I, the son of Yang Guo, abducted Zhang Sanfeng across the heavens

Tang Seng felt, no, he felt nothing.

The handsome man transformed by the giant bird grabbed at him with one claw, and time, space, and Tang Seng's thoughts were all frozen. He knew nothing until he heard a "ding" sound and felt a strong wind blowing on his face. Only then did he come back to his senses and see the scene in front of him clearly.

Sun Wukong was fully armed, exuding an aura, and had three heads and six arms. The fourth and fifth hands were in an extremely strange posture, holding the golden cudgel diagonally in front of his body, blocking the claws of the handsome man.

"This……"

Tang Seng was sweating profusely. He didn't even know what was happening. But looking at the scene, if Sun Wukong hadn't run to him in time and blocked the man's claws with his golden cudgel, his head would have been pierced by the man's five fingers.

The speed was so fast that he couldn't even react in time. Sun Wukong grimaced, and the man held the stick with his left hand in a posture that made him lose his balance. It was obvious that the man's claw almost made Sun Wukong's weapon slip out of his hand.

Tang Seng didn't think his head could be harder than this man's hand, as he could almost make a perfect and flawless Daluo Jinxian drop his weapon with one blow. He had no doubt that if this man's hand grabbed his head, his bald head would definitely have five blood holes and his brain would flow out.

"Master, this is..."

"Let's go!" Sun Wukong adjusted the position of the golden hoop with his six hands, and grabbed the weapon in a more effective position. He shouted without even turning his head, "Let's go quickly, go to the Jade Emperor or Tathagata to get help!"

Sun Wukong's force field was fully activated, and it seemed that he could still hold off the handsome man, but in fact, he knew in his heart that the man was not using his full strength. His magic power was burning explosively, and he used his three-headed and six-armed Dharma body to his full strength, while the man opposite him stood there with a relaxed look on his face, holding his stick with one hand.

High judgment.

Sun Wukong knew at that moment that something was wrong.

It has to be his dirty master. When everyone just passed the novice level and was ready to face the difficult mode, he still used a level that was not much better than the novice level to confuse himself and others.

When they thought they had passed this level and it was nothing special, a big one was sent directly.

Quasi-saint!

And I'm afraid more than two corpses will be killed!
After Sun Wukong experienced this life of Hua Shi, although he did not take the path of beheading corpses to achieve enlightenment, he was still considered a Daluo Jinxian, but his strength was comparable to that of a quasi-sage. From the situation of the previous fight with Guanyin, it can be seen that he was fully fired and had a high probability of even defeating Guanyin.

As a representative of the one-corpse quasi-saints, Guanyin Bodhisattva's strength is already one of the top ones among the one-corpse quasi-saints. If he can defeat Guanyin, an ordinary two-corpse quasi-saint should not be able to kill him easily.

But the man in front of him easily defeated him.

"Damn it, this old Deng is really not a human being." No matter how much Sun Wukong respected his teacher, he couldn't help but curse out loud.

Who would release the big boss right at the start?

This is attack, this is defense, this is Ashina Genichirō, right?
Even Tang Seng didn't have many opportunities to attack before, and Sun Wukong was feeling a bit bored, so now he has to fight the quasi-saint.

Okay, okay, it has to be my old mentor, you are really amazing.

"There is actually a quasi-saint, no, you are a Daluo Jinxian?" The handsome man glanced at Sun Wukong and loosened his grip on the stick. Before Sun Wukong could breathe a sigh of relief, he raised his hand, which was only a few inches high, and smashed it down again.

Sun Wukong felt as if he was hit by a mountain. No, even if it was a mountain, he would not take it seriously. Even if a sea of ​​water was filled in a container and thrown on his face, it would not be so heavy.

The handsome man only exerted force at a few inches, which was more like a knock than a hit, just like knocking on a door. The only difference was that knocking on a door required using the middle knuckle of the finger, while this man used the knuckles of the back of the hand and the base of the finger.

There was a loud clang, and all six of Sun Wukong's arms became numb.

"Should a Golden Immortal have this ability?" The man's eyes showed some interest, and he raised his hand and smashed it again.

Sun Wukong knew from the first blow that this man was no match for him. He hit the golden hoop stick, and Sun Wukong simply took advantage of the recoil to push the stick away, shouting "Little!"

Then the golden hoop, which was two meters long and as thick as a bowl, turned into an embroidery needle and pierced the man's eyes at an extremely fast speed.

"Who taught you to be so sinister when you try to prove your truth through force?" The handsome man smiled contemptuously, stretched out two fingers, and gently pinched the golden hoop that turned into an embroidery needle. It looked like he was pulling out a toothpick after a meal.

Sun Wukong used all his magical power to control it to become bigger and squeeze it out of the man's hand, but his force was like a drop in the ocean, and there was no trace of it at all.

"It's been a while since I last ate human flesh." The handsome man looked at Sun Wukong and said, "You are a Golden Immortal, with a strong body, and your meat must be very chewy. I heard that monkey brain is also a famous dish..."

Before he could finish his words, a flying sword behind his head grew longer in the wind and turned into a gigantic Heavenly Emperor Sword. It was majestic, grand, and gorgeous, as if it was the authority of heaven, stabbing towards the back of his head with endless imperial power.

This is none other than the Heavenly Emperor Sword, which is formed from the Jade Emperor's 108 flying swords melted into one, and the Jade Emperor's Flying Sword Technique deduced from the trajectories of his flying swords.

This sword not only contains the sword skills of the Emperor of Heaven, but also includes all the sword concepts that Sun Wukong has learned from Yang Gui, and all his magic power.

When the flying sword was launched, Sun Wukong's body softened and he staggered.

The power of this sword was the strongest strength of Sun Wukong's body concentrated into one point. Apart from anything else, if Guanyin Bodhisattva encountered such a sword, she would be seriously injured or disabled if she didn't die.

"Where did such a powerful person come from?" The handsome man was obviously shocked by Sun Wukong's sword, but he was not Guanyin Bodhisattva after all.

Then, a divine light appeared from nowhere, as if it had existed since time immemorial. It was more magnificent, more majestic, and brighter than the sword light from the Jade Emperor's sword.

Green, yellow, red, black, and white, five colors, like a mountain blocking the flying sword. The flying sword was not blocked, but flew in. But Sun Wukong's face was extremely ugly.

From the moment the flying sword touched the divine light, he felt that all connections between the flying sword and himself were lost, and even the magic power on the sword disappeared.

Then I saw this handsome man holding the sword in his hand and examining it.

"The Jade Emperor's sword? Humph, the Jade Emperor can't protect you either." The handsome man looked down at Sun Wukong and said, "Monkey, do you have any other skills?"

Yes and no more. Sun Wukong does have many methods, but the strongest single-target killing method was indeed incorporated into the sword he just used. That sword almost drained all the mana in his body, and other methods could not be used. It would be useless if they were used.

The handsome man obviously saw the situation, and he threw the Heavenly Emperor Sword through Sun Wukong's scapula, pinning him to the ground. "Then lie down first, and I will catch your accomplices and stew them in a pot."

After saying this, he transformed himself into his original form of a giant bird and chased in the direction where Tang Seng and his disciples were escaping.

Only when he disappeared into the horizon did Sun Wukong see the image of the black spot clearly. It seemed to be a peacock.

"Yeah, Kong Xuan, it's him, I knew it."

Not long after, the giant peacock flew back with Tang Monk and his disciples, holding the dragon prince in its claws, just like the Garuda eating the dragon in the Buddhist legend.

"Tom!"

Kong Xuan threw the dragon, the pig, the water monster and the man to the ground, raising a cloud of dust at Lao Gao.

"You didn't run away?"

"Who can run away? This thing flies so fast." Tang Seng closed his eyes and lay on the ground, "Forget it, who cares? Let's start over. The same goes for the eleventh journey to the West."

"Jin Chanzi, ha, you almost let me eat you when you were in the West Heaven. I didn't expect you to eat my brother first." Kong Xuan gritted his teeth, "If I don't chop it up for you to make dumplings today, I will be sorry for you."

"If you eat me, your brother won't be able to come back." At this point, Tang Seng was useless to be afraid, which showed his good psychological quality: "Buddha Mother Peacock King, right? We are all disciples of Buddhism, so give me some face. When I get the scriptures to the Tang Dynasty in the East, I will promote the Peacock King Sutra for you."

"I use you. Do you think Master Kong relies on preaching to strengthen his strength like those bald donkeys?" Kong Xuan curled his lips. "If it weren't for... Tsk, let's not talk about it. Anyway, you all have to pay for my brother's life today."

"Old Kong, let's talk about this. We are going to the West to fetch Buddhist scriptures. This was facilitated by the Jade Emperor and directed by my master. You must have heard of the name Yang Gui." Sun Wukong was also at his wit's end and started to ask Kong Xuan for help.

"I've heard of it. This man came to the West and promised several people the chance to become saints. Hey, what a coincidence, I wasn't one of them."

Kong Xuan's smile became even more sinister. "If he was an ordinary saint, I wouldn't need you to mention it, but since he is the Way of Heaven, I am not afraid of him. He can't kill a Three Corpse Quasi-Saint for no reason. After all, he is the Way of Heaven."

"You are quite arrogant. Although my master can't do it, do you know that my master's wife is Hou Tu? She is a pure saint and it will be no problem for her to beat you up. Let me remind you, women are unreasonable." Sun Wukong used his trump card.

"You're right. So if you say something like this, you should worry about how the Queen Mother Hou Tu will beat you."

Bringing up the old women really works. After Sun Wukong said this, although Kong Xuan showed no intention of changing his tone, it was obvious that the topic had deviated and was no longer discussing how to eat them.

"Great King Ming, we are fellow believers. From what you said, when I was the second disciple of Buddha, we had some friendship. So, you can vent your anger, but we cannot die. The journey to obtain the scriptures is destined by heaven. Just give us a beating."

Tang Seng spoke.

"Beat you up? You're all Golden Immortals of Great Luo and Great Yi. Even if I grind up your bones and make them into bone-strengthening powder, you'll be able to grow back in no time. Only that pig has become pure food. Is there any point in me beating you up?"

"No, who are you scolding?" Zhu Bajie was unhappy, "After all, I was also Marshal Tianpeng in my past..."

"Let me remind you that the only person destined to go on the journey is Jin Chanzi. Even with Saint Yang's relationship, there is only this monkey, and the rest can be replaced at will. I can make you the food for the journey, and insert someone else, and we can still go on the journey in the same way."

Kong Xuan looked at Zhu Bajie with a bad expression.

A mere pig of the Golden Immortal level dares to argue with a Three Corpse Quasi-Saint? You keep calling him the Jade Emperor and Tathagata, and he keeps calling him Yang Gui and Hou Tu. That's fine, but a mere pig dares to talk with his position as Marshal Tianpeng in his previous life?

This pig has not yet been made into a cosmic steamed bun. It can only be said that after all these years in Buddhism, Kong Xuan's temperament has become more restrained.

Of course, he wasn't very violent back then. He served as a general in the Shang Dynasty for so many years, and he never showed his strength as a cultivator. Later, when he participated in the war, he could only use the five-colored divine light to control it, and he never killed anyone.

But in the end, he was forcibly taken to the West by Zhunti, and only then did he develop a violent temper and once swallowed Tathagata in one gulp.

But after so many years of self-cultivation, I have finally stabilized.

Kong Xuan and Dapeng actually don't have a very close relationship. To put it bluntly, they can be considered as not knowing each other at all.

Dapeng had never seen Tathagata before, nor had he been to the Western Paradise. He was called Buddha's uncle purely because of his blood relationship with Kong Xuan.

The two separated when they just gained intelligence. Kong Xuan went to seek immortality and refined his five elements to make five-colored divine light, while Dapeng relied on his natural strength to wreak havoc everywhere.

Kong Xuan looked down on his brother from the bottom of his heart.

But after all, something happened, and out of humanitarian spirit, we have to condemn it. Another thing is that my brother died for the sake of obtaining scriptures. If I don’t make a fuss and let the higher-ups see it, how can I get compensation?

Although he had no ability to hear the secret conversation between Yang Gui and Jie Yin, he was a quasi-saint of the Three Corpses after all, so he knew the result, which was that he was not eligible for the chance to become a saint. Of course, he was unwilling to accept this, and it was just right that his brother died, so he could use this as an accusation.

It's impossible for someone to think that Kong Xuan is a wild peacock. He has been in official circles and he knows all about this.

"Let me tell you this. I have something for you to do for me. If you can do it, our feud will be written off. If you can't do it, then there's nothing to say. My brother's blood feud must be avenged. It won't help no matter who you ask, the Jade Emperor or Tathagata. Even if you bring up my father, it won't work."

Sun Wukong actually wanted to ask, "Do the two feathers on my head look like the ones on your mother's?" but he didn't dare to. His sword was still nailed to the ground, and if he really dared to ask this question, he was afraid that Kong Xuan would chew him to pieces.

This old fellow even dares to eat Tathagata. A Daluo Jinxian himself is not enough to fill the gaps in his teeth.

"Well, please speak, Lord Ming."

"Well, you can help me ask, I want to break through to the Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian, how can I rely on this five-colored divine light to achieve enlightenment?" (End of this chapter)