Tathagata Must Be Defeated

Chaos, vast and boundless.

A light quickly passed through the chaos.

Sun Wukong has been flying in this vast chaos for ten days, and nothing has been seen.

"I said the younger brother."

Zhenyuan Daxian yawned: "Is there any use of your cursor? It has been flying for so long, even the birds have not seen it."

"It should be not far away."

Said Sun Wukong.

The cursor guides the direction in his hand, and the light is more and more fierce. Sun Wukong has a feeling that he is not far from the Van Gogh court.

"The chaos is too big."

Zhenyuan Daxian sighed and said: "In the future, you must walk through this chaos, you must have something to do with the foot."

He glanced at the Tengu: "This day, the dog is also placed, and you must be tired, let's let it pull us a ride?"

"It's too slow."

Sun Wukong refused.

Tengu didn’t know for a moment that he should be lost.

At this time, the female Taoist who sat on the other side of Sun Wukong suddenly spoke.

"Vatican Heaven has a golden blood horse, which can be used for millions of miles a day. The heavenly gods use it to go through chaos."

"Oh?"

When Zhenyuan Daxian heard it, he immediately became interested and asked the female Taoist.

In this way, Sun Wukong flew for another two days, and finally saw the **** storm that Nanming Zun said.

It was a **** fog that could not be seen at the end, like a vast ocean, shrouded in chaos, ancient and vicissitudes, with the atmosphere of destroying the earth.

The **** sea is dim, and the divine power that flashes from time to time fluctuates, like a golden lightning across the blood.

"It's not easy here."

Zhenyuan Daxian looked at the **** sea.

Beyond the **** sea, there are boulders sucked in, like duckweed in the sea, bumpy and broken.

Zhenyuan Daxian took out a piece of fairy stone from his arms.

"what is this?"

Sun Wukong looked at the past: "Where did you get it from?"

"Looking for it in Xiancheng."

Zhenyuan Daxian said: "This stone is extremely hard, and the ordinary fairy can't hurt at all, just to find the way."

He made a law, a fairy wind wrapped the fairy stone into the storm, and immediately blew a circuit of electric flowers.

In the incredible gaze of Zhenyuan Daxian, Xianshi emerged a string of Mars in the **** sea, squeaking, and soon shattered.

"This blood sea is too dangerous."

Zhenyuan Daxian said: "My immortality has not healed and may not hold back."

"The blood sea is the life of the Van Gogh Emperor, not to mention you, our Master can not help."

The female Taoist said.

The male priest nodded: "Only Sun Tiandi can go in."

Zhenyuan Daxian is very surprised, such a vast **** sea, it is just a person's blood.

If the Van Gogh Emperor is still alive, how strong it should be now!

"Xiandi."

Zhenyuan Daxian looks to Sun Wukong.

"I have a way."

Sun Wukong said: "You are hiding in my hands."

He started the law and opened his hand.

The first one of the Tengu ran in, followed by two Taoist priests. Zhenyuan Daxian looked at the **** storm and finally went in.

Sun Wukong carefully clenched his fists and rushed into the **** sea as the horror of the power of horror turned into a flash.

Blood sea, the power of lightning, roaring, infinite curse burning, there is a terrible knife and blood in the thick fog, you can degenerate any intrusive creatures.

Sun Wukong blooms in the ring of the gods, surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds, like a beam of light across the blood.

He is full of brilliance, and once all the cursed karma touches the ring of God, it turns into water vapor disappearing.

This flight is another day.

"The Van Gogh Emperor is alive and well."

Sun Wu hollowly admired.

The aura of this **** sea is endless. Considering its scale, Sun Wukong is amazed.

On the way, he confirmed to the two Taoist priests that this **** sea enveloped the entire Van Gogh heaven, with three hundred worlds inside.

With one person's power to protect such a vast world, the Van Gogh Emperor is unfathomable.

Sun Wukong continued to move forward.

The cursed karma of the blood sea can't hurt him, but from time to time there is a divine power lightning strike on him, which will hit a string of sparks.

Sun Wukong rarely encounters things that can hurt him.

These divine power lightnings contain a large number of Emperor Apocalypse, hitting Sun Wukong and letting his fairy body be tempered.

Unfortunately, he is too strong, and the speed of tempering is not great.

On the contrary, the egg in his arms, after receiving many lightning baptisms, shines like a small sun, and there is a strong vitality.

"What's in the egg?"

Sun Wukong is a bit curious.

The egg's exuberant vitality surpasses any life he knows.

Not only that, but the appearance of the egg has also changed, and the eggshell has a dazzling texture, which is complicated and difficult to understand.

"I don't know if I can take the opportunity to incubate it."

Sun Wukong slowed down and hoped to let the eggs absorb some lightning.

However, this picky eater sucked for a day and then dimmed again, no longer absorbed.

Sun Wukong had no choice but to follow the light of the cursor and flew for another day, rushing out of the **** sea.

Deep in the **** sea, it is another chaos, boundless, just like the outside world.

Sun Wukong opened his hand and let the four black charcoals fly out.

"Xiandi, you are too much."

Zhenyuan Daxian was erected with his hair, and he was angry for the first time: "Why don't you block the lightning."

"I tried my best."

Sun Wukong laughed.

The power of lightning strikes him and reaches the palm of his hand. He can only stop some of his power.

The people did not suffer much damage, but the body was black and the hair was erected. Sun Wukong let them rest for a while and made a spell, and they all recovered.

After the restoration, Zhenyuan Daxian looked back at the **** sea.

"Xiandi, this blood sea is both refined, can it be changed back to the Van Gogh Emperor?"

He asked.

"I'm afraid not."

Sun Wukong shook his head with some regrets.

He did not feel the will of the Emperor in the blood.

If he is still alive, Sun Wukong should be able to feel it.

"The Van Gogh Heavenly Emperor is completely destroyed and cannot be resurrected."

The two Taoist priests also said: "The same is true of the heavenly courts."

They told Sun Wukong and Zhenyuan Daxian that the power of the Sayādaw could not be imagined. He controlled the supreme fairy law and directly annihilated the soul, and no soul could be spared.

"But the Van Gogh Emperor has the avenue of the road. If you get it, you can absorb the power of the blood."

The female Taoist said.

Zhenyuan Daxian was shocked: "The power of this **** sea can still be absorbed?"

"Of course."

The Taoist priest nodded: "The Emperor of Heaven uses the blood to be the way, and can pass power to future generations."

Zhenyuan Daxian was a little surprised.

The Van Gogh Emperor is too powerful, not only to protect the world after death, but also to cultivate future generations.

"Xiandi."

Zhenyuan Daxian looked at Sun Wukong: "You must find the technique of the road."

"we'll see."

Sun Wukong is not very concerned.

He is accustomed to the power of his own practice and does not feel much about the **** sea.

"let's go."

Sun Wukong took everyone and embarked on a new journey.

In front, it is a world that has been destroyed.