Journey to the West: Black Six Ears

"What an overbearing Six Ding Divine Fire!"

The golden-winged roc laughed heartily.

No wonder the flames could create a fiery mountain.

The fact that the Supreme Dao Ancestor could refine pills with such flames was nothing short of a miracle in the eyes of the Golden-Winged Roc.

"I thought you were going to be burned to death, but it seems I was overthinking it."

The golden-winged roc stared at Sun Qiong.

The stone monkey's body was indeed powerful; even the Six Ding Divine Fire could not refine him in a short time.

No wonder Laozi talked for forty-nine days when he wanted to refine Sun Wukong back into an elixir.

This is still forty-nine days in the sky.

However, when it comes to domineering power, nothing beats the Purple Gold Red Gourd and the Jade Bottle; these things can turn a monkey into a monster in no time.

"The Six Ding Divine Fire is ultimately a gentle fire."

Sun Qiong shrugged and swung his iron rod at the Golden-Winged Roc.

The Golden-Winged Roc no longer possesses its halberd, so it doesn't seem to intend to engage Sun Qiong in a direct confrontation.

He dodged left and right, avoiding contact with the iron bar in Sun Qiong's hand.

Knowing the power of Sun Qiong's Willful Iron Pole Soldier, the Golden-Winged Roc avoided a direct confrontation with him.

The golden-winged roc held a banana leaf fan in its hand and fanned it towards Sun Qiong.

Knowing how powerful this thing was, Sun Qiong didn't hesitate to retract the iron rod and jump back to avoid the flames.

"Once the secret of a magical artifact is known, it loses its deterrent power."

The Golden-Winged Roc sighed as it watched Sun Qiong nimbly maneuvering.

Magical weapons should be mysterious, meant to kill the user with a single strike.

However, Sun Qiong seemed to understand the function of all the magical weapons he had, and none of them could achieve an instant kill.

However, even with Sun Qiong unleashing the Six Ding Divine Fire, he still couldn't kill the Golden-Winged Roc.

This battle seems to have come to an end.

"It seems you can't kill me, and I can't catch you either."

The golden-winged roc shook its head.

Sun Qiong looked at the golden-winged roc and said, word by word:

"How could the Western Paradise not know that you are still alive? If I can't kill you today, Nezha will come tomorrow."

There is absolutely no problem with this statement.

Just as Sun Qiong said, the news that he was not dead would definitely be discovered by the Western Paradise Spirit Mountain, either today or tomorrow.

The next one to come here might not be Nezha, but Buddha.

"Therefore, I must have your body."

The smile on the Golden-Winged Roc's face vanished.

All that remains is grotesque ferocity.

Sun Qiong also took a deep breath:

"In that case, let's begin the second round."

The Golden-Winged Roc abandoned the idea of ​​escaping; he had made up his mind to replace Sun Qiong.

However, Sun Qiong simply shook her head at the suggestion of the Golden-Winged Roc.

"it's all over."

"What?"

The Golden-Winged Roc stood there, not quite understanding what Sun Qiong was talking about.

The fighting between the two sides was far from over.

Sun Qiong had no way to kill the Golden-Winged Roc. Even with his trump card, the Six Ding Divine Fire, he still couldn't get the result he wanted.

"Why do you think I've been keeping you hanging on here?"

Sun Qiong looked at the golden-winged roc and pointed to the sky.

At this moment, lightning flashed beneath the dark clouds.

Storm is coming.

The weather changed very quickly, and a gloomy atmosphere lingered around us.

On the shattered, flat-topped mountain, birds have vanished and human presence is rare.

The moment the golden-winged roc raised its head, lightning, like a dragon, danced wildly in the clouds, tearing through the sea of ​​clouds and illuminating the earth in a ghastly white light.

A few raindrops hit the stone, making a pitter-patter sound.

"What are you trying to say?"

The Golden-Winged Roc still didn't understand what Sun Qiong meant.

What's wrong with the sky?

It's raining.

Sun Qiong reached out and caught a drop of rain.

Boom—

Cold rain pelted down, and beneath the lightning bolts stood two figures facing off.

The moment the water splashed between the two, the voice of the Golden-Winged Roc suddenly disappeared from sight.

The Golden-Winged Roc, which had never engaged in close combat before, chose to fight at this moment.

"This is not a good choice."

Sun Qiong grabbed an iron rod and swung it at the Golden-Winged Roc.

The roc flapped its wings, and its feathers flew like darts, meeting the iron rod.

Dangdang Dangdang!

The golden-winged roc waved its arms expressionlessly, and flames from its banana leaf fan rushed towards them.

Sun Qiong swayed her body to avoid the flames.

The golden-winged roc persisted, continuing its pursuit.

Although the halberd was gone, the roc still had a treasured sword in its hand.

But even if this thing were to strike Sun Qiong, it wouldn't have the slightest effect on him.

Faced with such a feat, Sun Qiong didn't even think of dodging; he directly struck the Golden-Winged Roc on the head with his staff.

However, this blow was not a simple slam.

This staff is wrapped with a circle of palm lightning; when dealing with the soul, palm lightning is the best weapon.

"You know this trick too?"

The Golden-Winged Roc quickly folded its wings and took several steps back before shaking off the lightning crackling around the blade.

The palm lightning could indeed cause some damage to the soul; the Golden-Winged Roc's palm was still smoking at this moment.

"Inner demon, what good will killing me do? You still can't escape the fate of being schemed against by Buddha."

The golden-winged roc pointed at Sun Qiong and said with a sneer.

Sun Qiong didn't answer, but just rushed forward with the iron bar in hand.

Seeing that he remained unmoved, the Golden-Winged Roc became even more energized:

"I am Buddha's maternal uncle. Guess how many people I've seen manipulated like puppets? You are, Sun Wukong is, Jin Chanzi is, and there will be many more in the future."

"the same as you."

Sun Qiong glanced at him and responded.

The golden-winged roc shrugged.

He was no different from them; they were all toys in the palm of Buddha's hand.

But there is one difference.

"I resisted! I was so close to succeeding!"

The golden-winged roc glared angrily at Sun Qiong.

If it weren't for him, the pilgrims would have been captured long ago, and all the gods and Buddhas in the heavens would have seen just how powerful he was.

The conditions for exchanging with Buddha can also be directly met.

However, all of this was ruined by the guy in front of me.

"You think you can defend against the jade bottle once, but can you defend against it twice?"

Thinking this, the Golden-Winged Roc kicked the iron bar, and opened a hole in the jade bottle in its hand, pointing it towards Sun Qiong.

Sun Qiong remained silent; as long as she didn't reply, the jade bottle would be completely useless.

Although the magic weapon is very powerful, now that we know the weakness, everything will be much easier.

Just as Sun Qiong was about to go around the bottle opening, she suddenly tripped and looked down to find that it was the Golden Rope.

"We've been tricked!"

The Golden-Winged Roc has been waiting for this moment.

In the midst of a chaotic battle involving various magical artifacts, the Golden Rope, which both sides could control, became a blind spot.

The Golden-Winged Roc seized the opportunity and grabbed its fan, ready to swat at Sun Qiong.

Sun Qiong, who was falling at this moment, was almost facing the fan.

If you were hit head-on by this, you would most likely be engulfed in flames.

The stone monkey's physique was indeed very strong, but the Six Ding Divine Fire was ultimately able to refine it.

At this point, if there was no other way, Sun Qiong's death was almost certain!

Even the Golden-Winged Roc had a victor's smile on its face.

However, at this very moment...

call out--

Something came hurtling in from behind, making a sharp sound.

At that moment, the Heart-Piercing Nail pierced through the back of the Golden-Winged Roc's heart, striking his very soul.

The nail that struck him continued its momentum, carrying the spirit of the Golden-Winged Roc, and slammed firmly into the stone wall.

"What is this?"

The Golden-Winged Roc stared in astonishment at the object in its chest, its face filled with incomprehension.

When did Sun Qiong use this thing? Why didn't we see him take it out?

"This thing is a Heart-Piercing Nail."

Sun Qiong steadied herself and revealed a cold smile.

Heart-piercing nail?

Upon hearing this name, the Golden-Winged Roc felt a chill run down its spine.

This thing seems to be a deadly move, a very dangerous weapon.

But for the Golden-Winged Roc, it's still a bit lacking.

"No, this thing can't kill me!"

The Golden-Winged Roc let out an angry roar, gripping the Heart-Piercing Nail with both hands, ready to pull it out.

However, Sun Qiong, who already knew this, did not panic.

He simply pointed one finger to the sky, his tone solemn:

"Then, what if we add this one?"