"This is impossible, the ginseng fruit tree is dead, why did the heavenly tribulation come instead, and it was five days in advance!" "The Tongtian Sect Master stood up suddenly, and looked at Wuzhuang with a solemn face!

"No, the ginseng fruit tree is not really dead, he still retains a holy tree spirit!" Taishang Laojun next to him slowly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Zhen Yuanzi and said, "Brother Dao, is this your calculation?" But for the ginseng fruit tree that is now suffering from a lot of vitality, even if the surviving spirit of the holy tree wants to successfully survive the tribulation, I'm afraid there is little hope!"

Zhen Yuanzi's eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the countless Daomen disciples below who looked up and listened to the sermon: "Maybe, ......!"

After a pause, Zhen Yuanzi continued: "Three Dao brothers, you see, every living being in the world is longing for itself to be different, eager to become stronger, not to mention the ginseng fruit tree that has been nurtured for countless thousands of years to give birth to this trace of spiritual wisdom?

"If that's the case, maybe the ginseng fruit tree really shouldn't die, I'll wait and see!" Taishang Laojun stroked his beard and said, then continued to close his eyes and recuperate, no more words!

"Smack!" The Tongtian Sect Master slapped down and sat down in the chair and stood up: "Zhen Yuanzi, don't think that the deity doesn't know what wishful thinking you are playing, do you think that if the ginseng fruit tree is sanctified, you can unite with that old guy Su Bodhi to sing against us?" Hmph, the momentum of the Heavenly Court Era is at its peak, but you believe in the theory that Su Bodhi's old thing is booming and declining, the old man can tell you now that the power of the Heavenly Dao is indeed weakening, but if the Heavenly Dao is broken at that time, not only the Heavenly Court will be robbed, but all the living beings in the entire Three Realms, your Wanshou Mountain, and the Lingtai Fangcun Mountain of the old thing of Su Bodhi are no exception!"

"It's enough to go through the sky!" Taishang Laojun next to him frowned and opened his eyes again: "The so-called Tao is different and does not conspire with each other, we are pursuing the road to the sky, Brother Zhen Yuanzi and Brother Su Bodhi are pursuing to go against the sky, I am equal to the human race, although the Tao is different, but also the same qi and branches, why argue endlessly!"

"What Dao Ancestor said is extremely true, Poor Dao has no idea of going against Heavenly Court, but I have been with the ginseng fruit tree for countless thousands of years, and I am also a teacher and friend to each other, and I just hope that he can survive!"

"What's the matter, why does the poor monk feel so depressed!" Tang Seng raised his head and looked at the sky below that seemed to be close at hand, and asked with some confusion!

Zhu Bajie looked around in disbelief, and suddenly his complexion changed greatly, and he picked up Tang Seng and put him on the white dragon horse: "Senior Brother Sha, let's go, this is an immeasurable catastrophe, leave the Wanshou Mountain area quickly!"

In the center of the immeasurable tribulation on the other side, Wang Hu looked at Sun Wukong, who was still standing unconsciously with the golden hoop stick: "Brother Monkey, what's wrong with you? Wake up!"

"Boom!" A powerful momentum erupted from Sun Wukong's body, Wang Hu was instantly blown away by this momentum, Sun Wukong's face became hideous again, and the golden hoop stick in his hand instantly locked the location of another Holy Spirit on the ginseng fruit tree, and that position was the place where Wang Hu's second infant entered before!

In the Supreme Hall, the eight Bodhisattvas all looked at the last section of incense on the ground that was about to burn out with solemn faces, and the King of the Earth Bodhisattva suddenly spewed out a mouthful of golden blood and landed on the incense, with a trace of anxiety in his eyes: "Quick, quick!"

"Boom!" Sun Wukong swept across the hard wall wrapped around the Holy Spirit with a stick, and the golden hoop rod stopped at the moment when it was about to touch the Holy Spirit.

"Brother Monkey is me, are you really going to kill me?" A familiar aura made Sun Wukong's face show struggle,

At the same time, Wang Hu's voice suddenly came from the Holy Spirit, which made Sun Wukong's movements completely stopped!

"Boom!" At this moment, an immeasurable thunderbolt like a silver waterfall fell in the sky.

"Poof!" The eight Bodhisattvas in the Supreme Hall spit out a mouthful of blood at the same time, and the last trace of burning incense was directly extinguished, and the eight people looked at the small piece of burning incense with a somewhat complicated expression!

The spirit of the sacred tree of the ginseng fruit tree was not destroyed at the last moment, and now under the immeasurable calamity, they have completely lost control of Sun Wukong, but the result is no longer under their control!

Above the thirty-two layers of heaven, the four saints retracted their gazes, and no one in the immeasurable eons could no longer probe a single bit, as for the result, it would depend on the creation of each person in the immeasurable eons!

"What a lock heart hoop, what a Buddha Bodhisattva!" At the moment when the lock heart hoop lost control over Sun Wukong, Sun Wukong's eyes suddenly became clear, and he suddenly raised his head to look at the immeasurable thunder that was about to fall in the sky: "Lao Sun will let you know the fate of calculating my old grandson today!"

Sun Wukong flicked the golden hoop stick with a hideous face, and Wang Hu's body was directly blasted away by a stick at the last moment, turning into a streamer and smashing directly outside the range of the immeasurable calamity!

"I'll go, Brother Monkey, you can't be gentle!" Wang Hu crawled out of a pile of rocks with a disgraced face, looking at Sun Wukong and the Spirit of the Holy Tree who were directly shrouded in countless thunderbolts, and of course, the second infant who had completely lost contact with himself, muttered a little depressedly!

Within the immeasurable tribulation, Sun Wukong roared and rushed towards the infinite thunder and lightning in the sky, countless thunderbolts hit his body, constantly blasting him into the ground, and every time he rushed out with a hideous face again!

Once, twice, three times, and finally, when his entire body was shrouded in lightning, the eight glittering golden relics on his body exploded instantly.

Sun Wukong shouted angrily, and the golden hoop stick in his hand led a thick thunderbolt into his body again.

At the same time, there was silence in the Supreme Hall, and a crazy roar suddenly sounded: "You bald donkeys are very comfortable calculating my old grandson, aren't you? Today you all give your old grandson ...... death!"

One echo after another echoed in the Supreme Hall, like the sound of urging life, the eight Bodhisattvas spurted blood again at the same time, and everyone's cultivation directly regressed one order, they all knew very well that there was only one kind of situation, and the hidden Buddha array arranged on Sun Wukong's body was directly broken!

"Boom!" The last incense burnt below was suddenly ignited, and in the face of the eight Bodhisattvas, the void above the sky distorted and transformed, and one after another immeasurable thunderbolts fell!

"It's over!" "Jizo King Bodhisattva looked at the thunder that fell towards him, he knew that this time he was afraid that he would not be able to escape!

And he didn't have to look for himself at all, the remaining seven people definitely couldn't be better than him!

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