Lao Tzu is Ji Gong

Seeing their target standing there motionless, the three dragons naturally wouldn't let her go so easily, and charged forward with even greater ferocity.

The three dragons crashed into him as if they were impervious to pain, and the monks, bearing immense pressure, gritted their teeth and endured this heaven-defying power.

The red-bottomed macaque looked down from its high perch at the besieged monks and said, "How was it? Were my three dragons satisfying enough? Shall I give you another big gift?"

Fortunately, the monk was too exhausted to say anything more to this guy and was focused on dealing with the dragon. If he were to accidentally break through his Iron Shirt technique, he would be in serious trouble.

However, in his heart, he cursed this bastard to the heavens. If he were to receive another big gift, it would truly be sending him straight to meet the King of Hell.

Although I don't know if Yama, the King of Hell, dares to take me in, I really don't want to stay in this hellish place any longer.

It's really frustrating. Why would this guy suddenly have nine dragons appear out of nowhere? It's just too unbelievable; it simply doesn't conform to common scientific sense.

Even though this world doesn't have technology or science yet, it's still ridiculously overpowered and defies the heavens.

The dragon felt its attack being blocked by the tiny creature in front of it, and seemed to get angry. It pulled its body back and bent over again, trying to break through the Iron Shirt defense.

However, they were clever enough not to pull the three dragons back together, which forced the monks to continue their defense without moving.

One of the dragons suddenly shrank its body, then gathered its strength to attack again.

The enormous body and the giant dragon's head relentlessly charged towards the tiny human monk.

"Oh!"

Unsurprisingly, it crashed into him again, causing the monk to cough up blood.

But he knew he had to persevere, or he would be defeated here today. More importantly, he needed to buy time; that time was very, very close. A voice in his heart said, "Hold on a little longer, just a little longer."

Seeing Sun Wukong being beaten like this was unbearable to watch, but the other party was his master's body. He could only watch helplessly as his master was bullied like this, and he couldn't suppress his impulse.

Sun Wukong shouted, "Stop it, you old man!" He was about to swing his golden cudgel to help this guy who was his master but not really his master.

However, this action was stopped by the Six-Eared Macaque, who was also standing by, who said, "We don't need to interfere in their battle. If you're really bored, I'll keep you company."

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After saying that, he took the initiative to attack, not giving the other party any chance. Otherwise, it would have been really bad if Sun Wukong had disrupted their battle.

Sun Wukong naturally wouldn't let such a guy stop him. He knew that the monk, who was also his master, couldn't hold on for much longer, and if things continued like this, he would probably be seriously injured.

Unfortunately, the Six-Eared Macaque's power was comparable to Sun Wukong's. Not to mention being able to defeat him quickly, even if he didn't want to fight him, he couldn't help him because the other party was so persistent.

With a smile on his face, the Six-Eared Macaque said, "Stop being so persistent. You can't get there. Just stay here and watch, or you can fight me. The choice is yours."

There are two reasons why the Six-Eared Macaque can say this: that way, he will always win in the end.

If Sun Wukong were watching from the sidelines, given the current situation, the Red-Bottomed Macaque would defeat this so-called martial monk in no time, making it much easier to deal with Sun Wukong.

If this guy is oblivious to the situation and insists on interfering, it's impossible. Although I can't defeat him either, I can at least hold him off.

The two were like push-and-pull tai chi, neither able to gain the upper hand, but unfortunately, the situation was now tilting in favor of the demonic sect.

Even if Sun Wukong clenched his fists tightly, there was nothing he could do to change the current situation.

Chapter 942 Originally from the same root, split into three

At this point, it wasn't just Sun Wukong clenching his fists; the martial monk was also on the verge of collapse from the blow. There were only three dragons at the moment, and if more came, he would probably be defeated.

And it was a complete and utter failure!

In his desperation, Sun Wukong cried out, "Lord Laozi of the South Pole, hurry and save Master Wu! If you wait any longer, it may be too late!"

Under normal circumstances, Sun Wukong rarely asks for help from others, but now he has really reached a point where there is no other way, so he has no choice but to place his hopes on the Antarctic Emperor of Immortality.

The Six-Eared Macaque was also surprised to find that there was such a person; he had completely forgotten about him.

So they were thinking of trying to dissuade them, but the Antarctic Immortal Emperor's next move surprised them all.

The Antarctic Immortal Emperor, who was clearly empty-handed, looked at Sun Wukong and said, "What did you say? I can't hear you."

Sun Wukong thought the guy was either old and blind or really couldn't hear, so he raised his voice again and said, "Master can't hold on much longer, hurry up and save him!"

The opponent is, after all, a Grand Luo Immortal of the Primordial Chaos, a force not to be underestimated. If the opponent is willing to make a move, there is still a chance for a turn of events.

Unfortunately, the old man seemed to be joking with them, saying, "How can I help? They're fighting so fiercely, how can I intervene? I'm really powerless to do anything about it."

"Have you forgotten our alliance? What's with you abandoning us now?" Sun Wukong was absolutely furious. How could this guy be like this? It was hard to believe.

So he stopped caring about saving face and shouted.

However, Laozi's skin has remained resilient over the years; it doesn't turn red or itch, and he remains unmoved, like a mountain, watching the show.

Seeing this, the Six-Eared Macaque almost burst out laughing, saying, "Don't waste your energy, Sun Wukong. Just watch how we win. Why bother? Can't you see that this old guy clearly knows the Demonic Sect is about to win, so he's deliberately not making a move? If he were truly an ally of you, he would have helped you long ago. Give up. He's afraid that the Demonic Sect will cause him trouble after we've dealt with you."

Although Sun Wukong had already anticipated this outcome, it was still an insult to have it said to his face like that. He simply couldn't tolerate it; if he did, he wouldn't be the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace.

Sun Wukong no longer cared about the outcome; at this moment, he only knew that he had to save Tang Sanzang, so he took out his golden cudgel and struck at the Six-Eared Macaque.

If they wanted to go and help, they had to deal with this guy now, so Sun Wukong stopped holding back and started beating the Six-Eared Macaque wildly, venting all his anger on him.

The Six-Eared Macaque had long anticipated that this guy would attack him. After so many battles, he had figured out his nature, so Sun Wukong did not gain any advantage.

She took a step back and said sarcastically, "Don't be so fierce, it might scare people."

I don't know what's wrong with the people here today; the things they're saying are absolutely terrifying.

However, Sun Wukong, who was serious at this moment, had no intention of joking with you. With a serious expression, he swung his golden cudgel again and struck.

With a swift dodge, the Six-Eared Macaque's golden cudgel shattered the very spot where he stood. With another strike, the ground of the Stone-Pressing Hell became riddled with craters, making the already unsightly ground even more unbearable.

The Six-Eared Macaque, who had been hiding, knew that as long as he could drag things out, he would be the victor. There was no need for him to be competitive. The key now was to defeat the monster, retrieve it, and return to report back.

Although the Red-Bottomed Monkey had encountered a worthy opponent, it must have known that the opponent had not yet used its full strength. This was inevitable; the opponent would not be that weak.

But what exactly was the reason that the monk wasn't using his full strength against him? This was a question that Red-Bottomed Monkey couldn't figure out.

It's truly unbelievable to see the warrior monk struggling so hard against the three dragons.

The monk looked up at the red-bottomed macaque. Although its face was ferocious, there seemed to be something in its eyes that made the macaque not to underestimate it.

Therefore, regardless of the other party's motives, he decided to end this fight today, retrieve the demon, and return to Wutian to report back.

This time, there was no mercy. Controlling the remaining six dragons, the Red-Bottomed Macaque looked down at the immobile monk and said calmly, "No matter what, let it be."

Perhaps only he himself heard these words, and perhaps only he himself knew what they meant. Therefore, the dragon had no pity whatsoever and charged towards the tiny human with all its might. The beast race's desire for humans had always been to swallow them whole.

"Roar, roar, roar,"

"Hooho"

"Roar"

The approaching dragon seemed poised to defeat him and devour him in one gulp, fueling its growing excitement. However, the monks grew even more tense.

Whether I can succeed or not depends on these next few seconds.

Fortunately, human effort can overcome anything. The power of the nine dragons was indeed difficult to resist, but if the person resisting them was not a martial monk, then the situation would be quite different.

A cloud of black mist emerged from it and slowly began to gather.

"What?!" Although the red-bottomed macaque thought that everything was about to end like this, its expression still changed slightly when it saw the black mist.

However, what surprised him was not only the black mist, but also the golden light that followed—this was...

Sure enough, before the red-bottomed macaque could finish speaking, just as he had expected, a huge black dragon appeared before him, accompanied by a flash of Buddhist light.

Chapter 943 Brothers United - So Refreshing!

"Haha, it's finally a success! It's a success! I've waited all these years, and now I can finally see this beautiful sunlight." The real black dragon had forgotten his surroundings, his senses overwhelmed by the overwhelming impulse.

Although there is no sunlight in hell, one can believe that after this competition, one will be able to see this beautiful world.

But that wasn't all. "Amitabha, well done, well done." The true Buddhist master, Tang Xuanzang Jin Chanzi, also appeared before him after a long absence.

Upon seeing these two, the Red-Bottomed Macaque realized the source of his lingering worry: the Golden Cicada split into three, the martial monk, and the Evil Dragon.

The evil dragon, with its nonchalant demeanor, became even more domineering after being released, saying, "Tang Sanzang, you didn't expect to succeed with me, did you?"

Jin Chanzi: "Yes, this humble monk really didn't expect this either. But it seems that Brother Warrior Monk is still being suppressed. Shouldn't we rescue him first?"

The evil dragon then realized that his brother was still under the pressure of the three dragons and was almost unable to hold on.

He said awkwardly, "Haha, yes, yes, it was my oversight. Monk, I'm coming to your rescue right away, no rush, no rush."

The evil dragon instantly swelled its body, and a black dragon with soaring black energy descended upon the three sides of the dragon. Compared to its previous alternating states, the evil dragon was now a completely different beast.

If anyone else saw this dragon, they would probably be terrified, but the evil dragon looked at it with amusement, showing no fear whatsoever.

"Roar!" The dragon's roar echoed throughout every inch of the Stone-Pressing Hell, venting its anger. Seeing the monk being bullied like this, the evil dragon, who regarded him as a brother, would not let this go if it could not vent its anger properly.

The evil dragon's roar seemed to be a genuine expression of its discontent. Upon hearing this majestic roar, the three dragons became quite timid, and their strength in resisting the monk was inexplicably weakened.

This gave the monk a chance to catch his breath; those three-headed fellows were really too domineering.

Without his own Iron Shirt technique as a defense, such brute force would have been doomed today. Fortunately, the time he gained through his efforts was a good result.

Looking up at the energetic evil dragon and Jin Chanzi, he felt that his efforts had not been in vain.

Not only did the evil dragon feel dissatisfied at seeing his brother suffer, but so did Jin Chanzi. At this point, the three of them were practically of the same origin, and the feeling of being connected heart to heart was truly extraordinary.

Although these three people all appear in this world and in physical form, they now have a feeling for each other that is difficult to describe in words.

This feeling means I can clearly know what you're thinking, I know when you need me, and I can entrust my back to you. My comrade-in-arms, let's fight together!

If the March of the Volunteers could be played right now, these three might be able to sing along to the rhythm of the music: "Charge, brothers!"

Jin Chanzi took off his kasaya, one of his life-saving treasures. Although the warrior monk's defense was already quite formidable, having an extra one of these things was always beneficial. Therefore, under the watchful eyes of the dragon, he unhesitatingly draped the kasaya over the warrior monk.