In the palace, Xuanzang still lowered his head and recited the scriptures, but he had let him recite the Great Compassion Mantra five or six times, but he still couldn't get Wukong's prompt, and he couldn't help but feel anxious.

When I looked at it, I saw Wukong as stupid as a wooden chicken and had no intention of speaking. I couldn't help but sigh inwardly, and had to recite the Great Compassion Mantra from the beginning again.

The immortal Lu Li saw all this and couldn't help but feel proud and laughed: "Monkey, you have read this scripture several times, and my ears have already heard calluses. Could it be that I haven't guessed what's in the box yet?"

When Xuanzang heard this, he suddenly felt panicked and could not recite the scriptures that had been chanting halfway. Just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, Bajie behind him retorted: "Before, everyone had been waiting for you to pray for rain. Now my master has only been chanting the mantra for a quarter of an hour. Why do you keep urging him to disturb the old man's casting? Your Majesty the King, come and judge it, let's see if this national master is cheating?"

When King Che Chi heard this, he had no choice but to look at the Great Immortal Lu Li and said, "Mr. Don't make a sound, don't disturb the monks of the Tang Dynasty casting spells. However, if you wait like this, it is not a solution after all. It would be better to limit half an hour. After half an hour, if you still cannot guess what is in the box, you will admit defeat."

When Bajie heard this, he had to nod and said yes, but he couldn't help but complain: "That monkey was safe and sound when he broke into the Dragon Palace and the Heavenly Palace. Why did he go to investigate a broken box today, but it took so much time? Could it be that there were still 100,000 heavenly soldiers hidden in this box?"

In Fuxi Bell, as the sound waves become more and more dense, Wukong's avoidance speed became slower and slower. However, on the contrary, although his speed slowed down, he was attacked less and less, just as those sound waves were deliberately avoiding him. Wherever he went, it was often the loophole of the attack, which was really strange.

Jin Zhong Zhenren seemed to have noticed something was wrong. The speed of his fingers shooting out the talisman became faster and faster, making the jingle sounds around him become more and more crisper. However, even if he tried all his skills, he still could not seriously hurt Wukong. A feeling of uneasiness slowly surged into his heart.

Suddenly, Wukong suddenly paused, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the iron rod in his hand flew out, and it also kept hitting the surrounding bell body. And with each hit, a special sound wave would be heard, which collided with the attacking sound waves, completely offsetting it.

The iron rod was so fast that it was still above the talismans. With the more messy jingle sounds, all the sound waves that attacked him were completely disappeared. For a moment, the clock returned to silence again.

Wukong raised his head, looked up at the Golden Bell Taoist above, and laughed loudly, "Stinky Taoist, you were so angry before, could you have only such skills? If so, Lao Sun would not be polite."

Jin Zhong Zhenren's face was full of horror and said, "How is this possible? You...you..."

Wukong said, "You just think I am a rough man and don't understand music, but how can you know that if I compare to this musical magic, I will only be convinced by two people in my life, but you little Taoist priest happened to be among these two people. Today I have time, so I will give you a song, please taste it, how about it?"

Before he finished speaking, he flipped his wrist and the iron rod flew out again, and hit the body of the clock at a faster speed. Every time he hit, the characters on the clock would flash brighter light, and a louder sound wave was emitted, rolling back towards the Jin Zhong Zhenren.

Jin Zhong Zhenren was shocked and quickly used the talisman to shoot out sound waves to resist. Unfortunately, his sound waves were almost broken in one touch compared to what Wukong sent. In a blink of an eye, he was hit more than ten times, and he was already vomiting blood and was seriously injured.

"You... why can you drive me this magic weapon?" He couldn't help but ask in horror.

Wukong laughed, flashed up, and held him in his hand, saying, "The most treasure of music Fuxi Bell fell into the hands of you, a little Taoist priest, which is really a waste of resources. Do you know that every character in this bell represents a sound rhythm. If you can understand it all, you can enter the supreme realm of music. Unfortunately, with your qualifications, you may not be able to understand it, so naturally you can't do anything to me."

Jin Zhong Zhenren said in horror: "Did you understand it all in such a short time? How is this possible?"

Wukong shook his head and smiled, "It's not that easy, but I can understand it a little more than you. As for the reason..."

Speaking of this, he pointed to his trembling ears and said, "Any flaw in the world's musical arts cannot escape my ears. This alone is far from what you can imagine."

Jin Zhong looked closely and found that Wukong's ears had grown a lot at this time. The speed of trembling was so fast that he could not see clearly. It was as if six ears had been born. When he thought of Sun Wukong mentioned by the master, he definitely did not have such ability. He immediately exclaimed: "No, you are not the Monkey King... who are you?"

Wukong sighed and said, "Today I am grateful for your kindness of offering treasures, it's okay to tell you. Yes, I am indeed not the Monkey King Sun Wukong, but his brother, the Great Ventilation Sage. As for my name, my master once called me Liuer."

"The Great Saint of Ventilation! The Great Saint of Ventilation!" Jin Zhong Zhenren murmured, but he was thinking about how to send the great news back to the master.

Unfortunately, since Wukong told him the truth, he had no intention of keeping him out to report the news. With a light flash of his finger, the iron rod flew out again, and instantly made hundreds of sound waves on the body of the clock, and swallowed the Golden Bell True Man in it.

Each rhythm is like a steel knife. Although it does not hurt the body, it is constantly cutting the soul. Among the more than a hundred rhythms, the soul of the Golden Bell Taoist has been cut to incompleteness. Even if he can survive, he can no longer remember anything and can only become an idiot.

After the rhythm stopped again, Goku looked down at the stupid Taoist Kim Jong, who was about to take his life with one blow, but suddenly remembered the competition outside. He immediately thought of it and took back the iron rod.

Then, he used his martial arts with all his strength and rushed towards the surrounding clock. Then he saw the characters lit up one by one again, and the clock body rotated rapidly. At the same time, the entire space was shrinking rapidly. Finally, it shrank into a bronze bell the size of a palm, slowly landing on his palm.

Wukong exhaled a breath of turbid air with a tired look on his face, put the little bronze bell in his arms, then looked down at the still ignorant Jin Zhong Zhenren, with a mysterious smile on his face.
Chapter completed!