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

Randeng stood on the Lingshan Mountain and looked at Sun Wukong coldly. The appearance of the sage's power restored his confidence.

The power of the saint transformed into a giant hand that covered the sky and the sun, with the patterns of the avenue spread all over it and the runes of rules hidden in it.

"Sun Wukong, this is the foundation of my Western religion. Let's see what else you can do!" Ran Deng said sarcastically.

He originally thought that after offering the Seven Treasures Magic Tree, Sun Wukong would definitely be defeated.

But he didn't expect that the Ruyi Jingu Bang in Sun Wukong's hand was not weaker than the Seven Treasures Tree.

Fortunately, the Saint Zhunti had already made preparations and left a trace of the Saint's power in the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

With the power of a saint, no matter how strong Sun Wukong is, what kind of trouble can he cause?
In his opinion, the power of the saint would be able to easily suppress Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong would inevitably become the guardian of their Western religion.

Today, the Journey to the West is only one step away from its end, and Western religion is about to flourish.

If Sun Wukong could join the Western Religion, with his talent and strength, it would be a double blessing for the Western Religion, and the prosperity of the Western Religion could be taken to a higher level.

Hearing Randeng's sarcasm and seeing the huge hand transformed by the power of the saint falling down, Sun Wukong's expression did not change at all.

On that big hand, he felt a powerful pressure that far exceeded that of a quasi-saint, and even a strong man like Jade Emperor Haotian could not compare to it.

It is obvious that with his strength, he is unable to block the power of the saint mentioned by Randang.

"I, Sun Wukong, refuse to accept the defeat!" Sun Wukong roared.

But even though he knew he was no match for his opponent, there was only unwillingness and endless desire to fight in his eyes.

He endured for many years during the journey to the West just to seek revenge on the Western Church and to get rid of his status as a pawn.

He was unwilling to let it end like this, unwilling to be suppressed again. Even when facing a force far beyond the quasi-saint level, he would not be easily shaken.

He was unwilling to surrender, and there was no fear in his heart, only the thought of fighting to the death.

While he was thinking, "The Monkey King's Prison-Suppressing Power" was already running at full capacity, and a terrifying aura was surging in all directions.

He danced with all his might in the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand. The holy light condensed on the Ruyi Jingu Bang, as if it could shake the earth.

His thoughts were clear, the particles in his body had been stimulated to the extreme, and his terrifying fighting spirit soared into the sky.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's aura began to fluctuate violently, like a volcanic eruption.

The terrifying power erupted completely, the void let out a mournful wail, and the avenue was shattered.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, and the golden light shining from his eyes had already fallen on the body of Master Ran Deng.

Under the pressure of a saint, he clenched the golden cudgel in his hand and swung it with difficulty.

The next moment, an extremely terrifying stick shadow emerged, illuminating the entire world.

This stick contained 840 million particles, which was beyond the level of an ordinary quasi-saint.

Seeing Sun Wukong deliver such an attack, the Western sect disciples, led by Ksitigarbha, kept shaking their heads.

In their view, after the power of the saint was manifested, Sun Wukong's fate was already determined.

But they didn't expect that after seeing the saintly power of his saintly master appear, Sun Wukong would actually choose to attack.

Such courage alone is enough to make them feel admiration.

Unfortunately, that big hand was made of the power of a saint. Even if Sun Wukong broke its limit, he had no room to fight back.

As for Randang, after seeing Sun Wukong's forceful attack, he was afraid of Sun Wukong's strength, but at the same time, he felt a little relieved in his heart.

He seemed to see the shadow of Lu Yuan in Sun Wukong. Such talent was truly amazing.

With Sun Wukong's talent, becoming a quasi-saint is definitely not the limit, and even becoming a peak quasi-saint is very likely.

From today onwards, Sun Wukong will inevitably become the guardian of Western religion and will be of great help to Western religion.

The better Sun Wukong's talent is, the more potential their Western religion will have, so he is naturally very happy.

While thinking, his gaze returned to Sun Wukong again.

Just as Randeng and others had expected, the seemingly invincible stick shadow instantly disappeared after coming into contact with the big hand formed by the power of the saint.

It was already extremely extraordinary that Sun Wukong could swing such a stick, but the gap in realm could never be made up.

Seeing this situation, no matter how unwilling Sun Wukong was, he knew that he could never be a match for this huge hand.

He stared at the big hand intently. He didn't want to be controlled by the Western religion, and didn't want to become a puppet of the Western religion.

But in this situation, he was no match for that big hand and didn't even have any method at all.

He thought he could change the identity of the chess piece and change his future, but the result was still the same!
On the other hand, many disciples of the Western Religion revealed satisfied smiles after seeing the stick shadow disappear.

Although there are many twists and turns in what happened today, Sun Wukong will eventually become the guardian of their Western religion.

Just when everyone in the Western Church thought the situation was settled and Sun Wukong was in despair, the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand suddenly moved.

The Ruyi Golden Cudgel flew out of his hand, and the light of merit and virtue emanated on its own, with a mysterious aura echoing in the air.

Immediately afterwards, a giant hand emerged from the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

A terrifying aura surrounded the giant hand, and the fluctuations of its aura also exceeded the level of a quasi-saint.

The giant hand turned into a fist, and the fist burst out with shocking light, revealing countless fist shadows, which slammed towards the big hand transformed by the power of the saint.

The fist's power was so overwhelming that it could be called world-shocking. Endless flames were attached to the fist's shadow. It was the runes of the Great Dao that were beating. It was dazzling to the extreme and terrifying to the extreme.

This punch broke through thousands of avenues, broke countless rules, and broke all obstacles.

"This? This is another power of a saint!" The expressions of Randeng and others changed drastically.

He naturally knew what this big hand was. It was also a power of a saint, and the aura it contained was even stronger than the saintly power of the Taoist Zhunti.

They originally thought that with the existence of the power of the saint, Sun Wukong's fate was already determined.

But they didn't expect that the Ruyi Jingu Bang actually contained the same power as another saint.

On the other hand, after seeing the unusual movement of the Ruyi Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong's hope was rekindled.

He originally thought that he was in grave danger and there was no chance of escaping his fate.

But he didn't expect that the situation would take a turn for the better. The Ruyi Jingu Bang, a precious treasure, actually also possessed the power of a saint.

After seeing this giant hand, he immediately confirmed the source of this saintly power.

The reason for this is that the Ruyi Jingu Bang has only passed through the hands of one person, and that is the saint Lu Yuan.

In addition, he was also very familiar with the aura emanating from this giant hand, which was the aura of Saint Lu Yuan.

At the same time, the aura of the Wushuang Fist Shadow had reached its peak, and the big hand transformed from the power of the saint finally pressed down.

"Boom!"

The fist shadow and the big hand collided with each other, and the vast sound waves resounded through the heaven and earth, surging in all directions, and the broken walls and ruins of the entire sacred mountain were cleared away.

Everyone's vision was focused on the center of the collision. The two saintly powers were in a stalemate, sweeping away all obstacles. The big hand transformed by the saintly power retreated one after another, while the fist shadow stood proudly in the void, motionless.

It is obvious that in this collision, Lu Yuan's saintly power has the upper hand.

The collision continued, a terrifying aura burst out, the whole world was shaking and rumbling, as if the end of the world was coming.

This is the true power of a saint. One thought can create the world, and one thought can also destroy the world.

Under the continuous bombardment of the unparalleled fist shadows, the big hand formed by the power of the saint gradually dimmed and finally completely dissipated.

Seeing this situation, Master Ran Deng was shocked and felt something was wrong.

However, the unparalleled fist shadow that had not yet dissipated did not stop there, but rushed straight towards him to suppress him.

He knew the pros and cons of the power of a saint, and with his strength, there was no way he could take this punch.

He could only use all his strength to activate the Seven Treasures Magic Tree, intending to use this magic weapon to block the Wushuang fist shadow.

The unparalleled fist shadow and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree collided again, thousands of rules appeared, and the laws of the great way were broken.

As the collision ended, the fist shadow formed by the power of the saint finally dissipated.

The light of the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was dim, as if it had lost its spirituality. No matter how Master Ran Deng activated it, this magic weapon remained unmoved.

"Randang, this is the essence of your Western religion!" Sun Wukong said loudly.

He would definitely not let go of such an opportunity to kill him while he still had time.

He was almost suppressed by the power of the saint. He was so angry that he had no place to vent it. He wanted to settle all the old and new grudges together and make Ran Deng pay.

While thinking, the Ruyi Jingu Bang had already been swung out and smashed towards Randeng.

Seeing this situation, Randeng no longer had any desire to fight and did not dare to face Sun Wukong at all.

He was no match for Sun Wukong to begin with. If it weren't for the Seven Treasures Magic Tree, he would have been killed by Sun Wukong's stick long ago.

But now, the Seven Treasures Magic Tree has lost its effect. If he faces Sun Wukong directly, the only outcome will be death.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind, which was to escape from here and make plans for the future.

But Sun Wukong would never give Ran Deng any chance. He swung out the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and the terrifying shadow of the stick smashed towards Ran Deng.

Seeing the shadow of the stick coming, Randeng's eyes were filled with fear and his heart was filled with despair.

Just when Randang thought he was doomed, repeated Buddhist chants rang out behind him, and seven-colored light filled the heavens.

Suddenly, seven-colored precious light appeared, and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, which had lost its spirituality, regained its vitality.

Inside the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree, it seemed as if a world was hidden within it, with the sun, moon, and stars shining brightly within.

The void trembled, and all kinds of treasures kept falling, like water dripping from the eaves.

The Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree burst out with a terrifying force far beyond what it had just done, blocking the extremely terrifying stick shadow.

At the same time, a figure appeared in front of Randang, looking at Sun Wukong with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Master, for your help!" said Randeng.

The person in front of him was none other than Patriarch Bodhi. Only Patriarch Bodhi could make the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree unleash its true power.

As for Ksitigarbha and others, after seeing the appearance of Bodhi Patriarch, they finally put their minds at ease.

Patriarch Bodhi is one of the three corpses of the saint Cundi, and he is in charge of the top-grade innate spiritual treasure that belongs to him.

Sun Wukong's strength was indeed beyond their imagination, but in front of Patriarch Bodhi, he could not cause any waves at all.

"Sun Wukong, do you still remember your master?" said Patriarch Bodhi with a smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already activated the Seven Treasures Magic Tree with all his strength, and the terrifying pressure swept towards Sun Wukong.

"Of course I remember, but you are not worthy to be my master!" Sun Wukong snorted coldly.

From what Senior Black Mist said, he had long known the true identity of Patriarch Bodhi, and he even guessed that Patriarch Bodhi was the real mastermind behind the scenes.

In his opinion, Patriarch Bodhi, who had always been plotting against him, was not worthy of being his master.

His cultivation and his skills have nothing to do with Patriarch Bodhi.

"I taught you martial arts and passed on magical powers to you, but did I ever lie?

If it weren't for the friendship between master and disciple, I would have taken action long ago!" Bodhi Patriarch said coldly.

The reason why he persuaded like this was naturally because he wanted Sun Wukong to join the Western religion willingly.

It would be best if Sun Wukong could join the Western religion wholeheartedly.

Of course, if Sun Wukong disobeyed, he would not be polite to him.

"Do you really think that I, Old Sun, don't know your purpose? You taught me martial arts and passed on my magical powers, but you just want me to be your pawn!

"Go and see if what I have learned today has anything to do with you!" Sun Wukong said in a deep voice.

In his opinion, Patriarch Bodhi, who guided him on the path of cultivating immortals, was not a teacher at all.

There was a purpose in teaching him how to practice, not to mention that the techniques he taught him were also reserved, and he even plotted against him repeatedly.

In his heart, the mysterious man who taught him "The Monkey King's Prison Power" can be considered his real teacher!

"Below the saints, everyone is a chess piece. Even if someone wants to be a chess piece, he may not have such an opportunity!" Patriarch Bodhi snorted coldly.

After hearing what Sun Wukong said, he no longer had any expectations for him.

Since Sun Wukong doesn't appreciate his kindness, he doesn't intend to be polite to him. He has too many ways to make Sun Wukong surrender.

As he spoke, the Seven Treasures Magic Tree had already moved towards suppressing Sun Wukong.

In the hands of Patriarch Bodhi, the power of this innate spiritual treasure erupted completely. The entire sky rumbled, the void shattered, and the road broke.

Seeing that Randang was going to attack again, Sun Wukong was not afraid at all, only endless fighting spirit in his eyes.

"You are indeed the mastermind behind this. From today on, I, Sun Wukong, will break off all ties with you!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

He had witnessed the battle at Lingshan with his own eyes, so he was naturally aware of Patriarch Bodhi's strength. Even if the three quasi-saints joined forces, they were no match for Patriarch Bodhi.

Moreover, he already felt a great pressure from the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree.

But even though he knew the risk was high, he didn't want to give up easily. Now that things had developed to this point, he would never surrender.

Along the way, he never forgot his goal.

He wanted to seek revenge on Ran Deng, to get rid of his status as a pawn, and to find out the mastermind behind the scenes.

He was unwilling to let it end like this, unwilling to become a puppet of the Western religion. Even if he had to face the three corpses of the saints, he would give it a try.

At this moment, the "Monkey God's Prison-Suppressing Power" was already in full operation. He tightly grasped the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand, and the Golden Cudgel was pointed directly at Bodhi Patriarch. (End of this chapter)