The beginning of Journey to the West refuses to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace Chapter 558: Dividing the spoils? Too many resources are not a good thing
Chapter 558: Dividing the spoils? Too many resources are not a good thing
The guardian of Chijie chose Tang Seng to do it.
Extremely controversial.
The main problem is that the strength is not enough to convince the public.
In the first three tribulations, quasi-sage powerhouses were in charge.
When he came to him, he became the Great Luo Jinxian.
Even Tang Seng didn't know what he was doing.
Not to mention other people.
"How difficult it is to break through to the Quasi-Saint."
"Since you are my grandson's apprentice's biological father, I, grandson, will help you, so what!"
A voice came.
It made everyone look up.
Beyond the sky, in the void.
A golden body with a height of one million feet broke through the clouds and mist, revealing itself.
This move made many Buddhist disciples frown.
For them, the appearance of the golden body is all too familiar.
Isn’t this just a way for Buddhist disciples to show off to the world?
But, then again.
Sun Xiaosheng is now the leader of the New Buddhism Sect.
There's nothing wrong with using a golden body to show off.
It's just that giant monkey face that looks a bit inconsistent.
If it weren't for his tyrannical strength, he would be superior to trillions of living beings.
Maybe someone will actually laugh out loud.
But at this moment.
Within the Three Realms, Li Shimin and other mortal cultivators have all knelt down to worship.
It is natural for mortals to worship the strong.
Even the powerful men from ancient times were in awe of Sun Xiaosheng.
It can be seen from the pious attitude on their faces.
"Will the Great Sage help the poor monk break through to the Quasi-Sage?"
Tang Seng's eyes widened as if he couldn't believe it.
Quasi-sage cultivation is a realm that many powerful people dream of.
Countless strong men from all over the world may not be able to break through this level even though they have spent their entire lives for hundreds of millions of years.
But if Sun Xiaosheng helps, it will be different.
The six-eared macaque is only 50,000 years old.
He jumped from an innate being with no supernatural powers to a saint.
Helping Tang Seng break through to become a quasi-sage is not an easy task.
However, is Sun Xiaosheng worthy of belief?
Thinking of this, Tang Seng couldn't help but shudder.
Thinking back on the Journey to the West, Sun Xiaosheng’s methods.
Tang Monk shuddered.
What would Sun Xiaosheng do if there was no benefit?
Don't talk about losing face to him.
If face is valuable, why do you need karma?
"That... Great Sage, this poor monk thinks it's good to practice slowly."
"The eighty-one tribulations of purgatory are a great merit, and poor monks are not blessed to endure them."
"The Great Sage should choose another person!"
Tang Seng was timid again.
He didn't want to be tortured to death by Sun Xiaosheng again.
"Oh, you dare to refuse?"
Above the sky, the huge monkey face was extremely unhappy.
This stinky monk didn't even give him face.
court death!
However, Sun Xiaosheng would not be really angry.
He understands Tang Seng.
This monk's brain is not working well to begin with.
What is the sophistication of human nature and observation of words and expressions?
He doesn't understand at all.
Everyone was angry when they saw Sun Xiaosheng.
Everyone was trembling with fear.
On the contrary, Tang Seng looked confused.
If he doesn’t want to be a guardian, shouldn’t he?
"Alas, with such an idiot, no wonder he died so many times on the journey to the west."
"Little monk, please be more careful."
Ancestor Styx shook his head and sighed.
The look in Tang Seng's eyes was mostly sympathetic.
"Ahem!"
Guanyin hurriedly coughed a few times, glared at Tang Monk fiercely, and whispered:
"What a great opportunity, no one else can ask for it."
"Don't be ignorant of good and evil."
"Why don't you thank the Great Sage quickly? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
After saying this, Guanyin was afraid that Tang Monk would fall ill.
He pushed Tang Seng to the ground.
"Thank you so much, Great Sage!"
Tang Seng said helplessly.
He really doesn't want to get involved.
But he couldn't defeat Sun Xiaosheng!
"snort!"
Sun Xiaosheng snorted coldly.
It's not that he cares about face, it's just that Tang Seng is Chen Lin's biological father after all.
His apprentice's father can't persecute him as hard as before.
And the Purgatory Eighty-one Dilemma is indeed the target of his key support.
And every disaster has its explanation.
Tang Seng alone cannot have the final say on who can go up and who cannot go up.
Looking at the prehistoric times, only Tang Seng is suitable for this crazy calamity.
If he doesn't go up, who will?
It was precisely because of this that Sun Xiaosheng offered to help Tang Seng improve his cultivation.
But Tang Seng was lucky enough to retreat.
Isn’t this irritating!
"go!"
Following Sun Xiaosheng's low shout.
A stream of light quickly flew towards Tang Monk.
All living beings in the wild looked at the stream of light nervously.
It wasn't until the stream of light revealed its true form that all living beings suddenly opened their eyes.
"Creation Jade Butterfly!"
Ancestor Hongjun muttered softly.
This jade butterfly is his treasure.
But I don’t know why Sun Xiaosheng got it.
The most annoying thing is that he doesn't dare to come back.
Who can understand this kind of frustration!
"The magical power of laws is a major criterion for becoming a quasi-sage."
"But breakthrough in cultivation is the king's way."
"Tang Monk, you are lucky."
"I, Old Sun, have prepared a lot of the magic power of a great saint for you, which is enough for you to break through to the quasi-sage and even become a saint!"
Sun Xiaosheng chuckled and slowly raised his hand.
Suddenly, an awe-inspiring aura filled Fang Qiong.
Trillions of living beings in the prehistoric era felt this aura that surpassed the power of a saint.
One by one, they were like hungry wolves seeing the small sample.
Absorb like crazy.
However, these overflowing auras are just the tip of the iceberg.
The real big head belongs to Tang Seng.
"These breaths are...the souls and mana of the powerful people in the world of truth?!"
Ancestor Hongjun was shocked.
The terrifying images of Sun Xiaosheng's punch kept flashing through his mind.
More than 100,000 saints have fallen, bringing endless fear to the creatures in the two worlds.
But no one noticed that Sun Xiaosheng silently collected the souls and mana of those saints.
And what was given to Tang Monk was only a small part of it.
In other words, Sun Xiaosheng still has the magic power of more than 100,000 saints.
This is a huge sum of money!
"Great Sage!"
"Can you give me some as well?!"
Hongjun looked at Sun Xiaosheng eagerly and asked.
As soon as these words came out.
Many powerful men from ancient times looked at Sun Xiaosheng.
Obviously, they also guessed this step.
The magic power of those great saints is extremely precious.
It also contains the laws of the Great Dao.
It is a more pure existence than the innate spiritual root.
Whether he is a quasi-sage, a heavenly saint, or a great saint.
The demand for the Law of the Great Way is much higher than others.
People like Pangu who use their strength to prove the Tao need three thousand principles of the Tao to become a Tao saint.
His demand is even greater.
Therefore, when Pangu looked at Sun Xiaosheng, his eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars.
"Damn it, don't look at me like that."
"Believe it or not, I will beat you up!"
Sun Xiaosheng felt nauseated.
Pangu's unrestrained face looked like a nymphomaniac.
Anyone who sees it will vomit.
"hey-hey!"
"Great Sage, you only need to hand over the souls of those great saints to me."