Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

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Thunder added, Jiang Hao was in the sea of thunder, his skin was open, his body was scorched black, and the light golden fairy blood was splattering, and he suffered unimaginable damage.

“Refreshing!”

Jiang Hao roared, how can a real man cry pain, he has to be cool in pain.

Compared with Jiang Hao’s state, Guanyin was much more miserable, she was covered in white smoke by the thunder and electricity, almost scorched, and was almost smashed by the thunder heavenly power.

If they are not sanctified, they are all ants, and they all have to tremble under the power of heaven!

“Nan no Amitabha Buddha! Nan no Amitabha Buddha…”

Avalokiteśvara continued to chant the Buddha’s trumpet, and Western bliss continued to pour in merit and faith to repair his bodhisattva’s golden body.

“Rip and pull!” “Boom!”

Tianwei was mighty, and he seemed to sense that two people were crossing the calamity, and the Heavenly Tribulation seemed to have been provoked, and a large piece of thunder poured down.

Red, purple, gold, black, silver white, multicolored thunder light fell, thousands of ways, forming a torrent, vast, incomparably terrifying.

With such a big momentum, how could it not alarm Li Shimin and Tang Monk, Li Shimin secretly glanced at it, only to feel that his eyelids jumped, and a heart palpitation came straight from the fierce chest to his head.

“Tell me, what kind of Heavenly Immortal Tribulation is this?” Li Shimin exclaimed.

“Your Majesty, please don’t look at your eyes!” The Tang monk persuaded again, and then dragged Li Shimin back and turned his back to Cang Sheng with him.

“Your Majesty, you see that lark is blushing!” The Tang monk pointed to a lark not far away.

Li Shimin: “………………”

The thunder tide was surging, extremely blazing, burying Jiang Hao and Guanyin below, and I don’t know how much thunder bombarded Jiang Hao’s body.

Just listen, the bones rattle, very harsh; I saw that the golden blood continued to splash, there was Jiang Hao’s blood, but more was Buddha blood.

“Eight Nine Xuangong, turn it to me!”

Jiang Hao drank heavily, and at this moment, he never stopped practicing, and all the major exercises were running, among which “Eight Nine Xuan Gong” was the most, and the green mangs were prosperous.

Thunder is both destruction and vitality, with the power of thunder, pounding flesh and blood, condensing in every way, guiding in every way, reshaping its shape, and evolving spirituality.

Jiang Hao could clearly feel his transformation, his pores were dripping blood, his body was bright red, and the blood turned into a raging fire.

He actually spontaneously combusted? The flames rushed to the sky, washing the flesh.

“Gaa

Jiang Hao’s golden body, like colorful glass, was collapsing and shattering, and then it was reborn in the divine flame, shining with golden light.

At this moment, Jiang Hao, whether from the inside out or from the outside to the inside, is a brilliant and golden sparkle.

From bone to flesh and blood, there has been a huge change, no dust, only one divinity.

The divine skill turns around, and the golden body is not bad!

This golden body, not the golden body, is immaculate, invulnerable to swords and guns, invincible to fire and water, and the flesh becomes a spirit. It is far from being comparable to the so-called golden body of Arhat, the golden body of Bodhisattva, and the golden body of Buddha.

The so-called golden body of Arhat is because most of the Arhat Buddha statues in the world are cast in gold, and believers visit worship day and night, faith and merit converge, and over time, it becomes a magical power.

Even if Luo Han does not cultivate his physical body, his physical body is far stronger than other immortals, and he has not seen a group of Luo Han appear, are all kinds of golden sparkles.

“Boom!”

Another thunder fell, the heavens and the earth trembled, and the purple light entwined Jiang Hao, but unfortunately it was only on his golden body, leaving a faint white trace.

“Poof!”

Guanyin was affected, a large mouthful of golden Buddha blood spurted out, and the bodhisattva’s golden body cracked all over, like porcelain, full of cracks.

The power of faith and merit is also weakening, but countless Buddhas have spent countless years accumulating, how can they endlessly provide for them, and if they borrow it, they still have to pay it back.

“Hey, how the power has weakened, it’s the same as sparing itching!”

Jiang Hao held Guanyin and said with a grin, and then squeezed his hands harder, and his strength directly increased several times compared to before.

The bodhisattva’s golden body was shattering, and his internal organs were also squeezed, and Guanyin was unable to say a word at this moment, obviously at the moment of life and death.

“Enough!”

Above the void, there was a boom, and as he saw a big hand slowly descending and crushing towards Jiang Hao.

“I am good at cultivating the Qi of Haoran!”

With the same burst, the Confucian sound filled the sky, and I saw the boundless Haoran righteous qi condensed, turning into a lightsaber and directly piercing through that big hand.

Mencius crossed the void, his true body came, he was dressed in Confucian clothes, his style was peerless, his clear eyes were so pure that he did not have a trace of distractions, tachyness, and righteousness.

“Snap!”

A birdsong sounded through Jiuxiao, still that sun, or that golden crow, the endless sun golden flame rolled, turning into a rain of fire towards Jiang Hao.

“Fooling the small with the big is not good!”

Confucius also appeared, speaking with a northeastern accent, and waved his sleeve to directly stop the golden flame in the sky.

Jiang Hao’s gaze was Ling Ran, and the Immortal Sword Pattern in his right hand was trembling, but because of Mencius and Confucius, it fell silent again.

“You want to protect her, I won’t let her!”

“On that day, the Buddha came to ferry me, today, I came to cross the Buddha, and this will take you to Western bliss!”

Jiang Hao laughed loudly, resisted the thunder, hugged his hands and squeezed wildly, and with a bang, Guanyin was pinched and exploded alive, burning Buddha blood, burning Jiang Hao’s body.

Really, holding my sister in my arms and killing too!

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