Super God: Make the Mechanical Nuwa at the beginning

Thinking of this, the three-headed and six-armed Sun Wukong changed back to his original form, but he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the stick in his hand.

"Demon King? The Monkey King? Humph, monkey, you are so arrogant!"

"Hey, hey, hey, you are so arrogant? If I'm not arrogant, I wouldn't be called Sun Wukong. In my eyes, you, a fake thing, are just a breathing clay figurine. When you meet the real one like me, why do you talk to me like this?"

"You are misleading people with your lies. You want to be like me, Sun? You are not worthy. There has never been a Monkey King. Now there is only the Fighting Buddha. No matter which civilization created you, you must be the first to speak out today, right? Don't blame me for using force!"

"Hey, Fighting Buddha, what? You want to fight me? In this world, don't you ask me who I am afraid of?"

After saying that, he looked at Dou Sheng Buddha jokingly, stretched out his finger and hooked it.

"Okay, fighting is the only thing I'm best at. I want to see how many heads you, the usurper who bears my name, have!"

Wait a minute, wait a minute, Dukao is really confused now, looking at the two Sun Wukongs arguing about who is real and who is fake. Don’t you know to go to the West to ask Buddha Tathagata? Can you tell me an answer first, why did the Sun Wukong at the back save him?

He wanted to go up and ask for clarification, but he was afraid that the two monkeys would focus their attention on him again. He could only ask himself secretly, whether it was possible that the Super Seminary had sent super soldiers from other galaxies to support him?

Several super soldiers in the underground were also secretly trying to figure out which one was the real Sun Wukong. Judging from their attire, the two looked similar, but one claimed to be the Fighting Buddha and the other was the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. It seemed hard to tell which one was more powerful.

"I bet two cents that Monkey will win."

"Then I'll bet on Monkey to win too."

"Wait a minute, which monkey brother are you talking about?"

Sun Wukong didn't wait for them to finish placing their bets, and the two monkeys immediately started fighting.

The Fighting Buddha raised his stick and started to hit him. The Monkey King somersaulted, and with his feet in lotus silk shoes, he supported the golden hoop and kicked out, hitting the Fighting Buddha hard on the shoulder.

The Monkey King still felt unsatisfied, so he kicked out three times in a row, each kick hitting the Fighting Buddha's head.

The three kicks and the diamond-like hard body made the Fighting Buddha's head buzz. He was actually unable to resist the Monkey King's tactics.

The Monkey King, he was the one who caused havoc in Heaven, how could his combat experience be inferior to that of a small imposter?

But this is not the end. Since the Monkey King wants to prove whether he is real or fake, he has to let this fake one open his eyes.

He made a spell with his hands, turned around, and turned into a white tiger, which was exactly the 72 transformations of the magical power!

The white tiger stood in the air, its body was dozens of meters long, it opened its bloody mouth emitting a fishy smell, and pounced straight at the Fighting Buddha. Its steel teeth bit the Fighting Buddha's stick, making a series of cracking sounds.

"Seventy-two transformations! It's seventy-two transformations!"

Ge Xiaolun and others below couldn't help but exclaimed. The legend of Sun Wukong was also spread in this world, and they naturally knew Sun Wukong's methods. The Seventy-two Transformations were Sun Wukong's specialty!

It seems that the Sun Wukong on my side is the fake one. The key is that he doesn't know this trick.

So, are those myths true? Isn't what Monkey King said just a rumor?

At this time, Sun Wukong in the sky was also a little terrified. How could this be possible? Could this really be the Seventy-Two Abilities?

So, wouldn't that mean he really became a fake? How could he, the Fighting Buddha, accept this? With a flash of golden light, he transformed into a three-headed, six-armed form again. With a swing of his stick, he forced back the white tiger transformed by the Monkey King.

Taking advantage of his huge size, he raised his stick and swung it at the white tiger transformed by the Monkey King in the sky.

The Monkey King returned to his original form, and looked at the huge iron rod coming at him with boredom. He yawned, raised his arms in front of him, and the huge iron rod was easily blocked by the Monkey King like a goose feather.

But Fighting Buddha did not stop, he raised his iron rod and continued swinging it at the Monkey King. His huge body seemed to be slapping a fly, as if he wanted to smash it into pulp.

But the Monkey King is not a fly. Even if he only possesses some of Sun Wukong's memories, he is still Sun Wukong. Taiyi Jinxian understands, right? Even if he does not have the great power he once had, he is not an existence that can be easily controlled by this universe.

"Boring, too boring. Your enlargement is just a form in name only. What's the point? Let me teach you how to use the Law of Heaven and Earth!"

The Monkey King bent down slightly, and his originally tiny body suddenly grew larger as if injected with hormones.

The monkey's body seemed to support the sky and the earth, reaching a height of tens of thousands of meters.

At this time, the three-headed and six-armed Fighting Buddha seemed to have become a joke. Compared with the Monkey King who stretched his head out of the atmosphere, the Fighting Buddha at this time was about the size of an ant.

"It's this big, it should be enough!"

At this moment, everyone in the center of the battlefield, including Hua Yeyan, was shocked by the scene before them.

Two feet occupy thousands of square meters in the city, a pair of legs reach into the sky, and the body must be tens of thousands of meters long. What kind of trick is this? How can this be played?

In a flash, Yan thought of the information uploaded by Azhui and the others. When Queen Kesha died before, Guan Yu's men had used this technology. Is this monkey Guan Yu's?

"Since you are willing to be this damn Fighting Buddha, hehe, you should also have a taste of the Five Finger Mountain of Tathagata. Ah, although I am not as skilled as Tathagata, I can use it on you!"

The voice of the Monkey King was heard from the sky, and the Fighting Buddha quickly raised his head and looked up at the sky.

I saw a huge hand with flames on it that dispersed the dark clouds and struck straight down in the direction of Fighting Buddha.

Fighting Buddha seemed unwilling to give up at this time. He clamped his iron rod under his armpit and rushed towards the big handprint in the sky.

I saw that one end of the iron rod was getting bigger and bigger, as if it was going to become a pillar supporting the sky, and it was pressed against the bottom of my palm, but it was useless.

The Monkey King's physical strength made the stick completely irrelevant. The moment the iron stick touched the handprint, the extremely solid iron stick broke into pieces of iron like a piece of paper.

"Run, run!"

The people below also saw a huge palm descending from the sky, and they quickly ran away. With such a size, they were probably within the range of the palm, so what were they waiting for?

Ge Xiaolun desperately grabbed Zhao Xin and Liu Chuang, and they then grabbed Wei Ying and He Weilan, flapping their wings and flying away.

Hua Ye, Yan, and Dukao did not dare to stay here. With a clear purpose, they flew to the side in an instant.

Hua Ye cursed Carl inwardly, "Is this the information you gave me? Is this the gene you upgraded me with? Why do I feel like I'm being outdone as soon as I appear on the stage?"

Everyone else ran, but Fighting Buddha did not run, because he knew he couldn't run away. The palm was coming towards him, so how could he run?

The Fighting Buddha was knocked to the ground by this blow. He propped himself up with his feet and held onto the palm print that fell from the sky with his hands. He gritted his teeth and held on.

Just from the trembling legs and the sinking body, anyone could see that this Fighting Buddha was just a spent force. As the palm exerted force, the Fighting Buddha could no longer hold on and was pressed directly under the palm.

In the next moment, the huge palm turned into a shadow and gradually evolved into a mountain.

The Monkey King suddenly descended from the sky and landed at the foot of the mountain. He looked at the Fighting Buddha who was suppressed by him at the foot of the mountain.

The monkey hair in his hand turned into paper and pen, and he quickly wrote a few big words - The Monkey King was here!

He caught it and pasted it on the mountain as a talisman to suppress the Fighting Buddha.

"Hey, this is good!"