Chapter 475: Sun Wukong's God Elephant Prison Suppressing

Outside the Chat Group, Journey to the West World, Baigu Yaoguo.

"Aolai mist, flowers and fruits fragrant, one staff to settle the seas, ten thousand demons bow!"

Under the firmament, the Golden Cudgel in Sun Wukong's hand gathered thousands of golden rays, arcs of light flashing, as he struck down tens of thousands of yin spirits with the force of a crumbling mountain.

Ah!

Piercing screams and terrified roars were incessant.

The yin spirits around Baigu Furen vanished into thin air one after another, as if evil things had encountered the great sun and were being completely purified.

Seeing this, Baigu Furen's expression turned gloomy, her heart bleeding.

These yin spirit ghost generals were subordinates she had refined for thousands of years, yet they were just beaten to death by Sun Wukong with a single strike.

At the same time, it made her clear about exactly what level Sun Wukong's strength was at.

Although the Immortal Cultivation realms are unified, combat power varies even within the same realm.

For example, in the face of the tens of thousands of yin spirits attacking just now, some Golden Immortals might dodge in a sorry state, or be flustered and helpless.

Golden Immortals like Sun Wukong who can wipe out tens of thousands of yin spirits with one strike are few and far between.

The current cultivation environment is no longer that of the Ancient Era; those who truly walk from Refining Essence into Qi to the steps of Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown and Five Qis Returning to the Origin to become a Great Luo Golden Immortal are very rare.

For this reason, after the ancient Qi Refining methods, Merit cultivation methods, Incense cultivation methods, and Faith cultivation methods appeared.

These cultivation methods can also lead to becoming an immortal, or even a Golden Immortal or Great Luo Golden Immortal.

It is just that their strength is greatly discounted; they have the corresponding immortal Dao Fruit positions, but lack the corresponding strength.

For tens of millions of years, the Heavenly Court and Buddhism have had large batches of such gods and Buddhas.

Baigu Furen's expression was not good; she did not wish to encounter an opponent like Sun Wukong, as fighting would be more trouble than it was worth, and would surely end in mutual destruction.

"Sun Wukong, you and I have no grudges; what is the reason for you attacking my door?" Baigu Furen said, struggling to calm her emotions.

"Didn't I, Old Sun, already say? To pry open your skull and make soup for my master?" Sun Wukong said proudly.

"..." Baigu Furen was silent.

"Demon, don't feel aggrieved. Don't you want to eat my master's flesh? Although you haven't had the chance to implement your plan, I, Old Sun, have known for a long time, hmph hmph." Sun Wukong said.

Baigu Furen understood; then everything made sense, so she said:

"Sun Wukong, you are, after all, a Great Saint of the Demon Race; why are you willing to be driven by a mortal and work for Buddhism?

Tang Sanzang is the reincarnation of Jinchan; his flesh and blood and nine lifetimes of Merit are extraordinary. Why not you and I cooperate and eat Tang Sanzang together?

Taking this opportunity, Sun Wukong, you might even have a chance to enter the Great Luo Realm.

Once you reach the Great Luo Golden Immortal, even Tathagata Buddha cannot control you."

Clearly, Baigu Furen was poaching Xuanzang's talent online, and if possible, she even wanted to take Sun Wukong, this stock with potential, as a lackey.

But she underestimated Sun Wukong; Sun Wukong just smiled dismissively and said:

"Hehe, Baigujing, I think you haven't woken up yet, looking for a beating!"

"Watch the blow!"

As the words fell, Sun Wukong brandished the Golden Cudgel, a somersault splitting into thousands of clones to swarm Baigujing, back and forth, staff shadows heavy, afterimages continuous and endless.

"You refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!"

Baigu Furen's eyes were stunned, light flickering in her hand as a white bone soul-summoning banner appeared.

This bone banner was triangular in shape, supported by a spine, and hung all around with skull-like bells.

Its entirety was crafted from mysterious remains, the patterns on it ancient and obscure, unlike any language in the Three Realms, containing some kind of incredible magic.

As Baigu Furen's previous incarnation was the Baigu Moshen who survived in the Chaos, the white bone soul-summoning banner in her hand was also a weird Innate Spirit Treasure with treacherous methods.

This banner can summon tens of thousands of undying spirits to fight continuously. It can also perform Primordial Spirit attacks that are impossible to guard against, and can even release flames no less than Samadhi True Fire to burn mountains and boil seas.

It is just that the true white bone soul-summoning banner was shattered long ago in the battle of opening the heavens, with eight or nine tenths of its great power vanishing into nothingness.

The banner in Baigu Furen's hand was restored, and now it has only recovered about forty percent of its power; it is precisely because the Innate Spirit Treasure contains a trace of innate inextinguishable spiritual light that she was able to leave a thought to re-cultivate in the Three Realms.

At this moment, Baigu Furen held the white bone soul-summoning banner and shook it toward the Void, the crisp and pleasant sound of bells ringing, and ripples of sound waves spread in all directions.

Wherever they passed, this entire space seemed to be twisted by great force.

Sun Wukong's thousands of clones were twisted into smoke in an instant and disappeared.

And Sun Wukong's true body was like it had caught fire, his skin covered in pale flames.

Although Sun Wukong was ignited at this moment, he was not panicked at all and laughed:

"I, Old Sun, was refined in the Eight-Trigrams Furnace for forty-nine days; can your fire be more powerful than Taishang Laojun's Samadhi True Fire?"

"Houzi, your vision is too short. There are countless flames in this world more powerful than Samadhi True Fire.

If it were my peak period, this flame would have long since turned you into bones and extinguished your Primordial Spirit," Baigu Furen said.

"Hehe, not that impressive, is it?" Sun Wukong stretched his arms.

"Is that so!"

The corners of Baigu Furen's mouth rose, and the white bone soul-summoning banner in her hand shook gently again; accompanied by the crisp bell sound, the pale flames on Sun Wukong's body intensified again, their power climbing several times over.

"Sun Wukong, a lion uses its full strength even when hunting a rabbit. Not to mention my magic power is not below yours; if you are this arrogant, even if I cannot kill you, you will surely be severely wounded.

This Postnatal White Bone Ice Flame does not just burn the body, it also injures the Primordial Spirit.

Sun Wukong, do you feel the pain of your Primordial Spirit being torn apart right now?"

Hearing this, Sun Wukong did indeed feel a headache.

He was not actually being arrogant; it was mainly because once this White Bone Ice Flame stuck to him, it was like a dog-skin plaster that would not go out.

"Wukong, use the God Elephant Prison Suppressing, and reorganize your whole body into particles!"

At this moment, Xuanzang's voice reached Sun Wukong's ears.

When it comes to the level of understanding of the God Elephant Prison Suppressing, Sun Wukong is absolutely inferior to Xuanzang.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong's eyes brightened, and he circulated the God Elephant Prison Suppressing; his flesh, tendons, bones, viscera, cells, and particles all vibrated together, and millions of particles erupted with an earth-shattering power.

Sun Wukong had only just begun practicing the God Elephant Prison Suppressing Art, and it was impossible to have opened all four hundred and eighty million particles in a human body, but relying on the foundation of his own Golden Immortal cultivation, he had opened several tens of millions, nearing one hundred million, so once he unleashed it, the strange phenomenon was heaven-shaking.

The entire Three Realms shook and swayed at this moment, and a soaring, undying sound of a dragon and elephant rang out in the hearts of all living beings, resounding throughout the universe.

And above the firmament, a phantom of a divine elephant stood tall between heaven and earth; it bore the vast sky on its head and trampled the Eighteen Levels of Hell, standing since time immemorial.

At this moment, immortals and Buddhas were shocked, and the ghosts in hell wailed incessantly, trembling in fear.

Yet Sun Wukong's true body was still unaware of these events and phenomena; he transformed into a particle state, like a stream of data reorganizing in the Void, and as for that Bone Ice Flame, it was actually Devoured and absorbed during the process of his reorganization.

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