Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

However, in the world of Journey to the West, it seems that no civilization is as advanced and enlightened as this.

Under his fiery eyes, Sun Wukong saw that the red-bottomed macaque looked ordinary, without any strangeness, which meant that the other party was indeed that powerful.

Seeing that his fellow had so easily withstood Jin Chanzi's attack, the Six-Eared Macaque naturally felt that he was being saved. Even under Sun Wukong's staff, he couldn't help but show off.

This made Sun Wukong impatient, but completely destroying the opponent's primordial spirit was not something that could be done so easily; it would take time.

Otherwise, you really think that Primordial Chaos Immortals are like cabbages, everywhere you look, appearing and disappearing as easily as you please.

Sun Wukong tapped the Six-Eared Macaque and said, "You shut the hell up! Look at yourself now, and you still have the nerve to show off and help that demon monkey."

We're all clever monkeys, so why am I being called a demon monkey by my own kind? Is it just because I'm a little darker? Although I'm darker than coal, it doesn't have to be like this, does it?

The Six-Eared Macaque was displeased, realizing he was truly at the mercy of the staff and had no choice but to submit.

After saying that, another question arose in Sun Wukong's mind: if the other party really only had the strength of a Hunyuan Daluo Sanxian, why could he so easily and effortlessly withstand his master's attack?

This was also a direction that Tang Sanzang couldn't understand, but the current situation didn't allow him to think about it any further.

"You think you're so great? Let's see how many hits you can catch." Tang Sanzang, having regained his composure, wanted to pull his staff out from between the red-bottomed macaque's fingers and strike it a few more times.

However, the other party did not give him this chance, because no matter how Tang Seng moved, it was no use. The other party's two fingers were as strong as a vise, and he could not move an inch.

"Aren't you tired? If you want it so badly, I'll give it back to you." With that, the red-bottomed macaque let go, taking advantage of the moment when Tang Sanzang stumbled back a few steps due to inertia.

"You!?" Tang Sanzang's eyes widened in horror. This was not a suppression of magic, but a suppression of power.

I remembered now, the Red-Bottomed Macaque's power was comparable to that of the Nine Dragons. I had underestimated it.

Simple! Brutal!

Chapter 875 Crushing the Scissors Hell

Upon sensing the other party's power, Tang Seng seemed to instantly recall something, and his surprised expression was palpable to himself—none of this was possible!

He didn't know how many years ago that was, but he remembered someone telling him a description like this.

In ancient times, there was a man named Yu the Great. Because of severe floods that caused widespread suffering, he was determined to solve this problem and prevent the people from living in such misery any longer.

Therefore, during the well-known story of Yu the Great controlling the floods, something little-known happened: he encountered a creature during this process.

It is described as a living being because Yu the Great did not know whether it was human or a monkey, but he knew how ferocious it was.

Therefore, after going through countless hardships and exerting tremendous effort, they finally subdued Wuzhiqi, the water god of the Huai River, and in order to better solve the serious problem of the flood, they chained him and imprisoned him in the Huai River.

At some point, Yu the Great had a feeling that the creature he had encountered was no ordinary being, and he always felt that it was the key to his flood control efforts.

Therefore, we must conquer it at all costs and then use it to subdue the raging floodwaters.

According to contemporary records, Wuzhiqi was described as having "a monkey-like appearance, a short nose and high forehead, a blue body and white head, golden eyes and snow-white teeth, a neck that could stretch a hundred feet, strength exceeding that of nine elephants, and the ability to fight, leap, run swiftly and nimbly."

I initially thought it was just a rumor, because based on the description, it was exactly like my disciple, almost identical.

However, upon seeing this fellow before him today, Tang Sanzang suddenly realized, "So that's how it is!"

The story of Yu the Great subduing the red-bottomed macaque is not a rumor, and it was not some other creature. It was the third of the four chaotic monkeys that he was currently encountering. Wuzhiqi should be considered the prototype of this red-bottomed macaque.

If that's really the case, then everything makes sense.

As if suddenly enlightened, Tang Sanzang forgot that he was fighting a terrifying enemy. This heavy blow almost took half of Tang Sanzang's life.

The overwhelming power made one dare not underestimate the enemy, but unfortunately, one was now powerless to resist.

Feeling the fist move from in front of his eyes to make contact with his body, and then sink deep into his muscles due to its great strength, and then slowly spreading the pain throughout his body from the point of contact, even this high monk, Jin Chanzi, who had already seen through everything, was in pain and grimaced.

If he could utter a curse, Tang Sanzang would surely have done so without hesitation.

However, Tang Sanzang, being a monk, restrained himself from wanting to curse, because he simply didn't have the time.

The next second, the red-bottomed macaque was already unhappy with the second layer of hell that was about to break but was not. It must be a weirdo with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

So, we simply agreed.

With a stomp, the Scissors Hell, which was already struggling to withstand the battle of the four Grand Luo Immortals, finally split open from beneath the feet of the Red-Bottomed Macaque, as if it had been cut open by scissors.

The cracks continued to spread outwards from the center point, showing no sign of stopping, and wouldn't stop until they reached the end!

"Boom!" Finally, with this loud noise, the second level of hell shattered.

This really made the King of Hell feel heartbroken for a long time. These people are really something. He originally thought that he could still save Hell after making amends, because it was his territory after all, and losing a piece of it was a loss.

Once shattered, it's not something you can create just by saying so. If I had such spatial abilities, I'd still just be a Yama, the King of Hell.

The creation of this space is one of the more important and difficult aspects of the laws of space. Therefore, even a freak like Li Xiuyuan cannot confidently say that he can create a place for you.

Otherwise, Li Xiuyuan wouldn't be cultivating in the Pangu Palace right now. If he could, given his personality, he would have created hundreds or even thousands of pieces in no time and connected them together.

Then, according to the so-called Li Xiuyuan Law, a Li Xiuyuan Dynasty was established, with each place having its own woman living there, and then at night, just like an emperor, they would draw lots.

Whichever number I draw, that's where I'll spend the night tonight, and enjoy the blissful life of an emperor.

But for Li Xiuyuan, all of that was secondary. His real goal was to create a stable space, and then, by incorporating his understanding of time, he could create a place with an absolutely vast space and an absolutely sufficient amount of time.

For cultivators, such a world is simply paradise.

You can cultivate to your heart's content in it, and then come out when you are strong enough. Damn, it only took me a short while, while the other person has already grown old.

Wouldn't that make him invincible? This is how Li Xiuyuan's beautiful dream came about.

Of course, whether all this will succeed, and whether such a place already exists, no one knows yet, but Li Xiuyuan's mind will not change because of these difficulties.

By this time, the Scissors Hell had collapsed, and Sun Wukong could no longer use his golden cudgel to suppress the Six-Eared Macaque. He was still somewhat unwilling to watch the Red-Bottomed Macaque take away his defeated opponent.

But right now, his most important task is to take the injured Tang Sanzang away immediately, otherwise he will be trapped in this spatial vortex and suffer eternal damnation.

As the last fragment of the second level of hell shattered, everyone leaped into the third level. This is because the connections between these eighteen levels of hell were established by the great god who created this existence, utilizing the principles of spatial laws.

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Chapter 876 Spatial Connection 2

Therefore, these seemingly interconnected eighteen levels of hell are actually independent of each other. So even if the second level of hell is gone, it will not affect the normal operation of the other hells.

At this moment, the group that had come to the third level of hell together looked at each other in bewilderment.

Compared to before, there was one more person, and in Tang Sanzang's eyes, this person was a formidable opponent—the Antarctic Longevity Emperor.

Upon seeing this person, Tang Sanzang thought he was seeing things and rubbed his eyes, no longer feeling the pain from the punch he had just received.

But that's just how it is.

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor was just like that, standing there in reality, without a trace of doubt.

"You, what are you doing here?" Tang Sanzang was still very confused about this. Could it be that the Antarctic Longevity Emperor was already a person from hell?

Impossible! Based on my understanding of this old man's temperament, this is absolutely impossible. Even the King of Hell probably wouldn't have such power.

Tang Sanzang was still very respectful to this old man.

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor was already aware of everyone's presence, but now there was no way to avoid meeting them, so he no longer bothered to hide anything.

The red-bottomed macaque looked at him with disdain and said, "Who are you, old man? What are you doing standing here? If you don't want to get beaten up, get out of here."

This made even Sun Wukong a little worried for this guy.

Sure enough, upon seeing someone so arrogant and defiant as to speak to him like that, the Antarctic Longevity Emperor flashed past in a streak of blue light.

He then replied to Tang Sanzang, "I am here, there is someone here..."

But before he could finish speaking, he saw a figure rushing towards him from the spot where he had just thrown out the blue light, its fists seemingly capable of shattering everything.

"It seems you monkey are quite extraordinary. Then I won't stand on ceremony. I originally just wanted to teach you a lesson for your sharp tongue." The Antarctic Longevity Emperor waved his sleeve and left without a trace.

The seemingly slow figure began to sway, almost imperceptibly.

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang and said, "Master, now we have time to recover from our injuries. This monkey probably won't be able to spare any more hands for a while."

As one of the oldest group of Primordial Chaos Immortals, the Antarctic Longevity Emperor was among them.

Although the Red-Bottomed Macaque is incredibly powerful, it is no match for the Antarctic Longevity Emperor, who specializes in Yin-Yang Tai Chi and uses softness to overcome hardness.

Both of them do have their own strengths and are able to digest each other's power in their own way.

The Six-Eared Macaque also knew that his Red-Bottomed Brother was also in trouble for the time being. Moreover, the two of them were not on good terms to begin with, but they were on the same side because they were both under the orders of the same person.

The most important thing now is to focus on recovering from my injuries.

Seeing that both Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong were holding on tightly, he dared not relax even for a moment. If they recovered faster than him, he would fall into their hands again.

"You demon monkey, your strength is indeed exceptionally formidable." The Antarctic Longevity Emperor was even more grateful that he was able to neutralize the Red-Bottomed Macaque's punches, which were as powerful as mountains. Otherwise, his old bones would probably have been shattered by the force of the blows.

"You old man aren't bad either! But I'm young and strong, I don't believe you can last much longer." The red-bottomed macaque said shamelessly.

This only made things worse for the Antarctic Emperor of Immortality's beard.

However, there was no problem in confronting the opponent. Every punch from the opponent was formidable, and more importantly, the opponent's power did not diminish in the slightest.

"I don't know what kind of body structure this monkey has, it's so abnormal. But if I continue like this, I'm afraid I really won't last much longer. I have to think of a way out."

"Boom!"

"Boom! Rumble! Rumble!"

Because it is necessary to neutralize the opponent's power, but energy is always conserved, it cannot simply disappear, so it is still necessary to find a substance to absorb it.

Because this third level of hell was taken into consideration first, and every time the Antarctic Longevity Emperor used his body and techniques, he transmitted them to this hell.

This third layer was naturally much more solid than the previous two layers of hell, but unfortunately, it still began to be unable to withstand the heavy blows, one after another.