One person above Qing Huang Ting

Chapter 844 Digesting the Six Roots
Pigsy was furious: "I just wanted to take a different path, how did that become a wrong path? Is the path to Mount Ling the only right path?!"

The young prince, dressed as Manjushri Bodhisattva, said calmly, "To be able to say such things, Pigsy, you still haven't mastered the Dharma. All those years of teachings from Jin Chanzi couldn't clear your mind."

Pigsy picked up his nine-toothed rake, spat on the ground, and said disdainfully, "My master is not like you, who would force a cow to drink water, regardless of what it really thinks."

"You've taken a fancy to my nephew and want to forcibly take him to Mount Ling. He's far from my master's level."

Manjushri Bodhisattva shook his head: "Stupid and dull! Samantabhadra, why don't you quickly subdue them!"

'Puxian' snorted coldly and activated the sword formation again.

Seeing the crimson sword formation rotate again, the Chosen One spoke up, unusually: "Is there not a single flaw in this sword formation?"

The chosen one fell into the sword formation again, feeling disappointed but not discouraged.

As long as he can still hold the stick in his hand, as long as he has a shred of consciousness left, he will never give up the fight!
The question of the chosen one put Pigsy in a bit of a dilemma:

"I only saw the surface. This guy is using the Zhou Tian Star Array diagram, but I've never heard of Puxian having such swordsmanship and military strategy skills."

"I really don't know the weakness of his sword formation."

Pigsy could only convey all his knowledge of the Zhou Tian Star Array to the chosen one through telepathy.

He didn't know how to break the sword formation in front of him; it was up to fate whether the chosen one could forge a path out of nothing.

After transmitting the information to the spirit of the chosen one, Pigsy hesitated for a moment and said to the chosen one, "Nephew, if it really doesn't work, just agree to their terms. As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback."

"Going to Lingshan doesn't necessarily mean certain death."

The Chosen One is the key to Sun Wukong's resurrection, but Zhu Bajie also has a deep bond with the Chosen One. If the situation becomes unfavorable, he still hopes that the Chosen One can survive.

The man of destiny replied, "It's a dead end!"

Rather than be bound by the golden headband on Mount Ling, the chosen one would rather fight to the death here.

'Stars...'

The chosen one silently recited the names of the stars, and golden light gradually ignited in his eyes, shining with divine brilliance.

He has already obtained the "Seeing Joy" ability, which gives him a pair of spiritual eyes. However, they are not as strong as when Sun Wukong was first born. Sun Wukong's "Golden Eyes" could see through the Heavenly Court and peer into the Underworld. He could even see the Lingxiao Palace without any obstruction, which alarmed the Jade Emperor.

Even Sun Wukong's "Fiery Eyes" deteriorated after his eyes were damaged by the Six Ding Divine Fire in the Purple Gold Alchemy Furnace, making it inferior to this.

If one possessed the ability of "fiery eyes," the chosen one would not have been deceived by Pingping, who was actually Red Boy in disguise.

However, after taking the [Body Worry], the rest of the root organs were strengthened.

In order to discover the weaknesses of the sword formation, the Chosen One's [Fiery Eyes] were stimulated and activated.

His eyes suddenly became able to see through the loopholes in the formation and the hidden patterns, and even see through the disguise of the demon.

Nezha's Zhou Tian Xing Chen Formation can only borrow the power of Mars, not the light of the stars to lock him in place.

'As long as you dodge quickly enough, there's still a chance to escape the sword formation.'

For a short period of time, before the Yin and Yang energies are calmed down, it will be difficult for the chosen one to transform into the Yin-Yang fish. However, under high pressure, the chosen one begins to dig out more of the power of the six senses.

As the [Body-Bound Worry] was digested, the supernatural power [Copper Head and Iron Arm] that Lingji Bodhisattva had imparted to the chosen one began to melt into the chosen one's body, becoming the chosen one's physical innate talent, no longer requiring him to actively activate the supernatural power.

His physical body had become as hard as bronze and iron, just like Sun Wukong, who could not be killed by lightning or burned by fire on the Execution Platform.

It cannot be said that the Chosen One is completely immune to the injuries inflicted by the Killing God Little Sword, but at least he will not be completely powerless to resist as he was before.

'We still need to break this sword formation first; I don't believe it's completely flawless.'

A man who doesn't believe in fate, feeling the surge of power within his body, decides to try again.

Plucking out a hair, countless monkey heads appeared, occupying a corner of the sword formation. The chosen one began to test the limits of the Divine Turtle Seven Killing Order - God-Slaying Order.

The only spectator, Hu Xiuwu, was very satisfied with the performance of the chosen one, nodding repeatedly: "Not bad. Even my God of Slaughter Order has flaws, let alone Nezha's. Perseverance and never giving up, truly impressive." The chosen one had a good mindset, but his actions did not go smoothly.

One by one, the clones were broken, and as the number of clones decreased, the monkeys occupied less and less space.

But the chosen one still saw a glimmer of hope.

Under the selfless attack of several clones, a few Samadhi True Fire God-Slaying Small Swords emitted dazzling light, then scattered into flames and sparks, disappearing into the air.

This greatly boosted the confidence of the chosen ones.

These crimson swords are not indestructible or indestructible; they can also be destroyed by external forces.

Even if Nezha used the Samadhi True Fire - God-Slaying Small Sword to set up the Zhou Tian Star Array, which could gather the power of ten thousand swords into one sword.

However, the hardness of those sword arrows cannot be changed. After enduring a large number of impacts, the internal runes will also be damaged, and eventually even the shape will be unable to be maintained.

The tiger's body trembled, and tens of thousands of hairs fell off, instantly multiplying into hundreds of thousands of clones upon landing.

He wanted to have a good fight with Samantabhadra Bodhisattva.

The chosen one doesn't understand formations, and his clones naturally don't know how to coordinate, but his clones can launch a self-sacrificing attack.

Even if a dozen or twenty clones perish together with a Samadhi True Fire - God-Slaying Small Sword, it's still a gain.

The Chosen One had just had a hard time dodging the attacks of seven or eight small, deadly swords.

But suddenly he felt like a finless porpoise in a great river, or a petrel in a storm.

No matter how swift the water and sand, or how strong the storm, he handled it with ease and composure.

Given enough time, he can unleash the [Glassy Trap] and use dimensional fragments to shatter the Samadhi True Fire - God-Slaying Small Sword.

'Samantabhadra' sat atop the six-tusked white elephant, watching the scene unfold within the sword formation, and raised an eyebrow:

"The Chosen One's cultivation has improved."

Although Nezha had not learned the [Tongtianlu] or [Shenji Bailian], he was familiar with magical artifacts, and the strength of the Killing God Sword was comparable to that of ordinary magical artifacts.

If it were just now, the Chosen One's clone wouldn't have been able to break his God-Slaying Sword.

The power of a clone originates from the original body; the power of a clone can never exceed that of the original body, just as the water level in a spring can never exceed the level of the spring itself.

The increased strength of the clones can only mean that the chosen one's strength has improved.

The actor playing Manjushri, Xiao Zhang, nodded: "He is digesting Sun Wukong's inherent abilities, rather than simply utilizing them."

"You are about to face the real Sun Wukong."

'Samantabhadra' was eager to try: "That's more interesting!"

Prince Zhang said, "Our goal is not only to bring out his potential, but also to test his character."

"Since your [Death God Order] is no longer able to put too much pressure on him."

"Then I'm going on stage too!"

The young prince, dressed as Manjushri Bodhisattva, wields the Vajra Sword and leaps down, accurately locating the true form of the chosen one.

The sword, like the sharp horn of a golden dragon, smashed fiercely into the ground, shattering the bronze head and iron arms, and destroying thousands of clones.

The chosen one was thrown dozens of feet by the force of the energy before he regained his footing.

The slender, white-cheeked 'Manjushri Bodhisattva' addressed the chosen one:

"Chosen One, let me show you the profoundness of Buddhism!"