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Chapter 422 Kite and Dark Dog!  The Undertaker fights with Sun Wukong

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    In the clouds, Sun Wukong danced dazzlingly with the golden hoop in his hand.

    The golden hoop weighing 13,500 kilograms stabbed the mourner's forehead, heart, neck and other vital parts without mercy, but the mourner used his war hammer to easily remove every critical blow.

    The burly and strong Undertaker in the air wielded his hammer to critically attack Sun Wukong.  As both close combat masters, Sun Wukong has the upper hand in agility, while Undertaker has an absolute advantage in strength.

    The golden hoop went straight to the head of the Undertaker. The Undertaker held down the war hammer and blocked with all his strength. Sun Wukong was as agile as a black panther, and his figure was erratic in the air like a ghost. His golden hoop was extremely sharp and the attack was like a tidal wave.

    Tang Monk looked up at the mourners fighting with Sun Wukong. He saw the storm woven by iron light, covering the entire sky, and the war hammer collided with the golden hoop, playing a pleasant metal symphony.

    Sun Wukong and the Undertaker fight in the sky filled with the beautiful Song of Steel.

    The war hammer firmly held the golden cudgel that Sun Wukong had smashed down, and the mourner's blood-red eyes showed approval.

    "As expected of Monkey King, the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, he has some abilities. It's a pity that I have the blessing of the power of the Demon Lord, and you are still no match for me."

    Sun Wukong sneered.

    "When I smash your head to pieces with my golden cudgel, you will know how powerful I am!"

    The war hammer in the mourner's hand fired a bolt of lightning. The lightning followed the golden cudgel and climbed to Sun Wukong's body. Sun Wukong instantly felt his arms numb and was forced to retreat.

    The bronze-headed and iron-brained Sun Wukong is not afraid of ordinary lightning attacks at all. However, facing the dark lightning blessed by the power of the Demon King, Sun Wukong is unbearable. His whole body is in severe pain and he almost falls to the ground. He can only stagger back.

    Sun Wukong said angrily: "Good boy, your war hammer lightning is quite sharp."

    The warhammer wrapped in lightning struck down at Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong had just tasted the power of dark lightning and did not dare to neglect it. He danced the golden cudgel with precise moves and carefully avoided every lightning attack.

    Tang Monk, who was standing on the ground, shot out two scorpion stingers and stabbed the mourner's eye socket. In the mourner's war hammer, the lotus lantern pattern shot out a burst of dark light, which directly caused the scorpion stings to turn into ashes.

    The mourner leaned over and stared at Tang Seng with cold and long eyes.

    "Tang Monk, how dare you make a sneak attack?"

    The warhammer struck out a bolt of dark lightning, which Monk Tang easily dodged. The ground suffered a critical strike and trembled. The coffins on both sides of the streets of the French capital also trembled.

    The Undertaker rushed down to hunt Tang Monk, but was intercepted by Sun Wukong in mid-air. The Undertaker had no choice but to continue to fight with Sun Wukong.

    The war hammer in the mourner's hand fired out dark lightning like a spider web, exploding in the air and tearing up the entire sky. Under the dim sky, it looked particularly strange to destroy the coffins that stretched for several kilometers in the French capital.

    With Sun Wukong on alert, even though the dark lightning occupied the entire sky, there was no way to hurt Sun Wukong in the slightest.

    Like a soft feather, Sun Wukong dodges and moves in the air, easily avoiding every critical strike of the dark lightning.

    The Undertaker was so depressed that he had no choice but to stop using Dark Lightning.  Sun Wukong's body flashed with golden light, and he appeared with three heads and six arms.

    After appearing with three heads and six arms, Sun Wukong's melee combat ability increased significantly, and he began to switch from defense to offense.

    Faced with the three-headed and six-armed Sun Wukong, the Undertaker's war hammer began to lose ground with the swift and extremely critical strikes of the three golden cudgels.

    The war hammer emitted a burst of evil light, the roaring dog pattern on the war hammer shook, and a dog flew out.

    Because the Erlang God Yang Jian and his grass-headed god, the six Meishan brothers, were all received by Tang Seng into the small universe of the Qiankun Treasure Ring, they became ring spirits. Sun Wukong and Tang Seng met the Roaring Sky Dog in the ring every day.

    Tang Seng and Sun Wukong soon discovered that the dog flying out of the war hammer in front of them was exactly the same as Erlang Shen's roaring dog.

    The only difference is that the Roaring Sky Dog's eyes are clear, and the one in front of him emits an evil blood light like rhododendron.

    The Dark Dog transformed in the air and turned into the size of a giant elephant. It showed its huge fangs and bit towards Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong picked up the golden hoop and fought back.

    The Undertaker took the opportunity to wave his war hammer and use dark lightning, and Sun Wukong turned into a white light and flashed past.

    After the dark lightning disappeared, Sun Wukong, with three heads and six arms, appeared next to the mourner.

    The Undertaker and the Dark Hound, togetherAttack Sun Wukong.

    Sun Wukong used a golden cudgel to hold the dark war hammer, another golden cudgel blocked the bloody mouth of the dark dog, and the third golden cudgel hit the head of the mourner.

    The dragon pattern in the war hammer emitted an evil purple-gold light, and a dragon flew out, blocking the golden cudgel.

    The Undertaker activated the dark spell, and the kite decoration on the war hammer began to emit a light red halo.

    A kite quietly appeared in the sky.

    Tang Seng was dumbfounded. He recognized that it looked very much like Zhu Zhiyuan's soul kite.

    When Zhu Zhiyuan sacrifices the soul kite, it can imprison the enemy's soul in the kite.

    Tang Monk was afraid that Sun Wukong would be attacked by a kite, so he stepped on a somersault cloud and flew into the air.

    "Wukong, be careful of the kite behind you!"

    Sun Wukong was busy fending off the Dark Dog, the Dragon and the war hammer in the hands of the Undertaker, so how could he care about the kite in the sky?

    A smiling skeleton portrait appeared on the kite, and a beam of blood hit Sun Wukong impartially. Sun Wukong screamed, disappeared with three heads and six arms, and turned into a little monkey. He was received into the kite.

    The skeleton of the kite in the air turned into a portrait of Sun Wukong, dripping with blood.

    Amid the wild laughter of the mourners, the dark dog in the sky, the dragon, disappeared without a trace.

    The mourner grabbed the soul kite and showed a proud smile towards Tang Monk.

    "Tang Monk, your disciple Sun Houhou is quite capable, but it's a pity that he is still imprisoned in front of my kite!"

    Tang Seng leaned forward and tried to take back the kite. The mourner swooped down with the kite that imprisoned Sun Wukong. Tang Seng followed closely behind him.

    The mourner landed next to a coffin. The lid of the coffin was opened, and a military general in green robes and white armor came out and placed Sun Wukong's kite in the coffin.

    After the coffin lid was closed, the general disappeared without a trace.

    The mourner caressed the war hammer and caressed the coffin beside him.

    "Your four disciples have been trapped in the coffin by me. Tang Seng, they will all become servants of darkness."

    Tang Monk held down the Jiuxi Zen Staff and said, "If I want to rescue my disciple, it will be easy!"

    As a ringmaster, Tang Seng has the supreme bloodline of the ring spirits. As long as he has a thought, all the ring spirits, no matter where they are in the three realms, even if they are thousands of miles away, will follow Tang Seng's instructions and return to the Qiankun Bao.  Quit the small universe.

    Tang Monk thought silently in his heart, "Summon the Ring Spirit! Let the Ring Spirit Sun Wukong, Little White Dragon, Zhu Bajie and Sha Seng return to the small universe of Qiankun Bajie Ring!"

    "Ding! The four disciples of the host are trapped in the dark coffin. The connection with the Qiankun Ring is temporarily cut off. They cannot return to the small universe. You need to break the dark coffin to rescue your disciples."

    Tang Seng was extremely depressed, "Undertaker, if you don't release my disciple, I have no choice but to bury you today!"

    The mourner showed an evil smile.

    "Don't worry, you will be reunited with your disciples in the coffin soon!"

    The mourner swung his war hammer and collided with Tang Monk's nine-xi Zen staff. For a moment, black air rushed into the sky, and the dark wind darkened the day.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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