Primordial Era: Defying Heaven with Extraordinary Comprehension, Marrying Yunxiao at the Start

The black fog turned into a human form, bursting out with terrifying divine thoughts, as if it could devour everything.

Sun Wukong looked at the suddenly manifested black fog, his heart full of doubts.

After he entered the Heavenly Palace, Senior Black Mist never appeared. According to Senior Black Mist, it was because he received too much attention and Senior Black Mist was not convenient to show up.

But today, when they were facing a strong enemy, Senior Black Mist took the initiative to show up and invited him to help.

All along, Senior Black Mist helped him a lot, but never asked for anything.

Now that he took the initiative to ask for his help, he was very curious, what exactly did Senior Black Mist need him to do?

"Little monkey, help me delay some time!" Black Mist said.

While speaking, a more powerful divine thought was released, and a mysterious breath was emitted.

The figure transformed by the black fog took the initiative to take a step and came to the front of Ran Deng.

Seeing the arrival of the black fog, Ran Deng only felt that he was facing a terrifying existence. Even if the black fog only had a body and no face, it made him fear from the bottom of his heart.

As for the three corpses of saints including Bodhi Patriarch, they realized that something was wrong after seeing the black fog appear.

They didn't understand why there was such a thing in Sun Wukong's body, and they felt a familiar breath on the black fog.

The two corpses of saints who felt something was wrong had already taken action and went towards the direction of Ran Deng and the black fog.

However, Li Shimin, who was confronting Bodhi Patriarch, suddenly took action and stopped one of the three corpses of saints.

"Don't worry, your opponent is me!" Li Shimin said.

He had expected the appearance of the black fog, and the black fog was also part of his master Lu Yuan's plan.

Now that the black fog has appeared, it is a key step in the plan, and he naturally cannot allow others to stop it.

While thinking, the rich human luck condensed around him, and his aura was even stronger than before.

Bodhi Patriarch wanted to stop it, but he was no match for Li Shimin at all and was firmly suppressed by Li Shimin.

The hand condensed by the luck of the human race transformed, and the hand with dense Dao patterns was heading towards another saint corpse.

The saint corpse had never expected Li Shimin to make a move, and in a hurry, it could only resist Li Shimin's means.

But this big hand was constructed by the luck of the human race, which seemed extremely difficult to deal with.

With the help of the luck of the human race, Li Shimin firmly restrained the two saint corpses with his own strength.

"Human Emperor, even if you can stop two corpses, what can you do! Your plan will never succeed!" Bodhi Patriarch sneered.

He was also a little surprised by Li Shimin's sudden burst of strength, but he didn't care.

They had three saint corpses in person, so even if Li Shimin could stop two, the other saint corpse was enough to stop the mysterious black fog.

What's more, even if Li Shimin said he could stop them in a short time, he couldn't hold on for long.

While speaking, his eyes had already fallen on the mysterious black fog.

After a brief observation, he had guessed the identity of Black Mist. In his opinion, the other three corpses of the saint must be able to stop Black Mist's actions.

On the other hand, Sun Wukong had already taken action after hearing the request of Senior Black Mist.

He used all his strength to operate the "God Monkey Prison Power", and the God Monkey particles in his body were instantly awakened, and a more terrifying aura surged in all directions.

"First, pass this level of Old Sun!" Sun Wukong said loudly.

The aura that seemed to be in the world of the devil broke out in full force. He waved the Ruyi Jingu Bang in his hand and took the initiative to block the way of the three corpses of the saint.

Although he did not know the identity of Senior Black Mist or his purpose, Senior Black Mist had been helping him for so long.

He was able to grow to such a level thanks to the guidance of Senior Black Mist.

Today, Senior Black Mist asked him for help, and he had to do it no matter what.

At the same time, the black mist that had turned into a human form had turned into thousands of black suns, which suddenly rose and destroyed the sky.

Seeing the changes in the black fog, Ran Deng was constantly excited, as if he felt the fear deep in his heart.

Even if he faced Sun Wukong directly, even if Sun Wukong's Ruyi Jingu Bang was about to fall, he didn't feel this way.

He had already felt many thoughts in the thousands of black suns, and he vaguely guessed the real thoughts of the black fog.

However, before he could make any extra moves, the thousands of black suns had broken through the ages and directly entered his body.

Those black suns drilled into his body and his soul, revealing majestic faces.

"No! Don't!" Ran Deng roared.

At this moment, he finally understood what the black fog was going to do, the black fog was going to take over his body!

Countless tyrannical wills were constantly attacking, almost roaring into his soul, destroying his consciousness and soul.

He had already felt that his soul was being devoured, and that his body had begun to be out of control.

He tried his best to resist, but that will was too vast and he couldn't resist it at all.

"You dare!" The Saint Sanshi who was confronting Sun Wukong roared.

He finally confirmed the identity of the black fog, and the black fog's actions also confirmed his guess.

He knew what this meant and must not let this happen.

Thousands of Buddha lights shone, the earth trembled, and the Buddha's palm that covered the sky and the sun pressed towards Sun Wukong.

He wanted to suppress Sun Wukong in one fell swoop, get rid of Sun Wukong, and prevent the black fog from taking over the body of Ran Deng.

However, facing the Buddha's palm of the three saint corpses, Sun Wukong was not afraid at all. The holy light was madly attracted by him, and the Ruyi Jingu Bang was pushed to the extreme.

He waved the Ruyi Jingu Bang, and the shadow of the stick rushed into the sky, directly piercing the Buddha's palm that covered the sky and the sun, blocking the way of the three saint corpses again.

Bodhi Patriarch and the other three saint corpses were furious. They also saw through everything and wanted to help Ran Deng.

But Li Shimin, who condensed the destiny of the human race, was extremely difficult to deal with. Even if they used all their tricks, they could not get rid of Li Shimin's entanglement.

They thought that the other three saint corpses could stop the black fog's actions, but they did not expect Sun Wukong to burst out with such amazing strength and restrain the three saint corpses.

At this point, even if they were extremely anxious, no matter how they tried, they could not do anything to Li Shimin.

As for Sun Wukong, he didn't care about his own safety at all. He was like a madman, trying to block the way of the last three corpses of the saint.

The three corpses of the saints, including Bodhi Patriarch, were blocked by Sun Wukong and Li Shimin, and could only watch the black fog take over Ran Deng.

Under the gaze of Bodhi Patriarch and others, Ran Deng's aura was constantly changing.

The Buddha's light on his body became more and more vigorous. Just when the Buddha's light was vigorous to the extreme, a black gas filled the air, dyeing the entire Buddha's light black.

The black light filled the sky, as if endless evil thoughts were growing, and a repressive breath emerged.

In Ran Deng's body, that consciousness continued to devour Ran Deng's soul and control his body.

Boom!

Accompanied by a roar that resounded through the world, Ran Deng's consciousness completely disappeared.

Then, Ran Deng's appearance changed, the Buddha's light completely dissipated, and black gas entangled his body, with a hideous face.

The evil spirits of heaven and earth rolled in, constantly condensing around Randeng, and a trembling breath emerged.

Suddenly, a lotus appeared above Randeng's head. The lotus was as black as ink, and the flower had twelve petals.

The next moment, Randeng opened his eyes suddenly. His appearance did not change at all, but his temperament had changed drastically.

Behind him, a shadow of the demon god appeared faintly.

"Buddha destroys demons, I am Wu Tian!" Black Mist slowly spoke.

At this moment, he was both Randeng and not Randeng.

He kept looking at this world, as if he had been separated from everything in the world for a long time.

As soon as the voice fell, the luck of Mahayana Buddhism began to condense around him, like a whale swallowing and drinking.

His breath was constantly rising, far exceeding Randeng's cultivation. Almost instantly, his cultivation had reached the peak level of quasi-saints.

"Don't stop!" Bodhi Patriarch roared.

Randeng is the leader of Mahayana Buddhism and is extremely important to the Western religion. He naturally cannot tolerate his body being taken over.

In addition, the spread of Buddhism to the East has just begun, and the fortune of the Western religion has just begun to flourish.

But now, with Randeng's body being taken over, the fortune that originally belonged to the Western religion is also being absorbed.

No matter who the person who took over the body is, he must suppress him and restore Randeng to his original state.

He will never allow the Western religion's efforts for so many years to be in vain and become someone else's wedding dress.

While thinking, he put his hands together, and terrifying fluctuations emanated from his body, and his body quietly changed.

I saw his figure quickly rise, and transformed into twenty-four heads and eighteen hands, holding the treasures of necklaces, umbrellas, flower crowns, fish intestines, and golden bows.

This is exactly his Dharma image of heaven and earth, with the Dharma image standing upright, the Dao lines emerging, and dense Dao runes jumping.

The terrifying aura is emanating, and the rules of the Heavenly Dao are manifested in every move, causing the whole world to shake.

Such a terrifying power cannot be described in words. Even if Li Shimin gathered the destiny of the human race, he could not stop Bodhi Patriarch.

He took a step forward, and green lotus flowers emerged under his feet. Lotuses bloomed with every step. While he broke free from Li Shimin's restraints, the fragrance of lotus filled the entire world.

However, seeing Bodhi Patriarch's Dharma image approaching, Heiwu's eyes flashed with dim light, like a peerless demon god looking down at the world.

"Gun!" Heiwu said.

As soon as the voice fell, the earth trembled, a huge gap appeared in the sky, and endless murderous aura emerged.

A fierce gun shadow appeared, containing endless killing power, which made people tremble from the heart.

The next moment, the magic gun filled with murderous aura and killing power had fallen into Heiwu's hands.

"It's you, Demon Ancestor Luohou! I advise you to stop now, maybe there is still a chance to survive." Bodhi Patriarch said in a deep voice.

He had guessed about Hei Wu's identity, and after seeing this evil spear and the black lotus, he finally confirmed Hei Wu's identity.

This evil spear is the famous God-killing Spear, and the black lotus is the Twelve World-destroying Black Lotus.

The identity of this person who can wield the God-killing Spear and the Twelve-Rank Black Lotus is obvious to everyone. He is the Demon Ancestor Luohou who competed with his master, Daozu Hongjun.

Now it seems that it is the evil thoughts of Demon Ancestor Luohou that will seize Ran Deng's body.

Now, Ran Deng has just been seized by Demon Ancestor Luohou. As long as the evil thoughts are suppressed, Ran Deng still has a chance to recover.

In addition, the luck that was just taken away can also be taken back.

If it were placed before countless years, he might still be afraid of the identity of Demon Ancestor Luohou. After all, this is a person who can compete with his master.

But now is different from the past. His body has long been proven to be a saint, and he is even a saint.

The demon ancestor Luohou also failed to achieve the path to sainthood. At most, he was only a peak quasi-saint. Even if he could recover, his strength was far inferior to his.

"It depends on your ability!" Luohou snorted coldly.

After many years, he finally had the opportunity to reappear in the world and finally recovered his former peak.

For such an opportunity, he has been waiting for many years, how can he give up easily?

Hearing Luohou's words, Bodhi Patriarch knew that persuasion was useless, and he became even more angry.

Then, the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree was sacrificed, and the Dharma Realm and the Seven Treasures Wonderful Tree took a step forward.

Just the action of moving forward shook this world. This is the Dharma Realm of the Three Corpses of the Saint.

With every move, the rules of this world can be disrupted and everything in the world can be suppressed.

However, Luohou did not waver at all when he saw Bodhi Patriarch moving forward.

Facing Bodhi Patriarch, he also took the initiative to take a step forward, threw the God-killing Spear, and released endless killing power.

"Boom!"

The terrifying aura spread to a corner of this world. This was the collision between the Demon Ancestor and the Buddha.

The huge sound waves resounded through the universe, surging in all directions, the devil thoughts and Buddha light splashed, and everyone's vision gathered here.

In the center of the storm, the Demon Ancestor Luohou and the Bodhi Patriarch were in a stalemate, and no one could do anything to the other for a while.

"The Demon Ancestor Luohou is indeed extraordinary, but don't forget that Sun Wukong can't hold on for long!" Bodhi Patriarch said with a smile.

Even if he was evenly matched with the Demon Ancestor Luohou, he was not worried at all.

After all, this person was a person who could compete with the master, and he was not surprised to have such strength.

But even if the Demon Ancestor Luohou was his opponent, how long could Sun Wukong hold on in the hands of the three corpses of the saints?

While speaking, his eyes had already fallen on the battlefield between Sun Wukong and another three corpses of the saints.

On the battlefield, Sun Wukong was defeated step by step, with blood and flesh flying everywhere. He had no chance to fight back at all. He was in such a mess.

After all, Sun Wukong had just made a breakthrough not long ago. Being able to block the three corpses of the saints twice was already his limit.

Under such circumstances, everyone knew that Sun Wukong had no chance of persisting.

However, after hearing the words of Bodhi Patriarch and seeing what happened to Sun Wukong, Demon Ancestor Luohou smiled in an uncharacteristic way.

"Little monkey, I will give you another chance today. It is worth your help!" Demon Ancestor Luohou laughed.

As soon as he finished speaking, a more powerful luck gathered around him, and this Western luck even exceeded the previous one.

With a thought, he had already attracted this Western luck and rushed towards the direction where Sun Wukong was.

Seeing the movement of this luck, Bodhi Patriarch thought it was not good. He wanted to stop it, but he had no ability to do anything! (End of this chapter)