Looking at the hesitant Monkey King, Zhou Bai couldn't help but think back to the 'Truman's world' he had seen in his previous life, and Sun Wukong's life was like performing a farce that had already been rehearsed.

Countless group performances and supporting roles laughed and exchanged with Sun Wukong on stage, but they hid in the shadows and laughed quietly.

Looking up at the blue sky, I wonder if the sage Nuwa, who is the 'mother' of the stone monkey, is also paying attention to this pathetic monkey.

As the trembling fingers slowly stretched out, the sound of warning in Zhihai became louder and louder, and the muffled thunder accompanying the sound made Sun Wukong's heart tremble.

Some people choose to run away or give up when faced with fear.

There are also people who will go head-on and hit their heads and break the bloodstream.

Before he was completely tamed, the pain and fear could stimulate the unquenched flame in Sun Wukong's heart, and the endless coercion shackled his sea of consciousness, but for some reason he did not control his physical body.

His golden eyes were bloodshot, and his plush cheeks were flushed.

Zhou Bai stood solemnly, his palms were flat, and he did not stretch out his hand or retract it.

Just looked at Sun Wukong's outstretched palm quietly, his eyes were as plain as water, indifferent as a realm.

Seeing that the ball of light was under his hand, Sun Wukong clenched his teeth, waved his left arm suddenly, and grabbed the ball of light in the palm of his hand in the reprimand of 'rage'.

Rumble~~

A purple-black thunderbolt suddenly fell from the air, and without warning, it slashed into Zhou Bai's hand before he could take it back.

'Hmm~' Zhou Bai snorted, as if he had been hit by a huge wave that overwhelmed the mountains and seas, and flew backwards, thunder and lightning spread along the palm of his hand to his heart, and in an instant, his whole body was already paralyzed.

Blood spilled all the way, the fierce wind whistled in my ears, and the hundred-year-old trees were broken by the waist, along with the broken roots and flying branches and leaves, all of which were shattered by the overflowing arc.

After flying out of dozens of zhang, Zhou Bai fell deeply into a boulder, and the electric light in his body surged, and wisps of electric light extended the blood flow, constantly tearing the meridians in his body, and constantly impacting the true qi in Zhou Bai's body, drilling towards the heart and lungs.

Zhou Bai frowned slightly, separated a wisp of spiritual energy in his body, and pulled out the electric light in his blood, which surged up from the sandalwood and coughed out of his mouth.

With a bang, the boulder shattered, Zhou Bai waved his sleeves, dispelled the dust in front of him, and sneered: "Is this the punishment of the Heavenly Dao?

Heaven is the most just, how can it be condemned by 'knowledge'.

Zhou Bai may know a lot of secrets, but these secrets are all known from the films, television and works in his previous life.

Maybe it's the suspicions made up by later generations, or maybe it's true. These things are somewhere between 'heavenly chance' and 'speculation', and those who believe in it can be trusted or those who don't.

When Sun Wukong learns of these speculations, the variables of the general trend of heaven will increase by one point, and the karmic consequences of changing the 'general trend' will naturally have to find someone to bear it.

As a result, what made Heavenly Dao the most helpless was that Zhou Bai, who had the Chaos Bead, had become the only variable under the Great Dao.

In terms of identity alone, Zhou Bai and Heavenly Dao are quite existences, once Zhou Bai still relies on the Chaos Bead to prove the Dao Chaos Yuan, he can reopen the chaos and then determine Hongmeng.

If you can't keep the mouth of the chess watcher closed, then punish it as a warning.

As he spoke, the clouds in the sky space dispersed, and a light golden glow rose from the afterglow of the setting sun, Zhou Bai's heart was shocked, and a trace of jealousy and caution flashed in his eyes.

As soon as the way of heaven left, the saint came, Zhou Bai sneered, Zhun Ti saint, are you planning to 'do the way for heaven'?

'There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south. A Buddha horn sounded from a distance, and when the Buddha horn was finished, an old monk with a crane hair and a childish face was already standing in front of Zhou Bai.

Zhou Bai's gaze swept over the golden glow that disappeared without a trace, and fell on the old monk in front of him, although his face was as usual, he was indeed secretly relieved in his heart, fortunately there was only one person, if the two saints arrived together, then they could only be captured.

Thinking of this, Zhou Bai couldn't help but smile bitterly, with his current identity, how could two saints be dispatched at the same time on the Buddhist side.

You must know that the great powers of the desolate world attach the most importance to face, and if the two saints work together to capture a golden immortal monk, the saint's face will be lost, and perhaps even the prestige of the Buddha will decline.

"Dao Friendly seems to be disappointed?" Su Bodhi stroked his long beard lightly, smiling, and an ethereal aura came to his face, awakening the cranky Zhou Bai.

Sensing the aura of the Xuanmen on the other party's body, Zhou Bai frowned slightly, and after looking closely, he found the abnormality.

Although the 'Zhun Ti Sage' in front of him was wearing a simple robe, the pure and mysterious aura between his eyebrows was properly possessed by a Taoist monk.

His gaze fell on the other party's arms, and there seemed to be a soft and watery light flowing out of his sleeve, covering the entire Five Elements Mountain with a thin veil.

From the gradually hazy mist in front of him, Zhou Bai felt the vast and boundless power of the saint, different from the Tongtian Sect Master he saw in front of the Zixiao Hall and the Taishang Laojun he saw at the beginning, although this great power was similar to the Zixiao Palace, it was a Buddhist power that was very different from the Taoist mana.

Obviously, the other party has an extremely high level of Xuanmen cultivation, and there is also the supreme Dharma of being reborn from Xuanmen itself.

Zhou Bai suddenly thought of something, and suddenly turned his head and looked at the Five Elements Mountain in the distance.

Shicai was shocked by the Zixiao Divine Thunder, although he did not suffer any substantial injuries, but he had already left the range of the Five Elements Mountain, and the monkey head in the distance had long been out of sight, and the hazy mist in front of him seemed to be interfering with the perception of mana.

'You..... Are you avoiding him?' Zhou Bai was relieved, and at the same time, he breathed a sigh of relief, leaned over and saluted: "In the next Zhou Bai, I have seen the Zhun Ti Saint." ”

According to 'common sense', Zhou Bai didn't know the relationship between Zhun Ti and Su Bodhi, and if the other party didn't question it, he naturally wouldn't take the initiative to say it.

Zhou Bai's actions were naturally seen by Su Bodhi, Su Bodhi smiled indifferently, and said with his head bowed: "Daoyou just handed something to the stone monkey, why did it attract the punishment of the heavenly thunder?"

A saint doppelganger is also a saint!

The dignified aura blocked the entire fog, and while this layer of fog interfered with perception, it also imprisoned Zhou Bai's actions.

Zhou Bai raised his hand slowly, touched his nose and said with a smile: "If the saint wants to know, go and ask the great sage, why ask me." Zhou Bai secretly said that it was not good, he did not have the habit of touching his nose, this small action was actually testing how strong the confinement of the saint's aura was, but the result of the temptation made him extremely disappointed.

The gap between the saint clone and the late stage of the Golden Immortal is really too big......

The mere act of raising his arm was enough for him to do his best, and in this case, the opponent was enough to completely wipe him out before he could draw his sword.

With his right hand hidden in his sleeve, Zhou Bai hesitated for a long time, but after all, he still didn't take out the Chaos Bead. The Chaos Spirit Treasure is too precious, and once it is known to the saint, then he is really dangerous.

The smile on Su Bodhi's face did not decrease, he didn't care about Zhou Bai's sharp words at all, the admiration in his eyes was even stronger, there are not many monks in the world who can face the saint safely, and even fewer dare to confront the saint face to face, how many years have I not met such a junior.....

Su Bodhi bowed his head and said: "Daoist friends have a fate with my Buddhism, can you be willing to go to the West, practice the secret fax method, and attain the supreme Buddha fruit?"

With a wave of his long sleeves, it was as if the heavens and the earth had collapsed in front of him, and darkness was shrouded, as if the ancient beast was devouring it with its bloody mouth open.

Without waiting for Zhou Bai to answer, Su Bodhi's movements were without warning, although he had not learned Zhen Yuanzi's sleeves, but it was okay to simulate this effect with the mana of a saint.

You must know that during the Fengshen period, he and the two of them used this method to kidnap 3,000 disciples from the Ten Thousand Immortals Array of the Sect of Interception, and they became the Buddha's Arhat Shami.

What if you don't agree? When you get to the West Heavenly Spirit Mountain, there are countless ways for the two saints of Buddhism to make people surrender!

Seeing the black curtain falling, a fierce color flashed in Zhou Bai's eyes, and a streamer of light lingered in the palm of his hand, and with each swallow, a crimson long sword was gradually generated.

The Red Rainbow Sword is the clone of the red jade, since the red jade itself has been refined, it has returned to the red jade body, so Zhou Bai has always used the red rainbow sword with sword intent differentiation, and now, Zhou Bai has evolved the sword body with the void sword qi, and the red rainbow sword intent acts as the sword spirit.

With the formation of the sword body, Zhou Bai closed his eyes slightly, his mood was as peaceful as an ancient well without waves, and the points of light in the sea of consciousness were lit up, which were all the Hongmeng sword qi in the appendix of the Zhuxian Sword Formation Diagram, although the sword qi in the formation diagram had been exhausted, but the sage perception recorded on these sword marks was indelible.

Raising his arm extremely slowly, the musculoskeletal sound made a piercing sound under the pressure of the increasingly strong aura, Zhou Bai seemed to have abandoned the pain, and he didn't care.

The long sword slashed, silently.

The surrounding voices have long been swallowed up by the black curtain, as if in a vacuum, Zhou Bai's sword has no obstruction, and the sword intent that flies out does not have any overflow, Zhou Bai slowly opened his eyes, obsessively looking at the red rainbow sword that disappeared into the black curtain.

This sword is a combination of time and place, and I am afraid that it will be difficult to wield such a sword from now on.

The coercion of the saint, the world of the 'vacuum', and the flash of inspiration in the sword formation diagram.

As the fiery red light completely disappeared into the black, Zhou Bai couldn't help but shake his body, and the whole person had a feeling of being hollowed out, light and fluttering, and he didn't focus at all.

The corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, and Zhou Bai barely stood still with his sword and pestle. "That's all the saints do. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of a cloth tearing came from the air.

Let the black curtain fall completely, a subtle light appeared from the middle of the black curtain, and then continued to spread, and the whole world was finally cleared.

"The qualifications of Taoist friends are rare in the world. Su Bodhi raised his right arm, looked at the sword marks left on his sleeve, and couldn't help but sigh: "If you go back to the mountain with me, the poor monk is willing to accept you as a personal disciple, how about it?"

With a bang, the sky exploded.

Zhou Bai and Su Bodhi raised their heads suddenly, looking at the hazy mist that had dissipated and dissipated, the power of the saint involves the rules of the Heavenly Dao, so only the existence of the same saint can be cracked, the 'sleeve Qiankun' can be said to imitate Zhen Yuanzi's 'shape-like' spell, but this is enough to shield the mist deduced by the saint, but it is the power of the real saint!

Different from Su Bodhi's shock and rage, Zhou Bai looked at the gray sword qi in front of him, and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

When a sword transcends the constraints of the sky and breaks free from the gravitational pull of the earth, it is flawless, unstained, as insignificant as the stars in the nine heavens, noble and indifferent, and not mixed with the slightest emotion of living beings.

Then this sword must be the sword of a saint.

The saint is unkind and uses all things as a dog.

Under the true intent of this quintessential sword, even Su Bodhi, who is the incarnation of a saint, is an existence like a grass, a tree, an insect and a bird.

"Tongtian! You dare to intervene in the affairs of the flood without authorization! Have you ever taken the teacher in your eyes? Have you ever put the way of heaven in your eyes!" Su Bodhi raised his head and shouted angrily, looking angry, but in fact he was terrified.

I thought that Tongtian would not have the four swords of Zhuxian, and he had been imprisoned for thousands of years, and his cultivation should be regressive, but he didn't expect that Tongtian without Zhuxian would be even more terrifying than before!

Tongtian didn't answer, or maybe he didn't have time to take care of Su Bodhi who was angrily reprimanded outside the Five Elements Mountain.

The sky above the Zixiao Hall was covered with thick clouds, and the chaotic qi outside the platform swept up, converging into the center of the vortex where the thunder flickered, and Tongtian touched his chin while carefully watching the generation of the Zixiao Divine Thunder, the three Qings have their own thunder techniques, all of which originate from the memory fragments in the Pangu Yuan Shen, and with their respective sanctifications, the three thunder techniques that cannot be combined have gradually lost their original value.

Spreading out his left hand, a cyan thunderbolt shuttled around his fingertips, and the arc of electric power that continued to rotate and twist in his palm seemed to simulate the purple thunder that had been brewing in the sky for a long time.

In the clouds, a purple eye slowly opened, and the indifferent pupil stared at the sky, and a mechanical voice came out of it, and the sound shook thousands of miles.

"Saint Tongtian Sect Master, violating the prohibition of Heavenly Dao, should be punished!"

When the Eye of the Heavenly Dao appeared, the Tongtian Sect Master had already dispersed the Lei Fa in his hand, straightened his clothes, and stood solemnly.

"Heaven is above. The Tongtian Sect Master took a step forward, leaned over and said: "This seat just returned the Qingping Sword to the Biyou Palace, although it violated the ban, but when this seat dropped the Qingping Sword, it did not attach any mana, nor did it target anyone. ”

The purple eyes suddenly paused, and after a pause, he said, "This variable is indeed a coincidence, but the violation of the Heavenly Dao prohibition is indeed true. Be punished!"

Half of the dark purple thunder in the center of the vortex dissipated, and the remaining half fell with a bang, smashing the Tongtian Sect Master into the masonry of the ground.

......

Outside the Five Elements Mountain,

Without the restriction of the mist, the surrounding aura suddenly returned to normal, and Zhou Bai took the opportunity to quickly recover his depleted mana, and quickly walked to the Qingping Sword inserted between the two.

Without the drive of the saint, although the Qingping sword was dazzling, it did not have the terrifying power just now, and the seemingly ordinary sword body swayed slightly with the breeze in the mountains, and the shadow of the sunset reflected was also in a trance on Su Bodhi's face.

Not far away, Sun Wukong, who woke up faintly, shook his somewhat swollen head, suddenly smelled a familiar breath, stared at the direction of the mountain, and muttered, "Master?"