Honghuang: The comprehension is against the sky, and he marries Yunxiao at the beginning

In the Little Leiyin Temple, Maitreya saw with his own eyes that Sun Wukong was trapped in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, and his face was full of pride.

Sun Wukong is already a Golden Immortal. If he attacks Sun Wukong, he will naturally not be Sun Wukong's opponent.

But long before leaving the Great Leiyin Temple, the Taoist Master Ran Deng had already planned everything and concentrated his power in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

He sacrificed the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, and it seemed that he was the one making the move, but in fact it was Ran Deng who was making the move.

Although Sun Wukong has made some progress, he is still only a Daluo Jinxian after all. How can he be a match for Ran Deng?

This time, they have made all the preparations, not only to suppress Sun Wukong, but also to keep him firmly under the control of the Western Religion.

At the same time, inside the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, Sun Wukong was constantly attacking.

He tried hard to break free from the restraints and to get rid of the suppression of the big hands.

However, no matter how hard he tried to activate his skills or how hard he tried, he was still unable to shake this huge hand.

On this big hand, he already felt a very familiar aura, which was very similar to the aura in the Five Finger Mountain.

He could almost conclude that this big hand must be related to Randeng.

The appearance of Maitreya is exactly what the Western religions have planned, and its purpose is to make them let their guard down.

In the current situation, escaping from the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal is the most important thing. He has no other choice and is about to ask Senior Black Mist.

But the next moment, a terrifying pressure emerged, the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal kept shaking, and the avenue and rules were broken one after another.

A figure emerged, standing in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, with thousands of feet of Buddha light constantly surging, looking at Sun Wukong coldly.

Sun Wukong was very familiar with this figure. It was none other than Ran Deng.

"Sun Wukong, you are so lucky!" Ran Deng said coldly.

After putting the golden hoop on Sun Wukong, he thought the matter was a foregone conclusion.

But he didn't expect that Lu Yuan would personally help Sun Wukong take off the golden hoop and free Sun Wukong from the control of the Western religion.

Today, they have made all the preparations possible, and he even sent out a clone to hide in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

This time, they will not give Sun Wukong any chance and will make him a member of their Western religion.

After hearing what Ran Deng said, Sun Wukong ignored Ran Deng, his anger had already been ignited.

After taking off the golden hoop, he still thought that the Western Church would not give up, but he did not expect the Western Church to be so relentless.

Including today, this is the third time that Randeng has attacked him.

He had made up his mind that he would never surrender to Western religions, even if he had to fight to the death with Randang.

Seeing the anger in Sun Wukong's eyes, the smile on Ran Deng's face deepened a little, and a golden hoop appeared in his hand.

"You don't have such good luck today. You just need to take this thing with you and you can leave Hunyuan Golden Cymbal!" said Taoist Ran Deng with a smile.

This golden hoop was also refined by a saint. It was so extraordinary that even a saint could not easily condense it.

In order to condense a golden hoop again, the two saints even paid a certain price.

This time, he did not intend to force Sun Wukong to wear the golden hoop, but to let Sun Wukong wear the golden hoop by himself.

Before this, whether he suppressed Sun Wukong under the Five Finger Mountain or forced Sun Wukong to wear the golden hoop, it did not change Sun Wukong in the slightest.

He knew that this was all due to Sun Wukong's own personality, and only by letting Sun Wukong wear the golden hoop himself could his personality be smoothed out.

Of course, based on his understanding of Sun Wukong, it was not so easy to make Sun Wukong put on the golden hoop by himself and make him surrender.

But this time he has prepared many means, and when Sun Wukong can no longer bear it, he will definitely have to wear the golden hoop.

As long as Sun Wukong bows his head, his character will not be worn down, and their Western education can truly control Sun Wukong.

While thinking, he snapped his fingers and the golden hoop fell next to Sun Wukong.

However, seeing the golden hoop appear again, Sun Wukong's rage grew even stronger and he waved his hand to slap it away.

"You want me to wear the golden hoop? Dream on!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

If he hadn't met Saint Lu Yuan, how would he have had the chance to remove the golden hoop?

After finally taking off the golden hoop, how could he be willing to put it on again?

Hearing what Sun Wukong said, Master Ran Deng was not surprised, as he had long expected Sun Wukong to do so.

"That's not up to you!" Taoist Master Ran Deng snorted coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped out with his palm, and thousands of Buddha lights condensed from his hand.

The Buddha's light was immense and immense, its aura terrifying, filling the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

The dazzling Buddha light burst out from the Buddha's palm, shaking the void, and the avenue and rules were torn apart.

Dense and numerous avenue patterns emerged, and avenue runes kept jumping in the Buddha's light.

This time, he did not intend to suppress Sun Wukong, but to torture him.

When Sun Wukong can no longer bear it, he believes that Sun Wukong will take the initiative to put on the golden hoop.

While thinking, the Buddha's palm pressed down towards Sun Wukong, and the ten thousand feet of Buddha's light was attracted by it, which was extremely terrifying, and the avenue roared.

Looking at the Buddha's palm pressing down on him, Sun Wukong's heart was filled with rage. He had no thought of surrendering and only wanted to seek revenge.

"I, Sun Wukong, refuse to accept the result!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

The "Monkey God's Prison Power" is running at full capacity, and the terrifying opportunity breaks out in full force.

He waved his fists with all his might, the void collapsed, and the road trembled.

At this moment, there was no fear in his eyes, only soaring fighting spirit and endless anger.

Holy light gushed out from his body and merged into his fists, shining brightly to the extreme.

"Boom!"

The Buddha's palm and the fist light collided with each other, the void trembled, and the avenue and rules were shattered.

However, the gap between the two was too great. Even if Sun Wukong tried his best to use his fists, the Buddha's Palm was no match.

The Buddha's palm pressed down, and both of Sun Wukong's arms were broken. His face turned pale, as if he had been struck by lightning.

Thousands of Buddha's lights gushed out from the Buddha's palm, swallowing up the holy light and submerging Sun Wukong. The entire Hunyuan Golden Cymbal was filled with the golden color of the Buddha's light.

The Buddha's light washed over Sun Wukong's body, and Sun Wukong's expression changed from gloomy to bright, as if he was enduring great pain.

Under the constant washing of the Buddha's light, spider-web-like cracks have begun to appear on Sun Wukong's body.

Ruin and destruction surrounded Sun Wukong, destroying his vitality. His body had become extremely thin and looked pale and old.

The Buddha's light continued to wash over the broken body, which had begun to crack, with drops of golden blood constantly overflowing.

The terrifying forces intertwined, and all of Sun Wukong's monkey hair had already turned to ashes, and there was no way to save it.

Under the means of a quasi-saint, Sun Wukong's blood splattered, his arms were covered with blood, and his white bones were exposed.

"Why bother? Why bother? You can just wear the golden hoop and avoid this pain!" said the Taoist Master Ran Deng with a smile. He just wanted to torture Sun Wukong and make him suffer physical damage.

In his opinion, even the strongest will could not withstand the constant torture.

Even if Sun Wukong can endure the pain, how long can he last?

As soon as he finished speaking, his mind moved, and the Buddha's light on his palm became even more intense.

The Buddha's light is vast and boundless, like the light of destruction, as if it has become the source of destruction.

The void was shattered, the Buddha's light was overwhelming, and the entire Hunyuan Golden Cymbal was dyed, leaving no other color.

The Buddha's light is already very scary, not to mention that the Taoist Master Ran Deng chose to add fuel to the fire.

Under the constant destruction of the Buddha's light, Sun Wukong's body almost disintegrated, and blood and flesh began to splatter continuously.

However, even so, Sun Wukong did not show any intention of begging for mercy.

Even though he was enduring great pain, even though he was suffering physical torture, there was no fear in his eyes, only endless fighting spirit.

He tried his best to resist the Buddha's light. His thoughts became clearer and clearer, and the "Monkey God's Prison-Suppressing Power" was pushed to the extreme.

The next moment, the 840 million rebellious sons in his body trembled wildly, and began to roar and gallop continuously.

Every spirit monkey and Yuan monkey was constantly floating in the air, and all kinds of strange phenomena appeared in their bodies.

These particles are constantly absorbing strength and the fighting spirit that is rising into the sky. The fighting spirit turns into runes and merges with the many monkey particles.

In an instant, under the catalysis of infinite fighting spirit, a spirit monkey particle transformed and turned into a Yuan monkey particle.

The transformation of this particle caused a chain reaction, leading to the continuous transformation of other monkey particles, turning into one monkey particle after another.

With the help of this extreme high pressure and this terrifying fighting spirit, another 10 million of the only 100 million spirit monkey particles left in his body transformed into Yuan Monkey Laozi.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's aura began to fluctuate violently, like billions of volcanoes erupting.

The mana fluctuations around him continued to increase, and his Qi was constantly rising.

The next moment, a strange wave spread, and holy light rushed out from his body.

Holy light enveloped Sun Wukong's broken body, and a force of life suddenly appeared and soared into the sky.

The broken body began to reorganize, the shattered flesh and blood reconnected, and the two broken arms were restored to their original state.

The miserable state changed instantly, the flesh and blood bloomed with luster, and the body emitted a bright and dazzling light.

The destruction of the body is a crisis, but also an opportunity. As the body is reorganized, the aura emanating from Sun Wukong becomes even more terrifying.

His eyes emitted two golden rays of light as he looked coldly at Master Ran Deng.

The holy light and the two fists merged into one, and the terrifying power erupted completely. The roar continued, and the big hand that tightly trapped Sun Wukong was almost shaken.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying fist shadow emerged, illuminating the entire Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

The fist shadow almost swallowed up everything, including thousands of Buddha's lights and Buddha's palms.

In an instant, the nearly irresistible Buddha's light was completely cleared out by the fist shadow.

Seeing the fist shadow swallowing up the Buddha's light, the Taoist Master Ran Deng was also a little surprised. He never expected that Sun Wukong could still resist.

Sun Wukong's talent is indeed extraordinary. Not only can he endure the destruction of Buddha's light, he can even make a breakthrough under such circumstances.

After all, Sun Wukong is just a Daluo Jinxian, and the gap between him and him is too big.

Not to mention that it posed a threat to him, he couldn't even break free from his restraints, so naturally he wouldn't care too much.

Of course, the fact that Sun Wukong could display such talent made him more determined in his inner choice.

No matter what, he had to make Sun Wukong surrender completely and make him the guardian of the Western religion.

"Sun Wukong, I will give you another chance. By putting on the golden hoop, I can save you from the suffering!" said the Taoist Master Ran Deng in a deep voice.

In order to make Sun Wukong surrender, he had made all the necessary preparations, and Buddha's light was just one of the means.

Even if the physical pain could not make Sun Wukong surrender, he had other means.

"Randang, there is no need to test me. I, Sun Wukong, will never put on the golden hoop myself. If you have any tricks, just come at me!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

He has already prepared himself for a fight to the death, so what can the Taoist Master Ran Deng do even if he has many tricks up his sleeve?

As he spoke, he threw a punch with all his might, striking in the direction of Master Ran Deng.

Seeing this, Taoist Master Ran Deng raised his hand and pointed, and the fist shadow disappeared into smoke.

"Since you don't know how to appreciate my kindness, don't blame me for being rude!" said the Taoist Master Ran Deng in a cold voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped out with his palm, and thousands of brighter Buddha lights condensed from his hand.

The Buddha's light was so vast that it shattered the great way and the rules. It was extremely terrifying, and the void was constantly wailing.

The Buddha's palm pressed down, and Buddha's light gushed out, completely submerging Sun Wukong.

The Buddha's light washed over Sun Wukong's body. Sun Wukong's expression was distorted and he was in great pain.

But even so, the Taoist Master Ran Deng did not stop. Thousands of Buddhas appeared behind him and countless Sanskrit sounds rang out.

The Sanskrit sound surged, emitting an incomparably terrifying power, as if it could save everything in the world.

The aura of a quasi-saint level surged, lotus flowers appeared around the lamp, runes of the avenue were densely distributed, and thousands of rules were intertwined.

The lotus shines upon the world, seemingly posing no threat, but it contains a terrifying power that makes it impossible to look directly at it.

The Taoist Master Ran Deng pointed his finger, and lotus flowers burst out madly from his fingertips, each of which burst out with terrifying power.

The void was shaking, the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal was shaking accordingly, and everything was being overturned.

Soon after, the lotus flowers began to wither, and the air was filled with the aura of destruction, as if the world had entered doomsday.

Emotions such as destruction and despair gathered on the lotus, turning into a torrent that covered the whole sky like the Monkey King.

Then, all these broken lotuses entered into Sun Wukong's brain.

As the lotus entered it, Sun Wukong no longer cared about the Buddha's light washing over his body. He held his head with both hands, as if he was in great pain.

He felt something stirring in his sea of ​​consciousness. This kind of pain was far from being as unbearable as the golden hoop.

In addition, all kinds of negative emotions arose in his heart, tormenting him like a thousand poisons gnawing at his heart.

His body kept twisting and the pain was unbearable for him. A scream echoed in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

Seeing this scene, Master Ran Deng smiled with satisfaction.

He had long anticipated that Sun Wukong would not surrender easily, so naturally he would not prepare the method of Buddha's light.

Those lotus flowers from other people were another means he prepared for Sun Wukong. These lotus flowers were destroying Sun Wukong's spirit and eroding his will.

He not only wanted to torture Sun Wukong's body, but also wanted to torture Sun Wukong's spirit.

He believed that under the dual torture of body and mind, Sun Wukong would definitely choose to surrender and would willingly put on the golden hoop. (End of this chapter)