Journey to the West: Characters from the Heavens

Just when Emperor Fengdu dispersed the monkey hair clones in the sky and smiled, Sun Wukong had already disappeared behind Emperor Fengdu and hit Emperor Fengdu on the head with a stick!

"Bang!" There was a sound, and the power contained in the golden cudgel was more than ten thousand! The imperial crown on the head of Emperor Fengdu exploded instantly, his hair was scattered, and his body fell uncontrollably, and fell heavily to the ground.

A bottomless pit!

"Gulu!" Many powerful men with a little cultivation swallowed their saliva subconsciously. They did not expect that Sun Wukong would be so cruel and really beat Emperor Fengdu to such a state of embarrassment!

Even in the 500 years since Sun Wukong was wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace, he has never encountered a powerful person like Emperor Fengdu. The most powerful person Sun Wukong has ever encountered was Tai Yi, whose thunder should turn into Tianzun Wang Lingguan. Moreover, Sun Wukong did not win, just

It's just a good match.

Unexpectedly, Sun Wukong, who had been suppressed by Wuzhishan for five hundred years, turned out to be even more ferocious!

At this time, some monks with lower cultivation levels even turned around and left, not daring to watch anymore, for fear that the battle would become too big and bring disaster to Chiyu.

"you wanna die!"

Just like the sound coming from the Nine Netherworld echoed between heaven and earth, from the deep pit, Emperor Fengdu soared into the sky, his crown and hair restored to their original appearance. It was unexpectedly that he rushed out after regaining his image. No wonder it took him so long.

At this time, Emperor Fengdu's body was filled with the aura of the underworld, which was the breath of the gods of the underworld. As one of the highest gods in the underworld, Emperor Fengdu was naturally able to control this powerful power, even if he was not in the underworld now.

"Uh! What is it? Let me go, Sun!" The endless Netherworld Qi instantly restrained Sun Wukong. Even with the speed of his somersault cloud, he could not escape from the Netherworld Qi.

At this time, Sun Wukong felt as if he was trapped under Wuzhi Mountain again, without the ability to move. He did not expect that Emperor Fengdu was so powerful, and the magical powers he used were not inferior to those of Tathagata Buddha!

Sun Wukong didn’t know that this netherworld energy was caused by Emperor Fengdu using the power of the highest god in the underworld. Although Emperor Fengdu was not as powerful as Tathagata Buddha, when it came to the personality of the gods, Emperor Fengdu was no worse than Tathagata Buddha!

"You monkey, today, I will let you know who should be provoked and who should not be provoked!" The anger in Emperor Fengdu's heart did not dissipate just because his appearance recovered, because Emperor Fengdu knew that he was in such a mess just now

His appearance has been noticed by many people.

Even if Emperor Fengdu is better than Sun Wukong, the scene just now is enough to disgrace Emperor Fengdu!

"I heard that you have experienced the punishment of heaven without any injuries?" Emperor Fengdu squinted his eyes slightly, and the ghostly aura on his body became more and more intense. "The punishment of heaven is still too kind, but the punishment of my underworld is different.

Yes, today, I will let you feel it!"

"Hehe, the punishment of the underworld? I want to experience it!" Sun Wukong chuckled. Although he couldn't move at this time, at least he couldn't lose his momentum. "If I, the old sun, screamed, even if your punishment in the underworld is severe,

,How about it?"

"I hope you won't regret it..." Emperor Fengdu suddenly laughed when he heard this, "Although you have the body of King Kong, your soul has never had the body of King Kong!"

Emperor Fengdu waved his hand, and instantly Sun Wukong felt as if he was in hell. An iron plier caught Sun Wukong's tongue and pulled it out suddenly!

Tongue pulling hell!

At this moment, Sun Wukong did not feel any pain in his body, and he was even able to follow the pull of the iron pliers and extend his tongue.

However, the pain coming from his soul made Sun Wukong's body tremble, and cold sweat broke out on his body. This feeling seemed to have been felt by Sun Wukong when the golden cudgel was tightened, and it penetrated into the pit of his heart.

Pain that penetrates the soul!

"Okay! You are worthy of the famous Monkey King!" Emperor Fengdu specially praised Sun Wukong, but he was not slow in his move. Scissor Hell appeared, and endless pain appeared on Sun Wukong's ten fingers.

As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to the heart, and the heartbreaking pain from the fingers is even more painful, penetrating into the bone marrow and soul. Sun Wukong's face is pale, and his body is trembling faintly, but Sun Wukong's eyes are full of unyielding and fighting spirit, and even Sun Wukong's momentum is faintly

Rising!

"Huh?" Emperor Fengdu felt Sun Wukong's fighting spirit, and a trace of fear flashed in his eyes, because he could clearly feel that Sun Wukong's momentum was constantly touching Daluo's line, but Emperor Fengdu also

Know that he can't really kill Sun Wukong!

"Amitabha." At this time, a Buddha chant sounded, and a handsome monk slowly floated up. He looked at Sun Wukong, with a trace of guilt flashing on his face, "I have caused you to suffer like this, what will happen next?"

The sixteen levels of hell, let me bear it for you!"

"Xuan Zang?!"

"Golden Chanzi?"

"Tang Monk?"

"Wait, he can fly?"

"The aura of a martial immortal? Has Xuanzang become an immortal?"

A series of exclamations sounded, showing that the people watching the theater were not calm at this time. Even Emperor Fengdu looked at Chen Yi hesitantly and said: "I have never heard that Master Xuanzang has become an immortal..."

"Amitabha." Chen Yi nodded lightly, "My uncle has learned some martial arts passed down from his family. Who would have thought that I am extremely talented and practiced casually without even feeling the hardships of a martial artist. I became an immortal. This is really in my heart."

I feel ashamed..."

"It seems that it was the awakening of Jin Chanzi's true spirit that gave him some strength. He is worthy of being a destined scripture seeker. In just a few years, he has reached the realm of martial immortal..." The great masters of the three realms, including Emperor Fengdu, listened.

When I saw Chen Yi's faintly pretentious words just now, a thought flashed across my mind.

Martial Immortal, in the eyes of these great powers, is nothing, but considering how old Chen Yi is, he can practice for a few years before he can become an immortal. You know, it takes only a few years to become an immortal in the Mahayana realm.

Let all the monks despair.

If you think about how it took Taoist He two hundred years to ascend, you will know how difficult it is for monks in the mortal world to become immortals.

"Amitabha!" A golden light flashed, and a wave of compassion filled the space between heaven and earth. It dissolved some of the ghostly energy, and also eliminated Sun Wukong's pain and endless fighting spirit. The Great Merciful and Great Compassionate Guanshiyin Bodhisattva descended.

It's nothing if something happens to Sun Wukong. After all, Sun Wukong is rough-skinned and thick-bodied, but Chen Yi is different. Although Chen Yi is already a martial arts immortal, he is no different from a baby in front of Emperor Fengdu, so Guanyin Bodhisattva quickly rushed over.

Sun Wukong glanced at Guanyin Bodhisattva, with a trace of disdain and ridicule flashing in his eyes. As for what he was mocking, it was temporarily unknown.

"I have met the emperor." Guanyin Bodhisattva bowed to Emperor Fengdu.

"Bodhisattva, you're welcome." Emperor Fengdu moved half of his body out of the way, out of respect for the monks of the same realm.