Starting from the control of Hongmeng, fishing for the heavens

And Meng Qianqian frowned, because she felt that the wooden stick in Monkey King's hand actually conveyed an aura similar to her body.

"This stick is forged from a section of the hibiscus tree...and this hibiscus tree is one of the top ten innate spiritual roots. Even a small piece of wood is of the same grade as an innate spiritual treasure."

Mu Bai explained with a smile.

"The wooden stick that Sun Wukong is holding is the Fusang Shenmu, one of the ten innate spiritual roots, isn't it?"

"According to ancient documents, this Hibiscus tree came from the prehistoric world, where the ten princes of the monster race started. However, it was destroyed long ago during the Lich War. How did Patriarch Bodhi get it?"

Many disciples of Hongmeng Mountain gasped.

"The patriarch is so grand, he actually gave Sun Wukong such a treasure. If I guessed correctly, you must have spent this year cultivating Sun Wukong at all costs. Even if his magic power is not as good as that of Xianjun It’s not far off.”

Mu Bai said with a smile.

"Hongmeng Immortal Venerable really has sharp eyes. Wukong is a poor Taoist. For hundreds of years, he met the most qualified disciples, so he naturally spared no effort to cultivate them. Unfortunately, his opponent is Sun Wudao. Let your other disciples of Hongmeng Mountain escape. It’s a real pity.”

Patriarch Bodhi stroked a few strands of white beard under his chin, and said regretfully.

"Sun Wukong is making great progress, but if he wants to win against Sun Wudao, he may still be an ant shaking the sky."

Mu Bai shook his head disdainfully, and glanced at Sun Wudao from the corner of his gaze.

"Brother... Your Hibiscus Shenmu is of extraordinary grade and has a great origin, but my Dinghai Shenzhen Needle may not be inferior to yours. Let's see."

While the domineering voice echoed, Sun Wudao stomped his heel heavily.

His body flew up like an arrow from a string, suspended above the sky of hundreds of feet. Under the gaze of everyone, he raised his hands, and there was a golden iron rod in his hand.

Under the injection of mana, the iron plate soared to a length of tens of meters at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with the momentum of the sinking of the world, it slammed towards Monkey King.

On the way down, the space exploded, and the laws shattered... bursts of screams shook the eardrums, and the sound was extremely terrifying.

"It's such a powerful aura fluctuation. Could it be that the weapon in Sun Wukong's hand is also an innate spiritual treasure?"

Wu Guang, Wu Da, Wu Zhi, Wu Hui's pupils constricted.

It's no wonder that Xiantian Lingbao is still very rare in the world of Journey to the West, even if they are Fangcunshan, there are only a few pieces.

Before Sun Wukong took out the Fusang Shenmu section, they all thought they could win for their side.

It was only at this time that the disciples of Hongmeng Mountain, apart from suppressing Fangcun Mountain with their cultivation resources, now even their magic weapons are no less inferior.

"This object was left by Dayu when he was controlling the waters. It has been hidden in the Dragon Palace in the East China Sea. It must have been obtained by the Hongmeng Immortal Venerable who joined forces with the Black Lotus Sect to steal the treasure house of the Dragon Clan in the East China Sea. If you take a lot of money, you will not be able to enter the hall of elegance."

Patriarch Bodhi said with a sneer.

Boom!

At the same time, at the scene of the battle, the Destiny Needle had already slammed into the Hibiscus Sacred Tree. The moment the two innate spirit treasures touched, a terrifying ripple of destruction spread like a water wave.

Wherever it passed, the space distorted, the air exploded, and the laws also became turbulent.

But fortunately, all the people watching the battle had extremely strong mana, and they were not affected much. Their eyes were still staring at the fierce battle ahead without blinking.

Ding Ding Deng…

The moment the ripples of destruction dissipated, Monkey King staggered back a few steps before he stabilized his body.

He looked at Sun Wudao with a hint of horror in his eyes, and said, "Second brother, your magic power has reached the peak of the Golden Immortal, how did you do it?"

There was an unbelievable tremor in the voice.

Notice!

During this year, Patriarch Bodhi almost gave up all he had, used countless elixir and spirit liquid, and personally helped Sun Wukong wash his marrow many times, and only then did he have his current cultivation base of the late Golden Immortal.

Originally, in Sun Wukong's thinking, with his mana, Fusang Shenmu, and the supernatural powers he cultivated, it would be absolutely easy to defeat Sun Wudao.

Only then did he realize that the other party was not only not inferior to him, but he was even better than him.

This gave Sun Wukong a sense of the absurdity of dreaming.

After all, a year ago, they were just ordinary stubborn monkeys, and everyone started from scratch.

"What? Sun Wudao's mana has reached the peak of Jinxian? Isn't it?"

"I thought that those few disciples from Hongmeng Mountain were enough to defy the sky, but it turns out that Sun Wudao is also hiding his secrets!"

"My God... Hongmeng Immortal Venerable cultivated nine true disciples at the same time, allowing their mana to rise to several levels in just one year. How many resources are needed to do this?"

Thinking of this, Wu Guang, Wu Da, Wu Zhi, and Wu Hui were all envious and jealous.

Their master, Patriarch Bodhi, is already considered a mobile treasury of gold, carrying countless treasures of heaven and earth in his hands, but compared with Mu Bai at the moment, he is undoubtedly nothing.

Chapter 800 The true identity of Patriarch Bodhi!

"Brother, I just said that after this battle, our identities will be reversed. I will become the big brother, the future king of Huaguo Mountain. Do you believe it at this time?"

After one blow, Sun Wudao did not strike again, but instead showed a high-spirited look.

"Your cultivation level is indeed higher than mine by a small realm, but this doesn't mean much. After all, besides cultivation base, there are also supernatural powers that affect the outcome. Unfortunately, during this year, Master Biography I have changed 72 times, and today I will let you see it."

As soon as Sun Wukong's words fell, his whole body instantly turned into a thousand-foot-high golden mountain, carrying the supreme weight, crushing towards Sun Wudao.

Although this golden mountain was created by illusion, its weight is comparable to that of ordinary mountains, and it weighs hundreds of millions of tons.

And exuding bursts of Buddha's light, conveying an impenetrable breath.

"Master, why is the mountain transformed by Sun Wukong a golden mountain, and also blessed by Buddha's light? It looks unbreakable?"

Seeing this scene, Meng Qianqian frowned.

The other disciples also looked sideways.

"Ksitigarbha, what do you think?"

Mubai did not respond in a hurry, but looked at Ksitigarbha King.

Because the disciples had been competing for so long, Ksitigarbha didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, which made Mu Bai feel a little weird.

The Ksitigarbha King seemed to be thinking about something on his mind, he came to his senses when he heard Mubai's voice, and asked suspiciously, "Palace Master, what did you just say?"

Mubai was stunned, then shook his head and smiled wryly, explaining: "Although these 72 changes come from Taoism, they have been improved by Bodhi Patriarch, and the reason why he is now bathed in Buddha's light is because of Sun Wudao's overhaul of Buddhism and Taoism, using When using the art of illusion, it also incorporates Buddhism..."

"Hearing what the master said, Sun Wukong's understanding must be very powerful. In just one year, he was able to practice Taoism and Buddhism at the same time."

"That's not right... Isn't this Patriarch Bodhi a Taoist immortal? Why is his Buddhism so profound, and he also taught it to Sun Wukong?"