Journey To The West: People In Wuzhuangguan, Sign In For Ten Thousand Years

"Since you are so obsessed, don't blame the poor monks for being unsympathetic, attack!"

A cold light flashed in Guanyin's eyes, and he had already issued an order.

Following the order of Guanyin, the hundred thousand Buddhist soldiers immediately fell to their feet and sat, clasping their hands together, bursting out infinite Buddha light all over the body.

These Buddha lights gathered in one place, and soon a huge Buddha was condensed.

"This is a Buddhist method, please be careful!"

Seeing this scene, the Bull Demon King and the others also changed their faces slightly, ready to fight.

And below, among the bushes, Sun Wukong glanced at the scene, looked at the scene in the sky, and secretly said: "This Yin & Yang person, isn't it just being scolded? Waiting for you, I haven't seen her in such a hurry!"

Above, Guanyin and others did not know Sun Wukong's complaints.

After the ten thousand-foot Buddha condensed and formed, he raised his palm, and a huge palm print had already slapped towards Cuiyun Mountain.

On Cuiyun Mountain, the demon cloud became more solid, forming a circular cover, blocking the huge palm print.

The next moment, the round cover and the huge palm print collided together!

"Rumble..."

There was a thunderous loud noise, and the entire Cuiyun Mountain array also shook again and again, as if it could no longer bear it.

Under the big formation, those demon soldiers were also unstable under the shock, and even some demon soldiers with lower Cultivation Base spewed out a spit of Blood Essence and suffered internal injuries.

However, even so, the Cuiyun Mountain Great Formation finally resisted that huge palm print.

"You can resist a single blow, but if you hit two or three... there will always be times when you can't bear it!"

Seeing this scene, Guanyin and others' expressions were slightly darkened, and as they said, they once again shouted to the Buddhist soldiers: "Go on! Break this big formation!"

"Om!"

Hearing the orders of Guanyin and others, all the Buddhist soldiers shouted in a low voice, their faces were like golden paper, and their bodies burst out with more Buddha light. These Buddha lights ascending, all gathered in the great Buddha.

With the blessing of these Buddha's lights, the ten thousand-foot Buddha is even more solid, and huge palm prints bombarded out, covering the sky and sun, and blasting towards Cuiyun Mountain.

Under such a bombardment, Cuiyun Mountain could not completely resist it with the strength of formation alone!

"Shoot! Shake the mountain!"

Seeing this scene, the Bull Demon King did not hesitate, snorted, and flew directly, waving his iron rod and hitting a huge palm print.

"Plantain fan! Broken!"

"Sura Magic!"

"Rakshasa magic!"

Princess Iron Fan and the others did not ink, and followed the Bull Demon King and bombarded the Buddhist formation.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Under these attacks, huge palm prints were shattered and broke apart.

Even if the huge palm prints that have not been smashed fall on the barrier of the demon cloud, they will not be able to play the role before!

"Only you can destroy my old cow's formation, so I don't want my old cow to destroy your formation? Fa Xiangtiandi!"

At this time, the Bull Demon screamed again, his figure swelled, and instantly turned into a giant of ten thousand meters, and then smashed towards the great Buddha of ten thousand meters.

"No! He must not be allowed to succeed!"

"Niezha, don't be arrogant!"

Seeing the appearance of the Bull Demon King, Guanyin and the others all changed slightly, and Guanyin even threw out the Yangliuyu Jade Bottle and smashed it at the Bull Demon King.

"Huh will hurt my husband, banana fan!"

Seeing this, Princess Tiefan's complexion sank, and she hurriedly fanned the banana fan, and a hurricane was generated, and it went directly to the Yangliuyu Jingping bottle.

Although the banana fan is not as good as the Yangliuyu Jade Purifying Bottle, it is also the only one on the Xiantian Calabash vine. It is located in the middle-grade Xiantian Lingbao, which is enough to hold the Yangliuyu Jade Purifying Bottle.

"Escape Dragon Pillar! Go!"

"Wu Goujian! Illness!"

Seeing Guanyin being dragged, Manjushri Samantabhadra was not idle, and immediately released his life spirit treasure and attacked the Bull Demon King as much as possible.

"You two bald donkeys, don't be mad!"

At this time, Zizai Tianboxun and Shiva took action one after another to stop the two of Manjusri and Samantabhadra.

In this way, the three big scholars will be dragged in a short time!

"Tie the fairy rope!"

Fearing to leave his grandson to see this, his sleeves flicked, and a golden rainbow emerged, bound to the Bull Demon King.

Although the three great scholars were dragged, Princess Tiefan and others were also dragged, and on the Buddhist side, there was still fear of leaving their grandchildren idle. He attacked again, but no one could stop them.

But at this moment!

"You bald donkey, is it true that the little master doesn't exist?"

A thin figure flew out directly from Cuiyun Mountain.

"Red boy, why did you come out?"

"This is an adult's battle, how can you allow you to mess around here, hurry back!"

Seeing this figure, whether it was the Bull Demon King or the Iron Fan Princess and others, they couldn't help but be surprised. Although Hong Haier ruled the Cuiyun Mountain, he was always letting him. In the final analysis, Hong Haier was nothing. It is Celestial Immortals Cultivation Base, far incomparable with fear of staying with grandchildren!

"It turns out that you are the Red Boy, the son of the Bull Demon King. Today, the poor monk will tie you up first. See how arrogant you are?"

Seeing Hong Hai'er appeared, there was a nasty smile on the face of the grandson, and then a bundle of fairy ropes flew towards Hong Hai'er.

"not good!"

"Red boy, feel like going back!"

Seeing this scene, the Bull Demon King and Princess Iron Fan were even more shocked and hurriedly shouted.

However, Hong Haier turned a deaf ear to his ears and said, "You are just a bald donkey, the little master is not afraid of you, the longevity Yan Zusuo, Evil!"

As he urged the longevity flame ancestral lock on his chest, a group of sun essence fire emerged from it, condensing a three-legged Golden Crow, and rushed towards the bundle of immortal ropes.

"Extreme Lingbao!? Sun Jinghuo!? How can this little kid have such a good baby!?"

Seeing the longevity Yan Zusuo, even if he was afraid of leaving his grandson, even if he was once one of the twelve golden immortals, now he is the Buddha of Western Buddhism, he has never had such a good treasure!

But the Red Boy is just the son of the Bull Demon King, a three-hundred-year-old bear child!

The next moment, the Sun Jinghuo has already pounced on the immortal rope.

"Zizi..."

The fire of the sun is the flame from the wild to the sun. When it touches the bundle of fairy ropes, it instantly turns into a raging fire and burns.

However, during the three breaths time, the whole celestial rope was turned into ashes, let alone tied the red boy.

"My immortal rope!"

Although he was afraid that there were many bundles of celestial ropes in his hand, each one was painstaking. At this time, seeing the bundles of celestial ropes burned by the red boy, his heart was like a drop of blood.

On the other side, the Bull Demon King was not hindered, and had already bombarded the Great Buddha.

"Rumble—"

The Great Buddha instantly collapsed, turned into countless golden fragments, and scattered in all directions.

"Puff puff!……"

Those Buddhist soldiers who blessed the Great Buddha of Ten Thousand Zhangs were also affected. They all spewed a spit of Blood Essence, and the aura on their bodies became sluggish.

"Well, you bear boy, today the old man will take your life! Ten thousand immortal ropes!"

Seeing this scene, the fear of leaving his grandson was even more furious. At the moment, his figure was shaken, and countless golden celestial ropes emerged from him.

These immortal ropes have only one purpose: to tie them all to the red boy.

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