Novel11 Chapter 189: The Great Saint's Underworld Rescue
Chapter 189: The Great Saint's Underworld Rescue
"Don't worry. After all, I am also a saint of the demon clan. I don't believe that Jieyin Zhunti really dares to attack my demon clan."
Nuwa today can even compete with Daozu, and she also has a killing treasure of the Hongmeng Avenue level.
She doesn't believe that Jieyin Zhunti and the others are fools and dare to go to war with the demon clan.
At most, the dragon clan has no benefit to gain from the death of Jin Chanzi, so they transferred the conflict to the demon clan.
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She just hopes to gain more benefits from the demon clan. Nuwa is not willing to fight with such people.
As long as the saints don't take action, the group of Buddhas in Lingshan who are greedy for enjoyment and used to a luxurious life are not the opponents of the demon clan baptized by war.
Therefore, Nuwa is not panicked at all. She is more eager to show the human race.
After all, the system's task is to teach the human race and lead the human race to prosperity.
The system task is the most important thing. This is related to the safety of her saint, which is comparable to the infinite calamity, which is difficult for saints to protect themselves.
No matter what happens, you can put it aside.
However, on the other side, Sun Wukong looked at the ruined Yingchoujian, and his whole body was numb.
He held a rabbit in one hand and a wild goat in the other hand, with a flower seed in the corner of his mouth.
Looking at the scene in front of him, the whole person was confused.
"I just turned three somersault clouds to find the tonic ingredients. How come it has become like this in just a short while?"
He took out the golden hoop and smashed it hard on the ground.
"Old man, why don't you show up quickly!"
I saw a rotating white smoke rising slowly, and a little old man appeared in front of me, spinning in circles.
"Old man, tell me quickly, what happened here?"
"Why is it so dilapidated?"
Before the little old man could stand firm, Sun Wukong grabbed the other's white beard, his eyes shining with fierce light, staring fiercely.
Zhang San was just a land god. In the heavenly court, he was a low-ranking god. How could he have seen a powerful person like Sun Wukong?
His legs were shaking with fear. He was so frightened by the murderous aura of the other party that he lost his soul.
"Reply to the Great Sage, the little white dragon swallowed the Golden Cicada, and the goddess Guanyin appeared and suppressed Ao Lie."
The trembling Zhang San told the story of how the Golden Cicada died and how Ao Lie was suppressed and taken away by Guanyin.
"Guanyin!"
"It must be Guanyin!"
After listening to Zhang San's story, Sun Wukong smashed the golden hoop on the ground fiercely, and the whole mountain stream shook.
"It must be Guanyin behind the scenes."
For more than half a month, the Golden Cicada had never approached the dead pool.
"Master is such a fearful person, how could he jump into the Eagle Sorrow Gorge by himself, Sun Wukong thought, someone must have secretly done something to him."
"Master, wait for me, I will go to save you now."
Thinking that the soul will return to the underworld, relying on the timid nature of the King of Hell, he will definitely be able to save the master.
Without time to think about it, he turned into a wisp of green smoke and went to the underworld.
However, Sun Wukong's trip to the underworld was not as easy as he imagined.
On the contrary, it left him with an indelible memory.
The ghost soldiers who used to run away when they saw him did not give him any privileges.
The Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced even took out their weapons and blocked him directly outside the gate of hell.
The reason is that living souls cannot enter the underworld, and those who violate the order will be punished for trespassing into the underworld.
This made Sun Wukong very angry, and it must be the arm of Guanyin.
Thinking about getting along with Jin Chanzi these days, although he was often bullied by him, after getting along with him, he found that Jin Chanzi was a different Buddha.
Reasonable and extremely kind to him, there is no hierarchy at all, just like a family member.
Otherwise, he would not have come to the underworld alone to retrieve his soul.
Seeing that his former defeated opponent dared to show his displeasure to the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Monkey King's violent temper instantly came up.
"Since you won't let me in, I will fight in!"
The result can be imagined. He is only a Taiyi Jinxian, how can he be a match for the underworld where many masters gather?
He was ruthlessly suppressed in no less than three rounds.
Because no one was acting with him anymore, looking at the ghost messengers in front of him, they were all Taiyi Jinxian.
And there were several Daluo-level masters, which made Sun Wukong feel like a blow to the head.
After being ruthlessly suppressed, he was dragged directly to the Hall of the King of Hell.
"Are you Sun Wukong?"
"Hundreds of years have passed, why are you still so impatient?"
"You are not still thinking about making trouble in the underworld?"
Yan Mo sat on the throne, with an imposing aura that completely shocked Sun Wukong.
"The peak of the Golden Immortal?"
Sun Wukong was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the old man who was timid and timid at the beginning was actually a powerful Daluo?
He finally understood what his master said, a life that was arranged.
He finally understood that he was just a chess piece of Lingshan, and the entire Three Realms played a play with him.
"What? Where is the prestige of the past?"
"Aren't you capable?"
"If you were not the disciple of the holy monk, and you dared to enter the underworld, I would have sent you to the demon beheading platform long ago."
Yan Mo waved his hand, and the meteorite chains tied to Sun Wukong fell off, and he was free.
"Why?"
Sun Wukong was confused and felt that the whole world had deceived him.
"To get by, you either need to rely on your strength or your background."
"What strength do you have?"
"What background do you have?"
Yan Mo's cold and ruthless words completely hit the arrogant Sun Wukong. His eyes became dull and the monkey's confidence was shattered.
"Brother Yan, look what treasure I brought you!"
"This time I want to order ten ghost girls."
At this moment, an arrogant and even vulgar voice resounded throughout the Yama Palace.
Everyone couldn't help but twitch their mouths and looked up at the sky, as if they didn't hear the voice.
"Aha, it's the holy monk, aren't you stopping at the Fortune Mall?"
"Little ones, why are you still standing there? Why don't you get ready? Didn't you hear what the holy monk said? Hurry up and find ten beautiful wives to dance for the holy monk."
The arrogant Yama, who was just high and mighty and dominated the life and death of thousands of creatures, suddenly changed his face.
"Brother Yan Mo, this is a good thing!"
"Does the boss of the Fortune Mall know it?"
"That is the God of Fortune, this is something from his hometown, how about it? I am good to you, right?"
Jiang Yuliang walked into the Hades Hall with a bottle of tableware, and even did not forget to brag about the preciousness of this thing.
"What!"
"A specialty from the hometown of the God of Fortune?"
"This time, I, Yan Mo, can be considered lucky. I must open a few pocket jars later."
Yan Mo took two steps at a time and rushed out of the Hades Hall and welcomed Jin Chanzi in.
Sun Wukong looked at his master's spirit and was stunned on the spot.
I didn't expect that the other party would be so popular in the underworld. Is this the treatment of having a background behind him?
"Uh? Why does this monkey head look so familiar?"
"Well, not as handsome as my apprentice, at least my apprentice doesn't have so much hair on his body."
Jiang Yuliang and Yan Mo walked arm in arm and walked to the back hall of the Hades Hall.
"Master, I am Wukong!"
Seeing that Jin Chanzi didn't recognize him, Sun Wukong was upset and cried out in grievance.
"Huh?"
"Why did I hear my disciple's voice?"
"Did he wake up? It seems that he is awake."
"Brother Yan, let me tell you..."
But at this moment, Sun Wukong's cry for help came again. Jiang Yuliang returned in confusion, looking at the monkey head with a face full of grievance, pitiful, kneeling and running towards him.
Jiang Yuliang looked up and down, you know what, he really couldn't tell them apart, the prehistoric monkey monsters all looked the same, covered with hair.