The monkey grabbed the golden hoop stick in one hand and Yan Xiaowu in the other, allowing the hurricane to suck itself into the black hole.

The Heavenly Dao Black Hole rotated more rapidly and fiercely, with greater suction, like a fierce beast, eager to swallow the two people who rolled in.

The monkey glanced at the middle-aged monk and plunged headlong into the black hole without hesitation.

He wrote down this hatred.

"You, you, yet, no, can, go......"

The middle-aged monk's voice sounded in front of the monkey, intermittently, sounding unusually weak.

With the voice of the middle-aged monk sounding, the heavens and the earth suddenly fell silent.

The hurricane is gone, and the suction is gone.

The monkey was weightless and fell in mid-air.

"Ah~"

Yan Xiaowu exclaimed in panic. In a hurry, the monkey flipped over in the air with Yan Xiaowu in his arms.

"Bang!"

The monkey made a muffled thud and landed on his back, as if his newly repaired body was about to fall apart.

"You, you, yet, no, can, go......"

The middle-aged monk repeated word for word.

The monkey grinned in pain and crawled up, Yan Xiaowu supported the monkey, and was so distressed that she burst into tears.

The monkey looked up at the sound.

The golden-bodied Buddha who had lost his arms moved his position and blocked the entrance of the Heavenly Dao Black Hole with his huge body.

Behind the Big Buddha, there was a thunderous roar from the black hole. The Giant Buddha couldn't help but tremble, and cracks climbed up the body of the Giant Buddha, turning from thin to thick, from sparse to dense.

The golden-bodied Buddha, who can't even be hurt by the golden hoop stick, is like a piece of porcelain that can't withstand the strong pressure and keeps cracking, as if it is about to collapse at any time.

The middle-aged monk hung in front of the golden Buddha, the moon-white monk's robe was unwinded, his expression was solemn, and he recited the scriptures in a low voice, and the Sanskrit sound was connected.

Only then did the monkey notice that the middle-aged monk's wide and white sleeves were empty and without arms.

The monkey was in a trance, the middle-aged monk and the golden-bodied Buddha were one, with the same qi and branches, one was prosperous and one was lost.

"Bald donkey, you don't want to die!"

Bodhi took a step forward and yelled at the middle-aged monk, his expression a little worried.

The middle-aged monk smiled faintly, he ignored Bodhi and looked at the two on the other side.

"The poor monk is defeated, there should be no way to keep you, but she ......"

"She, you can't stay!"

The monkey interrupted, protecting Yan Xiaowu behind him.

"No, the poor monk never forced her, not before, and not now. ”

The middle-aged monk shook his body, and the golden-bodied Buddha behind him began to shake violently, and the cracks all over the place overflowed with Buddha's power like flowing gold, giving people a kind of depression that the building was about to fall.

"Then get out of here!"

The monkeys did not dare to let their guard down.

"Bald donkey, why are you doing this?"

Bodhi interjected.

"Poor monk, poor monk really wants to accept the little benefactor as a disciple. The middle-aged monk said.

"You can take it if you want, who will be your disciple?!" the monkey sneered.

"Are you serious?" Bodhi asked after a pause.

"Of course. ”

The middle-aged monk said, the power of the Buddha and the law around his body began to be uncontrollable, overflowing with disorder, and his body was also shaking.

It looks like it's going to be unbearable.

"Don't be in a hurry to call the shots for her, won't you ask her what she thinks?"

The monkey was stunned for a moment, and suddenly hesitated.

"Then the poor monk come and ask. ”

The middle-aged monk said: "Little benefactor of cigarettes, the poor monk wants to ask you if it is possible?"

Yan Xiaowu's expression was a little evasive, and she said in a low voice: "You ask." ”

"Have you really thought about it?"

The middle-aged monk asked persistently:

"To go or to stay?"

"I~"

Yan Xiaowu was about to open her mouth to refuse, but somehow, she hesitated when the words came to her mouth.

"Little donor Yan, you can think about it quickly, the poor monk won't last long. The middle-aged monk staggered and clutched his chest. Maybe he didn't know what the pain was, he looked miserable, but his face was calm and indifferent.

"What's there to think about! He won't get out of the way, I'll just kill it. ”

Seeing Yan Xiaowu's hesitation, the monkey panicked inexplicably, he grabbed Yan Xiaowu's hand, carried the golden hoop stick, and walked towards the Golden Buddha.

"Dumb ......"

Yan Xiaowu suddenly spoke.

"Don't listen to his bewitchment, what's so good about being a monk!" Before Yan Xiaowu finished speaking, the monkey roared, not giving Yan Xiaowu a chance to continue speaking, and jumped up with a golden hoop stick.

"Get out of here!"

The monkey was full of hideousness, and smashed the heart of the golden Buddha with a stick.

"Boom ......"

Before the golden hoop stick was approaching, the golden body of the Buddha suddenly roared, and the huge body disintegrated and shattered.

The middle-aged monk's body tilted and fell from the sky.

The Jiupin Lotus Platform contracted sharply, turned into a streamer, and caught the middle-aged monk.

"Woo......"

The black hole suction returns.

The wind rises, and the sand and rocks fly.

Countless fragments of the golden body of different sizes were devoured in the blink of an eye.

The monkey is at the entrance of the cave, and as soon as the suction force arrives, its body is swept away like a fallen leaf.

"Let's go. ”

The monkey hugged Yan Xiaowu tightly.

avoided Yan Xiaowu's "gaze" and didn't dare to look at her.

Hurricanes howling.

The two of them are like birds and swallows returning to their nests and throwing themselves into a black hole.

"Alas......"

Suddenly, a sigh.

I saw that an arm-thick Aoki passed through the hurricane like lightning, like a crazy vine, and wrapped around Yan Xiaowu's waist with great speed.

Aoki shrank and swept Yan Xiaowu away from the monkey's arms.

When the monkey reacted, he hurriedly reached out to grab it, but only grabbed the tips of Yan Xiaowu's index finger and middle finger.

"Ancestor, what are you doing?"

The monkey's eyes cracked.