Chapter 345: Why don’t you just surrender?

In the Little Leiyin Temple, Maitreya saw Sun Wukong trapped in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal with his own eyes, and his face was full of pride.

Sun Wukong was already a Daluo Jinxian, if he attacked Sun Wukong, he would naturally not be Sun Wukong's opponent.

But long before leaving the Great Leiyin Temple, the Taoist Master Ran Deng had already planned everything and concentrated his power in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

He offered the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, and it seemed that he was attacking, but in fact it was Ran Deng who was attacking.

Although Sun Wukong had made some progress, he was still only a Daluo Jinxian after all, how could he be Ran Deng's opponent.

This time, they had made full preparations, not only to suppress Sun Wukong, but also to firmly control him in the hands of the Western Church.

At the same time, in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, Sun Wukong was constantly attacking.

He tried hard to break free from the restraints and wanted to get rid of the suppression of the big hand.

But no matter how hard he tried to use his own skills, no matter how hard he tried, he still couldn't shake this big hand.

He already felt a very familiar breath on this big hand, which was very similar to the breath in the Five Finger Mountain.

He could almost conclude that this big hand must be related to Ran Deng.

Maitreya's appearance was the calculation of the Western Church, and its purpose was to make him take it lightly.

In this situation, escaping from the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal was the top priority. He had no other choice and was about to ask Senior Black Mist.

But the next moment, a terrifying pressure emerged, the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal was constantly trembling, and the avenue and rules were broken one after another.

A figure emerged, standing in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal, with a thousand-foot Buddha light constantly surging, looking at Sun Wukong coldly.

Sun Wukong was very familiar with this figure, it was none other than Ran Deng.

"Sun Wukong, you are really lucky!" Ran Deng said coldly.

After putting the golden hoop on Sun Wukong, he thought the matter was a foregone conclusion.

But he didn't expect that Lu Yuan would personally help Sun Wukong take off the golden hoop and let Sun Wukong escape from the control of the Western Church.

Today, they have made all preparations, and he even sent a clone to hide in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

This time, they will not give Sun Wukong any chance, and they must make Sun Wukong a member of their Western Church.

Hearing what Randeng said, Sun Wukong ignored Randeng, and the anger in his heart had been ignited.

After taking off the golden hoop, he thought that the Western Church would not give up, but he didn't expect the Western Church to be so persistent.

Including today, Randeng has attacked him for the third time.

Once and twice, he can't do it again and again. He has made up his mind that even if he fights Randeng to the death, he will not succumb to the Western Church.

Looking at the anger in Sun Wukong's eyes, Randeng's smile became a little stronger, and a golden hoop appeared in his hand.

"You don't have such good luck today. You just need to take this thing and you can leave Hunyuan Jinhua!" said the Taoist Master Ran Deng with a smile.

This golden hoop was also made by a saint. It was extraordinary and even a saint could not easily condense it.

In order to condense a golden hoop again, the two saints even paid a certain price.

And this time he did it not to force Sun Wukong to wear the golden hoop, but to let Sun Wukong wear the golden hoop by himself.

Before this, whether he suppressed Sun Wukong in the Five Finger Mountain or forced Sun Wukong to wear the golden hoop, it did not change Sun Wukong in the slightest.

He knew that this was all because of Sun Wukong's own character. Only by letting Sun Wukong wear the golden hoop by himself could his character be smoothed.

Of course, with his understanding of Sun Wukong, it was not so easy to let Sun Wukong wear the golden hoop by himself and let Sun Wukong surrender.

But this time he had prepared many means. When Sun Wukong could not bear it anymore, he would definitely have to wear the golden hoop.

As long as Sun Wukong bows his head, Sun Wukong's character will not be smoothed, and their Western education can truly control Sun Wukong.

While thinking, he flicked his finger, and the golden hoop had already fallen beside Sun Wukong.

However, seeing the golden hoop appear again, Sun Wukong waved his hand before his anger became stronger.

"You want me to wear the golden hoop, dream!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

If he hadn't met the saint Lu Yuan, how could he have the opportunity to take off the golden hoop?

It was not easy to take off the golden hoop, how could he be willing to wear it by himself.

Hearing Sun Wukong's words, the Taoist Master Ran Deng was not surprised, he had expected Sun Wukong to do so.

"This is not up to you!" The Taoist Master Ran Deng snorted coldly.

As soon as the voice fell, he slapped out with one palm, and thousands of Buddha lights condensed from his hands.

The Buddha light was vast and terrifying, filling the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

The dazzling Buddha light burst out from the Buddha's palm, the void trembled, and the avenue and rules were torn apart.

Dense avenue patterns emerged, and the avenue runes kept jumping in the Buddha's light.

This time, he did not attack to suppress Sun Wukong, but to torture him.

When Sun Wukong could no longer bear it, he believed that Sun Wukong would take the initiative to put on the golden hoop.

While thinking, the Buddha's palm pressed down on Sun Wukong, and the ten thousand feet of Buddha light was attracted by it, which was extremely terrifying, and the avenue roared.

Watching the Buddha's palm suppressing down, Sun Wukong's heart was filled with anger. He had no idea of ​​surrendering, only the idea of ​​seeking revenge.

"I don't accept it!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

The "Monkey God Prison Power" was fully running, and the terrifying opportunity broke out.

He tried his best to dance his fists, the void collapsed, and the avenue trembled.

At this moment, there was no fear in his eyes, only the will to fight and endless anger.

The holy light gushed out from his body and merged into his fists, shining to the extreme.

"Boom!"

The Buddha's palm and the fist light collided with each other, the void trembled, and the avenue and rules were shattered.

However, the gap between the two was too big. Even if Sun Wukong tried his best to drive his fists, the Buddha's palm could not match it at all.

The Buddha's palm pressed down, and Sun Wukong's arms were all broken. His face was pale, as if struck by lightning.

Ten thousand Buddha's lights gushed out from the Buddha's palm, swallowing the holy light and drowning Sun Wukong. The whole Hunyuan Jinzhang was filled with the golden color of Buddha's light.

The Buddha's light washed over Sun Wukong's body, and Sun Wukong's expression was uncertain, as if he was suffering from great pain.

Under the continuous washing of the Buddha's light, spider-web-like cracks began to appear on Sun Wukong's body.

Destruction and ruin surrounded Sun Wukong, destroying his vitality. His body was extremely skinny and looked pale and old.

The Buddha's light continued to wash away the broken body, which began to crack and dripped with golden blood.

The terrifying power intertwined, and Sun Wukong's monkey hair had already turned to ash and could not be preserved at all.

Under the means of the quasi-saint level, Sun Wukong's blood splattered, and his arms were full of blood, revealing his white bones.

"Why bother? Why bother? You just need to wear the golden hoop and you don't have to endure this pain!" said the Taoist monk Ran Deng with a smile.

He just wanted to torture Sun Wukong and let him suffer physical destruction.

In his opinion, no matter how strong the will was, it could not withstand the long-term torture.

Even if Sun Wukong could endure the pain, how long could he last?

As soon as the voice fell, his mind moved, and the Buddha's light on the Buddha's palm became more intense.

The Buddha's light was vast and boundless, like the light of annihilation, as if it had become the source of destruction.

The void was broken, the Buddha's light was overwhelming, and the entire Hunyuan Golden Cymbal was stained, without any other colors.

The Buddha's light was already very scary, not to mention that the Taoist Ran Deng chose to add another fire.

Under the constant destruction of the Buddha's light, Sun Wukong's body almost disintegrated, and blood and flesh began to splash continuously.

However, even so, Sun Wukong did not have the slightest intention of begging for mercy.

Even though he was enduring great pain, even though he was enduring physical destruction, there was still no fear in his eyes, only the endless fighting spirit.

He tried his best to fight against the Buddha's light, and his thoughts became more and more clear, and the "God Monkey Prison Power" was urged to the extreme.

The next moment, the 840 million rebellious sons in his body trembled wildly, and began to roar and gallop continuously.

Every spirit monkey and Yuan monkey was constantly floating in the air, showing all kinds of strange phenomena in their bodies.

These particles are constantly absorbing power and the fighting spirit that is soaring into the sky. The fighting spirit turns into runes and merges with many monkey particles.

In an instant, under the catalysis of infinite fighting spirit, a monkey particle transforms into a Yuan Monkey particle.

The transformation of this particle caused a chain reaction, causing other monkey particles to continuously transform into Yuan Monkey particles one after another.

With the help of this extreme high pressure and this terrifying fighting spirit, among the only 100 million monkey particles left in his body, another 10 million transformed into Yuan Monkey Laozi.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong's breath began to fluctuate violently, like millions of volcanoes erupting.

The fluctuation of mana around him continued to increase, and the qi was constantly rising.

The next moment, a strange fluctuation was spreading, and holy light rushed out of his body.

The holy light wrapped Sun Wukong's broken body, and a vitality suddenly appeared and soared into the sky.

The broken body began to reorganize, the broken flesh and blood reconnected, and the two broken arms were restored to their original state.

The miserable state changed instantly, the flesh and blood bloomed with luster, and the body exuded a bright and dazzling brilliance.

The destruction of the body is a crisis, but also an opportunity. As the body reorganized, the aura emanating from Sun Wukong's body became more terrifying.

His eyes burst into two golden lights, and he looked coldly at the Taoist Master Ran Deng.

The holy light and the fists merged into one, and the terrifying power broke out in an all-round way. The roar continued to sound, and the big hand that firmly trapped Sun Wukong was almost shaken.

The next moment, the extremely terrifying fist shadow emerged, illuminating the entire Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

The fist shadow almost swallowed everything, swallowed up thousands of Buddha lights, and swallowed up the Buddha's palm.

In an instant, the nearly irresistible thousands of Buddha lights had been cleared away by the fist shadow.

Watching the fist shadow swallow the Buddha light, the Taoist Master Ran Deng was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Sun Wukong could still resist.

Sun Wukong's talent is indeed extraordinary. Not only can he endure the destruction of Buddha's light, but he can even make a breakthrough under such circumstances.

After all, Sun Wukong is just a Daluo Jinxian, and the gap between him and him is too big.

Not to mention that it poses a threat to him, he can't even get rid of the shackles, so naturally he won't care too much.

Of course, Sun Wukong can show such a talent, which makes him more determined in his inner choice.

In any case, he must make Sun Wukong completely surrender and make Sun Wukong the guardian of the Western religion.

"Sun Wukong, I will give you another chance. Wearing the golden hoop can save you from suffering!" said the Taoist Master Ran Deng in a deep voice.

In order to make Sun Wukong surrender, he has made all preparations, and Buddha's light is just one of the means.

Even if the physical pain cannot make Sun Wukong surrender, he has other means.

"Randeng, you don't need to test me. I will never wear the golden hoop myself. If you have any tricks, just come at me!" Sun Wukong said angrily.

He was ready to fight to the death. Even if Taoist Ran Deng had more tricks, what could he do?

While speaking, he threw a punch with all his strength and smashed it in the direction of Taoist Ran Deng.

Seeing this, Taoist Ran Deng raised his hand and pointed, and the fist shadow had disappeared.

"Since you don't know how to appreciate it, don't blame me for being rude!" Taoist Ran Deng said coldly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he slapped out with his palm, and more brilliant Buddha lights condensed from his hands.

The Buddha light was so vast that it shattered the avenue and rules. It was terrifying and the void kept wailing.

The Buddha's palm pressed down, and the Buddha light gushed out, completely submerging Sun Wukong.

The Buddha light washed over Sun Wukong's body. Sun Wukong's expression was distorted and he was suffering great pain.

But even so, the Burning Lamp Taoist did not stop. Thousands of Buddhas appeared behind him, and countless Sanskrit sounds rang out.

The Sanskrit sounds surged, exuding an extremely terrifying power, as if it could save everything in the world.

The breath of the quasi-saint level surged, and lotus flowers appeared around the lamp, with runes of the Great Dao densely covered, and thousands of rules intertwined.

The lotus shines on the world. On the surface, there is no threat, but it contains terrifying power that makes people unable to look directly.

The Burning Lamp Taoist pointed out, and lotus flowers swarmed out from his fingertips crazily, and each one burst out with shocking power.

The void trembled, and the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal shook with it, and everything was subverted.

Then, the lotus flowers began to wither, and there was a breath of destruction everywhere, as if it had entered the end of the world.

Emotions such as destruction and despair gathered on the lotus, turning into a torrent, covering the sky like Sun Wukong.

Then, these broken lotus flowers all drilled into Sun Wukong's brain.

As the lotus entered, Sun Wukong no longer cared about the Buddha's light washing his body, and held his head with both hands, as if he was in great pain.

He felt something stirring in his sea of ​​consciousness, and this kind of pain was far from being as tolerable as the golden hoop.

In addition, all kinds of negative emotions rose in his heart, tormenting him like a thousand poisons gnawing at his heart.

His body kept twisting, and the pain made him unbearable, and a scream echoed in the Hunyuan Golden Cymbal.

Seeing this scene, the Taoist Master Ran Deng showed a satisfied smile.

He had long expected that Sun Wukong would not give in easily, so he naturally would not prepare the Buddha's light as a means.

The lotus flowers of others were another means he prepared for Sun Wukong. These lotus flowers were destroying Sun Wukong's spirit and eroding Sun Wukong's will.

He not only wanted to torture Sun Wukong's body, but also his spirit.

He believed that under the dual torture of body and mind, Sun Wukong would definitely choose to give in and would willingly take the golden hoop on his own initiative. (End of this chapter)