Chapter 190 The Picture Shows the Poor Dagger

"Amitabha, I really appreciate all the immortals this time."

Sanzang of the Tang Dynasty gave a Buddhist salute and thanked all the immortals.

"Master Tripitaka, you're welcome."

All the immortals laughed dryly. It was true that the closer they got to the man above them, the more their spiritual senses could detect his terror.

There is an illusion in my heart that I am a lamb waiting to be slaughtered and sent into the wolf's mouth.

"Is Lao Sha back?"

Suddenly, Monkey King's anxious cry came from Jin Nao.

"Yes, senior brother, I'm back."

"Lao Sha, what kind of gods did you bring back?"

Sun Wukong asked quickly.

"There are the Eight Immortals, the God of Wind, Thunder, Rain and Lightning, the God of Fire Zhurong, and the God of Giant Spirits."

Before Sha Wujing could finish speaking, Sun Wukong couldn't help but tell the truth:

"They are all little gods and immortals."

Suddenly, the already stiff bodies of the immortals in the temple became even more rigid.

Sun Wukong turned his ears and did not hear the sound of the golden cymbals. He was also afraid that these gods would give up their work and leave after listening to his words.

That would really make the heavens not respond, make the earth unstable, and be isolated and helpless. He immediately came to the rescue and said:

"Just think that I, the Monkey King, are wrong, and help me, Old Sun, smash this golden cymbal. Thank you all for your help."

At this time, many gods looked at each other helplessly. They had come, so how could they stand by and walk away?

What's more, whether Sun Wukong apologized to them or judging from the coercion emanating from the person above.

He couldn't help but think in his mind, if he failed to rescue Sun Dasheng, this evil demon wouldn't let them go easily, then something bad would happen.

Therefore, the current plan is to rescue Sun Wukong so that he can have the confidence to fight against him.

Among the immortals, Mother Dian, amidst the wind, thunder, rain and lightning, was the first to speak:

"Why don't you just let me open this golden cymbal with electricity."

"No, this move is not powerful enough. It would be better for me, Lei Zhenzi, to split it with thunder."

After he finished speaking, the thunder hammer in his hand struck, and bursts of powerful thunder erupted.

However, when it hit the golden cymbal, it didn't move at all and there was no reaction at all.

After a while, the Giant Spirit God held a Xuanhua board ax and shouted angrily:

"Lei Zhenzi, get out of the way. Your lightning will be gone in a flash. You will have to use brute force to break through this golden cymbal."

"Let me, the giant spirit god, do it."

When Lei Zhenzi retreated, the Giant Spirit God held up the Xuanhua Banxe under the expectant eyes of everyone and the sarcastic expressions of the yellow eyebrows above.

I saw his veins popping out, his arms muscles ferocious, and he struck hard at the golden cymbals with great strength.

There was a "ding" sound.

I saw that the golden cymbal was still intact, not even a white seal was left.

The giant spirit god who did not believe in evil, his body exploded, and with a roar, he struggled to chop twenty or thirty axes.

The sound of metal and stone produced by the collision of the big ax and the golden cymbal directly shocked the gods in the field and cast spells to cover their five senses.

It also caused many Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and Arhats in the temple to manifest their true colors, and a group of monkey heads began to wail in the temple and roll all over the ground.

Yang Jiao at the top waved his hand and sent these monkeys away from here.

His sudden attack also made many gods wary, but they immediately breathed a sigh of relief after seeing this old monk fall into a meditative state again.

"Stop chopping, my bones are almost broken by you."

Sun Wukong inside the golden cymbal shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Let Granny Feng blow this golden cymbal away from me."

After a while, the fire god Zhu Rong saw that Jin Nao was still motionless and couldn't help but said:

"Grandma Feng, you can use the wind to enjoy the coolness, but if you want to blow away the golden cymbals, I'm afraid you have more than enough ambition but not enough power."

"Let me boil it."

He chanted the incantation along with Zhu Rong, the god of fire, and a raging fire emerged from his fingers, swallowing up the golden cymbals with a violent and ferocious momentum.

The endless flames continued to burn, and even if Sun Wukong's hair was wet, the golden cymbal would not be deformed at all.

"Bajie, look at what's going on now?"

Tang Sanzang, who was mortal with naked eyes, didn't know the specific situation, so he asked with great worry.

Zhu Bajie frowned and stared at Jin Nao. There was no change at all. He couldn't help but sighed heavily and said in frustration:

"have no idea."

"Will this burning method burn Senior Brother to death?"

Sha Wujing on the side was concerned and confused.

"Oh, Taishang Laojun's Bagua furnace can't be burned to death, so where is this?"

Zhu Bajie waved his hand.

When a few sparks appeared between Vulcan God Zhurong's fingers, he finally stopped panting due to exhaustion.

The immortals looked at each other in frustration as they were helpless, and the atmosphere instantly became quiet.

"I asked you immortals, is there any other way to rescue my senior brother now? These three hours are coming soon."

Zhu Bajie's words immediately broke the deadlock, and everyone unconsciously turned to look at the silent Yang Jiao at the top.

Suddenly, Kang Jinlong’s eyes lit up:

"Everyone, this golden cymbal is the magic weapon of Maitreya Buddha. Not only can it change as desired, it is also indestructible. However, it looks like a straw hat divided into two, and the two can be combined into one."

"We can use a sharp object to drill into the gap at the closing point. This way, we can create a small gap. If the Great Sage makes another change, can we escape easily?"

When everyone on the field heard this, their eyes lit up, and then they looked at Kang Jinlong's horns. Isn't this a sharp thing?

"Ahem."

Kang Jinlong coughed dryly and said:

"I'm not talking about my dragon horns, but the Bull Demon King's horns."

"His horns are a rare treasure from heaven and earth. They can definitely pry out a gap."

Sun Wukong in the golden cymbal shook the sweat from his forehead:

"But my sworn brother has a philandering temperament, so he might be somewhere."

Zhu Bajie added in despair:

"Even if we can find the Bull Demon King, it's too late because the time has come."

Suddenly, the venue fell silent and fell into dead silence.

Suddenly, Yang Jiao's thoughts moved, and he traveled westward. Liu Ding Liujia, who was the protector of Tang Sanzang's master and disciple, had four levels of merit, five directions of enlightenment, and eighteen blues. He was caught off guard by the endless demon that suddenly appeared in Daleiyin Temple. Suction, inhalation into the temple.

The gate of Daleiyin Temple roared and was sealed tightly.

The cold and profound majestic evil energy spread from all directions.

"Everyone, the fun is over, now how about I give you a blessing?"

Yang Jiao lowered his head and smiled. Starting from a black sun that suddenly appeared in the sky above Jin Nao, and supplemented by eighty black suns that appeared in the surroundings, he laid out a Nine Palaces and Bagua formation to surround everyone in the temple.

"Donor, you have degenerated into a demon. Don't make the same mistake again and again. If anything happens to these immortals, Buddha Tathagata and the Jade Emperor in Heaven will definitely not let you go."

"There is really no place for donors in the Three Realms."

Tang Sanzang hurriedly advised him.

Yang Jiao turned a deaf ear and glanced at the gods with different expressions one by one.

The reason why he set up the disaster of Leiyin Temple was not only because of the weather and the anger in his heart, but also because of the smooth flow of events and the attraction of many gods.

Trying to recreate the experience of breaking through to the Golden Immortal in the world of White Snake.

"Tathagata, the Jade Emperor will not let me go?"

Yang Jiao smiled:

"But I want to control the three realms with the power of life and death, and take whatever I want."