Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

However, the five-colored halo had just appeared when it was illuminated by the Buddha's light and instantly melted away.

Li Yan felt a chill run down his spine.

This "Five Elements Great Escape" is an escape technique among the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang.

With the power of the Five Elements, one can disappear a thousand miles away and vanish without a trace.

Even an ordinary Taiyi Immortal would find it difficult to break.

Yet, within this Buddha's light, it vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox had entered the sea.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva shook his head slightly.

Li Yan was trapped in the palm of the hand, surrounded by Buddhist light, and the sound of chanting filled the air.

He suppressed his shock and calmly observed his surroundings.

Although the Buddha's light trapped him, it did not intend to kill him.

They simply trapped him, preventing him from escaping.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva only wanted to take him to Mount Ling, not to take his life.

Mind this.

Li Yan once again used his supernatural power, [Nine Breaths of Breath Control].

By borrowing the extraordinary energy of heaven and earth, magical power is restored and life is extended.

He immediately activated the technique, slowly absorbing the wisps of spiritual energy from the Buddha's light to maintain the flow of his magical power.

At the same time, he closed his eyes and looked inward, his mind sinking into a grotto.

Within the grotto, a small world spanning three thousand miles is slowly rotating.

Above the dome, the starry sky is dazzling.

On the earth, dragon veins meander.

In the center, the nine-petaled golden lotus blooms quietly.

Golden patterns flow endlessly on the petals.

Within the heart of the flower, that single point of chaotic light trembled slightly.

Li Yan's thoughts stirred slightly, triggering the Eye of Cause and Effect.

The chaotic light suddenly shone brightly.

Countless causal lines extended from his body, connecting in all directions.

He observed carefully, searching for flaws.

Several more golden rays of good fortune, each as thick as a child's arm, appeared at that moment.

One of them connects to the Buddha's light that trapped him.

Li Yan felt a chill and looked along the line of cause and effect.

Within the depths of the Buddha's light, a figure could be faintly seen.

The figure sat serenely on a lotus throne, bathed in radiant Buddhist light; it was none other than Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

But that causal line did not connect to Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but rather to a deeper, unknowable place.

Li Yan's heart sank.

This Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is nothing more than a pawn that has been pushed out.

The one who truly wants to take him is the being deep within the Buddha's light—the World Honored One of Mount Ling.

Li Yan withdrew his gaze.

Although he was trapped, he did not despair.

Within the mirror of the mind, the numbers representing the karmic energy, though inexplicably sealed, are not sealed forever.

That ban was merely a temporary suppression by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva using the supreme Dharma.

Once his magical power fades, or if external forces intervene, the seal will dissipate on its own.

However, it will take time.

now.

Beyond the Netherworld, in the void.

A golden light, swift as lightning, covered a thousand miles in an instant.

The monkey rushed back to the Netherworld from Flower Fruit Mountain, his heart burning with anxiety.

The reason is simple: he had already sensed that his external avatar had been destroyed.

"Brother! It's me, Old Sun! Hang in there!"

As the monkey hurried along, it took out the golden cudgel from its ear and held it in its palm.

The staff is made of black gold with golden hoops at both ends, and faint lightning flashes around it.

Golden light shimmered in his eyes as he gazed at the hazy, netherworld.

however.

The moment the monkey stepped into the Netherworld, a sudden chill ran through him.

The scene before me was completely different from what I had seen before.

The Netherworld, which was once somewhat familiar, now felt completely foreign.

The hazy sky and the faint outline of the city in the distance had all disappeared.

What came into view was a scene of chaos.

A thick fog blanketed the area, so thick that one could not see their own hand in front of their face.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes shone brightly as he tried to see through the gray mist.

However, the gray mist seemed to possess a spirit, as it was able to block his vision.

He could only see a radius of about three zhang around him.

Beyond that, everything becomes a blur.

Sun Wukong's heart sank.

Something's fishy!

He immediately stopped and looked around warily with his golden eyes.

"Which bastard is playing tricks here? Get out here, you old Sun!"

Before he could finish speaking...

A strange laugh echoed from within the gray fog, sometimes near, sometimes far, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, sending chills down one's spine.

"Hehehehe... What a monkey with a hairy face and a thunderous mouth!"

"How dare you venture alone into the Netherworld! You're courting death!"

Sun Wukong's golden eyes narrowed, and he looked in the direction of the sound.

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A figure slowly emerged from the gray mist.

The figure was twelve feet tall, with a blue face, fangs, red hair, blue eyes, and a pair of curved horns on its head.

Clad in jet-black armor, wielding a three-pronged fork, he exuded a ghostly aura, surrounded by swirling yin winds.

It was in the form of a ghost king.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes flashed, and he looked him up and down.

"What kind of monster are you?"

The ghost king laughed strangely, "I am the Ghost King of the Underworld, ordered by King Yama to guard this realm."

You monkey, trespassing into the netherworld! Get out of here at once!

Sun Wukong glared with his golden eyes: "Bullshit! I, Old Sun, was just here a moment ago, how come I don't recognize you now?"

"You've clearly used tricks to deceive me, Old Sun!"

The ghost king's expression changed slightly, then he laughed strangely again.

"Hehehehe... What a clever monkey! Too bad you guessed wrong!"

Having said that, he swung his three-pronged fork at Sun Wukong.

This fork strike was as swift as thunder, containing immense power.

"ha!"

The monkey brandished his golden cudgel and charged forward.

when!

The gray fog surged and churned, causing the void to tremble.

The ghost king felt a numbness in his arm, his tiger's mouth cracked, and he almost lost his grip on his weapon.

He was horrified: "What a formidable monkey!"

Before anyone could think further, Sun Wukong's second strike had already landed.

The Ghost King was struck in the chest by a club, sent flying backward, spitting blood, and falling into the gray mist, disappearing without a trace.

Sun Wukong put away his golden cudgel and snorted coldly.

"Is that all you've got? You dare to try and stop me, Old Sun?"

Just as he was about to continue forward, he suddenly felt the gray fog surging around him, and countless figures emerged from the fog.

Those figures were all different in shape and strange in form.

Yakshas with blue faces and fangs, Rakshasa with red hair and blue eyes, bull-headed and horse-faced demon soldiers, and snake-bodied, human-headed monsters.

Wielding knives, spears, halberds, and axes, wielding hooks and forks, spewing poisonous flames and spitting out icy cold air.

One by one, they bared their fangs and brandished their claws, looking fierce and menacing, as they pounced on Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong scanned it with his golden eyes.

"Well done!"

He created dozens of clones, each wielding a golden cudgel, to confront the demons and monsters.

when! when! when! when! when!

The sound was continuous, shaking the heavens and earth, and shattering the void.

Under the shadow of Sun Wukong's staff, all the demons and monsters were sent flying backward and fell into the gray mist.

But after those demons and monsters were knocked away, they quickly surged out of the gray mist again, seemingly endless.

The more Sun Wukong fought, the more he felt something was wrong.

These demons and monsters, though easily defeated, are endless in number.

As he pondered, golden light flashed in his eyes, yet he could not discern the origins of these demons.

The next moment, the monkey withdrew its clones, leaving only its true form, which stood in the void, looking around.

When the demons and monsters saw that he had stopped fighting, they all stopped and surrounded him, but did not attack.

Sun Wukong understood.

These demons and monsters are clearly stalling for time!

Upon realizing this, Sun Wukong immediately activated his magical power and attempted to break through the encirclement.

Just then, a chanting suddenly came from within the gray fog.

As the strange chanting began, the gray mist churned, revealing a portal.

From within, boundless black light surged forth.

Within the black light, eighteen figures slowly descended.

The eighteen figures, each with a different form, all resembled demons and monsters.

Each group occupied a separate area and surrounded Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong couldn't help but sneer.

"It's you scum again! What, you weren't beaten enough just now, now you want to come and die?"

Among the eighteen figures, the leader was a ghost king with a blue face and fangs.

He was sixteen feet tall, with a blue face and red hair, protruding fangs, and nine curved horns on his head.

Clad in jet-black armor, wielding a demon pestle, he exuded a sinister aura, surrounded by swirling yin winds.

His voice, booming like a bell, carried an eerie quality.

"Sun Wukong! You have trespassed into the Netherworld and injured the ghost soldiers, committing a heinous crime!"

We are here on the orders of King Yama to capture you! Surrender at once!

Sun Wukong glared with his golden eyes: "Bullshit!"

I, Old Sun, have come to find my own brother. What crime have I committed?

"You bunch of bastards, you're clearly acting under orders to block my path!"

The ghost king burst into laughter.

"Hehehehe... Today, you can't escape!"

Having said that, he waved the magic pestle in his hand, and the other seventeen figures attacked simultaneously.