There was another cold "hum" in the void, and the battle under the vortex suddenly fell to a standstill at this moment.

Tang Monk's Buddha's light was destroyed, and the purple color of the Red Maple Taoist was broken.

Zhu Bajie and Li Xue fell directly from the void and fell to the blood lake before they could barely stabilize, but their breath was obviously disordered.

Yi Hong's figure was also stagnant, and his mind was stunned for a moment, and then he became nervous.

It’s not because of myself, but because of the “Sun Wukong” on his back.

The body, which had already become a gosspring, seemed to have a sign of complete collapse!

Without hesitation, Yi Hong hurriedly changed and turned his body into a gourd, protecting "Sun Wukong".

Without the attacks of everyone, the void vortex contracted rapidly, and as if it was getting smaller and smaller, it seemed that it was about to heal completely between breathing.

The face of the Red Feng Taoist was full of reluctance and sighed silently.

Although Tang Monk's face was pale, he had a somewhat crazy look.

I weighed the bricks in my hand and took a breath, obviously wanting to continue taking pictures.

But Taoist Hongfeng shook his head, "It's useless, Jin Chan'er. The opportunity is gone."

Monk Tang hesitated.

After protecting the "Sun Wukong" who is no longer human, Yi Hong turned into a gourd and cursed at the sky: "Damn it, are you a pig? Always humming here!"

Zhu Bajie: I was offended.

No one answered Yi Hong.

There were waves of changes in the void, and the vortex gradually disappeared and disappeared.

But on the blue sky, a walnut-sized black dot was left, and with these black dots as the center, it was covered with spider silk-like tiny cracks.

Tang Monk and Hongfeng Taoist fell down with weakness and unwillingness. The fallen leaves valley became a blood lake, and everyone could only sit around the golden top of Zhanfeng Hall.

The terrifying pressure had completely dissipated before, and Yi Hong changed his body and released "Sun Wukong".

"Sun Wukong" has become a small one, thirty or forty centimeters tall, and despite this, his body is not solid enough.

Coming out of Yi Hong's protection, "he" immediately turned his eyes to the void, his tired eyes showing pain and unwillingness.

"Has it failed again?"

He didn't see "he" speak, but Yi Hong seemed to hear such a sigh.

Not only Yi Hong, but everyone else present also heard it.

"Amitabha Buddha. Wukong, you have someone to succeed. Don't take any risks in person, how about?" Tang Seng persuaded with compassion.

"Sun Wukong" was speechless, but turned his head to look at Yi Hong, and then turned his eyes to the void again.

Yi Hong also looked up at the black dot in the void. After a long time, he said jokingly:

"The Great Sage is still powerful, and he just poked God's chrysanthemum with a golden cudgel."

"Bang!" The brick in Tang Seng's hand fell off.

"Puu!" The weak Zhu Bajie didn't sit firmly and fell into the blood lake.

"Bah!" Taoist Hongfeng spat at Yi Hong, turned his head to cover his mouth and smiled "Kukuku" and said.

"Hehe!" This is Li Xue.

God has leaked God's chrysanthemum.

But... it's a bit like that.

Yi Hong said one thing, he couldn't mess with everyone, and even "Sun Wukong" seemed to be stunned for a moment.

"Cough cough", coughing out of nothing, bringing everyone's attention back, Yi Hong asked Tang Seng: "Master, what's going on in this state of the Great Sage?"

"Amitabha. It's just a wisp of residual soul, just a demonic thought."

"I remember you said he was killed nine times, so what happened? Who killed him?"

"Amitabha Buddha. The so-called coming is invisible and without form; the so-called returning is invisible. Wukong has such hardship, and there should be cause and effect, cause and effect..."

"Stop and stop... Can't you say something human? Just like before, even if you swear a little."

"Amitabha..."

"You're so fucked! Don't play the puzzle at this time, okay, master!"

"You...you...oh, forget it. I don't know who killed Wukong. But there are no ones who can make Wukong so frustrated. Apart from the ones who are so arrogant, we don't know why they do this to Wukong. It's just that the world is impermanent, but there is cause and effect. Since this matter starts with Wukong's madness and inherits Wukong's abilities as a process, this disaster will definitely be related to you, Wukong, and even the world where you are."

Under Yi Hong's strong request, Tang Seng finally stopped saying those difficult words.

But the effect is still the same. After saying so much, there is still no useful information.

Yi Hong asked again: "What happened just now?" He pointed to the chrysanthemum in the sky, "Why did he suddenly get angry?"

Tang Monk shook his head.

Taoist Hongfeng continued at this time: "After listening to your origin, I made a deduction with Jin Chan'er. Just when it seemed to be close to the truth, he appeared and suddenly interrupted our deduction."

"Then what did you think of?"

"Ah..." Taoist Hongfeng turned his eyes to Tang Seng.

Tang Monk glanced at "Sun Wukong" who was still looking up at the sky. After a long time, he turned around and said to Taoist Hongfeng: "My mother still doesn't believe it!"

Ignoring the swear words that suddenly popped out of Tang Monk's mouth, Taoist Hongfeng frowned. Seeing Yi Hong ask again, he replied leisurely: "Although I'm not sure who it is, at least it's Sanqing, or even..."

"What?!"

Yi Hong was confused.

The Three Pure Ones are Yuanshi Tianzun, Tongtian Taoist, and Taishang Laojun.

These three are the holy people of the human race.

Among them is the same level as the demon saint Nuwa, the Western Sect’s guide, and Cundi.

No matter which of these people comes out, it will be a piece of cake to destroy the heavenly court.

But because they are powerful, from ancient times to the present, saints have had a tacit understanding. They will not take action personally unless it is a great disaster in heaven and earth.

Now, Hongfeng Taoist and Tang Seng clearly have doubts that this time the gods and immortals in the old era and Sun Wukong's disaster were actually a saint-level attack.

What's even more terrifying is that the Red Maple Taoist also dare not say "even..."

Who else can be more powerful than the Three Pure Ones?

That can only be Hongjun, the way of heaven, the way of greatness, the way of Tao.

What they represent is no longer any power, magic, or the like, but laws.

To put it simply, whether it is Hongjun, or the way of heaven, the way of heaven, the way of heaven, even if they breathe, they will have countless sun, moon, and stars to be buried with them.

The law that even the Three Pure Ones and Six Saints cannot escape.

No wonder Tang Seng swears and shows that he is determined not to believe it.

People at the level of Sanqing may be possible, but it is absolutely impossible to go up.

The Taoist Red Maple and Tang Seng actually have this view, narrowing the scope of their goals to the bodies of the Three Qings, Nuwa, Cunti, and the Six Saints.

As for which one they were, the deduction was suddenly interrupted when they wanted to make sure.

After being shocked, Yi Hong carefully pondered for a while, shook his head and said, "It should be a saint at the level of the Three Pure Land. I just don't know who it is. Anyway, it is absolutely impossible to be Hongjun or Tiandao, Dadao or the like."

Taoist Hongfeng and Tang Seng nodded at the same time.

At this time, Zhu Bajie finally climbed up from the blood lake, shook the thick blood stain on his body, and was about to complain, when a sudden explosion occurred in the void.

Everyone was shocked and looked up.

I saw a ray of light shot out from the "chrysanthemum" in the sky.

The bright light's eyes instantly blinded everyone's eyes.

When everyone's eyesight recovers, look around and it seems that nothing has happened.
Chapter completed!