Chapter 1215 Its Owner Is Qitian Da...

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Sun Wukong's face was bleeding, the cassocks on his body became dilapidated, and his steps were very slow.

The monks around were staring at the figure of Sun Wukong, clenching their fists subconsciously.

They neither want Lord Nine Emperors to lose, nor do they want to see Monkey King fail miserably...

Sun Wukong raised his hand, and the Ruyi golden hoop stick not far from Zhang Ziling flew directly to Sun Wukong's hand, and was firmly held by Sun Wukong.

Feeling the thick feeling brought by the golden hoop stick, Sun Wukong also felt at ease.

"Donor, next, you can be careful." Sun Wukong looked at Zhang Ziling and said lightly.

A mysterious aura suddenly filled the surroundings.

Sun Wukong, only now has the power that truly belongs to a saint.

Under the pressure of Sun Wukong, even Yang Jian could not stand in the air and fall outside the battle circle.

When the surrounding monks saw Yang Jian falling in front of them, their bodies suddenly became extremely stiff, and they stepped back subconsciously.

Jingu, but they are enemies.

Now that Yang Jian was around them, the cultivators felt a lot of pressure and did not dare to be presumptuous around them.

"You stay here, you don't have to leave." Yang Jian said to the monks indifferently, "With the Demon Emperor here, I can't do anything to you."

Hearing Yang Jian's words, the cultivators also trembled, and finally stayed where they were.

Although they were still very afraid of Erlangshen, but Yang Jian didn't let them go, they naturally didn't dare to go.

Yang Jian didn't care about what the monks were thinking now, he had already put all his attention on the Devil Emperor and Sun Wukong.

Now that Sun Wukong has mobilized the power of the saints, and his breath has climbed to the limit, the next battle... can become a reference for the saints.

But now, although Yang Jian has not seen the true strength of the Devil Emperor, he has begun to have a vague understanding of what the Devil Emperor relies on to kill the Lord.

"Have you become polite? This set is like an ancient Buddha burning a lamp." Zhang Ziling looked at Sun Wukong's calm appearance,

A smile flashed in his eyes.

Although Zhang Ziling just saw a rebellious figure faintly from Jin Guang, but from now on, Zhang Ziling can't find the trace of rebelliousness in Sun Wukong again.

After Sun Wukong used the power of the saint, he seemed to have completely entered a state of "selflessness", as cold as a machine.

Seeing what Sun Wukong looks like now, Zhang Ziling also understands why Sun Wukong was reluctant to mobilize the power of the saint in the first place.

Perhaps when suppressing his own strength, Sun Wukong can still feel a little bit of his own temperature.

At least angry.

Zhang Ziling didn't go too deep, just smiled: "It seems that the subconscious of the great sage doesn't like the way it is now."

"The great sage is dead, please don't read, now my name is..."

The ground on which Sun Wukong was standing suddenly shattered, and then Sun Wukong appeared behind Zhang Ziling, and the golden hoop in his hand cut through the space.

"Fight to defeat the Buddha."

Sun Wukong's voice fell, and the golden cudgel swung towards Zhang Ziling.

boom!

Zhang Ziling disappeared on the spot, the golden hoop smashed the ground, smashed the ground again, and the gravel splashed everywhere.

When he hit and swung into the air, Sun Wukong was not surprised at all, just smashed back with the golden cudgel in his hand, which happened to be where Zhang Ziling was standing now.

Zhang Ziling didn't hide this time. The dark demonic energy around him turned into a giant hand, and he held Sun Wukong's golden cudgel. The violent demonic energy immediately spread and raged around.

Seeing Zhang Ziling's demonic energy blocking his blow, Sun Wukong's eyes changed slightly, and he wanted to withdraw the stick.

"Huh?" Sun Wukong exerted a little force, but the golden hoop rod remained motionless.

"Remember what I said to you before?" Zhang Ziling couldn't help but smile when he saw Sun Wukong's surprised expression.

"what?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes, apparently not knowing what Zhang Ziling was referring to.

"That is……"

The demonic energy slowly dissipated, and Zhang Ziling reached out and held Sun Wukong's wishful golden hoop.

Seeing Zhang Ziling's actions, Sun Wukong's eyes changed slightly.

"Your wishful golden hoop rod is out of control now!"

As soon as Zhang Ziling finished speaking, the monks stared blankly as Zhang Ziling forcibly took the Ruyi Golden Hoop from Sun Wukong's hand.

"No, impossible!"

Yang Jian watched Sun Wukong let go and exclaimed, completely unable to believe what he saw.

The Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod is the Dinghai Divine Needle, one of the chaotic artifacts. Once it is recognized as the master, other people can no longer hold the Golden Hoop Rod.

However, Yang Jian watched helplessly as Zhang Ziling snatched the golden cudgel from Sun Wukong!

This subverted Yang Jian's cognition.

"Ru-Yi Golden Hoop?" Sun Wukong looked at his empty hands in disbelief, and his body began to tremble slightly.

How could he let go?

No matter how powerful the Devil Emperor is, Sun Wukong never thought that the Ruyi Golden Hoop would be taken away from him by others.

The Ruyi Golden Hoop is spiritual, and it can choose its own owner.

Since Sun Wukong took out the Ruyi Golden Hoop in the East China Sea, the Ruyi Golden Hoop has been with him all the time.

It can be said that the Ruyi Golden Hoop is Sun Wukong's most trusted friend.

As long as the golden hoop stick is in hand, Sun Wukong can feel infinite peace of mind.

But... why?

Sun Wukong couldn't believe that the golden hoop would leave him!

For the current Sun Wukong, it was as if a closest friend betrayed him at the most critical moment, and Sun Wukong even felt despair because of it.

"Why?" Sun Wukong asked in a trembling voice as he watched Zhang Ziling pick up the Ruyi Golden Hoop.

Sun Wukong could see that Zhang Ziling did not forcefully use his strength to take away the golden hoop rod, but... the golden hoop rod chose Zhang Ziling.

"Why are you able to pick up the wishful golden cudgel?" Sun Wukong couldn't believe it, and was even a little scared. For Sun Wukong, he was more afraid of the golden cudgel leaving him than death!

Even if Sun Wukong would rather die, he does not want to see the golden hoop stick away from him.

Since becoming a Buddha... Sun Wukong has been alone.

"Tell me...why?" Sun Wukong slumped to his knees, his hands on the ground, his eyes became confused.

Losing the golden cudgel, Sun Wukong instantly lost his will to fight.

Sun Wukong's eyes began to redden and became wet.

"Why can I pick up the golden hoop stick?" Zhang Ziling stroked the surface of the golden hoop stick, his eyes became deep, "I think you should know better than anyone else..."

"The owner of the golden hoop... is called Monkey King."

Sun Wukong's body shook violently!

boom!

Zhang Ziling stuck the golden hoop stick in front of Sun Wukong, and the earth calmed down.

Seeing this scene, the cultivators felt very worried for some reason.

Zhang Ziling looked at Sun Wukong, who was kneeling down, his expression became calm, and he said quietly: "Try now, can you still pick it up, this wishful golden hoop stick."

"Fight to defeat the Buddha."

Sun Wukong's eyes widened, and a look of fear appeared on his face.

He is now... Fighting Victory Buddha.