I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

"I'm not a fool!"

The man opposite named Miso sneered, "You're so smart, yet you were caught as a guide. I can't beat you with my brain. What if you collude with these people to seize the position of the God Lord?"

"shit!"

Linglongzi sneered, "The Divine Lord is my master. If I want to replace him, I only need him to reach a higher level. Why resort to such tactics? As for you, the Divine Lord has already made it clear that he wants me to bring that escaped fish from the Western Buddhist world to see him. Now that I've brought these people here, you're blocking my way. Are you trying to steal the credit? It seems you've forgotten the power of the Divine Lord's Immortal Demon Prison!"

"Hmph, I'm not interested in stealing your credit..." Miso glanced at the monk and suddenly laughed, "I simply think that being beaten like this by such a wretch is a disgrace to the Lord of God!"

boom!

boom!

Miso's figure suddenly retreated, and a huge hole was punched out on the ground in front of him by someone. Countless cracks appeared around it, and it looked like the whole mountain was about to collapse.

"Amitabha, benefactor, please be kind. If you say anything like that again, I'm afraid the next punch will hit you on the head!"

Tang looked at Misuodao with a wry smile.

Cold sweat kept dripping down Miso's forehead. If he hadn't dodged quickly, his head would have been in danger!

"This monk is not to be trifled with. No wonder he's the only one left alive in the Western Buddhist world!"

Misuo said with lingering fear.

Linglongzi sneered gloatingly, "If you have the guts, don't hide!"

"Humph, the God King had already predicted your arrival... You... hehe, take care of yourself!"

Miso snorted coldly and moved out of the way.

Tang Ku very humanely took back the brocade cassock and put it on. Linglongzi turned around and said, "You three, it's not too late to regret now!"

"What do you regret?"

Tang Ku smiled faintly, "Didn't you hear what your companion said? Your Lord God has been waiting for us for a long time... Well, you have to understand that you are just a tool now. Maybe the mission he sent you out to perform was all a cover, just to get you to bring us back?"

Linglongzi was startled, then walked in without saying a word.

This hall looks very much like an ancient Greek building, and is very different from the palaces in China. Thick pillars stand on both sides, and opposite is a spacious throne.

The distance from the door to the throne is only about two hundred steps. Logically speaking, with Tang Ku and the others' cultivation level, the three of them should be able to see the figure on the throne clearly as soon as they enter the hall.

But all they could see was a blur. They vaguely felt that there should be a person on the throne, but they couldn't see the person's figure or appearance at all!

"Holy Monk... do you feel an inexplicable pressure suppressing our magic power?"

Yang Jian suddenly asked using the method of secret voice transmission.

Tang Ku was stunned. He didn't know how to transmit sound, so he could only shake his head to indicate that he didn't feel it.

Nezha also frowned and looked around. He could feel waves of pressure coming from the entire space and falling on him, or rather, pressing on the true energy in his body.

Then, he was startled and whispered, "My true energy is disappearing bit by bit..."

Yang Jian was silent and then stopped. This feeling was not so obvious at the door just now, but he felt it more and more as he walked in.

True essence is the energy in the body of a cultivator. Whether it is an ordinary cultivator or an immortal at any level, the source of their power is true essence.

If the true energy in the body disappears, most immortals or demon cultivators will all become lambs to be slaughtered.

Of course, people with extremely strong physical strength, such as Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, and Nezha with a special physique, can still fight even without true energy, but their strength will be greatly weakened.

Tang Ku also stopped and turned around and said, "Wait for me outside. It's too dangerous for you here!"

"Holy monk, what about you?" Yang Jian asked worriedly.

"Yeah, we're both so suppressed, can you do it alone?"

Nezha said.

"I don't seem to be able to feel the suppression of the true energy you mentioned... Well, maybe a little, because Western Buddha power itself is also a kind of true energy, but it's not a big problem for me!"

Tang Ku said, "Don't worry, if there is any problem, I will call you for help!"

Yang Jian immediately understood what Tang Ku meant and nodded, signaling Nezha to step out first.

"Haha, why don't you move forward? Are you scared? If you are scared, leave as soon as possible. It will be too late to leave later!"

Linglongzi sneered.

"Just wait, you will have to go out one day anyway!" Nezha curled his lips and sneered disdainfully.

"Hmph, sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Linglongzi looked at Tang Ku and said, "Since they don't dare to leave, do you still want to continue?"

"Didn't your Lord God want to see me?" Tang Ku said, "In fact, I also want to see what this guy who intends to occupy the three realms looks like!"

"Let's go then!"

Linglongzi didn't say anything more, but turned around and continued walking inside.

As the throne got closer, the oppressive feeling in the air became stronger and stronger. It seemed that the other party did not hide his strength at all. Tang Ku finally felt that the Buddha power in his body was dissipating bit by bit, as if some external force had invaded his body and was erasing these energies bit by bit.

However, he did not feel any significant change in his strength.

"Perhaps my strength mainly comes from the system, so it won't be worn away... Okay, I understand..."

Squinting his eyes, Tang Ku finally walked to a place less than five meters in front of the throne.

The man in front of him was tall and wore a golden armor, but the armor was not entirely golden. It was mixed with some black and red patterns, making it look majestic and a bit weird.

However, the style of this golden armor seemed familiar to him no matter how he looked at it.

His face was still unclear, but Tang Ku could feel that the power in this guy was completely different from the entire system of the Journey to the West world.

It was this kind of power that was eroding the Buddha's power in his body. The true energy in Nezha and Yang Jian's bodies was also consumed by this power!

"Are you the only survivor in the Western Buddhist world?"

The person opposite slowly stood up from the throne. His height was at least 1.9 meters, almost 2 meters.

Generally speaking, people of this body shape will always have some disharmony in their bodies, but he is different. His body lines are very beautiful, as if a person who is 1.78 meters tall is one size larger. He looks neither too big nor too thin, just like a statue sculpted according to the golden ratio.

"Amitabha, it's me!" Tang Ku clasped his hands together and said, "Are you that so-and-so Divine Lord? Haha, I heard you're quite interested in me? Coincidentally, I'm also very interested in the person who messed up the entire Three Realms! Tell me, what is your purpose in coming to this world? Why did you kill so many lives in the Three Realms?"

"Haha, it seems you think I'm the culprit who invaded this world?"

The man on the throne slowly walked down, revealing a face comparable to that of a woman. He smiled faintly and said, "You are wrong. I am just a thug!"