Gou Zai Xi You Dao Chang Sheng

In an instant, the netherworld trembled, and gray mist surged.

Eighteen figures, each displaying their unique abilities, attacked Sun Wukong.

The nine-horned demon king took the lead.

With a swing of the pestle, the demonic head on its head opened its mouth wide and spewed out boundless eerie light.

From within the eerie light, countless vengeful spirits swarmed out, densely packed and overwhelming.

Those vengeful spirits were all people who died tragically in life, and their resentment was deep.

Unable to be reborn after death, trapped in this demonic pestle, suffering torment day and night, they have long lost their true nature, leaving only a heart full of resentment.

If they get close to you, at best your mind will be corrupted, and at worst your soul will be devoured.

Sun Wukong remained calm and simply touched his forehead.

Golden light shone brightly in his eyes, illuminating the dim light.

The vengeful spirits, illuminated by the golden light, turned into wisps of black smoke and vanished into the void.

The Nine-Horned Ghost King's expression changed slightly.

"What a powerful monkey! It actually managed to break my 'Ten Thousand Souls Devouring Heart' technique!"

He immediately put away the magic pestle, transformed into nine black shadows, and pounced on Sun Wukong at the same time.

This is his signature skill, the Nine Netherworld Incarnation Technique.

The nine avatars each possess 70% of the original's strength, making it difficult to distinguish between the real and the fake, and unpredictable in their true nature.

Even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would find it difficult to distinguish in a short time.

But who is Sun Wukong?

With a single glance, he could tell that only one was real, while the rest were illusions.

With a swing of his golden cudgel, he smashed it down on the real body.

The Nine-Horned Ghost King was terrified and tried to dodge, but he couldn't get away.

Bang!

The club struck him squarely on the shoulder.

The Nine-Horned Demon King was sent flying backward, his shoulder bone cracked, and blood gushed out.

He fell into the gray fog and couldn't get up for a long time.

The other seventeen figures all changed color upon seeing this.

One of them was a Yaksha with three heads and six arms.

He has three heads, six arms, and in each of his six hands he holds a weapon.

He holds a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right.

The third hand holds the pagoda, and the fourth hand holds the gourd.

The fifth hand wielded a skull whip, while the sixth hand gripped a magic pestle.

He wielded all six arms and six weapons simultaneously, attacking Sun Wukong at the same time.

The blade flashed like snow, the sword energy was like a rainbow, the pagoda suppressed, and the gourd swallowed and spat.

With each swing of the skull whip, ghosts howled and wolves howled; with each strike of the demon pestle, the force was immense.

The monkey's golden eyes flashed, and it could tell that this yaksha was not weak, and was also a Taiyi Golden Immortal.

He immediately activated his magical power and unleashed the Thirty-Six Transformations of the Heavenly Gang.

"The size is just right!"

His figure swayed and then grew taller, transforming into a giant hundreds of feet tall.

The golden cudgel also grew larger, and he held it in his palm.

He looked down from his high position and brought the stick down.

The Yaksha raised all six arms, and all six weapons came at him.

when!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, shattering the void.

Yaksha's six arms went numb and weak all at once, and he almost dropped his six weapons.

He was terrified and was about to back away.

At this moment, the giant stick was already above his head.

The demon had no choice but to take the hit.

Click!

Six arms, three of them broken.

Three weapons fell into the fog.

The yaksha coughed up blood and fell into the depths of the gray mist.

Another figure rushed in.

It was a one-eyed, fanged monster with a slender body and arms that reached past its knees.

He glared with his single eye, and a beam of dark light shot out from it, heading straight for Sun Wukong's brow.

That eerie light specifically targets and harms the soul; it is impossible to defend against.

The ghostly light touched the monkey, causing it to sway slightly before returning to normal.

The one-eyed demon was terrified: "My Netherworld Divine Light is something even a Taiyi Golden Immortal would find hard to withstand, you monkey..."

Sun Wukong grinned: "I, Old Sun, have transcended the Three Realms and am not bound by the Five Elements. How could your mere ghostly light possibly harm me?"

Before he could finish speaking, another blow smashed the one-eyed monster into a bloody pulp.

Just then.

The monster with a human head and a snake's body opened its mouth and spewed out boundless poisonous mist.

The poisonous fog was a ghastly green color, and wherever it passed, even the void itself was corroded.

"Hiss!"

Sun Wukong frowned.

Although the poisonous fog cannot harm him, it will still hurt if he gets wet.

He pointed with his hand.

A gust of wind howled past, blowing the poisonous fog backward.

The snake-bodied demon was terrified and tried to dodge, but it couldn't escape.

After all, this is a great supernatural power—the Return of Wind and Fire!

As the poisonous mist enveloped him, he was in excruciating pain, and his snake-like body began to break apart inch by inch.

The human head was twisted and contorted in a grotesque manner; before it could even scream, it had already turned into a pool of pus and blood.

Sun Wukong defeated several enemies in succession, his momentum soaring like a rainbow.

The other demons, however, were not afraid and swarmed forward one after another.

The bull-headed demon soldier possessed immense strength, wielding a giant axe, which he brought down upon his head.

Sun Wukong held his golden cudgel horizontally to block the giant axe, and then smashed the bull's head with a single blow.

Another horse-faced demon soldier, moving like the wind, wielding a long spear, thrusts from the side.

Sun Wukong transformed into a golden ray of light and dodged the spear.

With a backhand strike, he broke the horse's spine.

There were also demon soldiers who spewed poisonous flames and spit out raging ghost fire.

Sun Wukong opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing the ghost fire into his stomach and refining it into his own magical power.

With a backhand strike, he smashed the demon's head.

There was a skeleton witch, wielding a skull whip.

With a wave of its hand, countless skulls roared out, opening their mouths to bite.

Sun Wukong realized that the skulls were all illusions.

The real killing move is the skull whip itself.

He raised his hand, grabbed, and pulled, dragging the Rakshasa demoness close to him.

Immediately, he smashed it into a pulp with a single blow.

One bat after another, one bat after another.

Eight out of the eighteen figures were killed by his smashing in a short time.

The remaining ten looked at each other, not daring to step forward.

The nine-horned ghost king had now crawled out of the gray mist.

Its shoulder bone was fractured, and blood was flowing incessantly, yet it still spoke sternly:

"Sun Wukong! You...you mustn't be so arrogant!"

We...we still have a backup plan!

Sun Wukong grinned: "Go ahead and use it! I, Old Sun, will take it!"

Before he could finish speaking...

From within the gray fog, a chanting arose.

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

Ten figures slowly emerged from the gray mist.

Those ten figures were all in the form of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

Some sit upright on lotus thrones, holding prayer beads and reciting scriptures.

Some people sit in the lotus position with their hands forming mudras, their bodies radiating Buddha's light.

Some stood with their palms together, their eyes filled with compassion, their faces dignified and solemn.

There are also figures with wide, angry eyes, holding vajras, and appearing to subdue demons.

Sun Wukong's golden eyes flashed.

Although these Buddhas and Bodhisattvas were formed from gray mist, they were more than ten times stronger than those demons from before.

The one at the head was a Buddha.

He sat upright on a lotus throne, wearing a five-Buddha crown, a kasaya, a rosary around his neck, and a tin staff in his hand.

His whole body was bathed in Buddha's light, surrounded by auspicious clouds, with a compassionate face and profound eyes.

His first words were filled with compassion and peace.

"Sun Wukong, you have committed countless murders. Why don't you quickly lay down your butcher's knife and convert to Buddhism?"

Sun Wukong glared with his golden eyes: "Nonsense! I, Old Sun, kill demons and monsters, how can it be considered a sin?"

You false Buddha, stop spouting nonsense here!

The Buddha shook his head slightly.

"Stubborn to the end, so stubbornly stubborn."

As he spoke, he pointed.

A beam of Buddhist light shot out, transforming into a giant golden hand that pressed down from above.

Within that giant palm, three thousand worlds faintly flowed.

It is a Buddha-land in the palm of your hand.

Sun Wukong's heart tightened, and he decisively used his supernatural powers.

Move mountains!

In the void, a towering green mountain appeared out of nowhere, directly facing the golden giant palm.

boom!

The green mountains shattered, but the giant golden palm only paused slightly before continuing to press down.

Sun Wukong frowned.

This fake Buddha is far superior to those demons from before.

He immediately used another supernatural power.

Take the mountain!

His size increased a hundredfold, transforming him into a giant.

With both hands raised to the sky, they forcefully held up that giant golden hand.

The giant golden hand radiated boundless golden light and pressed down forcefully.

The pressure caused the monkey's knees to bend slightly, and the air beneath its feet seemed to shatter.

But it still desperately held on, refusing to let it fall.

The Buddha was slightly moved.

"What a magnificent stone monkey! It possesses such incredible strength!"

He immediately activated his magic power, and the golden giant palm became even more powerful as it pressed down.

"Crack! Crack!" Sun Wukong's bones creaked all over, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

His mind raced, and he knew that things couldn't continue like this.

This fake Buddha, after all, was formed by an array, and its magical power was inexhaustible.

However, he was all alone and his magical powers were limited.

So, he created an avatar, circled behind the Buddha, and struck him down with a staff.

The Buddha, however, seemed to have been prepared, and without turning his head, simply raised his hand and pointed.

A beam of Buddhist light shot out, freezing the incarnation in mid-air, unable to move.

Sun Wukong's heart sank.

This fake Buddha was able to see through his disguise?

He immediately withdrew his avatar, leaving only his true self, and focused all his efforts on fighting the giant golden palm.

Just now.

The other nine figures also made their moves simultaneously.

He exhaled Buddha's light, formed mudras with his hands, threw out prayer beads, and offered up a pagoda.

Nine attacks came at Sun Wukong simultaneously.

Sun Wukong felt that danger lurked all around him.

The monkey steeled itself and prepared to flee.

Just now.

A voice came from beyond the gray fog.

The voice was old and dignified, yet it also carried a hint of amusement.

"Moo!"

The sound of a cow mooing may seem ordinary, but it contains immense magical power.

Wherever it passed, gray mist surged and the Buddha's light shattered.

The giant golden hand also collapsed with a crash.

Those nine attacks were all completely neutralized.

The ten figures of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas trembled in unison, their faces filled with horror.

Sun Wukong was also startled and looked in the direction of the sound.

A figure slowly emerged from the gray mist.

The figure was a blue ox.

The blue ox was enormous, standing over ten feet tall and measuring two feet long.

Its entire body is covered in bluish-green fur, with a smooth, glossy surface. Its pair of curved horns are the color of jade, with a subtle, shimmering luster.

With its four hooves firmly planted on the ground, it slowly made its way forward.

The gray mist avoided it upon seeing it, not daring to get close.

As they approached, the pair of bull-like eyes, like copper bells, gazed into the depths of the gray fog.

"What a grand display."

The ghosts and demons of the eighteen levels of hell weren't enough, so they even invited the image of Buddha from the Western Paradise.

Ksitigarbha, what is the purpose of this great mobilization?

The ten figures of Buddhas and Bodhisattvas trembled upon hearing these words.

The leading Buddha looked at the blue ox with a solemn expression.

The blue ox grinned, revealing two rows of neat teeth.

The Buddha's expression changed slightly, but he still pretended not to recognize him and said:

"Since you know that this place is the sacred site of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, you should know that trespassing into the netherworld is a serious crime."

The blue ox laughed heartily.

"I, Old Ox, have lived for countless millennia and have never known what a serious crime is."

Ksitigarbha, if you were truly here, I, Old Ox, would still be wary of you.

"But your true body is not here now, only a wisp of your divine consciousness remains to preside over the great formation, yet you dare to act arrogantly in front of me, Old Ox?"

The Buddha's expression changed drastically.

The blue ox swayed its hooves.

"Not only that, I, Old Niu, also know that your great formation can trap ordinary Taiyi Golden Immortals, but it can't trap that monkey."

You're just stalling for time so I can succeed.

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong's heart tightened.

"Ksitigarbha? Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva? My brother is in his hands?"