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Sun Wukong's momentum is getting stronger and stronger, and the surging power of the saint is not under the control of Sun Wukong, and it erupts from his body without restriction.

Yang Jian was overwhelmed by Sun Wukong's aura, so he could only use the divine power in his body with all his strength to resist Sun Wukong's unconscious pressure.

Yang Jian couldn't bear the pressure that Sun Wukong radiated unconsciously. Yang Jian couldn't imagine how terrifying it would be if Sun Wukong pressed all his aura on him!

However, with the current level of Sun Wukong's rising momentum, Yang Jian also knew that sooner or later he would not be able to hold on.

Now, Yang Jian's only hope is that Sun Wukong can wake up before he can't hold it anymore, and then suppress his rampant momentum.

Compared to Sun Wukong's runaway momentum, the Buddha's side was much quieter. He just sat cross-legged in the air, like an old man on the verge of death.

Yang Jian could not feel any imposing manner from the Buddha's body.

"Come on, I can't hold it anymore..."

The armor around Yang Jian's body has been shattered, and fine blood beads have appeared all over his body. Obviously, the blood vessels in Yang Jian's body can no longer withstand the huge pressure of Sun Wukong, and burst.

Just when Yang Jian was in despair, Sun Wukong stood up from the ground, the hair all over his body stood upside down, and his cassock ignited a fiery flame, looking like a dazzling star.

Feeling the change of Sun Wukong, Buddha opened his eyes slightly and glanced at Sun Wukong, frowned at first, and then closed his eyes again and meditated.

"It will take a while, but... it's too late!"

Sun Wukong was covered in flames, and the golden cudgel vibrated violently in front of him, as if to cheer Sun Wukong's return.

After Sun Wukong stood up, Yang Jian suddenly felt relieved, and the momentum that Sun Wukong pressed on him completely disappeared.

"How long have I waited for today?" Sun Wukong's deep voice sounded in the sky, and his tone was full of emotion.

"Since I was crushed by the Five Fingers Mountain, I have never felt so free." Sun Wukong opened his arms and took a deep breath.

"Still waiting for this moment..." Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Buddha opened his eyes again,

Looking at Sun Wukong with his arms outstretched, he sighed slightly.

"Forget it, it's my life to learn that I lost my trust. Since I can't get you, I will destroy it." The Buddha stood up and looked at Sun Wukong with a very indifferent look.

The Buddha could feel that the monkey... had come back.

However, the Buddha is also ready. He sacrificed the relics in his body and forced himself to restore the peak state...

"That is one of my ten precious relics, a one-time treasure that can never be regenerated. If you don't give me a little fun, I will be very unhappy!" Buddha stood in the void, his eyes indifferent To the extreme, a gigantic momentum permeated from the Buddha's body.

Sun Wukong opened his eyes, the confusion in his eyes disappeared, and his eyes became clear and pure.

The wishful golden hoop is jumping beside Sun Wukong, it can clearly feel...

Monkey King is back.

"Old Tathagata..." Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick, the cassock on his body was burned to ashes, and then a set of purple-gold armor condensed around Sun Wukong.

boom!

The ground that Sun Wukong stepped on shattered instantly, and Sun Wukong and the golden hoop rod disappeared in place, Yang Jian only felt a strong wind blowing on his face.

"So fast!" Yang Jian couldn't see Sun Wukong's movements at all, and before he could react, Yang Jian saw that Sun Wukong was already holding the golden hoop and flew above the Buddha.

A fiery flame was swirling around the Ruyi Golden Hoop, and the mighty might of a sage erupted from Sun Wukong's body, causing the surrounding space to collapse.

"My grandson is back!"

Sun Wukong held the Ruyi golden cudgel in both hands and slammed it into the Buddha's head.

when! ! !

The Buddha's body quickly condensed a golden dharma image, and Sun Wukong smashed the dharma image with a stick. The harsh impact echoed in the sky, and the terrifying shock wave spread around, and there were waves on the six-sided lock world.

Yang Jian was rushed out by the aftermath of the shock, and the whole person slammed directly into the six-sided lock world, vomiting blood.

Even the gods bear the impact of not knowing Sun Wukong and Buddha.

Fa Xiang and Ruyi golden hoop collided violently, the surrounding space began to collapse rapidly, endless spiritual power rioted, and the sky was dark.

"Old Tathagata, your strength has gone further!" Sun Wukong looked at the Buddha and laughed loudly. It seemed that such a fierce battle made him very excited, and a pair of eyes lit up with golden light.

"Sun Wukong!" Buddha looked at Sun Wukong and laughed, and there was a gloom in his eyes, "You are too presumptuous!"

boom!

The power that the Buddha exchanged with the relic showed its due power at this moment. Sun Wukong only felt a huge force pouring out from the dharma, and then the golden hoop stick in Sun Wukong's hand was bounced out.

Before Sun Wukong could react, the Buddha instantly stepped in front of Sun Wukong and slapped his palm on Sun Wukong's chest.

"puff!"

Sun Wukong felt that his ribs were snapped off, blood arrows spewed out of his mouth, and his whole body was blasted out by the Buddha.

The Buddha grabbed Sun Wukong's golden cudgel, looked at Sun Wukong, who fell to the ground, and smiled: "Wukong, after so many years, you haven't made any progress."

"Why don't you just use the Buddhist mind method again, it's far more powerful than the sorcery." Buddha said contemptuously to Sun Wukong with a smile on his face.

This palm made the Buddha sweep away the haze before.

After a collision with Sun Wukong, the Buddha had already figured out the strength of Sun Wukong.

In other words, Sun Wukong is no threat in the eyes of Buddha.

"Really?" Sun Wukong got up from the ground, although his breath was very unstable, but his eyes were full of smiles.

Seeing Sun Wukong's eyes, Buddha suddenly felt that something was wrong.

But before the Buddha could react, he said that the golden hoop he grabbed suddenly became extremely soft and turned into a rope to bind the Buddha.

Buddha suddenly felt that the power in his body was imprisoned, and the golden hoop became tighter and tighter.

"What?" The Buddha tried hard to open the Ruyi golden hoop, but the harder the Buddha tried, the tighter the golden hoop would shrink, making the Buddha extremely uncomfortable.

"The Ruyi golden hoop stick is a chaotic artifact. If you can even break free, then we don't have to fight, I just surrender."

Sun Wukong clapped his hands, reattached the broken bones in his body, and flew to the Buddha, looking at the Buddha and jokingly said: "If you recognize the Lord's chaotic artifact, you dare to grab it casually, should I call you stupid or not? stupid?"

"The wishful golden hoop stick is much harder to deal with than the tight hoop curse!"

"You!" Hearing Sun Wukong's ridicule, the Buddha's eyes were full of anger, and he once again mobilized the strength in his body to break the shackles of the golden hoop.

However, no matter how hard the Buddha struggled, it was useless.

"Next, it's time for revenge!" Sun Wukong was not worried that the Buddha could break free, his eyes were full of excitement, and he even stretched out his hands to squeeze the Buddha's face.

"Sun Wukong...you're going too far."

"I'm... really angry!"