The First Thousand Two Hundred and Nineteenth Chapter Buddha's Wrath

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After Zhang Ziling finished speaking, the atmosphere between Zhang Ziling and Buddha suddenly became tense.

Looking at the nervous expression on the Buddha's face, Zhang Ziling's mouth rose slightly, and red light flashed in his eyes, "It seems that I guessed right..."

"Although I'm a little reluctant to believe it, the facts are the facts." Zhang Ziling stood in front of the Buddha, and his breath gradually became cold.

But soon, the expression on the Buddha's face became calm again, looking at Zhang Ziling and said lightly: "I don't understand what you mean."

"Do you really not understand?" Zhang Ziling smiled, the power in his body began to surge, and the atmosphere around him became colder.

The golden hoop in Zhang Ziling's hand began to turn red, the surface temperature rose rapidly, and the surrounding air began to crackle.

"I really don't understand!" The Buddha didn't seem to want to discuss more on this topic, but he took the initiative to rush towards Zhang Ziling, wanting to take Zhang Ziling.

After a period of fierce fighting just now, the Buddha thought he had a clearer understanding of Zhang Ziling's strength.

From the Buddha's point of view, although the Devil Emperor's strength is indeed strong, it is not so strong that it is despairing. As long as he cooperates with Sun Wukong, it is not impossible to win the Devil Emperor!

"Sun Wukong!"

The Buddha roared loudly, and the violent sound waves caused the magma below to churn.

At this moment, Sun Wukong rushed out from under the magma, and quickly grabbed the Ruyi golden hoop stick in Zhang Ziling's hand.

The scorching temperature on the surface of the Ruyi Gold Hoop Rod instantly cooked Sun Wukong's palm, but Sun Wukong only frowned slightly and did not let go of his hand.

With Sun Wukong grabbing the golden cudgel, Zhang Ziling couldn't move the golden cudgel easily, he could only watch the Buddha rush towards him.

On the other end of the weapon hangs a saint who is known for his strength. No matter how he thinks, he knows that he can't use the weapon smoothly.

"Devil Emperor, without the chaotic artifact of the Ruyi Golden Hoop, I see how you can block my move!" The Buddha looked at Zhang Ziling and roared, and slapped Zhang Ziling with a palm.

"Buddha is furious!"

The dazzling golden light flickered in the sky, and soon a Buddha statue of ten thousand feet was condensed.

The giant palm crushed the space and patted Zhang Ziling.

Everything touched by the Buddha statue was annihilated, the entire sky was dark, and the wind was howling.

"If I don't let go of the golden cudgel, do I have to take this trick?" Zhang Ziling glanced at Sun Wukong, who was holding the Ruyi golden cudgel tightly, and thought to himself.

Now the temperature of the golden hoop rod is probably tens of millions of degrees. Even if Sun Wukong's body is the indestructible bone of the King Kong, it will still be very uncomfortable and painful at this level of temperature.

Now that Sun Wukong can grasp the golden hoop, in addition to the orders of the Buddha, I am afraid there is a deep obsession with the golden hoop in his heart.

That is something that the Buddha cannot erase no matter what.

"Forget it, let go of the Ruyi Golden Hoop now. Everything you did before has come to nothing, so let's put some real effort into it!" Zhang Ziling looked at Sun Wukong's indifferent eyes, sighed slightly, and then the whole person became fierce. improved a lot.

"what!"

Yang Jian, who was at the edge of Liufang Lock Realm, felt Zhang Ziling's breath rise countless in an instant, and exclaimed directly, his eyes were full of shock.

Just now, Zhang Ziling had the upper hand with one enemy and two, which made Yang Jian feel incredible. Now that Zhang Ziling's momentum has risen again, doesn't that mean...

Yang Jian swallowed slightly, and the vertical eyes on his forehead even began to bleed.

Watching the battle of the saints at such a close distance, if Yang Jian did not use the eyes of the sky, he would not be able to see clearly at all.

Now, Yang Jian's eyes can't hold it anymore, he's exhausted.

"The Devil Emperor didn't use his full strength from the very beginning!" Yang Jian said in a trembling voice, looking at the ten thousand zhang dharma in the sky, he seemed to have foreseen the outcome of the battle.

"Death to me!"

The Buddha obviously also noticed Zhang Ziling's rapid rise in momentum, but now he has no way out, he can only improve his aura with all his strength, and wants to use this blow to completely defeat Zhang Ziling!

As for whether Sun Wukong can endure this trick, it is not something that the current Buddha can consider.

The palm of "Buddha's Fury" has not yet arrived, and the gust of wind that it rolls up is like a steel blade, slicing everything in this world.

The Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod seemed to sense the power of the Buddha's palm, and it began to vibrate violently, with a red glow, as if trying to attract Zhang Ziling's attention.

"You still remember your master!" Zhang Ziling sensed the intention of Ruyi's golden hoop, and a smile flashed in his eyes.

If Sun Wukong were to eat Buddha's palm, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

Zhang Ziling naturally wouldn't let such a thing happen, and the arm holding the golden hoop began to exert force.

"Yang Jian, take it!"

Zhang Ziling's voice exploded in Yang Jian's ear, awakening Yang Jian.

Before Yang Jian could react to what had happened, he only saw Zhang Ziling holding the golden cudgel and swinging it around in the air, and Sun Wukong was also caught by a giant pitch-black claw, and he slammed it out of the golden claw. The hoop was torn off.

It's not that Sun Wukong's strength has weakened, but the temperature on the surface of the golden hoop is too high, coupled with the invasion of Zhang Ziling's demonic energy, Sun Wukong simply can't stop the entanglement of these two forces. He was thrown away by Zhang Ziling.

When the Buddha saw Zhang Ziling throw Sun Wukong away, he was overjoyed, and instantly seized Zhang Ziling's neutral position. The speed of the giant palm in the sky suddenly accelerated and shot towards Zhang Ziling.

Sun Wukong stared blankly at Zhang Ziling and the golden hoop stick in the endless golden light, a struggle flashed in his indifferent eyes.

Sun Wukong didn't understand what Zhang Ziling's actions meant, but... Sun Wukong always felt that his stagnant heartbeat moved inexplicably just now.

When Yang Jian saw Sun Wukong flying over, he didn't have time to think about anything else, so he hurried forward to catch Sun Wukong.

"Okay, what a powerful force..." Yang Jian had just caught Sun Wukong when he felt a huge force coming, forcing Yang Jian to use the divine power in his body with all his strength, which was able to stop his retreating figure.

He almost collided with the Six-Party Barrier, and Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

Just now, he had already tasted the six-sided enchantment, and the taste of electric snakes wandering all over his body was very uncomfortable.

However, Yang Jian quickly reacted and quickly looked at Sun Wukong, afraid that Sun Wukong would use the power of a saint to bounce him off.

"Huh?" Just when Yang Jian was about to look at Sun Wukong, he found that Sun Wukong was stunned in his arms, staring blankly ahead with a struggling look in his eyes.

Sun Wukong didn't seem to realize that he was in Yang Jian's arms.

Yang Jian was also stunned at the moment, he didn't expect Sun Wukong to become this bat.

Just now... what kind of stimulation did Sun Wukong get?

In the endless doubts, Yang Jian only felt that the golden light in front of him was getting stronger and stronger, and there was infinite power to press on him.

Before Yang Jian could react, he was completely swallowed by the golden light.

The entire Nanzhou City was completely plunged into a golden light at this moment, and the world seemed to be completely silent.

At the moment when Yang Jian's vision was completely obscured by the golden light, he just happened to see... the Ruyi golden hoop rod fell off Zhang Ziling's hand!

"Did he... lose?"