Journey to the West: Six Ears of Rebirth

Chapter 451 He is the Golden Cicada

"What?! He's so strong!" Fu Hu Luohan said in surprise, he really couldn't see that the young boy opposite had such great strength.

"You must be careful, he is very powerful!" Jianglong Luohan said weakly.

"I will!" Fu Hu nodded solemnly, staring at Jin Chan'er sharply, his tone was very unfriendly, "Boy, you dare to hurt Jianglong, I won't let you go, die!"

The corners of Jianglong's eyes trembled, as if thinking of something, he grabbed Fuhu tightly.

Jin Chan'er looked calm, waiting for the resurrected Arhat's attack.But at the next moment, a gust of wind blew up, and Jin Chan'er couldn't help closing his eyes. When he opened them, he had a weird expression on his face.

"So, ran away!?"

Jin Chan'er was a little stunned, he was very surprised.A moment ago, he still vowed loudly to avenge his companions and would not let himself go.After he took it seriously, the next moment he turned into a strong wind and ran away.Moreover, the speed of escape made Jin Chan'er unable to react in time.

"This is the Tiger Arhat!" Jin Chan'er was speechless, with the corners of her mouth trembling.

At this moment, Fuhu and Jianglong left the range of Jin Chan'er at an extremely fast speed, and even changed their appearance with lightning speed.Then it turned into a ray of light and descended from the sky, and landed in an unremarkable deep mountain and old forest, only then did he heave a sigh of relief.

Looking at Fu Hu's appearance, Jiang Long held his forehead speechlessly: "I knew how you would have the courage to confront him head-on, and you are really planning to run away!"

"Nonsense, I felt that kid's abnormality after a thousand miles away, stay there and wait for death, labor and capital saved you, so stop talking nonsense!" Fu Hu said angrily, and then looked at the sky with deep eyes The battlefield said, "I don't know when this battle will end, and we don't know how many people will be stained with blood when we participate. They are all innocent."

Jiang Long was speechless: "Please don't make excuses for your timidity!"

"I'm going to fuck you. Is labor and capital cowardly? Is it cowardly? Have you forgotten who accompanied you to fight the old black wind demon at that time, and who accompanied you to defeat the stone man? I am cowardly, how could it be possible?" ?” Fu Hu said angrily.

"You are timid, look at your legs yourself!" Jiang Long was even more speechless.

Fu Hu lowered his head and saw that his two stubby legs were trembling a long time ago, almost unable to stand still, trembling like two fat bamboo poles in the strong wind, which made his face turn red in an instant.

"Made, I finally escaped!" Fu Hu took a long breath, and just sat down on the ground, panting heavily, "Okay, even if Laozi is afraid, you also stay here for me , we will go out after this war is over."

"Bodhisattva will blame us." Jianglong said with a headache.

"What are you blaming? Didn't you kill so many Confucian disciples? You only have gong." Fu Hu said angrily, then snorted heavily, and fell asleep with his arms on his head.

Jianglong shook his head and closed his eyes speechlessly.This old friend has been with him since he was a young monk, no matter what, it is for his own good, he still knows in his heart.Fuhu is timid, and with his temperament in this battle, he should have escaped immediately, but at the moment when he was in danger, he suddenly appeared to save himself, just this, moved Jianglong very much.

"Fuhu, thank you!" Jianglong said seriously in his heart after taking a deep look at the sleeping Fuhu.

Jin Chan'er couldn't find the figure of Jianglong Fuhu at all, and the two seemed to have disappeared in this battlefield.After searching for a while, he gave up.This vast battlefield is not just subduing dragons and subduing tigers.He stepped forward and rushed into the center of the battlefield.

The battle here is the most intense, with disciples of the two religions constantly screaming and falling from the sky.The blood rain turned the sky into crimson clouds with a bloody smell, which lasted for a long time.And under the earth, several blood-colored rivers formed.Many strong people who have become immortals will spurt out their thick blood, like rivers and lakes.

Jin Chan'er's expression turned grim, he knew that this was the most terrifying battlefield, where there was only life and death.He swung his fists, powerful and thick power surged out, and erupted from his body like a volcanic eruption, sweeping across the large area in front of the strong Western sect.The next moment, there was a rumbling sound, which was drowned out by the roar within a breath.

Large pieces of corpses fell from the clouds, and Jin Chan'er's front became clean.His powerful power instantly shocked countless people and turned countless strong people back.

"Who is he?"

This question flashed through countless people's minds, but in an instant they were involved in the battle before them again, hiding this question in their hearts.At this moment, Jin Chan'er's terrifying combat power was fully displayed. He was like a tiger, roaring and tearing the enemies to pieces wherever he went.

"Control him for me, speed!" A roar came from the sky, and the people of the Western religion finally noticed Jin Chan'er, and four or five streamers of light pierced the sky and came here.

"Protect him, don't let him get hurt!" Among the Confucianists, some people also recognized Jin Chan'er's identity, and at the same time, several figures came here.

In an instant, this huge battlefield became boiling because of Jin Chan'er alone.Jin Chan'er was in the center of the storm, and the luck of the two religions seemed to have changed at this moment. Under his slight influence, there was a strange change.Sharp-eyed people noticed that the power of luck hovering over the Western religion and the dragon of luck hovering over the Confucian religion seemed to have a small amount of luck starting to emanate from them, moving slowly towards Jin Chan'er's body. Wander away.

"This is!?" In Daleiyin Temple, Tathagata Buddha looked at the young man in the middle of the battlefield in surprise, "Who is he?"

Facing his former disciple, the Patriarch of Ten Thousand Buddhas was somewhat unrecognizable.It can only be said that King Chuanhe's unique training was too weird, and he even changed Jin Chan'er's breath unconsciously.At this moment, Jin Chan'er still has the weak and powerless look she had two months ago.

Just standing there, the power of the heavy body suppresses the space, just like a powerful god and demon.The power of qi and blood is like an erupting volcano, overwhelming the enemies in front of him so that it is difficult to even move.And the buddha power in his body, which was still integrated into his soul through cultivation, disappeared even more.

"Senior's disciple is so powerful!" Mencius stared at Jin Chan'er, shocked.

In Daleiyin Temple, Tathagata Buddha counted, and it took only three breaths, so he widened his eyes and looked at the young figure.

"He is the golden cicada!"

"what?"

The court was full of Buddhas, and countless Bodhisattvas, gods and Buddhas all looked over.They stared closely at the Buddha, and then looked at the young figure, and their hearts were full of not being able to die.The young man in the arena was cold all over, and his physical body was terrifyingly strong. How could he be that weak golden cicada who survived only by the protection of others?
(End of this chapter)