Chapter 822: Wukong finally got out of trouble, 2 Lang borrowed Chaos Clock

Before arriving at Wuzhi Mountain, Xuanzang really suffered a bit.
The poor mountains and evil waters escaped from the guards, and the beasts in the mountains swallowed their entourage, and he was surrounded by the Buddha's light, riding the white horse with his luggage, staggering all the way to Wuzhishan.
In the eyes of Buddhist masters, this imperial brother is not half abnormal, and all he has shown is the character that conforms to the identity of Jin Chanzi.
On the Wuzhi Mountain, under the guidance of the spirits in the mountain, Xuanzang finally saw Wukong who was crushed under the mountain.
In that meeting, there was actually no special mood. Monkey King hurriedly shouted: "Are you a scholar from the East?"
"I don't know why I am trapped in the mountains."
"The gossip will come later, bald donkey! Ahem, monk! Go and help me borrow the talisman on the mountain, and I will come out to be your master! Escort you to Lingshan to learn the scriptures!"
Xuanzang was not angry at all, said a Buddha's name, took off his robes, rolled up his sleeves and trousers, and immediately began to climb.
Having endured these five hundred years, Monkey King was extremely difficult at this time.
Finally, after a short while, Xuanzang finally climbed up to the golden Buddha seal, raised his hand and opened the Buddha seal, Wuzhishan trembled suddenly.
At that moment, all the Buddhist masters hiding in the dark were silent, staring at the abnormal movement of Wuzhishan.
If Sun Wukong is ‘stubborn and stubborn’, and he can’t wait to get out of trouble, it proves that he has not gotten rid of his ferocity, and they need to protect Xuanzang and immediately retreat.
But what made these Buddhist masters breathe a sigh of relief is that after Wuzhishan trembled, it immediately went quiet.
Sun Wukong suppressed the excitement in his words, and kept shouting there: "Master! You step away first! My old grandson is about to come out! The movement out will be a little bit bigger, don't hurt you! "
Xuanzang immediately walked to the side and walked a few hundred feet long before he heard the monkey shout again.
"Enough is enough! Master, you hide behind the stone in front!"
Xuanzang hid in accordance with his words, and Monkey King instantly regained his strength, and Wuzhi Mountain made a roar, and then Monkey King rushed directly out of the mountain.
Hundreds of miles away, the mountain shook, and the rocks on Wuzhi Mountain collapsed and flew; Xuanzang could not stand steady, so he hurriedly supported the big rock and heard the banging sound for a while.
Faintly, Xuanzang saw a figure rushing past the sky, and Fuer turned back.
But it was Monkey King who was constantly using the magical powers of somersault clouds, flying wildly in the sky and underground.
In a short period of time, Monkey King had already flown to Huaguo Mountain, and he was finally relieved when he saw the monkey grandson in the mountain. Then he quickly turned back and returned to the land of Wuzhi Mountain. He fell in front of Xuanzang, folded his hands and kneeled On the ground.
When the Buddhist masters secretly celebrated because of Monkey King's actions like this, no one noticed the little playfulness in Xuanzang's eyes...
With the protection of the monkey, what Xuanzang had to face was actually nothing more than the pain of the journey.
Journey to the West is a play. Originally, the four apprentices and the demons and ghosts along the way were acting; now, perhaps Xuanzang, who was supposed to be the man in the play, seems to have stronger acting skills.
The master and the apprentice continued to travel west, while the Buddhist masters and a group of heavenly guards sent by the Heavenly Court were protecting them in secret. It would be really strange if something could happen along the way.
Yang Jian is not here. Naturally, he can't see the difference between Monkey King after he got out of trouble and five hundred years ago.
This monkey seems to have become much gentler, and his smile never leaves his mouth, but from time to time he also shows a little bit fierceness.
The temperament has become more calm, and it seems that he has gained a bit of a city. The cultivation level does not seem to have improved much, but after being crushed by the Wuzhi Mountain for 500 years, Monkey King has also accumulated a lot of insights on the road of cultivation.
Generally speaking, the monkey's strength has not regressed, but has taken a few steps forward.
There is one last link between the world and the earth in the body, and the Eight-Nine Profound Art has reached the seventh peak. Because the true spirit of the monkey is born directly from the virtual spirit, and returns to the grand realm to complete on its own. As long as the monkey is willing, it can form a preliminary mysterious yellow at any time. Immortal.
As the monkey goes on this road, the luck of heaven and earth will add to the body, and the harvest will be extraordinary.
When he arrives at Lingshan and accepts the rewards of Lingshan and Heavenly Dao, he may be able to directly open the last shackle in his body and become another physical practitioner who has the strength to fight against the meritorious saint besides Yang Jian.
Until then, it will be the moment when the monkey can really shine in the heavens and the earth.
The road ahead is long, but in fact it has only been more than ten years;
According to the saint’s calculation, the end of the Journey to the West is afraid that it will be the beginning of another catastrophe. As for the connection between the Journey to the West and another catastrophe, nobody knows it and can only wait for the answer.
For more than ten years, it is not too short to say that it is short, at least enough for all parties to make arrangements that can be done.
The expeditionary army of the Black Spirit Kingdom began to gather gradually, and more and more spirit clan masters were placed outside the prehistoric. As long as the prehistoric changed, they would immediately rush into the prehistoric and fight alongside the prehistoric monks.
The immortal generals above Chaotian Pavilion Golden Fairyland also began to gather in the nearest Great Thousand Worlds of the Primordial Five Continents, ready to support the heavenly soldiers.
Once the battle explodes, the Black Spirit Kingdom and Heavenly Court can ensure a steady stream of reinforcements coming from everywhere, ensuring that the combat power under the Saint Realm is equal to that of the opponent, and even has an absolute advantage.
But these are just the basics.
What really determines the outcome of the battle is the fight of the top few masters.
Nowadays, what has attracted much attention is Yang Jian, the true monarch of Erlang, whose record of beheading two saints on the great road is enough to be remembered by the monks.
Then there are the two great sages of Daozi Tianyan and Zhenren Yuding, as well as the ‘old brand’ sages, Sanqing, Jiuying, Nuwa Empress, and Houtu Empress who guards You Ming.
Yang Jian, the judicial god, disappeared at this time, which made people feel a little uneasy.
In addition to Yang Jian, there are many masters under the saints, but only a few can use supernatural powers or treasures to threaten the great saints.
The three elder brothers of the Taoist Three Sects, Guangchengzi, Xuandu Great Master, Duobao Taoist, and several sages personally passed on, and more than a dozen have survived from the ancient times to the present and have the ancient power of the real sage.
Looking at it in this way, the combat power of the predecessor does not seem to be weak.
But if he knew that Tai Su had geometric combat power at the peak of the heyday, he would suddenly be a little more worried about the future of the prehistoric.
This kind of combat power is far from, absolutely not enough, compared to the strength that the Xeon showed when he smashed Taisu back then.
Fortunately, the existence of the Black Spirit Nation barely filled this huge gap...
"Huh? When is it?"
Amidst the emptiness and emptiness, a figure slowly appeared, naturally it was Yang Jian who had been comprehending the Eight or Nine Profound Art here.
His spiritual consciousness unfolded, and he suddenly saw Monkey King and Xuanzang walking on the road to the sky in Nanzhou. There was no smile at the corner of his mouth.
This monkey finally figured it out.
"That's Xuanzang? It's a little different from Jin Chanzi's face. He is more handsome at this time," Yang Jian pondered a few words, seeing that the horse seemed to be transformed by a white dragon. You must know that they had passed through the eagle sorrow.
After staring for a while, Yang Jian withdrew his consciousness.
Whether to look or not, Yang Jian knew where they were going, what demons and monsters they had encountered, how many times they had survived near death and had no danger, so why bother.
What's more, listening to the monkey's yelling of the little Buddhist monk, Yang Jian's heart is somewhat strange...
Immediately began to realize the progress of the eight or nine profound arts.
Pangu God gave some guidance and surpassed Yang Jian Wanzai's painstaking cultivation and enlightenment. At this time, the eighth stage of the Eighty-Nine Profound Art has reached the point of completion. Next, he will begin to think about how to break through the eighth stage's ‘limit’.
This level is quite difficult, and it is not easy.
Yang Jian also failed to obtain the ninth piece of the Eight-Nine Profound Art from the Pangu God. At this time, he still had to rely on the eighth level to break through the limit to reach the Great Perfection realm in order to push the Eight-Nine Profound Art to the brink of sanctification.
"If there is the ninth mental method, it will be good, so that you can have an extra layer of protection, and now you can try to see whether the two methods can be established simultaneously.
Yang Jian sighed softly in his heart, and then felt that he was somewhat greedy.
No matter, it was thanks to Pangu God's opening of a small stove to have such an entry, the next way, you still have to cross the river by feeling the stones.
Inexplicably, Yang Jian felt a solemn atmosphere between heaven and earth.
Although he can't calculate, he can watch his breath.
Looking towards the north room ~EbookFREE.me~, you can see that the billowing suffocation has condensed into an extremely huge black dragon, which has already covered the sky and swallowed the wild.
"The Great Tribulation is not far away."
Yang Jian thought a little, and then set out to see some saints.
This time, he didn't delay anything, he directly asked Tianyan Daozi for the Chaos Clock, slowing down the passage of years by a thousand times, and slowly pondering the eighth stage of the Eight-Nine Profound Art in breaking through the limit to become a holy method.
The feeling was very obvious, and Yang Jian felt the gaze of the saints before entering the Chaos Bell, which was also full of expectation and urgency.
This was a few times, and Yang Jian felt the heavy pressure on his shoulders.
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