Journey to the West: Tang Sanzang was caught at the beginning

The smiling face Amitabha mobilized the spells of his whole body and poured them into the nine-ring tin rod continuously.

Under the blessing of surging and mighty spiritual power, the nine-ringed tin rod vibrated violently, and the smiling Amitabha held the staff high, exuding a mighty and powerful aura from all over his body.

In the quasi-sage and supreme realm, coupled with the blessing of the top-grade immortal spirit treasure, the strength of the smiling face Amitabha has grown by leaps and bounds, with rapid improvement and improvement.

The two huge frog eyes stared at Chu Ming with a stern look.

The majestic and mighty supreme power rose from all over the body, like a surging sea wave swept out in an instant, almost covering the entire Boluo cave.

Chu Ming looked at the smiling Amitabha, whose strength had soared, and the power gushing out, still had a faint smile on his face, calm, like a stone carving.

The smiling Amitabha waved the nine-ringed tin stick in his hand, and shouted sharply: "Hmph, you are unrestrained and rampant, since you have returned to Lingshan today, I will fight with you!"

"Ah!" Chu Ming sighed softly, and whispered to himself, "Another one is here to die!"

Hearing Chu Ming's words, the smiling Mituo's face suddenly became angry. This kid is really too arrogant!

People can't help but want to beat him when they see him.

The smiling Amitabha's pupils shrunk slightly, and his face was livid, very unattractive.

Chu Ming's cultivation base is extremely high, and his spells are extremely powerful. He is alone, and he knows that he is no match.

But since he couldn't escape, he could only fight desperately. No matter what, he must not lose face.

In the end, you still have to bear everything alone.

Smiling Amitabha's heart trembled, and he shouted in a deep voice, "I'll send you to die!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his nine-ringed tin rod, mobilized the powerful spells around him, and output the surging and powerful offensive instantly, and the surrounding clouds and mists were suddenly stirred like ocean waves.

Even the originally clear and clear sky became dark and dull because of this.

Only the smiling Amitabha, a huge golden figure holding a nine-ringed tin staff with golden light shining.

He yelled fiercely, and instantly slammed towards Chu Ming.

Accompanied by a loud bang of "Boom!"

The nine-ring tin rod burst out with infinite power, like a reborn beast, roaring angrily, the void where it passed was ruthlessly torn apart, and the sky and the earth were shaking violently!

Pieces of originally rich and dignified auspicious immortal energy disappeared at this time, exposing endless and huge black holes one after another.

The smiling face Amitabha knows Chu Ming's strength well, and he dare not be slack or careless in the slightest.

This move will mobilize all the power of the quasi-sage and powerhouse.

He couldn't guarantee that Chu Ming would be beaten to the ground, but such a powerful move would definitely cause him some damage.

Just hope it hits.

however.

Chu Ming was not a fool, so he couldn't just stand there begging for a beating.

The turbulent wind whizzed past mercilessly, Chu Ming stood still like a mountain, with a faint smile on his face!

He smiled loudly, facing the endless golden light, waved his hand at it very leisurely and indifferently.

"Nine-ringed tin staff is a good treasure, I've taken a fancy to it!"

Immediately his eyes lit up.

After hearing Chu Ming's words, the smiling Amitabha couldn't help but cast a cold glance, full of disdain and contempt.

However, before he could fully understand what was going on, a thick murderous aura suddenly roared in midair, and a jet-black light flashed like a sharp sword.

The ancient evil spirit that had originally been restrained and returned to silence suddenly swept up at this moment, making a mournful and mournful sound.

Like a child eager to express himself in front of his parents, bursts of ancient whistling sounds, like surging and boiling waves, continuously hit the nine-ringed tin staff.

Immediately afterwards, a shocking scene appeared.

The originally aggressive and invincible nine-ringed tin staff suddenly trembled suddenly under the blocking of Chu Ming's offensive!
It was as if the burning fire was enveloped by the surging flood, and it lost all power in an instant.

Even the originally dense and vast red-golden light quickly dissipated at this time.

The black and majestic ancient ominous aura is dense and dense, like a monster, opening its bloody mouth to devour it crazily.

After a while.

Jin Mang disappeared and turned into nothing.

The smiling Amitabha looked at the scene in front of him, and a strong sense of terror instantly enveloped him from all directions in the west.

The fierce and thick evil spirit seemed to swallow the nine-ringed tin staff completely, and he felt that the connection between his mana and the magic weapon was also cut off in an instant.

Even now it is no longer possible to arbitrarily drive the magic weapon of control.

His two pupils shrank suddenly, Chu Ming's words just now echoed in his mind, as if a violent storm had been set off.

"Oops! Once the nine-ring tin rod falls into his hands, the poor monk will be in danger! The Western religion will be in danger!"

thought here.

A surging sense of crisis instantly hit his heart and spread to his whole body. He looked at the nine-ring tin staff hanging in the air, shaking violently, full of fear and anxiety.

Even if it takes one's life, one must take back the tin staff with nine rings. This is the best innate spiritual treasure of the Western religion, and it must not fall into the hands of this thief.

He quickly mobilized and circulated the spells around his body, erupting them continuously, and the huge golden palm was shining brightly, releasing an extremely strong suction force.

The nine-ring tin rod seemed to move slightly towards him under the strong force!

The smiling Amitabha's pupils shrank suddenly, and he gritted his teeth, almost exerting all his energy.

However, the nine-ringed tin rod moved for a short while under such a powerful absorption of golden light, and then moved towards Chu Ming more quickly.

The dense metaphorical black light group is too powerful, as if a big hand is firmly grasping the nine-ringed tin rod, it is as solid as gold, without any cracks or slack.

Chu Ming laughed long and loudly: "Bring it to you!"

The voice did not fall.

Accompanied by the sound of "咻——", the nine-ringed tin rod flew towards Chu Ming's hand as if asking for credit.

Holding the nine-ringed tin stick tightly in his hand, Chu Ming felt that the pores all over his body suddenly appeared to spread.

Around the body, there is a pure and pure aura of heaven, which continuously pours into the skin and body.

Chu Ming smiled with satisfaction, feeling the warm air flowing in his body, and the spiritual roots of the meridians were smoothly opened up.

There is an indescribable sense of comfort all over the body.

He closed his eyes, and under the frightened and angry expression of the smiling Mituo, he quietly mobilized and absorbed this force!

after awhile.

Chu Ming slowly opened his eyes!

Seeing the anger and anger, Amitabha smiled and said, "Amitabha, the nine-ring tin staff is indeed an ancient magic weapon. I have heard the name for a long time. I am very happy to see you today! Thank you for giving me the treasure!" !"