Journey to the West: After the Great Sage listened to the advice, the three realms were all confused

Seeing the mission coming, a smile appeared on Sun Wukong's face.

Not bad, another nine-color treasure chest.

At this moment, King Chujiang's face froze, and he looked up and glanced at Emperor Fengdu secretly.

He realized that the other party was not even looking at him, and he secretly groaned in his heart.

If I had known this earlier, he would have gone into seclusion as well.

Now that the great god Sun Wukong has come to him, should he provide him with good food and drink, or should he listen to the King of Fengdu and let Sun Wukong escort the ghost soldiers?

If Sun Wukong were to escort the ghost soldiers, would he be beaten to death with a stick?

If I died because of this, it would be more unfair than Dou E's death.

Before, he was glad that he was not the one who was unlucky, but in the blink of an eye, it was his turn.

He turned to look at the other Yama Kings beside him and found that they all lowered their heads and quietly distanced themselves from him.

Seeing this, he remembered that King Qin Guang was also kept away from them in the same way.

Now it was his turn, and he felt so uncomfortable.

After so many years of brotherhood, it is not reliable at all at the critical moment.

He looked at Sun Wukong with expectation in his eyes.

As long as Sun Wukong is unwilling to go to him, the King of Fengdu will surely agree.

But to his disappointment, Sun Wukong bowed to the King of Fengdu with a smile on his face.

"Isn't it just escorting the ghost soldiers? I, Old Sun, promise to complete the task."

As he spoke, Sun Wukong patted his chest.

His behavior made Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva confused.

Just now I thought that the heroic and unruly monkey was finally coming back.

How could he agree to the job of escorting ghost soldiers so suddenly?

Doesn’t the monkey feel that this is an insult to him?

Who would use a Daluo Jinxian to escort the ghost soldiers?

That was the job of the lowest-ranking soldiers, and even the generals were just small-time figures among the True Immortals.

King Chujiang sighed in his heart. Since he couldn't escape, he could only listen to the emperor's arrangements.

After making arrangements for Sun Wukong, he followed the example of King Qin Guang and went into seclusion.

It won’t be too late for him to come out after the underworld is at peace.

The Western Ghost King snorted in disdain when he saw Sun Wukong escorting a ghost soldier with a happy look on his face.

"Humph, escorting ghost soldiers with a bunch of inferior celestial beings, and still being able to laugh, is really a disgrace to a strong man."

"I don't know how he cultivated to the Daluo level. Could it be that he relied on shamelessness?"

His voice was loud and everyone in the hall heard it.

Everyone looked at Sun Wukong, wanting to see if he would take direct action.

They had no choice, otherwise they wouldn't have pushed forward the Western Ghost Emperor to add fuel to the fire.

When Sun Wukong saw that it was the Western Ghost King again, his expression turned cold.

It seems that I need to teach this bald donkey a lesson when I have the chance.

Otherwise, it would always be jumping around in front of me, which would be an eyesore.

"I, Old Sun, don't know that the strong are made by pretending. You are really good at pretending, and you are no worse than a saint. How come you are still a Daluo?"

"Sun Wukong, you...say it again, do you think a wild monkey like you can comment on a saint?"

The Western Ghost King pointed at Sun Wukong, his chest heaving with anger at his words.

When this monkey opens his mouth, it can make people so angry that they want to tear him apart.

How come the strength he was so proud of was not up to par in the other party's mouth?

"It's the same even if I say it again. Did I, Old Sun, say something wrong? Even saints can't pretend like you."

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes. Even if he didn't take action, he would make life difficult for the Western Ghost King.

"How dare you! I am the Ghost Emperor. How can a monkey like you laugh at me?"

As he said this, he slapped Sun Wukong with his palm.

The King of Hell and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in the main hall can stop it now.

But they all chose to watch from the sidelines, as they also wanted to know how powerful Sun Wukong was.

The Western Ghost Emperor attacked with anger, not holding back at all.

The ferocious look on his face didn't indicate that he was a monk.

Sun Wukong looked at his palm coming towards him without moving.

He was just on the same level as the other person, but he could crush him with just his physical strength.

Seeing the palm print coming right in front of him, he was the first to arrive and slapped out with his palm.

"boom."

The two palms collided with each other, and an invisible wave surged in the hall, which was then dissolved by the formation inside the hall.

Sun Wukong stood still like a mountain, his expression calm and composed.

The Western Ghost Emperor's face flushed red, his teeth clenched, and the difference in status was immediately apparent.

"Three, two, one, go!"

Sun Wukong spoke a few words lightly and exerted force with his palm.

The Western Ghost Emperor could no longer hold on and flew backwards.

He steadied himself and swallowed the sweet feeling that was rising up.

His palms were placed behind his back, trembling constantly, and drops of blood dripped from his palms to the ground.

He pretended to be relaxed, "Not bad, you can catch my palm, no wonder you are so arrogant."

Sun Wukong gave him a playful look and said, "Isn't it that you can't take my palm?"

"Humph, how could I not be able to withstand a blow from a monkey like you? I was afraid of hurting you just now, so I only used 20% of my magic power."

The Ten Kings of Hell, who were originally a little surprised, nodded in relief.

It turned out to be the case.

They said, with the Western Ghost Emperor's cultivation level, how come he couldn't defeat a monkey who had only practiced for more than ten years.

Only Fengdu Emperor and others knew that the Western Ghost Emperor had lost.

And he lost completely.

It seems that they need to get to know this monkey again. Even if they use force, it is probably difficult to suppress the monkey except for the strong ones above the late quasi-saint stage.

This monkey is really talented, and the way of heaven is too biased.

They have practiced for endless years and calculated over and over again before they achieved their current level of cultivation.

What did Sun Wukong do?

It seems that he has only been born for a few hundred years, and has only been practicing for a dozen years.

It’s not even long enough for them to go into seclusion once.

But even so, Sun Wukong's strength is increasing rapidly. How embarrassed are they?

Not to mention the King of Fengdu, even Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva felt jealous at this moment.

In ancient times, he made the aspiration that he would not become a Buddha until hell was empty.

What he thought at the beginning was that as long as he saved enough wronged souls, he would gain a lot of merit.

It can directly make him a saint.

But after so many years, the oath I made seems to have become a prison.

The hope of becoming a saint is even slimmer.

But he didn't have much regret, after all, he still had a glimmer of hope.

Others, even the Buddha, have no hope of becoming a saint.

Since the creation of the world, the six saints destined by heaven have been fulfilled, and no matter how much practice is done, it will be of no avail.

The peak of quasi-sainthood has come to an end.

This is also the reason why he made such a great wish, because this way there is a glimmer of hope.

But now, seeing that Sun Wukong had so easily reached the peak combat power of the Golden Immortal, he still felt a little sad.

In terms of following, he is not inferior to Sun Wukong.

In terms of comprehension, he is also among the best, otherwise he would not have cultivated to the current strength of a quasi-saint.

However, the way of heaven favored Sun Wukong, allowing him to surpass countless powerful people in a short period of time.

Sun Wukong looked at the Western Ghost Emperor's face which looked like he was letting you do it, and chuckled.

"Western Ghost Emperor, while you're talking, could you please heal the wound on your hand first?"

Upon hearing this, the Ten Kings of Hell and others looked towards the feet of the Western Ghost Emperor, and sure enough, there were a few drops of blood on the ground.

Their eyes looked a little strange. It turned out that the Western Ghost Emperor was lying.