There is a poem that says: He is an emperor, he is a hero, his skin is light and airy. Looking at the success or failure of ancient and modern times, he is still very easy to water, open-minded, dignified and elegant, and refuses to be enchanting.
Another poem says: The battle is fierce among the mountains and thousands of fortresses, and thousands of banners chase the mighty rivers and mountains.
Zhang Zhenjun's gold-dipped big stick, every time it is used, blazes into the void, and thousands of mountains open up. The Great Sage's three-pointed two-edged sword, every time it is struck, the shadow of the sword is like a mountain, and the killing intent is natural.
The red-haired monkey didn't know whether he gave birth to Aiwujiwu and fell in love with the unfinished building. He even explained to Wang Chong: "Do you know why the eighteenth level of magic power is lower than Zhou Tian, and magic weapons are so dominant?"
"That's because, below this realm, all the skills are fancy, so the Taoist sects below always love flying swords, and the Buddhist sect is bald and likes lotus flowers. The flying swords come and go, they are indeed sharp, and the lotus flowers are blooming, which is also a wonderful method."
"Our demon tribe is sincere and our magic is very rough. Therefore, below the 18th level of magic power, we are often inferior to Buddhists and Taoists."
"But once the magic power passes through the 18th level of Zhoutian, thousands of magic powers are condensed into one, and the most important thing to pay attention to when taking action is to respect the strong."
"No matter how clever the Taoist Flying Sword is, I hit it with one shot and it broke. It's not like I haven't refined the Flying Sword to the level of 18 or above, but with this hard work, why not refine it in the physical body?
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"The bald thief in Buddhism is cunning. When his magic power is low, he will spit lotus flowers from his mouth, control dragons and lions, but if he has a little bit of footwork, he will work hard to practice the indestructibility of vajra."
"I see that your magic power includes authentic Taoism, Ten Thousand Demons Art, and some Buddhist kung fu. However, you must not mess up the method. You still have to put your kung fu into the physical body, and then cultivate your magic power to be powerful and strong against the enemy.
Why do you need any magic when you are here?”
"Condensate your mana into one piece and attack it forcefully!"
"Whatever you do with your spells is just an illusion of mana, and nothingness is uncertain. How can it be compared to the solidification of real mana?"
Wang Chong thought to himself: "How can it be said that the Taoist spells are ineffective? My ancestor is not weaker than the great sage of the Qian family."
The red-haired monkey seemed to know what Wang Chong was thinking, and said: "Zhang Zhenjun has already practiced at this level, and thousands of spells are integrated into one stick."
"Look, this simple stick of his actually contains twenty-seven kinds of spells, including the Mountain Carrying Curse to increase strength, the Flying Light Curse for unparalleled speed, and the Evil-Breaking Curse... This one is of no use to my great sage."
Fortunately, this red-haired monkey is not only powerful, but also knowledgeable. Not only does he understand the practice of demons, he is also familiar with Taoist practices, and he even knows a little bit about Buddhism.
Wang Chong received the guidance from this water-fire ape, and he gradually became able to understand a few things that he couldn't understand at all at first.
In particular, he is also a disciple of Wutai, and every move Zhang Zhenjun makes clearly shows him what Wutai Taoism looks like when it reaches the highest level.
"On top of the Erqi Fire Dragon Dharma, there is the Dutian Liehuo Dharma."
"But further up, our Wutai Taoism does not specialize in firepower, but condenses thousands of flames into one point. When facing the enemy, it explodes, collapses mountains, explodes seas, and penetrates the sky."
"This monkey's Ten Thousand Demon Art can actually be cultivated to such a level. No wonder it can resist Grandmaster Zhang Zhenjun..."
Unknowingly, Wang Chong's bones crackled as his Vajra Heavenly Dragon Zen Technique actually broke through one level and reached the second level of magic power, Zhou Tian.
Although this improvement in cultivation was insignificant compared to these big demons and could not help Wang Chong escape from the predicament, he did understand a little about the principle of simplicity.
The red-haired monkey sighed in admiration and said, "You can teach me."
"In the past, the great sage was just an ordinary ape. Suddenly he had a sudden enlightenment. He took heaven and earth as his teacher, studied the secrets of ten thousand demons, and realized the supreme way from ordinary magic. Only then did he achieve what he has achieved today."
"It's a pity that the human race always thinks that only by passing on the Dharma can one attain the Tao. Few people understand the heaven and the earth, so it is natural to follow the Dharma. Now the Jade Emperor wants to cut off the inheritance between the heaven and the earth and prevent the Tao from spreading in the human world.
Monsters will still be able to flourish in the future, but you human Taoists may not be able to cultivate and become immortals."
Wang Chong's heart was slightly shaken. Thinking of what he had seen and heard recently, he felt that what this red-haired monkey said was absolutely right.
Zhang Zhenjun and the Great Sage have been fighting fiercely for countless rounds.
Zhang Zhenjun's encounter with the Water-Fire Divine Ape was just a tie at the beginning, and he was not impressive. The Great God of Santan Haihui was trapped by seven or eight big monsters, and he was just a draw, without any prestige.
The Great God of Santan Haihui left, leaving him alone, but he still resisted many great demons and became more energetic.
Now facing the Great Sage, after a long and fierce battle, he still managed to survive.
Wang Chong had already overestimated his ancestor, but now he realized that his overestimation was actually an underestimate.
This Patriarch Zhang Zhenjun’s magical power can be said to be unfathomable and the abyss is as deep as the sea.
There were originally more than 40,000 demons in the Great Sage's island. He asked for reinforcements and brought back hundreds of thousands of demons from all over the world. At this time, whether it was Li Tianwang's 180,000 heavenly soldiers or Zhang Zhenjun's 50,000 heavenly soldiers,
Having either escaped, been killed, or captured, the battlefield gradually calmed down, and all the monsters gathered around them. Monsters were like mountains, monsters were like sea, thousands of heads were swarming, and monsters from all groups were roaring loudly.
Not to mention resisting alone, there are many monsters, even if you are glanced at by these monsters, your liver and gallbladder will be broken, and your soul will be lost.
Wang Chong was still captured by the red-haired monkey and protected by the majestic wind of this big monster. Otherwise, he, a small cultivator with only the fourth level of magic power, would not dare to face so many monsters.
Wang Chong said secretly: "Why didn't the Patriarch leave just now?"
"According to the skills he has shown now, before the Great Sage came, although those monsters were ferocious, they were determined to be unstoppable. Going forward, as long as he uses his current skills and the Great Sage Santan Haihui, how can these monsters be stopped?
Can you stop it?"
"Could it be..."
"The Patriarch is very disappointed with the heaven, and is he determined to die for heaven?"
"It's not worth it for such a great Heavenly Lord."
"It's a pity that I can't give you any advice."
The Great Sage is truly a hero. Although he was unable to defeat Zhang Zhenjun, he did not call for help. He allowed his numerous demons to watch and fought alone to defeat this powerful enemy.
The monkey's spirit was high, and he used a three-pointed and two-edged sword to make flowers, changing like a dragon, and moving as fast as lightning. Every move was ingenious and full of ideas, letting the crowd of monsters watching know that there are still things in the world.
There is such a sword skill.
Grandmaster Zhang Zhenjun, however, the harder he fought, the slower his gold-dipped stick became. Every blow produced endless power, no matter how fast the monkey's sword skills were, he could withstand it.
Fight hard with a gold-dipped stick and a three-pointed two-edged sword, and never lose even one point.
Wang Chong watched for a long time, and suddenly he felt his body loosen up and he was able to speak. He couldn't help shouting: "The winner is about to be decided!"
The Water and Fire Divine Ape couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "Even I couldn't tell, how could you tell that the winner was about to be decided?"
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