Journey to the West: Writing Ten Thousand Worlds

Jiang Hao, who was so imposing, made Zhu Bajie’s heart awe-inspiring, and he instantly retreated.

“Five Elements Da Dian!”

Zhu Bajie cast one of the thirty-six divine powers of Tiangang, the five elements divine power, behind his huge body, a pair of colorful wings actually appeared, the wings were huge and boundless, and with a gentle flapping of the wings, the law stirred, and instantly disappeared in place.

“Are you the only one in the world who has the right to break the law?”

Jiang Hao scoffed, he blessed his body with the Divine Movement Technique of one of the Seventy-two Transformations of the Earth, and then a somersault instantly ran out of thousands of miles.

After waiting for only a few seconds, Zhu Bajie just hit him directly.

“This is the sixth move!”

Jiang Hao was extremely strong, and he raised his hand and laid a shocking formation, sealing himself and Zhu Bajie together to prevent him from escaping.

“I fought with you!”

Zhu Bajie knew that he had reached a desperate situation, and with a long roar, he cast his magical powers, and directly turned into a giant in the sky, and the nine-toothed nail rake in his hand also grew larger with it.

“If big, it’s strong, then do you think my big fist is strong enough? Is it big enough? ”

Jiang Hao smiled evilly, it was still a simple and domineering punch, his fist was not big, it was even smaller than a casserole.

But it is such a punch, but it makes Zhu Bajie extremely jealous, and on the small fist, it is the power of all things in the universe.

The huge nail rake slammed towards Jiang Hao, and the clash between the fist and the rake made a metallic shrill sound, and then he saw the nail rake fly away.

That divine power is too terrifying, and the hand of the nail rake held by Zhu Bajie is cracked and bloody.

“Seventh move!”

It is still a simple punch, but the fist contains an invincible will, destroying the decay, as if to break all obstacles!

“I fought with you!”

Zhu Bajie roared, he once again cast his magical power, and there were five divine thunders flashing between the huge palms, which was the divine power: mastering the five thunders.

The Heavenly Thunderer, who can rob luck and capture the Heavenly Demon; Minemakers, pray for rain and sunshine, and temperance; Minemasters, the main thunder and rain, save the drought; Divine Thunder, that is, the Five Elements Divine Thunder, Fell; The thunderer, summoning the gods, slaying the spirits and eliminating monsters.

The casserole-like fist is so unacceptable against the fist that looks like a mountain.

“Ahhh…”

Zhu Bajie let out a sad scream, he was extremely bitter, his right fist up to his entire arm was blasted by Jiang Hao’s punch, the bloody pain was nothing, but the frustration was crazy.

He has commanded the 100,000 Tianhe Water Army, he is the famous marshal of the canopy, and the golden immortals under him are unknown.

And now, he was defeated, defeated in the hands of a golden immortal, and even his beloved woman seemed to have thrown herself into his arms.

In his life, how failed did he fail?

“Eighth move!”

Jiang Hao spat out three words lightly, he was ruthless and ruthless, his eyes were full of killing intent, this pig looked ugly, and he actually dared to stretch out the pig’s hand.

Slaughter the pig hand first, then castrate the pig whip!

Jiang Hao struck again, this punch shattered his left arm, and a punch pierced Zhu Bajie’s chest, splashing fairy blood and staining the heavenly dome.

The picture is frozen again, and this scene makes many people’s mouths dry and their hearts tremble.

“Oh my God, that nerd lost so badly!”

Sun Wukong was watching this big battle with his fire eyes and golden eyes, not only him, but also many immortal gods and Buddhas, but no one stopped it.

“Senior brother, how can he be your somersault cloud!” The sand monk asked.

“How do you know?” Sun Wukong roared, he had an inexplicable headache, and the more he looked at the golden stick in his hand, the more he didn’t like it, and he couldn’t wait to throw it away directly.

“Amitabha, the little monk seems to have a little impression of that person!” The Tang monk took off the monk’s hat and kept stroking the smooth and shiny head, and the more he stroked the figure in his mind, the clearer it became.

“Ninth move!”

Jiang Hao waved his hand, and the Huolin sword was held in his palm, and then a sword fell, the sword body suddenly burst into monstrous flames, and a sword was cut off from Zhu Bajie’s crotch, and the great life root was instantly roasted and exuded aroma.

“Ah!!!!” Zhu Bajie let out a heart-rending cry, tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

This humiliation was even more unacceptable than the pain in his body.

Zhu Bajie fainted in pain, and he was beaten back to the prototype when he was dying, and Jiang Hao directly dragged it with a rope, picked up a nine-foot nail rake and a somersault, and returned to the same place again.

“Boom!”

A huge wild boar was thrown aside by Jiang Hao at will, and the ground trembled, and smoke and dust rose everywhere.

“I thought you were very familiar before, but now that I think about it, you have the same breath as the one I killed at the beginning!”

“What do you say, Great Compassion Nanhai Guanyin Bodhisattva!!!”

Jiang Hao stepped step by step, he was tall and majestic, his hair was black and thick, and his eyes were deep and murderous, like an ancient demon standing, not angry but powerful.

Having discovered their true bodies, Avalokiteshvara and Manjushri did not pretentiously, but directly restored themselves, and in an instant, the light of Buddha shrouded heaven and earth.

“Your Excellency, are you so aggressive, do you want to provoke a struggle between Confucianism and Buddhism?” Manjushri hated it. _

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