3938: C3938 One Word Was like Ten Thousand Thunders and the Other Was like the Collapse of the Sky

C3938 One Word Was like Ten Thousand Thunders and the Other Was like the Collapse of the Sky

"Boom!"

The Magnetite Divine River rolled down, heading straight for where the cicada was.

The killing intent was chaotic, even colder than the cold wind in Nine Abyss.

The cicada's expression was calm, and there was no emotion in her eyes. There was even a hint of mockery in the depths of her eyes.

He was mocking Dao Monarch Yuan Ma.

As a disciple of Tathagata and the successor of the Buddhist Sect of the West Journey, the Golden Cicada of the Bodhi Tree had attained the Dao. He was as tall as a foot, and his talent was very high. He was ranked among the top in the The Mythical World of The Western Travels.

In terms of talent in the Buddhist Sect, there were very few people who could compare to him.

Although it was not a famous saying, the golden cicada also had pride in its heart. Very few people could catch its eyes.

Ever since he came to the All Heavens and Realms, the Golden Cicada had traveled in the Eastern Border Realm and had seen hundreds of millions of creatures. There were only a few who could catch his eyes.

It was the same for the Magnet Daoist.

One. It was just a dried up corpse of a Named Descendant who had exhausted all of his potential, not worth mentioning.

Even though he had yet to recover his cultivation at the quasi-Heavenly Venerate, he was still stuck at the ninth realm. He was still not afraid of the Magnetic Lord, let alone now.

Although it had only been a hundred years since the cicada restored its Buddha fruit position, the changes in its cultivation base far exceeded the imagination of others.

A hundred years was not worth mentioning to many quasi-Heavenly Venerate powerhouses. They had spent more than that time comprehending the Great Dao once.

For an ordinary ninth realm Emperor to break through to the quasi-Heavenly Venerate realm, he would need to spend at least ten thousand years, or even several hundred thousand years, in order to stabilize his own realm.

In a hundred years, he could not even stabilize his boundary. However, it was enough to allow the cicada to take a large step forward in the quasi-Heavenly Venerate realm.

After all, the Golden Cicada did not cultivate from nothing, but instead re-stepped into the Quasi-Heavenly Venerate realm.

When the Golden Cicada had fallen into a deep slumber, he had used his good intentions to clone himself as Tang Seng and set foot on the road to the west. In the end, his merit had been completed, and he had obtained the recognition of the Sandalwood Karma Buddha.

Although the Buddha's position had been occupied by Monk Tang in the end, and even his own body had almost been refined into the good will clone, he still had the experience of breaking through to the Prospective Heavenly Venerate, or even the peak of the Prospective Heavenly Venerate, and was not at the Golden Immortal Realm's great circle of experience.

If it were not for Tang Seng's good will clone of the Golden Cicada, he would not have been as good as the Golden Cicada itself. Before receiving merit, he would have been just a mortal.

Under such circumstances, Tang Seng, who had received Merit, had already stepped into the Golden Immortal Realm's great circle of perfection. If it was Golden Cicada, he would probably have broken through to the Golden Immortal Realm a long time ago.

He would be able to prove that he was eternal!

It was even to the extent that he'd relied on the assistance of good will to walk the path to the west, cut out a good corpse, and take a firm step into the Golden Immortal Realm.

Unfortunately, the Golden Cicada underestimated Tang Seng, almost being refined by Tang Seng.

Regardless, the Golden Cicada had previously cultivated to the peak of the quasi-celestial realm, cultivation speed in the quasi-celestial realm far from ordinary people.

In just a short period of a hundred years, the cicada had already stabilized the quasi-celestial cultivation base, and had even taken a huge step forward in the quasi-celestial realm.

Facing the ninth realm's Dao Lord Origin Magnetism, he was already completely unmoved.

"Roar!"

Only when the Magnetite Divine Light fell in front of him did the cicada slowly open its mouth and spit out a syllable.

When it spat out this syllable, it was as if billions of thunderbolts had been compressed to the extreme and were spat out by it.

A single word was like ten thousand thunderbolts, and a single sound was like the collapse of the heavens!1

In the next moment, the chaos was upside-down.

"Boom!"

The void trembled like paper. Chaotic air currents boiled and exploded. Visible ripples swept out in all directions.

The Magnetite Divine River that crossed over instantly collapsed.

In a split second, the chaos within a radius of a billion miles seemed to have boiled. Surging sound waves spread out, piercing through layer after layer of space.

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