"The wind is tight, pull it!"

The Siming Stone Monkey was the most alert. When he saw something was wrong with the sky, he immediately shouted. He was worthy of being an old man who traveled around the world and mingled with the bottom of society.

Before he finished speaking, his second junior brother Wu Neng and his third junior brother Wu Jing, who had just entered the door not long ago, turned into light and fled outside with a bang. Even the spiritual Tianshan Dragon Horse stepped on the steep hillside.

He rushed down the mountain.

The only one left was the master. Wukong was moved to tears on the spot and didn't know what to say. The Siming Stone Monkey was about to use his skills to escape, but Cizhou gently patted his shoulder and immediately taught him

It was as if he had been struck by a immobilization spell, unable to move at all while staying in place.

"Disciple Wukong, remember! Misfortunes and blessings depend on each other, and disasters can also be regarded as blessings. At this time, you have been suppressed by Feilai Peak in your life, and you will naturally be able to reduce many disasters in the future. At least, you will avoid falling into the hands of the enemy.

Hands, the tragic end of being humiliated in every possible way."

After Ci Zhou said these words, as his final explanation, there was a bang, and the whole person disappeared on the spot, causing a shock like an explosion in the atmosphere, and he did not know where he went.

Just now it was a scene of brothers and sisters being respectful to each other, teachers being kind and disciples being filial, but in the blink of an eye, everything was gone, even the mounts had fled, leaving only the Siming Stone Monkey alone, facing the mountain peaks falling from the sky.

"I...Fokyou!"

After following his master for many days, Siming Stone Monkey also learned a lot of mantras with incomprehensible meanings. For example, the three words he blurted out just now are very unkind in literal terms, but after they are spoken out, their power becomes even more obvious.

On the mountain road not far away, Wu Neng and Wu Jing appeared together. Ci Zhou slowed down a step and heard the echo of the empty valley echoing in his ears. Wukong's "Fo Ke You" was sung all over the mountains and plains. He couldn't help laughing.

Smile.

Zhu Gangxi seemed to notice that his senior brother was glancing over at him. He quickly lay down on the ground, raised his huge pig head, stared at the slowly falling Feilai Peak with wide eyes, and said seriously: "Master, junior brother, are we a little bit

Too much."

Sha Wujing said nothing and stared at the monk in black. He didn't really give in. He was just forced to become a disciple under Ci Zhou's sect.

"Without the calamity of this mountain's suppression, Wukong's moral deeds will not be able to increase dramatically. Don't look at it now that he has nowhere to vent his resentment. In the future, he will naturally understand the truth and know how deep our love and affection for him are!"

At the same time, the orchid acupuncture hand, the sunflower acupoint hand, the secret technique of the Zen forest, the blood-cutting finger, and other incredible magical skills in the body of the Siming stone monkey not only prevent the flow of real energy and mana in the large acupoints around the body, but also cannot mobilize the energy and blood of the acupoints.

, could only watch helplessly as Feilai Feng covered his head.

"As you wish, follow my will...Golden cudgel, hold on for me!"

In desperation, Wukong could only count on his magic soldiers to save the situation. He saw a flash of golden light rising into the sky, and after a moment, it turned into a pillar that was as thick as three people could hold it, ten feet long, and the lower end was against the mountain road.

The upper part was violently punched into Feilai Peak, and terrifying spider web-like cracks suddenly appeared on the smooth, mirror-like cross section.

As expected of an ancient divine treasure, the sea-suppressing divine object that shocked the West Sea, Feilai Peak, which was descending rapidly, was actually stopped by the Ruyi Golden Cudgel.

Even so, I don’t know that Feilai Peak, which weighs hundreds of millions of kilograms, is still sinking slowly. It’s not that there is something wrong with Zhenhai Divine Iron, but that the nature of the mountain road is relatively sparse and cannot withstand such terrifying pressure. It slowly breaks into pieces.

It cracked and collapsed, causing the Ruyi Golden Cudgel to sink inch by inch.

This scene was like cutting off someone's head with a blunt knife, making the scene of imminent death extremely long. It was really chilling. Even the cruel and ruthless Zhu Gangxi could not help but look away. On the contrary, Sha Wujing looked at it with gusto.

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However, Cizhou opened his eyes wide and witnessed the flying peak land crashing down. He couldn't help but get an idea and murmured to himself: "Wuneng, Wujing, do you know of a palm technique that can fall from the sky?"

Zhu Ganghui immediately shook his head after hearing this. Sha Wuwu stirred his brain vigorously and seemed to have discovered something, but he shook his head slightly in disbelief.

Cizhou laughed in surprise and said: "I don't know why? I suddenly had an inspiration, and I understood a move from the sky, a palm technique that fell from the sky. In the past, I might not have been able to use it, but now I have used this skill to annihilate my family.

The main altar has accumulated hundreds of years of pure mental power, transformed the spiritual thoughts into rosary beads, and experienced the thunder tribulation and transformed into yang, and it is actually possible to have 70% to 80% chance!"

Zhu Gangxi didn't take it seriously at first, but when he thought about it, he couldn't help but panic. After all, he had once seen the master's living Vajra power, the incarnation of pure violence and killing, with unfathomable magic power, but he was not as good as him.

Only now that the spiritual mind has taken its true form and can transform and benefit from each other with the true physical body, this must be the key.

Therefore, Wu Neng couldn't help but think to himself: "Perhaps what the master said is true. He really got an idea and realized a miraculous move. I guess it must be a magical skill from Buddhism!"

Sha Wujing remained silent. He knew that the cheap master Ci Zhou beside him was an upright monk and would not lie to others. However, if he believed that in just a moment, he could give people an idea and realize the extraordinary power.

Naturally, most people don’t believe in the moves.

"A moment of inspiration may be precious. However, if it is not implemented, put into action, and practiced down-to-earth, it will ultimately be in vain!"

"For example, when an actor composes a piece of music, he is occasionally struck by inspiration, and his mastery of pronunciation can only capture one or two syllables. It requires several musicians who are good at this to work together to arrange the music, supplemented by various instruments, and practice for a long time to get rid of the dross.

Only after taking the essence and tempering it repeatedly can it be made into a song. Finally, it has to be sung all over the world. Only if it is lucky enough to be remembered by people can it be passed down to the world."

"Just talking about how much manpower, material and mental effort was spent on it, I don't know how much it cost. For such a masterpiece, the melody was written down on paper, included in the music house, and even the music score was included in the palace music, and it was played in front of the princes and nobles.

It has reached its end. How difficult was the process?"

Sha Wu Jinggu didn't believe it, but he didn't dare not believe it. In the end, he compromised and adopted a half-believing attitude. He looked sideways at the master and saw the monk in black smiling, as if he was confident, so he couldn't help but believe a little more.

At the same time, with the Ruyi Golden Cudgel holding up the scene, the Siming Stone Monkey took the opportunity to stick out his tongue, pulled a few nose hairs into his mouth, chewed them up, took a mouthful of evil spirit and sprayed it out, turning into three or four thick hairs.

The black horse monkeys surrounded themselves and used various acupuncture techniques.

Perhaps one of them worked, and Wukong's legs returned to normal. He immediately dug his ten toes into the ground, dug deeply into the rocks on the mountain road, and kicked his legs back with all his strength.

Hearing a cry, the Siming Stone Monkey slid forward on the ground. He was about to escape from the shadow of Feilai Peak, trap the dragon and go out to sea, and regain his freedom.

Unfortunately, he faced the slope going up the mountain and jumped forward. Not only was he leaving the circle, but he was also getting closer to the Feilai Peak above his head. This discovery immediately made Wukong feel scared, and he quickly thought of the Seven Sisters of the Spider Family.

With such gentleness, the dry roots suddenly erupted and forced their way into the mountain road, forcibly slowing down their escape.

After all, Cizhou had extraordinary eyesight. He saw his eldest disciple behaving like this from afar, and couldn't help but praise: "Front line of immortals brake? This is a magical skill! I am willing to be defeated by my master!"

The truth is that the Ruyi Golden Cudgel could not hold Feilai Peak for too long. It was pressed by a million tons of rock. The stick kept hammering into the mountain. When it suddenly fell and merged with the mountain, Wukong just escaped.

A right hand and head, and most of the body were pressed under Feilai Peak.

In front of the sect's main altar, on the top of the ruined witch bone tower, the guardian wizard Jiugong saw his prey being suppressed by himself. He couldn't help laughing, and wiped away the unhappiness that had accumulated in the sect just now at being forcibly taken by outsiders.

I saw him reaching out to pinch, shouting "somersault", and the clouds that filled the sky above the sect's main altar immediately separated into one and flew down, dragging out long cloud trails in the air. After taking a breath, they appeared at the feet of the guardian wizard.

, holding up the Nine Palaces firmly.

"Let's go..."

The oncoming strong wind blew away the fog-like veil that covered the face of the protector wizard Jiugong, revealing his thick mouth like sausages. Thinking of his pride, he couldn't help but grin, with the corners of his mouth reaching just below his ears.

You can see how vast it is.

Ci Zhou noticed that the path of clouds appeared on the horizon, and opened his Dharma Eyes between his brows. He saw the old enemy of his disciple Wukong, who seemed to be the incarnation of the golden fish spirit, the King of Inspiration. His thick neck had no Adam's apple. He couldn't help but think to himself: "It's unexpected.

It’s a woman? That’s strange!”

After three breaths, before the Siming Stone Monkey could struggle to take out its other hand, Jiugong, the protector wizard of our religion, had already approached in the clouds. She lowered her head and looked down at the prey that was suppressed by Feilai Peak and could not move. She originally wanted to throw it away a few times.

Although he said harsh words, he still had some scruples about Ci Zhou and the two big monsters hiding nearby. He immediately took out a bone knife covered with serrations and waved it in the wind, turning it into a one-handed decapitation axe, giving off a condensed feeling.

Such as the actual bloody evil spirit.

Cizhou looked at the protector wizard Jiugong holding the murderous weapon with both hands, and focused 70% to 80% of his attention on the four bright stone monkeys, while the other two or three minutes were looking at himself and Wu Neng. Wu Jing and others immediately knew that even if the other party was acting, he was still

Seeing that he failed to lure the enemy, he took advantage of the situation and beheaded Wukong. Now he could only stand up and show himself, and even burned the few remaining merits to become a living Vajra body.

With one step, the chasm in the sky becomes a clear path. This is the foot power of the six magical powers of Buddhism! Cizhou appeared next to his disciple Wukong in an instant. He saw the guardian wizard Jiugong holding the decapitating ax with both hands and suddenly dropped it towards the neck of the Siming Stone Monkey.

Everything suddenly became very slow, almost time stopped.

In a world where time stopped like mosquitoes in amber gems, the only one who could move was Ci Zhou. He still had time to look around and couldn't help but laugh in surprise.

"The closer I get to the end of my destiny, the greater my magical powers become. Look, even the seventh sense of time of the Saints, which is the last time of Buddhism, has appeared in me."

Cizhou stretched out his right hand generously, clamped the neck of the eldest disciple Wukong like an iron pincer, and forcefully dragged him out of Feilai Peak's suppression, far away from the death shadow of the decapitating axe.

Afterwards, Cizhou stood up, his eyes became extremely cold, looked down at the guardian wizard Jiugong who was bowing to chop, and sighed: "Let time flow normally!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the world that had almost stopped flowing normally again, the decapitating ax crashed down against the mountain skin of Feilai Peak. What would have been a bloody light appeared, and the head of a Siming Stone Monkey rolled down the mountain.

However, Cizhou's intervention in the long river of time allowed the eldest disciple Wukong to escape the inevitable death. The decapitating ax fell on the mountain road, making a crisp sound and shining a few sparks at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, Ci Zhou jumped up and soared into the sky with the body of a living vajra (three heads and eight arms). Just at this moment, a mountain eagle with colorful feathers flew by, and he stepped lightly on the eagle's back.

Go up three feet higher.

The dark clouds in the sky were dispersed by Ci Zhou's blow, and the sun appeared at the "three poles" position, like a mist cloud blown away by the strong wind. It leisurely transformed into a giant Buddha with the fearless seal in his left hand and the wish seal in his right hand.

Cizhou was inspired by witnessing Feilai Peak suppressing Wukong with his own eyes. He was immediately completed by this scene, and he really learned the palm technique of falling from the sky with one move.

I saw him clasping his hands together, closing his eyes, and leaning back. Just as he ran out of strength to rise, he fell downwards, chanting silently.
Chapter completed!