Tathagata Must Be Defeated

"Boom"

The sound of the outside world came to the ears of Sun Wukong.

"Golden hoop."

There was a flash of light in his eyes.

"Yes, keep on hitting!"

Sun Wu thought about it.

The battle between him and the Buddha is still going on. The scent has shaken the chaos of the Quartet and the space is shaking.

In the chaos, a huge palm print was found, as if it were a giant peak, covered.

"When you use a trick, everyone will be tired!"

Sun Wukong turned into a golden light and rushed up. The fist hit the palm print with the ravages, and all the spells attached to it were broken by him.

"He found weaknesses and can't use this trick anymore!"

The Buddha was really turbulent and took back his right hand.

He silently recited the spell, and the avenue was sounded. The huge lotus flower appeared in chaos, and the sky was overcast to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong sneered and did not evade. He was robbed of swords and slammed into the lotus.

The lotus was cut open by the robbery sword, and the film exploded. It burst into a horrible sound, and the world of cracks shook in the waves of heaven.

"It's tricky."

Sun Wukong thought while resisting the weather.

The outside world kept moving to his mind.

In the four major ministries, countless people have fallen into the ground with black flames.

In Yunxiao City, the monsters surrounded the sputum of the seven sputum.

"Two kings, two kings!"

They want to stop the bloodshed, but it is completely useless.

The curse of the Heavenly Curse on the deeper the cult of Heaven, the greater the damage done by Sun Wukong, and she is the equivalent of a small one, and he became the most injured person.

"You must save her."

Sun Wukong brows slightly, he has to hurry out.

But the Buddha is really difficult, and he is not allowed to approach the exit.

A strange atmosphere suddenly came.

Sun Wukong looked up.

After several days of fighting, the three worlds could no longer be supported, and a space crack appeared in the sky.

Sun Wukong saw this crack, and his eyes flashed.

"not good."

The Buddha screamed badly.

This space crack is only the size of the thumb, but the distance is very close, Sun Wukong will not miss it.

He looked at Sun Wukong.

Without any hesitation, Sun Wukong turned into a golden light and flew to the crack.

Buddha's heart jumped.

"Hugh think!"

The ray of light shot from his eyebrows, at an incredible speed, blocked in front of Sun Wukong.

That is a villain.

Sun Wukong stopped to look at it.

The villain does not have Buddha light, only a statue like jade.

"Relic."

Sun Wukong looked at it: "You can't stop me."

The endless light suddenly blooms from him, and there are hundreds of swords in the chaos. The fairy is rolling and pointing to the crack in the space.

Sun Wukong Shenwei blooms, and every sword is like a pillar of the sky, beautiful and dazzling.

"go with!"

He shouted, and the gorgeous sword rain shot straight, tearing the chaos and letting the little man fly.

The cracks in the three circles swayed violently.

Since it is impossible to go out smoothly, it is the same to break the gap!

"Sun Wukong."

The Buddha rushed from behind.

"Buddha."

Sun Wukong turned back and said: "Don't die!"

He raised his right hand and waved his hand.

The sky screamed and screamed and turned into a giant hand covering the sky.

"My spell..."

Buddha looked at this scene in a dull moment.

The magic of Buddhism, which he was able to form after a thousand years of practice, fell into the hands of Sun Wukong.

The light swallowed the Buddha in an instant.

Lingshan, everyone jumped in their hearts.

"what is that?"

They looked at the rosette and a horrible breath came from inside.

"Golden hoop."

Manjushri asked with a trace of luck: "Is this the breath?"

"No, no..."

The world replies.

The power of the gold hoop is far from the vastness of this breath.

With a bang, the rosette exploded.

This explosion, as if it was a smashing cloud, smashing the waves, the eruption of the fairy scent can not stand the fairy buddha.

Among the thick smoke, a golden figure gradually appeared.

"Go, leave here."

He bent over and put the scorpion away.

The first reaction came from the golden hoop, which made a trembling of joy, turned into a dazzling light and swooped down, floating next to the figure.

"Sun Wukong!"

The Lingshan Buddhas were frightened and pale.

"His Majesty!"

Qinghua Emperor is full of joy.

Sun Wukong raised his head and stepped forward.

He took the light of the gods, stepped on the flames, step by step toward the sea of ​​clouds, just like walking on the invisible steps, every step of the gods.

"Great Saint!"

"Great Saint!"

The immortals stood on both sides and greeted them.

Sun Wukong set foot on the sea of ​​clouds and regarded the Buddhas as nothing.

He looked to the east, surrounded by dark fog.

"That is a big problem."

Someone in his body spoke.

"The heavens are different."

Said Sun Wukong.

"What should I do?"

The voice asked.

"You can only do this."

He replied, turned and there was another light rising from the rosette.

"Buddha!"

The Buddhas gave a pleasant voice.

Sun Wukong looked at the more sacred and splendid appearance of the Buddha.

"You are not dead, and you have recovered your memory."

He said: "This is very good."

Buddha's eyes are deep.

Because the cracks in the three circles were broken, the Buddha in the small world found him.

The two Buddhas are one in one.