"You evil beast, you know me, and yet you dare to act so recklessly in the underworld."
After hearing what he said, Sun Wukong became angry and said, "You said I was presumptuous. You detained Immortal Daluo from going to the underworld for no reason, and you also gave me a lot of charges. When would an immortal be bullied like this by ghosts?"
As soon as the realm of Daluo True Immortal was announced, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was so frightened that he almost dropped the tin staff in his hand.
This is too cruel, this monkey is Da Luo Zhenxian...
Ksitigarbha made a great oath that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty.
Even if there is a vacuum in hell, he can only rise to the level of Daluo Golden Immortal, and he can only become Daluo True Immortal now.
This Da Luo realm is not so easy to achieve.
"You said you are in the Da Luo realm?"
Even as soon as he said these words, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva foolishly forgot what he was about to say angrily.
"You can try it."
After Sun Wukong finished speaking, his real body grew to ten thousand feet in size, and the energy and blood in his body was like the Yellow River, which was more profound than the ocean. The energy and blood emitted directly dispersed all the ghosts nearby. King Yama barely managed to survive, and he was scared to death.
, shivering under the table.
Yama of the Tenth Palace, who originally wanted to rush out to help Ksitigarbha, quietly collected his mana and manifested his body to fight against the True Immortal Da Luo. This was tantamount to seeking death.
Even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva regretted coming out and forced a smile on his face.
"I think this must be a misunderstanding."
Ksitigarbha looked at King Yama and said, "Who is it? He was detained."
When King Yama looked at Ksitigarbha's question, he crawled out from under the table and said, "Bodhisattva, Immortal, it's really a misunderstanding. This is definitely a misunderstanding. I will definitely skin them for this huge misunderstanding caused by black and white.
Twitch their tendons and push their souls down into the underworld..."
He was blaming Black and White Wuchang, but he forgot how arrogant he was just now.
"Are you talking about yourself?"
Sun Wukong asked with a smile on his face.
"It's unjust, sir. You are a Daluo Immortal who will endure all calamities. How dare we, the little ghost immortals, detain you? I'd better take you down to the underworld in your true form."
Sun Wukong glanced at Ksitigarbha and said, "Ksitigarbha, do you want to compete with me?"
Ksitigarbha has good intentions, but if two Daluo immortals fight in the underworld, it may cause irreparable consequences if reincarnation is disturbed.
"Buddhism doesn't dispute what Sun Daxian said. I'm just here to see the immortal's grace. How dare I make a mistake?"
When he first appeared, he was as fierce as a dragon, but now he is like a sheep.
Sun Wukong has no interest in competing with such Ksitigarbha, "Take the Book of Life and Death."
He gave the order directly.
The King of Hell's face turned dark. He hesitated for a moment, then saw the surging Qi and blood all over Sun Wukong's body, and immediately withered.
He ordered the surviving judge to bring a pile of life and death papers.
This book of life and death is a book from the earth, an innate treasure, which records the life spans of various types of creatures in the heavens.
Originally, this book of the earth was blank at the beginning, but since the reincarnation of Hou Tu, the underworld has established rules, stipulating that various creatures in the world can enter reincarnation and escape from their sins within a specified number of years.
However, mortals have a miserable life. They may have done good deeds throughout their lives and only spoke ill of others once. When they go to hell, they will directly suffer the torture of pulling out their tongues.
However, if an immortal kills someone or does something evil, he will be reincarnated as a human being and practice cultivation again. This is an injustice between heaven and earth.
Sun Wukong opened the notebooks of life and death, and finally found the genus Monkey, and found a very special classification, "the four monkeys in the world."
When I opened it, I saw that the six-eared macaque was dead and the name of the Lingming Stone Monkey was also painted on.
The above details the life story of Sun Wukong, as well as the culpability and punishment.
"Humph, I am really heinous." Sun Wukong said coldly.
King Yama did not dare to speak, but Ksitigarbha said: "They are just errands, but they don't know your true background."
Sun Wukong looked at Ksitigarbha with a smile, and suddenly slapped Ksitigarbha with his mouth. Ksitigarbha was completely unprepared, and his face was red and swollen with this blow.
"you……"
The violent aura on his body erupted, causing countless innocent souls to die tragically in the underworld. Every ray of golden light on his body was like a thin golden needle. No undead soul could withstand such an impact.
"What's wrong with me? You are a Buddhist, and you seem to have caused many wronged souls to fly away." Sun Wukong said calmly: "Do you want to fight with me? I'm always with you."
"I……"
Ksitigarbha was about to argue when he suddenly felt another "pop" sound on his right cheek.
"I'm going to fight you."
"Are you worthy of fighting me to the death? Do you think you can compete with me because you are also a Da Luo True Immortal? Let me show you what I am capable of."
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong transformed, his body soared that it almost broke the sky, and all the energy and blood in his body turned the Netherworld Palace into powder.
In the end, maybe he felt that it was not enough, so he opened his own belly, took out his golden intestines, and pierced the void layer by layer to seal off this hell space.
Ksitigarbha was completely stupid. He didn't want to fight here, it was all for the sake of the underworld. Da Luo's aura was not something that the ghosts of the underworld could bear.
His great ambition was to transcend the infinite souls of hell, not to go on a killing spree in the underworld and be polluted with endless cause and effect.
But Sun Wukong uses his strength to rectify his path and wants to tear everything apart, without fear of any cause and effect.
"Come on, come if you can."
Sun Wukong kept provoking and did not care about the life and death of the surrounding ghosts.
"Aren't you afraid of karma for causing such harm to people?"
Ksitigarbha was angry, and golden flames burned all over his body. He had never been so angry before, but the Bodhisattva's burst of anger caused countless souls to really fly away.
"You seem to have killed no less people than me." Sun Wukong said with a smile.
Ksitigarbha looked around with a dark complexion, and suddenly roared: "Sun Wukong, I want your life."
"Come on, come on, I'll give it to you, come and see if you can take it away."
Sun Wukong directly summoned the black iron rod, and with a move in his heart, he melted the copper juice from the Bronze Immortal Palace into the golden hoop.
As soon as Ksitigarbha rushed over with the magic weapon in his hand, he was thrown away by a strong aura from the stick. He did somersaults in the air several times before stopping the momentum. He was not as calm as when he first appeared.
"this……"
His eyes widened with disbelief on his face. He was also a true immortal. Did the other party's momentum make him fly away?
Sun Wukong was even more shocked. After the bronze juice was blended into the golden cudgel, it made the golden cudgel as heavy as a complete planet. Sun Wukong himself felt the heaviness. It is conceivable that the weight of this golden cudgel may only be weighed by 100 million yuan.
To describe it, it’s thousands of tons.
Just throwing something like this from a high altitude would have the power of a Fantian Seal.
He was ecstatic in his heart, his face was dull, and he murmured to himself: "Since I became a true immortal, I have never used my weapons. Jizo, you should be honored. You are the first one to let me use the golden cudgel."
people."
After saying that, his figure broke through the space and appeared directly above the head of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva within the limit of time.
Ksitigarbha's heart twitched and he wanted to escape, but the surrounding space was directly locked. He seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he could only grit his teeth and raise his sword to block it.
The speed of the golden cudgel hitting down was as slow as a turtle crawling, and it was pressed down bit by bit. It seemed that a year had passed before it hit Ksitigarbha's Zen staff.
"when!"
With a slight sound, the Zen staff in Ksitigarbha's hand shattered like glass. Ksitigarbha could not even scream, and watched helplessly as the golden hoop fell down.