The Bullfighting Palace, as the base camp of Haotian, is naturally heavily guarded.

Especially since there was a monkey breaking into heaven again, the vigilance will only become more stringent.

However, it didn't help.

Regardless of whether the bullfighting palace is heavily guarded or not, it is useless in front of the current monkeys.

He wasn't even interested in caring about those heavenly soldiers, his goal was to go to the highest place of the Bullfighting Palace, the Lingxiao Palace, to have a look.

Lingxiao Palace, he went there once before, as a loser, he accepted the recruitment of Heavenly Court, and accepted the canonization of Haotian in Lingxiao Palace, this time, he wanted to change his identity.

Along the steps, the monkey walked forward step by step, unstoppably.

In the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian silently looked down at the monkey with an expressionless face.

Sweeping away the heavenly soldiers and generals around him, the monkey raised his head and bared his teeth at the Lingxiao Hall above. Although he couldn't see Haotian, he knew that Haotian was looking at him.

Then, the monkey set his eyes on the many immortals standing in his way.

The current monkey, looking at the heavenly court, unless Haotian personally takes action, no one can stop him.

The monkey is very confident in this, and Haotian is also very clear, but these immortals are not clear.

Or, even if they knew, they would stop in front of the monkeys.

The Lord humiliated his ministers to death.

If the monkey is allowed to hit all the way to the Lingxiao Hall and forces Haotian to take action in person, it is equivalent to hitting the faces of all the immortals under Haotian.

Therefore, although the monkeys were fierce, these immortals still stood in front of the monkeys without hesitation.

Jiuyao Xingjun, the Four Heavenly Kings, the Five Qi True Monarchs, the Four Gong Cao, and the Five Dipper Star Monarchs............

One monkey after another, unknown or unknown immortals stood in the way of the monkeys' advance, each of them was at least a powerhouse in the Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, and Da Luo Jin Immortal was also common.

However, from beginning to end, the monkey is a stick.

With one stick, eight people of Jiuyao Xingjun fell, and one person was seriously injured.

One stick, the four-value gong Cao retreats.

With a stick, Wuqi Zhenjun was seriously injured.

With a stick, the four heavenly kings scattered and fled.

Perhaps, in the past, they were immortals who could look down on the monkeys, but for the monkeys now, they were too weak, so weak that the monkeys would not be interested in killing them.

The flames of the Tushi Palace are still burning, and half of the heavenly palace is as bright as a red glow, even on the desolate land.

Everyone was looking at the monkey, the wild, uninhibited, demon-like Monkey King.

With a swing of the stick of Wang Lingguan, who was responsible for guarding the Lingxiao Palace, the monkey raised his head, and the Lingxiao Hall was in front of him.

Haotian didn't know when he had already stood at the gate of the Lingxiao Palace, and was looking at the monkey at this time.

The look in his eyes was like looking at a dead man.

The monkey was also looking at Haotian, the corners of his mouth were grinning, he knew that if he took another step forward and stepped into the range of Lingxiao Palace, this Lord of the Three Realms, the Supreme Lord of Heavenly Court, would personally take action.

After thinking about it, the monkey lifted his foot.

In the air, Ye Xuan smiled faintly: "Although Emperor Ben really wants to continue watching, but now is not the time for a decisive battle." If the Buddha doesn't take action, the matter will be irreparable. Once the monkey stepped into the confines of the Lingxiao Palace, it really didn't die. ”

Beside Ye Xuan, Shakyamuni nodded.

He is in the Heavenly Palace, isn't this the opportunity he is waiting for?

Stretch out your hand and point at the end of the world.

"Who?!" the monkey jerked up and looked up at the sky.

Taking a step, instead of stepping into the Lingxiao Palace, he watched Haotian's expressionless face get farther and farther away.

With the current realm of the monkey, it is natural to see that someone is using spatial magic to block him.

"Amitabha. The poor monk Shakyamuni has seen the benefactor. The donor went to heaven for no reason and made a big fuss in the heavenly palace, and the poor monk couldn't bear to see the donor make mistakes again and again, so he intervened to stop it. You need to know that the sea of suffering is boundless, and the back is the shore, why don't the donor stop there?"

With the faint Buddha name, Shakyamuni, dressed in a gray monk's robe, appeared in front of the monkey.

Looking at the old monk in front of him wearing a simple gray robe, the monkey was slightly stunned. He originally thought that the master of Buddhism, Shakyamuni, was naturally a character as beautiful as Haotian, but he didn't expect this Buddha Lord to look so ordinary.

However, thinking of what Lao Jun said before, the corners of the monkey's mouth couldn't help but sneer: "Lord of Buddhism, Shakyamuni, what kind of thing are you, and you want to take care of my grandson?"

Although the monkey's words were very polite, Shakyamuni did not have the slightest intention of anger.

"The donor has a relationship with my Buddha, and the poor monk naturally can't ignore it. I also hope that the donor will put down the butcher's knife before he can become a Buddha on the ground. ”

The monkey sneered: "Fate? My grandson sees that you are still destined for my grandson, why don't you go to my grandson's water curtain cave, it just so happens that my grandson lacks a little guy to clean the cave, but it is quite suitable for you." ”

Shakyamuni clasped his hands together and said lightly: "If the donor is willing to put down the butcher's knife and take refuge in my Buddha, the poor monk sweeps the floor for the donor, it is not impossible." ”

"Phew! you want to sweep, my grandson is afraid that you won't be able to sweep clean!" With a cold snort, the monkey looked at Shakyamuni, who did not enter the oil and salt, and clenched the golden hoop stick in his hand. He didn't have the heart to talk nonsense anymore.

If what Lao Jun said is true, then he and the Buddha in front of him have no other choice than to fight.

If you win, the world is so big, let it go. If you lose, you can only follow the arrangement of others and take a predestined path.

It's just that he's a Monkey King!

Monkey King will not give in to anyone.

Therefore, although he knew that the old monk in front of him was very strong, he also wanted to give it a try.

After all, isn't it just for this battle to eat those elixirs of Lao Jun desperately?

And looking at the monkey's movements, Shakyamuni naturally understood his thoughts, so he sighed lightly and stopped talking.

He stood quietly in front of the monkey, his eyes closed, and reciting the scriptures silently.

The rosary in his hand rotated one by one, and the gray monk's robe was windless.

Although there was no movement, the monkey felt like he was facing a mountain - not a single flaw.

Gritting his teeth, the monkey moved.

He was afraid that if he didn't move, he would lose the courage to move.

With a loud shout, the monkey jumped up, the flames on his body dragged into a stream of fire behind him, and the golden hoop rod in his hand was raised high, and it smashed down on the head of Shakyamuni without any fancy eyes.

For practitioners who follow the path of sanctification in the flesh, there is never half a fancy battle.

A lot of people are looking at this stick.

Including Ye Xuan.

After Shakyamuni left, he came to the Tushi Palace.

Sitting down cross-legged beside Lao Jun, the flames in the Tushi Palace had no effect on them.

Looking at the monkey that jumped up, Ye Xuan smiled and said, "Uncle Master, do you think this monkey head has a chance to escape from Xiao Duobao's hands today?"

Although Ye Xuan would not call it that way, whether in front of outsiders or in front of Sakyamuni, but in front of Sanqing, he still preferred to call Duobao rather than Sakyamuni or the Buddha.

Hearing Ye Xuan say this, Lao Jun didn't even open his eyes: "If Lao Dao didn't think this monkey had a chance before Duobao didn't make a move, but after Duobao made a move, Lao Dao I felt that this monkey was going to be planted here today." I didn't expect Duobao's child to have improved so much over the years. For Ye Xuan to say that the monkey escaped from Duobao's hands, not the probability of defeating Duobao, Lao Jun did not have any objection - because they all knew that it was impossible for the current monkey to defeat Duobao, and there was no chance at all.

Hearing this, Ye Xuan nodded as expected: "Yes, the disciple thinks so too." Should it be said that it is worthy of being the master of a sect with good luck? In addition, this is a calamity that belongs to the Buddhist sect, and the progress of Xiao Duobao is really a bit amazing. This monkey is a little unlucky. ”

After a pause, Ye Xuan smiled again: "But it doesn't hurt, although the monkey can't turn over any wind and waves now, but when Zixia wakes up after the day, and the monkey can give full play to the power of the Mixed Yuan Golden Pill, I think he will give everyone a surprise, right? ”

Lao Jun did not speak.

And in front of the Lingxiao Palace, in the face of the monkey's unfancy blow, Shakyamuni finally made a move.

With a slight sigh, Shakyamuni raised a hand and stretched out a finger to block the golden hoop stick.

"Why is the donor obsessed?"

The monkey did not speak, or rather, he did not have the kung fu to speak.

The golden hoop stick smashed on Shakyamuni's fingertips, and this vigorous stick actually stopped here, no matter how hard the monkey increased, it was difficult to take a step forward, not only that, but in such a stalemate, the monkey felt a huge shock force from the golden hoop stick in his hand all the time, and that feeling was as if something was exploding under the golden hoop stick.

This scene fell in the eyes of many people, Haotian, Ye Xuan, Lao Jun, and other powerful people who secretly watched this scene.

or jealous, or amazed, or gratified, all kinds of reactions, all the same.

The monkeys may not understand why their all-out blow was blocked like this, but they can see the mystery.

In Shakyamuni's fingers, at every moment, countless small worlds were born, and then destroyed under the unparalleled power of the golden hoop stick.

And every time a world is destroyed, the power of the golden hoop rod will be offset by the power generated by the explosion of the world, and at the same time, the force of the world explosion will also be reverberated through the golden hoop rod to the monkey's arms holding the golden hoop stick.

In this way, with the birth of small worlds and the destruction of small worlds, the monkey's full blow, but it was difficult to play any role.

Shaking his head slightly, Ye Xuan sighed lightly: "One sand and one world, one leaf and one Bodhi." One thought and the world is born, and one thought is the world destroyed. Xiao Duobao's hand-held space technique is the pinnacle of the end. But this monkey is going to suffer. ”

That's right.

With the passage of time, the stalemate of the situation was not able to hold on first.

At every moment, the power of world destruction reverberated into his body along the golden hoop rod, and even if he was like a black iron, it was unbearable.

Moreover, under this blow, he finally understood the gap between himself and Shakyamuni.

Worlds apart.

Even though he is no longer the monkey he was at the beginning, even though his demonic power is now rare in the world, he can't help but admit that he is far from being Shakyamuni's opponent.

Pulling back, the monkey jumped to his feet without hesitation.

The somersault cloud responded, and the monkey rose into the sky.

Shakyamuni shook his head lightly: "The sea of bitterness is boundless, and turning back is the shore." Why is this a problem? ”

The monkey did not respond.

That's when the fool turns back.

The wind was whistling in his ears, the scenery was fleeting, and he had already pushed the speed to the extreme.

He didn't know how fast Shakyamuni was, so he could only do his best.

However, soon, the monkey found that Shakyamuni was standing still and did not move.

Yes, there was no movement.

The hand that had been holding the rod had been withdrawn, and he stood there silently, turning the rosary as before, and reciting the scriptures silently.

The monkey breathed a sigh of relief, but the next moment his heart was vigilant - why, could he still sense him?

I've been flying at all my strength for so long, it stands to reason that that old monk should have been out of the range of his divine sense!

Realizing this, the monkey stopped the somersault cloud and turned back stiffly, only to find that the old monk was still standing there.

Not far, not close, exactly the distance at the beginning.

The monkey looked around, and the flames were red in the distance.

It was the fire of Tushi Palace.

He was still in front of the Lingxiao Palace.

Shakyamuni finally opened his eyes.

He looked at the monkey lightly, and said in a flat tone: "Donor, let's go with the poor monk." You have a relationship with my Buddhism, and this is something that cannot be changed. ”

Looking at Shakyamuni, who had a flat face and no expression, the monkey gritted his teeth and finally spit out only two words.

"Delusional!"

The monkey raised his golden rod.

Since you can't escape, you can only fight.

I know I can't beat it, but I still have to fight.

Even if you are desperate, you have to fight.

Shakyamuni shook his head, and then, finally, for the first time, he made a real shot.

He held out a hand.

Endless rays of light converged behind Shakyamuni, forming a Buddha who stood up to the sky and the earth, shining brightly.

The Buddha also stretched out a hand.

Shakyamuni backhanded, pressed down.

Buddha backhand, press down.

Shakyamuni had nothing under his palm, and if there was, there was only a mote of dust.

Under the palm of the Buddha is a monkey, but compared to the big Buddha who stands on the ground, the monkey is just a speck of dust.

The monkey roared wildly, and the golden hoop stick in his hand turned into a thousand feet in size and hit the Buddha palm above his head.

From beginning to end, the speed of the Buddha's palm has always remained the same and slowly falls.

Fall.

Fall.

From the top of the Nine Heavens, it fell all the way to the desolate land, and finally landed at the junction of Dongsheng Shenzhou and Xiniuhe Continent.

Smooth and palpitating, without half a minute of ups and downs.

It's as if it's not the fierce Monkey King who is resisting below, but just an insignificant piece of dust.

After doing all this, Shakyamuni turned around and looked at Haotian outside the Lingxiao Palace, and the big Buddha behind him disappeared, as if it had never appeared.