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The appearance of the golden armor robe on his body made Qin Feng's breath change drastically at this time.

Above the horizon, beyond the barrier of the hill.

The Buddhas and Arhats who gathered outside this enchantment, when they saw the golden armor robe that appeared on Qin Feng's body, they all looked horrified, and their bodies were so frightened that they couldn't help but take half a step back, and in their eyes... It's even more terrifying.

Qin Feng's battle armor, the unforgettable golden armor, made them can't help but think of the fear of being dominated by the Monkey King!

However, within this enchantment, Sun Wukong's golden body was draped in a golden and red robe, his expression was still wooden, and his body did not move, but he had been waiting, waiting for the instructions from Sakyamuni.

And for Sakyamuni, he also wants to try it now, the golden body of the Monkey King under his control, if he encounters the real Monkey King's original thoughts, what kind of combat power will burst out!

Can the power of his own control over it reach an absolute level?!

Rumble!

From Qin Feng's body, a circle of qi emanated.

When this circle of air wave dispersed, the entire hill and all the trees were uprooted and flew in the middle of the day.

And when this wave of qi bombarded the enveloping hill barrier, it dissipated instantly.

It can be seen that this barrier that shrouds the hill is extremely strong and difficult to deal with.

Meanwhile.

Behind Qin Feng, there was a big red cloak fluttering, two red tassels flying above his head, and on Qin Feng's face and hands, there was an illusory golden monkey hair flowing.

Qin Feng at this moment, looking at it from afar...

It's like, it's the Monkey King!

Xue Huang Bingruo behind him, when he saw this scene, when he saw Qin Feng's back, those ice crystal eyes, his eyes were red and cracked in an instant, and there were tears, rolling from them, as if they were going to drip anytime and anywhere.

How many years...!

How many years have passed, this nostalgic back!

"Buddhas?"

At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice slowly came out of Qin Feng's mouth, and two words sounded between heaven and earth.

This is not Qin Feng's voice.

Rather, the voice of the Monkey King!

Those eyes opened suddenly!

The raging golden flame burned in Qin Feng's eyes, and in his hand, the golden hoop rod floated out of his ear in an instant, fell into the palm of his hand, and turned into an ancient gold iron rod.

On it, there are ten dragon pattern carvings.

The moment the two words came out, when they fell into the ears of the Buddhas outside this enchantment, all the great Buddhas and arhats were slammed in their hearts.

My mind goes blank!

This voice...

They're all too familiar!

In the past, when the battle between immortals and demons appeared, wherever this voice appeared, the immortals and Buddhas... They were all slaughtered by madness, and it was impossible to run.

Even though all the Buddhas know that Sun Wukong is already in their hands at this moment, even if they also know that the Sun Wukong in this enchantment is just a stubborn original idea, and the difference between his strength and his peak is completely 108,000 miles.

However, the fear that once left in the deep soul of the gods still made the hearts of the Buddhas tremble.

"Youngsters. ”

Qin Feng's eyes...

To be precise, it should be Sun Wukong's eyes at this moment.

Raised his eyes slightly, he looked at the Buddhas and Arhats beyond the heavens.

In those fiery eyes, there is an absolute contempt for these so-called Buddhas, as if in his eyes, these Buddhas are just cabbages to be slaughtered, just some scum and garbage, not worth mentioning at all.

"You evil beast, you still dare to be arrogant. ”

Shakyamuni's voice also came out at this moment.

Extremely calm, but also extremely confident, in Shakyamuni's view, today... This splashing monkey can't run away no matter what.

For Sakyamuni, this is a very celebratory thing, he has always wanted to catch the original idea of Sun Wukong, it is really a good way to heaven, and there is no way to surrender to hell.

This made Shakyamuni extremely proud of his previous plan to let the golden cicada protect Luo Qinghan.

When Shakyamuni's voice came out, the golden body of Sun Wukong, who had stepped into the enchantment, and the silver iron rod in his hand, swung forward violently, and the silver rod turned into a huge one, smashing towards the top of Qin Feng's head.

"The power of this saint should belong to this saint. ”

'Qin Feng' didn't choose to hide, he looked directly at the smashed silver rod, and raised his hand violently, but he actually used his hand to support the smashed silver rod.

Boom Boom!

With 'Qin Feng' as the center, the entire hill is surging and tumbling, shattering inch by inch, and the undulating mountains rise in chaos, which is amazing.

Outside the enchantment, all the Buddhas were stunned at this moment!

They didn't expect that the only remaining Monkey King could have such a powerful power, you know... The power of this Monkey King's golden body, with one stick, is enough to make the soul of the Holy Seven Realms fly away!

And Sun Wukong's original idea was blocked like this.

In fact...

There are two reasons why Sun Wukong was able to stop it.

The first is that he has been asleep long enough during this period of time to store enough power for this original thought.

Second, the opponent... It's who he is!

At this moment when the Buddhas in the Buddha Realm were stunned, the 'Qin Feng' who was holding the silver rod with his hand lit up with a brilliant golden red light from the palm of his hand.

When everything that was lit up by this light was clearly visible, from above Sun Wukong's golden body, there was actually a golden-red streamer, surging out, along the silver iron rod, surging towards the body of 'Qin Feng'.

'Qin Feng' is absorbing the power in his golden body!

"Humph!"

And at this time, outside the enchantment, Sakyamuni snorted coldly, and when the cold snort appeared, he saw that there was a 'swastika' character on the golden body of Sun Wukong, as if it was embedded in Sun Wukong's golden body, which completely shrouded it.

The moment the word 'swastika' appeared, 'Qin Feng', who was originally frantically absorbing the power of the golden body, stopped instantly.

Brow... Suddenly he wrinkled.

But there is a different color in his eyes.

Just now, when he absorbed the power of his golden body, he felt a trace of other breath in his golden body.

"Master..."

Murmuring...

No one could hear it.

Those who are familiar with the Monkey King will know.

Master and master, although they both mean the same thing, but Sun Wukong... Only one person will be called a master, and the other will be a master.

For Sun Wukong, the master refers to Tang Sanzang.

And the master...

The world is so big, there is only one person who is his Monkey King's master, and that is... Bodhi Ancestor!

The wisp of breath that Sun Wukong perceived in his golden body was the breath of his master Bodhi Ancestor, to be precise... It's a bodhi!

[There will be an update in the early morning.] 】

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