In the Nine Nether Hell, which has been deserted all year round, a live monkey unexpectedly appeared.
Moreover, this monkey actually knew the name of his ancestor Wutian.
Rare, really rare!
"Crash!"
The noise caused by the swing of the iron chain made the silent Nine Nether Hell a little more lively.
Wutian slowly raised his head.
A pale face with disheveled black hair, he opened his cloudy eyes and began to look at Sun Sheng.
"Who are you?!"
Wu Tian did not know Sun Sheng’s identity.
Imprisoned in this dark nine hell, he has long been isolated from the world.
Moreover, the surrounding confusion also blocked his six senses.
Ling Wutian became a living dead in this hell.
Despite this, Wutian's cultivation remained as before.
After a little awareness, he knew that the monkey in front of him was actually Daluo Jinxian.
With only five hundred years of cultivation, he actually has the cultivation level of Daluo Jinxian.
This monkey's talent is rare in the world!
It's a pity that after entering the Nine Nether Hells, like him, he will never be reincarnated.
What a pity for such an excellent talent!
"Senior, I am the Monkey King."
"He is a disciple of Buddhism!"
Sun Sheng cupped his hands and said calmly.
However, his bowing posture was completely different from that of a Buddhist disciple.
Otherwise, he should have folded his hands.
It is best to bring a mantra that a Buddhist bald ass should have.
This subtle difference was deliberately made for Wu Tian to see.
As long as Wutian was smart, he would not take Sun Sheng's words seriously.
"hehe."
"There's not a word of truth in your mouth like a monkey."
"Since you know my name, you should also know that I and Buddhism are inseparable."
"But you claim to be a disciple of Buddhism. Do you want to be liberated as soon as possible?!"
Wutian sneered, disapproving.
But there was a bit of disappointment in his eyes.
He mistakenly thought that Sun Sheng was deliberately irritating him in order to seek death.
Therefore, I feel that Sun Sheng has no way to escape from the Nine Nether Hell.
That's why I feel disappointed.
It seems that Wutian has been imprisoned for too many years, and even his brain is not very clear.
It’s hard to imagine how such a fool ended up in Lingshan after escaping from the Nine Nether Hell.
"Why need to be freed?!"
"I, Old Sun, still think that my life is not long enough!"
"To tell you the truth, senior, although I am a disciple of Buddhism, I have long been dissatisfied with the Buddhist way of doing things."
"If given the chance, he will overturn Lingshan and destroy Buddhism."
"It's a pity that my cultivation level is still shallow."
"If capable seniors can help, this wish may come true!"
Sun Sheng said with firm eyes.
There is absolutely no truth to these words.
And it is his wish in itself.
No matter how Wutian guessed, there was no flaw in it.
But it is unrealistic for Wutian to completely believe it.
Even if Sun Sheng keeps talking, the possibility of convincing Wu Tian is almost zero.
Fortunately, Sun Sheng has a trump card in hand.
It was enough to make Wutian believe his words.
"Senior, please look!"
Sun Sheng opened his hand and held out a sword.
As soon as this sword comes out, the surrounding confusion is like seeing a ghost, and it is instantly eliminated within a hundred miles.
On the sword body, an extremely terrifying aura spread unbridled in all directions.
Whether it is Sun Sheng or Wu Tian.
In front of this sword, they are as insignificant as ants.
"The power of the saint of heaven?!"
"This is...the Qingping Sword of Master Tongtian!"
Wutian was shocked.
The Qingping Sword is the personal sword of the Tongtian Cult Leader.
Although it is only a top-quality innate spiritual treasure, it has been accompanied by the Tongtian Cult Leader all year round, and it has already been infected with the aura of a saint of heaven.
This aura is different from mana, but an invisible deterrent.
The final analysis is that saints are not on the same plane as other realms.
So even a sword is enough to cause a great psychological deterrent to others!
"He actually gave you his sword?!"
"Everyone knows that the leader of Tongtian hates Western religion the most, and since Buddhism relies on the West, it is naturally on the opposite side of Tongtian."
"You monkey head must have done something to get the approval of Saint Tongtian."
"That being said, I really shouldn't doubt you anymore!"
Wutian's expression relaxed a lot.
His trust in Sun Sheng was based on Master Tongtian.
Naturally, it goes without saying much about the abilities of the Tiandao Saints.
Since the Qingping Sword is in Sun Sheng's hands, it still demonstrates his stance.
Wutian has no need to doubt at all.
"Thank you, senior."
Sun Sheng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Wutian's reaction was just as he expected.
But it is not easy to gain Wutian's trust so smoothly.
Fortunately, Wutian's temper was not bad, at least much better than Sun Sheng had imagined.
It seems that the stereotype of demons in the world is the result of some people's ulterior motives.
In order to consolidate their position under the slogan of slaying demons.
"My grandson has another unkind request. I would like to ask my senior to escort me out of the Nine Nether Hell."
"It's not that I, the old grandson, won't save my senior."
"With Ksitigarbha guarding us, it's not easy to rescue our senior."
"But please rest assured, senior. Once we find an opportunity, I, Old Sun, will definitely save senior from the sea of suffering."
Sun Sheng hurriedly raised his hands and said.
When asking for help, of course you have to lower your attitude.
What's more, his understanding of Jiuyou Hell is far less profound than Wutian.
Since this ghostly hell can send people in, there must be an exit.
Unfortunately, Sun Sheng scanned the area several times with his eyes and could not see any sign of the exit.
I can only ask Wutian for help.
"You also know that Ksitigarbha is guarding this place."
"If you want to go out, you must get the consent of this bald donkey."
"I can call him here."
"But are you sure you can escape?!"
Wu Tian said with a decadent expression.
Ksitigarbha himself is a quasi-sage.
If Wu Tian was in his prime, he could still stop Ksitigarbha.
Unfortunately, he was sealed.
Just relying on the realm of Sun Sheng, the Great Luo Jinxian, even if you meet Ksitigarbha, it will be useless!
"My old grandson didn't say that he wanted to fight Ksitigarbha."
"Besides, things in this world can't be solved only with fists."
"Senior, just bring Ksitigarbha here and leave the rest to me, Sun."
Sun Sheng patted his chest and smiled confidently.
Although he doesn't know much about the Nine Nether Hells, he knows Ksitigarbha.
A selfish god must have flaws.
Since Sun Sheng is destined to meet Ksitigarbha.
Then he is ready to be exposed.
As for how to convince Ksitigarbha, that is his business.
No need to worry about it!
"That's fine!"
Wutian nodded, forcing himself to suppress the curiosity in his heart.
Then bursts of demonic energy were released.
For a moment, the sound of iron chains violently hitting was heard throughout the Nine Nether Hell.
In addition, Wutian's quasi-sage's divine power swept the entire space unbridled, making the Nine Nether Hell feel like an earthquake.
This is the lowest level of the eighteen levels of hell.
If something happens here, the entire eighteen levels of hell will be implicated.
I'm afraid the hell at this time is shaking because of Wutian's anger!
"well!"
"Wutian, after being imprisoned for millions of years, you still don't give up!"
"The innocent souls in this hell are almost scared to tears by you!"
