The gilded hand and the golden hoop rod collided together, and the sky and the earth were full of dazzling golden light.

The light of the Buddha collided with the spiritual power, tore and killed, and annihilated.

The night is torn apart, and the rain is evaporated.

The world seemed to be quiet.

Only the golden Buddha's big hand and the golden hoop stick remained, wrestling with each other.

"In more than one hundred and thirty years, you can cultivate to such a realm, there are really few people in these three realms who can match you, it's a pity, it's a pity......"

Under the light of the Buddha, the middle-aged monk looked at ease.

The monkey's eyebrows froze, this monk actually knew his origin, but after thinking about it, the monkey could probably guess who this monk was, and he was relieved.

The middle-aged monk seemed to see through the monkey's thoughts, and said indifferently: "Everything in this world, past, present, and future, the poor monk knows everything. ”

"Hey, so what!"

The monkey was rebellious.

With a loud shout, a mysterious, pure power poured out of his body, overwhelming the mountains and seas.

The middle-aged monk's face changed suddenly.

"This is not the heart of the Dao, nor is it the power of the mortal mind, this is the ......"

That power exploded in an instant, and it was incredibly powerful. The golden Buddha's big hand suddenly couldn't bear to crack inch by inch, and with a "......" sound, it was shattered.

The golden hoop stick is like a bamboo, and after smashing the golden Buddha's big hand in one go, it continues to move forward, and its power is undiminished.

The golden hoop stick carried the mountain shadow heavily and hit the head of the golden Buddha.

"Click......

The forehead of the golden-bodied Buddha crawled out of a crack from the Yin Hall to the center of the eyebrows.

"This is the power of the 'heart'!"

The middle-aged monk took a step back and lost his voice.

"Get out of here!"

The monkey roared viciously and swept with a stick.

"You monkey!

The middle-aged monk suddenly glared angrily.

"Buzz ......"

The Golden Buddha opened his eyes.

The void seemed to be gone.

A terrifying aura poured out from the golden Buddha's slowly open eyes, instantly filling the heavens and the earth.

The clouds in the sky were scattered, the rain stopped, and the thunder receded. Countless creatures on the ground prostrate on the ground, trembling and wailing.

The Big Buddha opened his eyes completely.

There was nothing in his eyes at first, like the initial chaos of the universe. Then a "swastika" character imprint appeared in the empty eyes on one side, and the more condensed and solid, countless golden lights bloomed from the sigil and shot through the hundreds of millions of firmaments.

The monkey's pupils shrank suddenly, and the blinding golden light made his vision tingle blank.

Then, a vast force pressed down on him.

It's like the whole world is pressed down on him, brilliant and powerful, irresistible.

At this moment, if someone stands in the distance and observes, they can see a huge sun-like "swastika" character print thrown from the eyes of the big Buddha, pressing towards a black dot like an ant.

"Qiang ......"

Like a grasshopper shaking a tree, the "swastika" charm is motionless, the golden hoop stick is shaken back at the touch of the hand, and the monkey's body flies out like a piece of paper.

"Bang!"

A bowl-shaped pit was smashed into the ground, and the monkey lying in the center vomited a few mouthfuls of freshness, and its body was like a burst of porcelain, crawling out of cracks one after another, and covering its whole body like a spider's web.

With just one blow, it destroyed the monkey's body, which was-

The power of the mixed element is free!

The monkey gritted its teeth and cracked its tongue, desperately trying to keep itself awake.

He can't just throw in the towel!

Never!

He frantically mobilized his spiritual power, trying to repair his body. However, the surging spiritual power runs in the body, and the damaged body is not only not nourished and repaired, but instead increases the burden on the body and accelerates the collapse of the body.

The monkey was unwilling to mobilize the "power of the heart", and the power of the heart flowed through the body like a stream of fire.

Useful!

Wherever the power of the heart flowed, the body stopped collapsing.

It's just that it's too late to fix it for a while.

The monkey wiped and controlled his body and tried to stand up, but found that his body did not obey the call at all, and he did not even have the strength to move.

"Haha, the stone monkey has a 'heart', no wonder he has comprehended the 'power of the heart'!"

The middle-aged monk showed a hint of mercy in his eyes, and drove the golden-bodied Buddha to stretch out his remaining big hand and grab the monkey in the deep pit.

"Still, it's a pity...... For the slightest opportunity for sanctification, the poor monk can't care about anything, no matter how big the cause and effect, he can resist!"

"Dumb, dumb ......"

Yan Xiaowu touched the monkey's side, and when he reached the edge of the pit, his body was planted and he rolled down.

"Don't come here!"

Seeing the golden Buddha's big hand reaching out, the monkey's eyes cracked.