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

As soon as Zhunti uttered the harsh words, he heard Sun Wukong on the opposite side burst into laughter.

"What a great Saint Zhunti! His ability to confuse right and wrong is beyond the reach of me, Old Sun."

The next second, Zhunti felt his neck being strangled.

He is obviously a saint. Logically speaking, no one except Hongjun and Tongtian can give him such a great sense of oppression.

But now, under the overwhelming momentum, he felt as small as an insect and could not even muster the desire to resist.

"I, Old Sun, really don't want to get involved in the fight between my senior sister and you two Western Bodhisattvas, but it's your fault, Master Zhunti, for saying one thing and thinking another, and always resorting to such petty tricks that are not worthy of public display!"

As Sun Wukong finished speaking, Zhunti felt the force on his neck growing stronger and stronger.

If he was just a quasi-saint at this time, he would probably have died on the spot.

It was precisely because he was a saint, immortal, that this uncomfortable feeling tormented him and made him unable to escape.

With his last bit of strength, Zhunti shouted loudly to the three Taiqing people who were watching the show with cold eyes:

"My three fellow Daoists, are you still going to watch me suffer in this man's hands?

"Don't forget, we came here together to annihilate the demon monkey, and you just sit there and watch him treat others so arrogantly!"

Yuanshi sneered and stared at Zhunti without saying a word, as if silently mocking him: Aren't you that powerful? Why are you still asking us for help?

Nuwa pretended not to see or hear the call for help from Zhunti.

She twisted her whole body to the side, and her dislike for Zhunti was almost written on her face.

In comparison, Taiqing's attitude was much gentler.

He stroked his beard and said to the rebellious Sun Wukong in a good-tempered manner:

"Master, why do you have to do this? I don't know how you got such a great ability, but you were lucky enough to control Zhunti."

"You must know that there are always people better than you. If Zhunti escapes, how will my nephew cope with it?"

"It's better to release Fellow Daoist Zhunti quickly to prevent him from bearing a grudge against you and launching a ruthless attack on Jin'ao Island after narrowly escaping."

"By then, without Tongtian, how many attacks can Jin'ao Island withstand?"

Taiqing's words were sincere and heartfelt.

But no matter how I hear it, it sounds a bit weird.

At least, to Zhunti, whose lifeblood was strangled, Taiqing's words were indescribably strange.

It was as if he was deliberately trying to provoke Sun Wukong.

Remind Sun Wukong not to show mercy to him.

Otherwise, he will definitely come back for revenge.

Zhunti opened his eyes slightly and subconsciously looked towards Taiqing, trying to figure out whether Lao Deng did it on purpose.

However, no matter how Zhunti looked, he only saw Taiqing with a fake smile.

He really couldn't tell what the other person was thinking.

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "Uncle Master, your words have reminded me. I am very curious, are saints really so invincible?"

He pretended not to hear the provocation hidden in Taiqing's words.

After looking Zhunti up and down, Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes slightly.

He seemed to be thinking about where to start so that he could kill Zhunti with one accurate blow.

In an instant, Zhunti felt his whole body go cold and become stiff.

He had a vague idea of ​​what would happen next.

"How dare you..."

The instinct of survival kept clamoring in Zhunti,

He subconsciously wanted to say something harsh.

But he tried hard to gather his strength and wanted to break free from the restraints of Sun Wukong.

However, before Zhunti could finish warning Sun Wukong, the Sky-Breaking Stick in Sun Wukong's hand had already hit him in the face.

"puff--"

Zhunti didn't even react.

He had already turned into a pool of blood mist in front of everyone.

Such a dignified saint was killed easily by Sun Wukong with just one stick.

Such a horrifying scene made the Buddhist soldiers who came here from the West unbelievable.

Of course, they would not think that Zhunti was killed by a stick because his strength was too weak.

At this moment, there was a bit more fear and worry in their eyes when they looked at Sun Wukong.

They were afraid of Sun Wukong's magical methods.

Even a saint can kill someone at will.

Such a level of force is truly appalling.

At the same time, they were also worried. Now that they had received orders from Zhunti to attack Jin'ao Island, the consul was gone.

So will they continue to attack Jiejiao?

But if they don't continue the attack, if the Guiding Saint who is in charge of Lingshan knows their actions, they will be in trouble.

Just as these Buddhist soldiers were still hesitating, Sun Wukong, who had gently turned his hand and put away the Sky-Breaking Stick, spoke.

Sun Wukong looked at these Buddhist soldiers who were obviously demoralized with amusement.

His gaze moved around and finally locked onto Manjushri and Samantabhadra.

"Manjushri Bodhisattva, Samantabhadra Bodhisattva, your Western Pure Land Saint Zhunti is gone. Aren't you going to go back and report this to that old bald donkey Jie Yin?"

Seeing that the two of them didn't move at all, Sun Wukong's eyes rolled around.

"Or do you two also want to try out the power of my old Sun's Sky-Breaking Stick?"

Sun Wukong was clearly asking the enemy with a smile, but Manjusri and Samantabhadra only felt a chill in their hearts.

Samantabhadra glared at Sun Wukong with gritted teeth, "Sun Wukong, don't be too proud! This time it was only because of Cundi's carelessness that you succeeded. You won't be so lucky next time."

He was horrified, but he also knew that he could not show weakness at this time.

Otherwise, they will inevitably be embarrassed again and bring shame to the entire West.

Sun Wukong smiled and wanted to teach Manjusri and Samantabhadra a lesson for the shouting people in front of him.

He said, "Oh? It seems that the blow just now hasn't woken you up yet.

"Well, I, Old Sun, will be a good person to the end and help you one more time."

Manjushri and Samantabhadra looked at each other and immediately led the Buddhist soldiers to retreat.

As they retreated, they shouted, "Sun Wukong, don't think we're afraid of you. We're only temporarily trucing off. Report today's events to Saint Jie Yin, and we'll make you suffer!"

Sun Wukong, who was already in this state, saw that he had only made a feint, and frightened these guys so much that they quickly retreated and fell directly onto the cloud, cackling.

"Okay, okay, then I will wait for your backers to come and fight. When the time comes, don't be as cowardly as you were today. I scared you back with just one fake move!" said Sun Wukong.

Only after they retreated to a safe area did Manjushri and Samantabhadra finally relax completely.

Unexpectedly, just as they relaxed, they heard Sun Wukong say that he had just made a fake move.

For a moment, the expressions on Manjushri and Samantabhadra's faces were as ugly as a color palette.

I’ve been fooled! Manjusri was furious.

Seeing this, Samantabhadra hurriedly grabbed him and said, "What are you doing? Are you trying to follow in the footsteps of the Buddha Mother? For now, let's report this to the Great Sage first!"