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

too frightening.

It was obvious that when he dealt with the Styx before, although the other party was strong, he was not strong enough to hurt him to this extent.

But now it seems that if the Styx wants to kill me, it may not be impossible for it to do so.

"As expected of you, the ancestor of the Styx. Your current strength and cultivation have increased, which makes me feel ashamed of myself." The Emperor of Fengdu spoke lightly, but anyone with a discerning eye could hear the politeness in it.

Minghe had already seen what this person was planning, and warned him mercilessly:

"Hmph, don't think I'll let you go just because you flatter me like this! The revenge of my Shura clan won't be settled so easily."

He stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of the King of Fengdu who was lying on the ground, and lifted him up.

"Emperor Fengdu, we are old acquaintances. When you tricked me before, you were also so dignified and unyielding. You are actually tougher than your judge."

"For the sake of our previous friendship, I will grant you a quick death here, which is also a dignified death for you."

Unable to break free from the constraints of the Styx, the Emperor of Fengdu frowned, and really couldn't understand where the Styx got such strong power.

It was obvious that for such a long time before this, the Styx had not shown any signs of increasing in strength.

He thought that his current cultivation level was enough to surpass that of the Styx, and at worst, with so many Yincha helping him from behind, he would surely be able to get his revenge.

But no one expected that the strength of the Styx would be so strong.

It’s just like becoming a saint... Such a thought suddenly flashed through the mind of Emperor Fengdu.

But he quickly dismissed this thought, which seemed a little funny to him.

After all, if becoming a saint was really that easy to achieve, there wouldn’t be only a few saints over the centuries.

"Even though you fell into my hands, you were still distracted. You really deserve to be the Emperor of Fengdu!" Minghe noticed that the Emperor of Fengdu was distracted and mocked him coldly.

As he finished speaking, a thick blood mist wrapped around the neck of Emperor Fengdu, and this blood mist was constantly devouring his cultivation and his life.

Sun Wukong, who was lying on the ground watching, frowned. Although he saw this move again, he still couldn't help feeling a little suspicious.

Such a domineering move is indeed very similar to the Jade Emperor's previous move of absorbing the power of the immortals and using it for his own benefit.

However, when the Jade Emperor used this move, the demonic energy around him could not be concealed.

If the tactics used by Minghe are exactly the same as those used by Jade Emperor.

So how did Minghe use this trick while hiding the evil spirit in his body and not letting others notice?

Sun Wukong, who was lying on his side watching the scene without realizing it, really wanted to take out a Coke and drink it while watching.

This will definitely be the most pleasant.

But he will definitely be the first one to be beaten by the Styx!

Shura, who had crawled back to Sun Wukong's side at some point, suddenly whispered, "Hey, brother, why didn't our ancestor swallow the King of Fengdu in one go like he did at the beginning?"

When Sun Wukong heard this question, he didn't know how to answer for a moment.

No, aren’t you Shura people a little too that?

Is this the right time to say something like this?

Even if they lowered their voices, without a barrier set up by a certain level of cultivation, it would be impossible to prevent Minghe and the others from listening!

This is exactly the same as using your ultimate skill right in front of the Emperor of Fengdu.

My friend, you are such a tough guy! To say you are not cunning at all is a compliment.

Although Sun Wukong was complaining madly in his heart, looking at the look of delight on the face of the Old Ancestor of the Styx, he could tell that the other party was extremely satisfied with his words.

Sun Wukong thought for a moment, then hesitantly said, "Perhaps it's because torturing the enemy this way is very satisfying? How can mortals like us understand the ancestor's thoughts?"

When the Shura boy next to Sun Wukong heard this, he racked his brains to think about it, and finally found that it seemed to be true: "That's right."

"Think about these guys from the underworld. They were so arrogant at first and wanted to kill us all, but in the end they couldn't withstand the attack from the ancestor."

"As expected, our ancestors are very powerful and can easily wipe out these enemies!"

If it were him, if he caught his enemy, he would definitely humiliate him severely and then get rid of him.

That’s enough to make you feel refreshed!

"I see, you are indeed the ancestor. You have the same idea as us!"

The Shura people who had gathered at some point nodded in approval and gave a thumbs up to Sun Wukong who expressed his opinion.

That look seemed to be saying: Brother, although you are so ugly, you have caught up with us with such insights.

I felt like Sun Wukong, who was once again being bullied by these Shuras with their eyes, and had a heart attack.

Next time, the next time he transforms, he will definitely not do it in such a unique way.

The point is that not only has she become ugly, but she is also pitied by the male Shura who is also not good-looking. This is too ridiculous.

Don't act like you guys are so handsome! He was madly complaining about these difficult Shura Sun Wukongs in his heart, but his face didn't show any more expression.

Soon, the overwhelming victory situation on the field was broken.

How could those ghosts sent away by the King of Fengdu just watch their masters being strangled by the Styx like this?

One of the Impermanence stood up and deliberately spoke rudely to provoke the Styx:

"Ancestor Minghe, if I report this to Empress Pingxin, even if you are stronger now, what will happen? Empress Pingxin will definitely not let you go!"

On the other side, several underworld officials were watching for an opportunity, hoping to rescue the King of Fengdu while the Styx was furious.

Such an idea is indeed a bit naive for Minghe, who has his current level of cultivation.

However, it is also the fastest and possibly most effective method that these Yincha can think of at the moment.

Even if there is a high probability, they will pay with their lives.

Even though Minghe knew that Wuchang was saying this on purpose to provoke him, he still couldn't control his anger:

"Ha, you don't have to provoke me. If Hou Tu really has the ability to hurt me, the ancestor, then let her do it!"

"Let's see whether your Fengdu Emperor dies first at my hands, or I, your Lady Pingxin, am killed first!"

As he spoke, he increased his strength. After a while, the Emperor of Fengdu, whose neck was entangled by the blood mist, had lost most of his cultivation.

If things continue at this rate, it won't be long before all of Fengdu Emperor's cultivation is completely sucked away, and in the end, not even his body will be left.

Sun Wukong, who was watching from the side, was a little confused about whether he should take action.