"Amitabha, I can't open this coffin." The old monk looked up at the top of the coffin and said, "Is this the rumored Ksitigarbha Pagoda?"
"Jsitigarbha Tower?"
"Yes, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva buried all the corpses of the twelve ancestral witches in the eighteen levels of hell, and also set up a large formation that even quasi-sage-level people cannot open unless the Bodhisattva comes in person.
" said the old monk.
"That's it!" Sun Wukong nodded, but he was thinking in his heart.
The power of this Ksitigarbha Pagoda is indeed powerful, and it is worthy of being the weapon of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, but it does nothing to Sun Wukong.
His monkey's paw can tear apart the heaven and the earth, so why should he be afraid of this mere coffin?
Sun Wukong stretched out his monkey's paw and grabbed the coffin.
boom!
However, the formation patterns on the surface of the coffin suddenly shone with bright light, which directly bounced Sun Wukong away, causing Sun Wukong to retreat continuously.
"The defensive power of this coffin is so terrifying!" Sun Wukong said in shock.
"This is just one of the small magic circles. If you want to break open this coffin, you need two other magic circles." The old monk smiled slightly.
"Where are the other two magic circles?" Sun Wukong asked.
The old monk raised his chin and pointed upward.
Sun Wukong looked up, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he saw two simple inscriptions on it.
There seemed to be two whirlpools on the inscription, emitting magical fluctuations.
"Two whirlpools, could they be..." Sun Wukong's pupils shrank.
"Yes, this is to suppress the fragments of an exquisite mirror!" The old monk nodded affirmatively.
Two rays of light shot out from Sun Wukong's eyes, and he immediately strode into the coffin and sat directly on the coffin.
"Little Holy Master, you..."
The bull-headed horse-faced man next to him said worriedly.
"Don't worry, I have mastered the method to decipher this inscription. I will tell you everything after I decipher these two magic circles." Sun Wukong waved his hand.
The Minotaur looked at each other, and in the end could only nod helplessly.
"You step back, I will control the coffin, and you protect the outside world!" Sun Wukong said.
"yes!"
The two ghost warriors clasped their fists and accepted the order, then turned around and retreated to the door of the dungeon, where they stood guard.
Sun Wukong in the coffin took a deep breath, then closed his eyes, and poured the demonic energy in his body into his arms, and blazing flames burned on his claws.
His claws scratched across the coffin, creating tiny cracks.
The cracks became denser and denser, gradually forming a spider web shape, and finally turned into debris and disappeared.
A flash of surprise flashed in Sun Wukong's eyes: "This inscription is really not simple... However, my demon power is not weak either. Let's see who can win and who loses this time."
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
He poured the demonic power into his arm continuously, making it extremely hot, like lava, scalding hot, and filled with a violent sense of power, as if in the next moment, this violent demonic power could tear the world apart.
This is the power of the demon clan!
Sun Wukong's power far surpasses that of ordinary powerful men in the Golden Immortal Realm. Even Yuanshi Tianzun cannot compare to him. This is a perversion caused by the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
"Crush it for me!"
Sun Wukong used his claws to press hard on the bottom of the coffin. There was a huge rumble, and the black inscription on the bottom of the coffin suddenly exploded, making a piercing scream.
The lid of the coffin was lifted, and Sun Wukong jumped out and stood on the top of the black coffin.
"Hahaha! I, Sun Wukong, have decided to pick up this coffin today!" Sun Wukong raised his head and roared, and the whole earth was shaking.
Sun Wukong stood on the top of the coffin, overlooking the earth in the coffin, and felt particularly happy when he saw the buildings.
The stronger he is, the more rights he has.
At this time, he felt a vast and powerful aura enveloping him.
Sun Wukong turned around and saw an old monk standing there a few hundred meters away from him with a kind face.
"Ksitigarbha."
Sun Xiaosheng directly revealed his identity.
"Yes, I am Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nodded and admitted.
"I wonder what you want from me?" Sun Wukong asked.
"Little Holy Master, why do you want this coffin?" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva asked.
"This is my thing, naturally I want to take it away!" Sun Wukong said matter-of-factly.
"Little Holy Master, don't forget that what is sealed in this coffin is not just the corpses of the twelve ancestral witches, but their remnant souls!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said.
"What happened to the remnant soul?" Sun Wukong frowned.
"Their remnant souls will disappear along with this hell!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said.
"What?" Sun Wukong's expression changed.
"Their remnant souls will disappear, but their corpses will live forever. Once suppressed, they can be reborn!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva explained.
Hearing this, Sun Wukong's expression kept changing.
This coffin is a demon-suppressing coffin that suppresses the twelve ancestral witches and demon emperors. This is why Empress Houtu transformed into the Six Paths to make up for the pain of the earth, and on this condition she begged Heaven in exchange for forgiveness.
The advantage of this is that neither the Twelve Ancestral Witches nor the Demon King will die completely.
But they will also be trapped in eternity until they are wiped out.
Sun Wukong was silent for a long time and sighed: "Originally, I wanted to take them back to the primitive world and let them reunite with all living beings, but now it seems that I am afraid that is not possible."
"It's best if you understand. After all, you are a member of Heaven!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said calmly.
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, are you calling me here just to make me give up this coffin?" Sun Wukong suddenly asked.
"That's right." Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva nodded: "Little Holy Master, you now have your own family, and I also have my own things to do in hell. Nothing in this hell can stop you. I hope
You go back earlier."
"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, you don't have to persuade me, I will never give up!" Sun Wukong shook his head: "You Ksitigarbha world has your rules, and I also have my own way to go."
"In that case, I won't force you anymore. You can choose for yourself. Should you stay in the underworld and help me guard this coffin, or leave here and be reincarnated?" Ksitigarbha stared at him with bright eyes.
When Sun Wukong heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, aren't you worried that I will destroy the coffin here?"
"If the little sage wants to destroy it, it will be easy of course!" Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva said calmly.
"But I believe that the little saint will not do this, and will do his best to protect it."
"Oh? Why?!"
"Because, this coffin is - the Linglong Monument." Ksitigarbha's cloudy eyes suddenly turned into golden light, staring at Sun Wukong closely, and said in a solemn tone.
When Sun Wukong heard this, his pupils suddenly shrank: "Linglong Monument?"
"Yes, it is the legendary Linglong Monument, and it is also the magic weapon used by the Twelve Ancestral Witches to suppress the Twelve Demon Emperors."