters away. He stood in the distance, his eyes purring a few times, and a pair of big ears were windless.

"Shameless!" Wukong disdained in his heart.

Airplanes!

In a faint surge of air, a black and shiny demon scepter, carrying a rain of wind and wind, slashed at Wukong's shoulder and abdomen from an unexpected direction.

It's a sand monk!

Wukong didn't even think about it, his body flipped in the air, and the stick in his hand stirred the mountain-like stick flower, and with a bang, the blade of the demon slaying staff and axe slashed diagonally in the middle.

Rumble!

Another spark burst between heaven and earth, and a large cloud was opened.

As soon as the sand monk collected the demon scepter, just like the eight precepts, he couldn't hit it well, quickly retreated, and disappeared among the clouds with a loud sound, never appearing again.

Wukong flipped the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick with his hand, supported his crumbling body with the tip of the stick, gritted his teeth, and quickly pulled out the god-killing dagger with his left hand, while forcibly sealing the qi and blood around the wound.

"Shhh

As the god-killing was pulled out, the aura in the body poured wildly, and the entire body seemed to have turned into a broken leather pocket.

He immediately opened his mouth, opened all the pores and air pockets in his body, and frantically absorbed the spiritual energy of the four directions of heaven and earth, and quickly transformed it into his own spiritual power.

Because in the world of cultivating immortals, they all use spiritual power to fight, and the stronger the spiritual power, the stronger the mana.

And now, the spiritual power in his body is rapidly detaching from his body, and now he is too seriously injured and too weak.

This god-killing not only destroys his physical body, but also frantically absorbs and destroys his spiritual power, and even the primordial god, the current situation is really terrible!

During this period, he tried to use the Stone Monkey Origin to repair the wound, but it didn't have any effect.

This surprised him!

Although he is not as old as killing gods, he has long possessed a body that is invulnerable to swords and guns, stainless steel, and his soul is even more powerful and unshakable.

Wukong stretched out his arms and looked up at the sky, feeling crisis and helplessness in his heart for the first time.

"Aha... ！”

"Giggles... ！”

In the clouds, there was a sudden burst of seductive silver laughter and a slightly vulgar maniacal laughter.

"Huh?"

Goku looked up slightly confused.

Then he saw the unbelievable scene.

In the clouds, Tang Seng hugged two bewitching women left and right, and was leisurely up and down his hands, fluttering towards him.

"Damn Tang Sanzang, why aren't you dead yet?" Wukong was surprised.

Because, he had already used his fiery eyes to carefully investigate before, and it was Tang Seng's body that was smashed to pieces by his own stick, even if the soul escaped, where did he come from the flesh shell?"

"How could this be?"

"Hehe, you ignorant hairy monkey, you are too underestimated as a teacher!"

Tang Seng kept moving in his hands, glanced at Wukong, and said with disdain: "I am now a Buddha of Zhantan merit under one person in the Buddha realm and above ten thousand people, and I already have an immortal body, what you broke just now is just one of my three physical bodies, although it hurts my origin, but in order to deceive your fiery eyes, this loss is still worth it!"

"Yes, little beauty!" he said, raising his hand to caress the face of a strange woman, and said with a wistful look in his eyes.

"Well, Buddha, are you so powerful?" said the woman softly.

"Buddha, I have more powerful ones! Tang Seng laughed proudly for a while.

Yikes!

Wukong suddenly came to his senses.

The current Tang Sanzang is no longer the weak monk who needed his protection everywhere five hundred years ago, he is now the same as him, a Zhantan meritorious Buddha with supreme mana! Moreover, it is said that with the help of Rulai, he has also cultivated three immortal bodies, which are not ordinary spirit bodies, as long as one physical body is immortal and the primordial spirit is still there, he can be resurrected again!

Wukong slapped his head suddenly, he was really careless! Too impulsive! He forgot about it.

But he still felt incredible, the monkey's eyes rolled, and he asked with a look of disgust: "You bald donkey, on the way to learn the scriptures, you have met women several times to throw you into your arms and hug, and you have no distractions, and you don't have any distractions, why are you coveting women now?"

"Hahaha... Tang Seng laughed uncontrollably, "Back then, I was an ordinary monk who studied scriptures, and I really had no distracting thoughts, sat still, and was stupid and stupid; but now, I have already made a complete merit and become a Buddha on the ground! Buddha also, self-cultivation is just that, the so-called Buddha sits in the heart, wine and meat pass through the intestines, as long as my heart is to the Buddha, what is the wine and meat, and women?"

"Moreover, I am a Buddha, so why do I need to cultivate Buddha again?" As he spoke, Tang Seng's right hand grabbed the full chest of the bewitching woman beside him, causing the woman to giggle, and her expression was very enjoyable.

Goku sighed softly and closed his eyes weakly.

I can't bear to witness this!

I have walked around too little over the years, sleeping in the mountains every day, and in the past five hundred years, the changes in personnel and everything are really great! Even Tang Sanzang, the most serious and non-hypocritical in the three worlds of heaven, earth and man, is greedy for women.

This... What kind of world it is!

But when I think about it, this Tang monk has learned to kill, and he is so despicable and plotting against himself, what is the matter of coveting women?

He flicked the wishful golden hoop stick, and said angrily: "Five hundred years ago, I believed in the West Heaven Rulai, to ensure that you traveled west to learn scriptures, and along the way it was also regarded as a great achievement, five hundred years later, I have no quarrel with the world, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha every day, but why did you even abandon the former friendship between master and apprentice, and actually designed this to frame me?"

"Hehe, Wukong, oh no, it should be better to call you a six-eared macaque now!" The Tang monk frowned and said: "It seems that you are still as simple and stupid as you were back then, but you don't know that the world is impermanent, people's hearts are sinister, and the heavenly realm is not?"

Goku was unmoved, listening quietly.

"Blame ... You can only blame yourself, six-eared macaque!" Speaking of this, Tang Seng suddenly turned his head and shouted, "If you don't do it yet, when will you wait?"

Goku's heart immediately sank.

"This bald donkey, as expected, is stalling for time, but now... ”

He stood in the void, and for a moment, he was furious and hateful.

After a hard battle, he is now scarred all over his body, and it can be said that he is seriously injured and dying.

However, who knew that the wound in his heart was even more serious at this time? Because he did not expect that his former master, the two junior disciples who had shared hardships and hardships, would also deal with him in this way.

This made his heart cut like a knife, and he felt powerless and confused.

What is the fate?

Where is the road?

In the blink of an eye, he had fallen into a confused, helpless deadlock.

But...

Step by step, the pace of death is approaching.

The gates of hell are like the mouths of greedy beasts in the darkness, terrifying, eerie, and full of evil and endless killing intent.

At this moment, in the inky cloud above his head, a huge lightning bolt crackled and slashed overhead, illuminating the sky and harvesting life, like a cold scythe of death.