Looking at the sinking island, Hou Wenjie sighed and said, "You killed a nation's people, and they were still your compatriots."
Kukai said, "These were necessary sacrifices, and they have already achieved immortality in my heart."
Hou Wenjie could only express his deepest condolences and wish that there were no giants of light in heaven.
Kukai said, "How long are you planning to hide?"
Hou Wenjie laughed and said, "This is a necessary tactic. You are already dead in my heart."
Kukai scoffed, "Arguing is pointless. Let's have the final battle!"
As he spoke, Kukai's nine-ringed staff came crashing down once more.
Hou Wenjie once again used the Shrinking Earth Technique to nimbly dodge the attack. Not only that, the black python also bit the Nine-Ringed Tin Staff, but unfortunately it almost broke its teeth.
This snake is becoming increasingly useless.
Hou Wenjie could only rely on Yuan Caiwei and Cao Tianbao, who hadn't been used for a long time, to fight alongside him.
A former underworld soldier and a former river god, now nourished by his sea of consciousness, are fully charged and have reached the ceiling of their personal combat power.
Yuan Caiwei walked on the waves, forming hand seals. In an instant, a phantom image of the Mountain and River Seal appeared in the void in front of her!
The illusory image of the mountains and rivers is not square, but rather resembles a rooster with two legs.
It shows the direction and elevation of mountains and rivers.
Upon seeing this illusory image of mountains and rivers, Hou Wenjie almost thought he was seeing a satellite map.
At this moment, the illusory image of the Mountain and River Seal was truly too ethereal.
Hou Wenjie thought for a moment, then channeled a ray of sexual light into the illusory image of the Mountain and River Seal.
The spiritual light and the energy of the dragon vein are originally from the same source, making them a perfect match for the illusory image of the mountain and river seal.
The rooster's figure suddenly became much more solid, and then it crowed!
"Giggle giggle...giggle giggle!"
The rooster's crow echoes throughout the west! As the saying goes, when the rooster crows, the world turns white!
This cry directly affected the person's primordial spirit, causing the monk Kukai to feel dizzy and unable to control himself.
After the rooster crowed, it strutted up with even greater pride and swagger, flapping its wings and flying up to peck at the bald head of the monk Kukai. In no time, the monk Kukai, who was originally a giant of light, had been pecked until his head was covered in bumps and bleeding profusely.
At this moment, the monk Kukai was no longer the arrogant figure he had when he first manifested the form of Maitreya. Instead, he looked exactly like a bald-headed Qiang with a head full of bumps.
So handsome, he's absolutely gorgeous!
Hou Wenjie mentally gave the illusory image of the Mountain and River Seal a thumbs up.
Unfortunately, Yuan Caiwei had already fallen from her divine position, otherwise the illusory image of the Mountain and River Seal could have been used for a while longer!
Hou Wenjie looked at the gradually fading and dissipating phantom of the Mountain and River Seal with some regret.
The monk Kukai was clearly badly injured by these blows, his breath became weak, and his Dharma Body could no longer be sustained, reverting to its original form.
Hou Wenjie looked closely and, sure enough, the monk Kukai had blood bumps all over his head and his white robes were stained with blood. He looked quite disheveled!
The monk Kukai's face was contorted with rage, devoid of any semblance of Buddhist decorum. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Young man, you have no sportsmanship!"
"Pfft!" Upon hearing this, Hou Wenjie almost choked on his breath. He laughed and said, "What, is the master preparing to unleash the Lightning Five-Strike Whip on me? Come on!"
Enraged, Kukai grabbed his nine-ringed staff and prepared to chase after Hou Wenjie.
But would Hou Wenjie still be afraid of him at this point?
Hou Wenjie chanted, "The Yellow Springs descend upon the world!"
In an instant, turbid waves surged, a chilling wind howled, and clouds billowed.
Kukai was unable to dodge in time and fell into this Netherworld.
At that moment, he looked exactly like a lonely old man leaning on a cane and soaked to the bone.
But Hou Wenjie wouldn't pity him.
A life for a life, a debt for a debt—this is a matter of course.
Kukai must die.
It's time to put an end to this.
Cao Tianbao rode the waves, wielding the moon wheel, and slashed straight at Kong Hai.
Surrounded by waves, Yuan Caiwei transformed into a water dragon and charged towards Kong Hai.
The Kun transformed into a bird, spread its wings and took flight, its five-colored tentacles sweeping across the sky and sea.
The Avici Hell-Suppressing Divine Stele also flew out from Hou Wenjie's sea of consciousness and headed towards Kong Hai to suppress him.
The giant snake was also sneaky, its head lurking nearby, waiting for an opportunity to strike.
When the monk Kukai found himself falling into the underworld, he was not flustered. Throughout the day, the two had already fought countless times and had witnessed Hou Wenjie's strengths and weaknesses.
He possesses a nine-ringed staff, making him virtually invincible; who in the world could kill him!
But before he could even feel smug, he was hit on the forehead with a brick!
Oh no! Blood was gushing from Kukai's once full forehead! Moreover, because there are so many blood vessels in the human head, the impact of that brick even created a fountain-like effect.
Kukai wanted to see what had hurt him, but before he could get a good look, another brick struck him in the face, sending him flying.
Kukai felt half of his face was numb, and he had lost several teeth.
His eyes were completely bloodshot, his face was extremely gloomy, and he even started speaking in Japanese:
"Haga, Hakka, it's like Sai Naichi, it's like Sai Naichi, it's the place of death!"
Hou Wenjie didn't tolerate him and urged the Abyss Town Prison God Stele to slap him on the other side of his face.
Completely enraged, Kukai lost his ability to analyze and was once again drawn by the Divine Stele.
This time, he lost the other half of his tooth, and he could no longer speak the island language clearly.
Hou Wenjie stopped playing, and everyone joined in, creating a spectacular scene.
The monk Kukai did indeed die in the end.
His death was worthwhile; it represented justice and fairness.
May the people of the island forgive him in heaven.
He Island has completely sunk, leaving not an inch of land. Perhaps it will become a paradise for salvage companies in the future. Its disappearance may become a mystery for a century, a topic of endless discussion.
At this moment, the waves of the sea are rolling, and the loneliness is as strong as wine, making one feel slightly tipsy.
Hou Wenjie looked up and saw what a beautiful moon it was.
Hou Wenjie sat in the convertible that the Ruyi Qiankun Bag had transformed into, and the sea breeze, carrying a salty scent, made him feel very comfortable.
At this moment, he was multitasking, using his Shrinking Earth technique to make the sports car speed across the sea while simultaneously making a phone call to Zhou Qingshan, the deputy director of the Chuzhou Bureau of Strange Tales.
"Director Zhou, the matter is settled. Two of the 'sealing ghosts' and three crew members are dead. I've brought the rest of the crew back."
Director Zhou on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"This is a very good result. I will immediately notify the Hangzhou Bureau of Strange Affairs, and you can hand the person over to them."
"good!"
…
Not long after ending his call with Zhou Qingshan, Hou Wenjie received a call from Yu Hangzhou Ghost Stories Bureau.
A deep voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Hello, are you Hou Wenjie?"
"right!"
"Yes! I am Li Xuewen, the deputy director of the Yu Hangzhou Ghost Affairs Bureau. I am very grateful for your help. Let's make this quick and meet at our Yu Hangzhou Ghost Affairs Bureau for the handover."
“No problem,” Hou Wenjie replied.
"Okay, the address of our Bureau of Ghostly Affairs is No. 149 Zhuque Street, Lin'an City. I'll wait for you at the door."
"Okay, sure."
…
After ending the call, Hou Wenjie sped up his sports car.
Under the moonlight, the red sports car cut through the waves on the sea, speeding along at breakneck speed!
On a yacht not far away, a rich second-generation with dark circles under his eyes and a pale face ignored the several young models around him who kept rubbing against him, and pretended to be looking at the moon and the sea view with binoculars.
Then, he saw a red sports car speeding across the sea.
With a whoosh, the sports car disappeared from his binoculars.
*Slap! Slap! Slap!* The rich second-generation slapped himself three times, feeling much more sober. He muttered to himself, "Zhou Tao, you've been ruined by alcohol and women lately, and you're even hallucinating. From tonight onwards, you must quit drinking!"
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