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

"Who cares? These two guys are no match for us anyway... Haha, it's better if they run away. I'm still getting used to this body, so it'll take some time for me to fully adapt!"

Sun Wukong looked at his palms, clenched his fists, and said, "Hmph, when I get out, I will tear these foreign gods and demons into pieces to relieve my hatred!"

Tang Ku frowned slightly. "Let's talk about it after we can get out. They haven't escaped yet. I bet that once we step out of Purgatory, we'll be surrounded by them the next second... These foreign gods and demons have no martial ethics at all. Given their nature, it's strange that they can be easily intimidated by us!"

"I don't believe it. With the abilities of the three of us, it would be useless even if more of them came!"

Sun Wukong's eyes searched everywhere, and suddenly stopped at a corner. He rushed over in three or two steps and laughed, "I knew this thing must be nearby... But I don't know if it has spiritual power like the Ruyi Jingu Bang..."

There seemed to be a huge pillar with a diameter of more than half a meter leaning at an angle in the corner of the wall. The monkey did not hesitate and slapped the ice on its surface with one palm, revealing the true appearance inside.

It turned out to be a stick that looked very similar to the golden cudgel, with the same section of black iron in the middle and two golden hoops at both ends.

"?"

Tang Ku frowned slightly. "This is the weapon of Liu Er Mihou, called the Sui Xin Tie Gang Bing, right?"

"Yes, that's it!"

The monkey grabbed the middle of the stick and pulled it up fiercely. A cold breath came from the weapon, and energy fluctuations continued to spread, shaking the entire cave and making dust fall off. A buzzing sound was heard everywhere.

"Grow bigger...grow it for me!"

hum!

The stick suddenly became thick and big like a golden hoop, and began to grow upwards until it broke through the cave and stopped. It looked much thicker than the load-bearing pillars in the palace.

But the monkey didn't seem very satisfied. He frowned slightly, then gently touched the stick and said in a deep voice: "Little, little, little..."

Swish!

Sui Xin's iron-clad soldier suddenly became smaller and smaller, until it shrank to the palm of his hand and became the size of an embroidery needle.

"Is this thing really like the golden cudgel, with the ability to transform into a myriad of different forms?"

Tang Ku said in surprise, "I was just thinking about where to find a weapon for you, but it looks like I don't have to worry about it anymore!"

"No, this thing is different from the golden hoop!"

Sun Wukong suddenly shook his head and said in a deep voice, "Although it is similar to the golden cudgel, with similar strength and weight, and can change size and move at will, it obviously does not have any spirituality... It is just an ordinary magic weapon, unlike the golden cudgel, which has a spirit!"

"Does it work?"

Tang Ku frowned slightly.

“Haha, of course it works!”

Sun Wukong chuckled, "And its power shouldn't be weaker than the Golden Cudgel... Well, from now on, I'll use my spirit to slowly nurture it and see if I can cultivate a weapon spirit... After all, feelings need to be cultivated!"

Tang Ku's mouth twitched: "Who did you learn these nonsense from?"

"Huh, they always say that, don't you know?"

Sun Wukong looked at Tang Ku with a smile.

Tang Ku couldn't help but smack his lips and said, "Forget it, it's my fault. I shouldn't have taught them those modern and fashionable words..."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva smiled, then frowned slightly: "Well, the transmission mechanism is about to start. We must be prepared, in case they have..."

Before they uttered the word "ambush", the three of them felt a sudden flash before their eyes. When they came to their senses, they had already appeared in front of the last level of the Eighteen Levels of Hell.

"Okay, Master, you are right, we are indeed surrounded!"

Sun Wukong smacked his lips, looked around, and said disdainfully, "We're surrounded by a bunch of chickens and dogs!"

Tang Ku glanced around and suddenly laughed, "So all those underworld soldiers are here..."

They were already surrounded by countless ghost soldiers. It turned out that the ghost soldiers they had seen when they entered the underworld were just a drop in the bucket.

These ghost soldiers, armed with weapons, stared at Tang Ku and his companions eagerly... Well, not exactly eagerly, because some of them had expressions of fear and hesitation on their faces. In particular, the ghost leader directly opposite them, wearing heavy armor and carrying a mountain-splitting axe, looked at Sun Wukong with a very helpless look. After a long pause, he said, "Is that the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Grandpa Sun?"

"Oh, it's you... Well, what's the matter? Didn't you get spanked enough before? Why are you here to ask for a spanking again today?"

He recognized that this guy was originally a ghost general under the Wheel King. His fighting ability was extraordinary compared to ordinary immortal gods, but it was a world of difference compared to Sun Wukong. At that time, he was beaten by Sun Wukong so badly that his head and butt were covered with bruises. He was basically the type who was brutally abused. If the monkey had not shown mercy, he would have been reduced to ashes by then!

So, when he saw Sun Wukong, he was basically the type who wanted to turn around and run away immediately. Unfortunately, his body was completely out of control, so he could only say with a tearful expression: "My grandson is here to ask for a fight. If I could run, I would have run away long ago!"

Tang Ku curled his lips and said, "Wukong, I'm afraid they are being controlled by some means and have no choice!"

Sun Wukong suddenly realized: "There's nothing I can do about it. I can only blame you for your miserable fate!"

Suddenly, he looked up and saw the two foreigners floating above him, looking down at him. Monkey sneered and gave them a middle finger...

“Well, this is what I taught you…”

Tang Ku smiled helplessly.

The battle was about to break out, and the ghost soldiers rushed towards the three people like a tide.

"Haha, don't make a move this time..."

The front end of the iron stick in his hand suddenly became long and big, while the back end was still in his hand. Then this huge stick that was hundreds of meters long suddenly swept across, sweeping away a large number of ghost soldiers.

Basically no effort!

Thousands of people were instantly crushed and pulverized by the enormous force, leaving no souls behind as they completely disappeared from the world.

It has to be said that we still don’t know how the monkey’s combat power compares to the past, but his temper is obviously much more violent.

Next, the monkey instantly retracted the stick in his hand to its normal size, and then rushed into the crowd while waving it while shouting. This was a bloody battle... Although the ghost soldiers did not flow into a river of blood, they were all exploded into a ball of black mist. The scene could only be described as horrific.

Tang Ku and Ksitigarbha did not take action. They knew that this was Sun Wukong's first performance after his resurrection, and now the stage was his.

What really concerned Tang Ku was the unusual behavior of these ghost soldiers...

"It seems Tesla didn't give the order to attack just now..."

He raised his head and looked at the two people's defense line, his brows furrowed.