Chapter 729 Sun Dasheng Vs. Dharma Realm

At this moment, the phantom transformed by Ci Song wore a dazzling purple-gold crown with wind wings, which seemed to have the sound of wind and thunder echoing faintly. He wore a chainmail golden armor and lotus silk cloud shoes. Each piece of armor flashed a cold and dazzling light. He was upright and exuded a monstrous fighting spirit and domineering.

The glazed cloud-patterned golden pole stick in his hand was also covered by the vision of poetry and turned into another look. It was seen that the stars were darkly laid out in the middle and the two ends were wrapped with gold pieces. The patterns were densely covered with ghosts and gods, and there were dragon patterns and phoenix seals on it. It was the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick.

Facing the dazzling sword light in the sky, Ci Song threw the Ruyi Golden Hoop Stick in his hand into the sky. The golden hoop stick turned into a golden light and smashed towards the dazzling sword light.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, it was as if the world was collapsing. The dazzling sword light and the golden hoop stick intertwined in the void, blooming a brilliance brighter than the stars. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be stained by the boundless gold and shone brightly.

In this confrontation, the demeanor of the spirit shadow showed an unconcealable solemnity for the first time. On his face, an unprecedented sternness quietly emerged.

Ci Song's figure seemed like a stream of light, turning into a golden light that cut through the sky, pointing directly at the spirit shadow. When he got close, he clenched the golden hoop stick tightly, like the reincarnation of the Monkey King, and swung it out, pointing directly at the top of the spirit shadow. It was magnificent and should not be underestimated.

The spirit shadow did not dare to be careless, and quickly waved his sword to resist. The sword light was sharp, and he quickly fought. One monkey and one god, every collision between the sword and the stick was accompanied by a deafening metal roar, resounding through the sky and shocking people.

"It's just a false god. Today, I will let you see what a true god is!"

The golden light around the phantom of the god transformed by Xuanmiao became stronger, and his aura was as majestic as the ocean. He quickly formed a seal with his left hand. In an instant, the long sword in his right hand seemed to be given life, turning into thousands of golden sword beams, pouring down on Ci Song like a downpour. This sword rain was dense and sharp, and each sword beam contained a terrifying power that was enough to tear apart space.

Facing this dense and sharp sword rain, Ci Song was not in a hurry. His figure shuttled through it like a ghost. The golden hoop in his hand turned into a golden storm. Every strike was accurate and powerful, defeating those sword beams one by one, just like the return of the Great Sage, with exquisite stick skills and omnipotent.

As the confrontation between the two became more and more intense, the world was being torn apart by the aftermath of the battle between the two, and every inch of space was trembling in response to the earth-shaking collision. The sword light poured down like the Milky Way, dazzling and dazzling, and the golden hoop turned into a golden angry dragon. Every swing not only shook the void, but also accompanied by thunderous roars.

All around, the clouds and mist were stirred by this force and surged endlessly, surging like a tsunami, colorful but chaotic, sometimes deep blue like the night sky, sometimes fiery red like lava, reflecting the supreme majesty of this battle. The wind lost its direction here and could only shuttle frantically, with a sharp whistle, which was particularly harsh.

The phantom of the god transformed by Xuanmiao was even more majestic against this grand background. His figure was as majestic as a mountain, and the body was surrounded by brilliant divine light. However, even such a powerful existence, facing the monkey that was only the size of a knuckle, could not help but have unprecedented palpitations.

The eyes of Sun Wukong transformed by Ci Song flashed with indomitable and crazy. Every time he jumped up and swung his stick, it seemed as if he was challenging the limits of heaven and earth. The breath emanating from his body was as hot as the scorching sun, rising continuously until it broke through the scope visible to the naked eye, turning into circles of invisible ripples, spreading to the surroundings, bathing the entire sky in an indescribable pressure.

"How is this possible?!"

Xuanmiao's heart was in turmoil. The Dharma Realm was an immortal art that could summon true gods and transcend the mortal world. Even if it came at this moment with only a touch of illusion, its power was beyond the reach of ordinary people, let alone competing with it.

But things are impermanent, and the scene in front of him was like a sharp blade, splitting Xuanmiao's cognition. He couldn't understand that a creature from the lower world could force Him into a desperate situation. This was undoubtedly a great insult to the dignity of the Dharma Realm.

"Buzz."

The void trembled, and an indescribable wave dissipated from the inside of the spirit shadow. Ci Song naturally did not miss this opportunity. He moved and turned into a golden light. His body shook, like a golden stream of light cutting through the sky. He instantly approached the spirit shadow, and the Ruyi Golden Cudgel in his hand smashed down with a force of ten thousand kilograms.

The spirit shadow saw this and hurriedly placed the golden sword in his hand across his head, trying to use the barrier forged by divine power to resist this blow that could shake the world. However, all efforts seemed so pale and powerless.

The golden cudgel fell ruthlessly, and the moment it came into contact with it, the golden sword seemed to encounter an irresistible force, and instantly collapsed and disintegrated, turning into a sky-high golden light and dissipating in the void.

"Boom!"

The spirit shadow was completely blown away. There was a deep dent on his chest, and through the dent, the dim divine light inside could be faintly seen.

Ci Song took advantage of the situation and rushed towards the phantom of the spirit again. The phantom of the spirit that was smashed away suddenly burst into dazzling golden light, and a more terrifying aura rose from its body, repelling Ci Song.

"What's wrong with you three?"

In the phantom of the spirit, Xuan Miao turned his head and looked at Xuan Wei and the other two. He obviously realized that it was because of the three of them that Ci Song caught the flaw of the phantom of the spirit.

At this moment, Xuan Wei and the other two were weak and pale, obviously they were seriously injured.

"We, the three of us have almost exhausted our immortal energy and can no longer maintain the Dharma world."

Xuan Wei covered his chest and panted. As he spoke, the phantom of the spirit began to flicker.

"You are really useless. I told you to practice harder on weekdays, but you just didn't listen. It's useless at this critical moment!"

Xuan Miao's face was terribly gloomy. He looked at Ci Song who rushed over again, controlled the phantom of the spirit, and dodged Ci Song's attack again.

"Use the last immortal energy to detonate the Dharma Realm and kill that kid for me!"

Xuan Wei and the other two were hesitant when they heard this, but after seeing Xuan Miao's murderous gaze, the three of them were shocked and dared not hesitate any more.

The three of them crushed the seal at the same time, and the last immortal energy on their bodies surged into the phantom of the spirit. After doing this, the figures of the three people directly broke away from the phantom of the spirit and fell from mid-air. If it weren't for the third madman, the three of them would have been smashed into meat paste.

"Boom!"

After absorbing the last of the three people's immortal energy, the aura of the spirit's phantom surged again, and his figure became more solid, as if a real spirit had descended.

"Ant, you forced me to do this!"

Inside the spirit's phantom, Xuanmiao's eyes were full of murderous intent. He stretched out his right hand and shook it at Ci Song who was rushing towards him.

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