Great Antiquity: Opening Projection Saint Talent

"Then now that Sun Wukong is taken away by Lao Jun, I'm afraid it will be more fortunate than good."

Taiyi Jiu Ku Tianzun frowned and said in a deep voice.

"This deity has done his best at this time."

"This monkey is in Lao Jun's hands, and only the Second Saint of the West can save it."

Haotian sighed lightly and said somewhat helplessly.

In the entire heavenly court, Taishang Laojun is an extremely transcendent existence.

Because Taishang Laojun's deity is the Taiqing sage.

Although the good corpse has entered the heavenly court, the heavenly sage must give three points to him.

Now Sun Wukong has been taken away by Laojun, there is no one except the saint.

At the same time, the thirty-three days of the heavenly court were separated from the heaven and led the palace.

Taishang Laojun sacrificed the gossip furnace.

Sun Wukong suppressed it in the palm of his hand and watched him struggle frantically.

"Tai Shang Lao Jun, let my grandson go!"

"Master!"

Sun Wukong shouted loudly and struggled.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the vastness of the holy majesty, and the two great saints, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti, came at the same time.

"Sage Taiqing

, show mercy!"

"Even though Wukong is at fault, he won't be executed in the end!"

Reception and Zhunti spoke quickly.

"Provoking heaven, committing monstrous sins, and dying a hundred times is enough."

Taishang Laojun shook his head and threw Sun Wukong into the gossip furnace in front of the two great saints.

"Do not!"

"Master, save me!"

Sun Wukong was thrown into the gossip furnace like this.

"Huh!"

For a time, the divine fire raged, and the true fire of Samadhi raged wildly in it, with the power to burn the void.

"Goku!"

Zhun Ti looked surprised and said in a shocked voice.

The next moment, Yingyin and Zhunti were ready to forcibly save people.

"Two fellow Daoists, I'd better go to Tianwaitian to chat."

Suddenly, a voice sounded, and the deity of Lao Tzu suddenly descended, taking the two directly to the outer sky.

Above the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda of Heaven and Earth, the light of Xuanhuang hangs down, suppressing the void of the universe.

In the Tusita Palace, Taishang Laojun looked calm, watching Sun Wukong screaming in the gossip furnace.

Under the burning of the true fire of Samadhi, Sun Wukong began to be burned to the point of tearing his skin to pieces.

"Sun Wukong, if you can survive in this gossip furnace this time, it should be your life or not."

"The poor way will let you live."

Taishang Laojun said slowly with deep eyes.

"Ox-nosed old way! My old grandson won't die, I must avenge this!"

Sun Wukong roared again and again and shouted sharply.

"Stubborn!"

Taishang Laojun snorted coldly and said lightly.

"Does my grandson really want to be extinct in this gossip furnace?"

In the gossip furnace, Sun Wukong was enveloped by the endless fire of Samadhi, and his Yuanshen suffered severe pain.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a soft sound rang out, and a looming rune mark flickered indefinitely.

Sun Wukong's spirit was shocked, and his eyes were fixed on the mark that exuded a mysterious energy.

"Gossip about the universe, eight palace attributes, the Sun Palace is the wind, there is wind but no fire!"