Chapter 99 Luck Golden Light (Add More)

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Then he suddenly realized that it was not the sun, but a huge angel wrapped in a light source.

"Hey, it's really strong!" The voice of the great saint came from high above.

Wang Sheng looked far away, and a huge golden cudgel hit the angel fiercely again. With the muffled sound of "boom", the light source around the angel exploded, and his body shot down from the sky like a meteor.

The light source dissipated, and the whole picture of the angel appeared. The platinum armor was full of cracks, the white feather wings were stained with gold and blood and broke from the middle, and the huge holy sword was full of cracks. broken.

The angel's body was trembling in mid-air, spitting out golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Not dead yet." The Great Holy Lord seemed a little surprised, then turned the golden cudgel and slammed it down on the angel.

The huge golden pillar pierced through the sky and pressed down the huge angel, and the earth shook. Wang Sheng watched countless escaping lights rise into the sky like frightened birds, and looked at the golden pillar and the sky standing proudly in shock. Great Holy Father.

The body that still maintains a height of one hundred feet is so shocking. I have only seen such a huge Dharma image in the world of cultivation, and when have I seen such a real body.

Looking at these monks, Wang Sheng suddenly realized that he had left that space and came to the pure land world! He stood up, but found that many monks were staring at him.

Only then did he suddenly realize that he is still a god of faith and power. Although he is not as tall as the great saint, he is definitely a giant.

"Drip, the host is out of battle and will be sent back to this world in fifteen minutes."

When the system sounded, Wang Sheng was startled. His real body had not yet been recovered. Could it be that the system's default return was only referring to his consciousness.

At this moment, several golden lights flew across the sky, followed closely by dozens of golden lights, and someone shouted loudly, "Buddhist luck belongs to heaven and earth, everyone has a share, and whoever grabs it belongs to him." .”

The cultivators around couldn't care about Sun Wukong and the huge golden cudgel anymore, and they all flew up to join the chasing team.

Wang Sheng was slightly stunned, he raised his right hand as if aware of it, and a small jade talisman shining with white light was inlaid in the palm of his palm. It was the white jade Buddha statue that was originally in the palm of his own hand, but he didn't know when it was changed to the body of Xinli God, but he I don't know.

Attracted by the white light, one of the golden lights in the sky flew towards him, followed closely by a dozen monks.

The one who was in the lead was the Scorpio old man who had chased Wang Sheng before. With a gloomy face, he fought fiercely with an old monk behind him, while chasing the golden light desperately, and the other monks fell far behind.

Wang Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly. He had seen that monk in the Daxiong Palace before, and he was standing next to the abbot.

The old monk found Wang Sheng at this time, his face was pleasantly surprised, and then he shouted: "I also ask the ancestor to save my pure land luck!"

"Young monk, get the hell out of here!" Scorpio old man said viciously at the same time. Although Wang Sheng's appearance is obviously not simple at this time, he doesn't think that the previous innate junior can change much.

Seeing the golden light and many monks approaching him, Wang Sheng's heart skipped a beat. Then he took a step and appeared next to the golden light. He reached out and grabbed it. He found that the so-called golden light of luck was actually just a golden page.

"Junior looking for death!" Scorpio old man roared angrily, trying his best to bear the blow from the old monk behind him, and the dharma figure behind him stabbed Wang Sheng with his scorpion tail.

Wang Sheng glanced at him, and made a tactic with his sword fingers. Countless sword energy greeted the old Taoist Scorpio from his body. Amidst bursts of chirps, the sword energy suddenly pierced through the appearance of the scorpion tail. The old Taoist Scorpio turned pale, looked at Wang Sheng in disbelief, and Resolutely turned and chased after the rest of the lucky gold group.

But Wang Sheng shook his head in disappointment, as expected, he didn't hear that the system judged that he was in a battle and couldn't extend the time for leaving.

"Thank you Patriarch!"

The old monk gave a pious salute and followed Scorpio away.

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and looked at the sky. Now the only one who can help him find his real body is the Great Holy Lord.

At this time, the world has long been in chaos due to previous and subsequent changes. There are monks who are robbing the golden light of luck everywhere. The monks seem to have lifted the seal to travel, and they competed with Taoist monks.

In the sky, only the Great Holy Father was peaceful, maybe everyone also saw that the Great Holy Father was not easy to mess with, so they avoided flying one by one.

"My little monk, I would like to thank the great saint for saving his life." Wang Sheng approached step by step.

Sun Wukong was looking at this different world with great interest. When Wang Sheng approached him, he just glanced at him and smiled, "The old grandson gave Guanyin's affection, and it has nothing to do with you little bald donkey."

Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly.

"Three thousand worlds really exist. Unexpectedly, my grandson has roamed the world for hundreds of years, but he is only spinning around in a small world. Hey, my grandson is not as good as you, a little genius."

There was no change in the tone of the great saint, but Wang Sheng felt that the great saint seemed to be in a bad mood for no reason.

With a sudden movement in his heart, he tried to say: "The Great Holy Lord knows that there should be ten thousand worlds in this world, and each place has a different scenery."

Sun Wukong looked at him with a pair of golden spirits, "You little monk, you are talking big and big, and who told you about the theory of the myriad worlds."

Wang Sheng chuckled, "This little monk has personally experienced it. If the Great Holy Lord is willing, the little monk can guide the Great Holy Lord to the way of the ten thousand worlds and help the great holy man to experience the elegance of the ten thousand worlds."

After the words fell, he suddenly felt that the space around him was stagnant, and a huge momentum was pressing on him, his heart was pounding, and Wang Sheng felt unable to breathe.

But he did not back down, "Where was the last time the great sage saw this little monk, and where is it this time, let me tell you the truth, this technique of traveling through space is not about supernatural powers, it is only about chance. If the great sage really If you don’t believe me, try it next time.”

Sun Wukong stared at him for a while, then suddenly grinned and showed his fangs, "If this is the case, does my grandson owe you a favor? Get acquainted for a while, maybe you can help you a little bit.”

Wang Sheng was overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Everything that the little monk said is true," he said halfway, but he saw Monkey King grinning at him, and the oppressive momentum enveloped him again.

Wang Sheng stopped talking immediately, and said bluntly: "The little monk's body has no intention of escaping into the void, so I ask the Great Holy Lord to help find it."

Sun Wukong looked at him a little strangely, then shook his head, "My old grandson can't help you, your fate is special, and you can't use magical powers to find it."

Wang Sheng was stunned, and a strong sense of disappointment welled up in his heart, that even Monkey King couldn't help him.

At this time, he noticed that an old monk suddenly flew over hundreds of meters away. It was the abbot monk he had seen before. He looked at Monkey King in awe, and then bowed reverently to Wang Sheng.

"Please Patriarch take action!"

Wang Sheng raised his eyes and saw that all the monks had already flown away, and there were only a few groups fighting nearby, competing for a few golden lights.

Before he could reply, Sun Wukong chuckled, "It turns out that you, the little monk, are also of the patriarchal generation, and I can't help you with the previous help, so I, my grandson, can do it with a little help."

He reached behind his head and pulled out a ball of monkey hair, and suddenly it blew away, and thousands of monkeys appeared all over the sky, and then jumped and flew to all directions.