Tathagata Must Be Defeated

A silver-colored van Gogh star, the flames of war.

The two rainbows collided between the Star Palace and the Star Palace, and they burst into a thrilling sound of the sword. The light shone, the flames rushed into the sky, and the space was distorted.

The overwhelming buddhas screamed to join the battlefield, but they could not catch up with the speed of the two rainbows.

Occasionally one or two fires are fired, and the Buddhas are turned upside down and fall.

Sun Wukong waved the golden hoop and burned the infinite power of the body, so that the will of the God of War and the combination of himself will continue to become stronger and break through the limits.

He and the white man from the chaos to the surface, the fire just broke out in the impact of the two, a moment passed through a million miles, manifested in another star palace.

"Come back!"

The rise of Sun Wukong hit, the big stick stirred the wind, the rivers and seas rolled, the landslides cracked.

The man did not give up, he had no magic, the sword was so powerful, every sword waved, the clouds rolled, the sky seemed to be violently mourning and banging.

Every time they pass a star palace, they are shaking and the flames last for a long time.

This is a heavenly battle. There are countless different scenes rising around the two people, as if there are the circulation of the sun, the moon and the stars, and the cycle of life.

"Who is this?"

The stronger the Sun Wukong War, the more curious he is.

This man is not like the white sage, the magical powers, there are countless avenues.

The battle between them is not only the competition between the flesh and the spell, but also the battle of heaven. Every collision is the bombardment of two different avenues.

This is a war between the Tao and the Tao.

The flames produced by this kind of war bombardment, once contacted by people, did not vanish.

The Buddha of the sky was afraid to avoid it and watched the war fly into another star palace.

In this star palace, the man suddenly disappeared.

Sun Wukong looked at it, the mountains on the ground were undulating, and there were magnificent palaces floating in the sky. Here, the aura is rich, and it is a treasure land of outstanding people.

However, like other Star Palaces, there are no living creatures.

"Where did he hide?"

Sun Wukong searched around and landed in front of the palace in the clouds.

The palace is magnificent, and there are three characters above the gate.

When I saw the words of Emperor Sui, there seemed to be something in Sun Wukong’s mind that seemed to think of something.

But he didn't have time to catch it and was interrupted by an attack.

The sky sword came with a blazing fire.

The white man appeared again.

He is a singer and his sword is fierce.

"It's good."

Sun Wukong laughed loudly, and the golden hoop sticked to the flame and greeted the sword.

The Tianjian collided with the golden hoop and made a squeaking sound.

The magnificent palace meets the breath and quickly collapses and scatters into a sand.

There was a trace of anger in the eyes of the man.

Sun Wukong caught the anger and knocked him back and asked, "Are you a Emperor?"

"Sun Wukong."

The man’s sword is killing: “For millions of years, you are the opponent I want to suppress.”

"Unfortunately, you can't do it!"

Sun Wukong holds the stick.

The two men fought together again, and there was a fierce fire, and the avenues fought and the terror roared!

In this battle, Sun Wukong did not fly away from this star palace. Thousands of mountains collapsed in the flames, the rivers dried up, the heavens and the earth cry, full of sorrow.

The anger in the eyes of men is getting stronger.

"Why are you entangled in this place?"

He finally couldn't help but shouted loudly.

"You really are Emperor."

When Sun Wukong saw the man stop, he could not help but smile: "You are not difficult to understand. If it is not a person in heaven, we may be able to make a friend."

"joke!"

The man’s voice sparked: “I have seen many heavenly emperors like you, know nothing, and do not know how to fear. Countless people have been dragged into dust by them, and they have disappeared.”

His eyes flashed through the cold: "This time, I will suppress you."

Sun Wukong frowns: "So, do you think that the blissful world without life is the best?"

"What's wrong with bliss?"

The man replied: "Life is born, this is to perish, the white sages break this imprisonment, the eternal life is not dead, can you do it?"

Sun Wukong shook his head.

He can't really do it.

He is a bit sorry: "It seems that we are not on the road."

"That's right, this battle should be over."

The man took the sword to the palm of his hand and sacrificed the blood.

There is a **** sword behind him.

The sword is very bright, all kinds of boulevards are flashing on top, lightning and thunder, and the sky is bursting.

"The emperor makes you die, you have to die!"

The man raised his hand, and at this moment his temperament changed and he radiated an invisible majesty.

Sun Wukong seems to see a crown of looming on the man's head.

Before he saw it clearly, the blood sword made a ray of light and came over.

This sword, like a mountain, is as lightning fast, piercing the sky in an instant, and suppressing it to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong was shocked and was about to return his hand. Suddenly his hair was stunned. A giant hand gushed from the ground and rolled up Sun Wukong.

The blood sword banged and hit the giant hand, and the three thousand avenues were bombarded, and countless fruits were born in it, and then annihilated, shocking!

The man looked cold and cold. Although this range is not big, it is the strongest killing man.

It can annihilate the fruit, and a sword can turn the heavenly emperor into a mortal.

In the chaos, the Buddha's army retreated and was shocked.

"Sui Emperor succeeded!"

"The Monkey King lost his fruit and will die!"

The Buddhas looked at the Star Palace, and the blood on the earth was so **** that it was not lost.

After a long time, a figure came out of the blood.

It was Sun Wukong. In that moment, he put on a golden armor, and his eyes were piercing.

The Buddhas suddenly felt silent and cold behind them.

The fruit of Sun Wukong was annihilated, and the atmosphere became more and more vigorous.

"What sword is this?"

Sun Wukong looked up and asked the man.

The power of this sword, although weakened by his false doctrines, is still more than the jade sword of the Jade Emperor.

"It has no name."

The man replied and his expression was dignified.

He was so proud of his heart that he thought that this Sun Wukong could not escape this blow.

Now it seems that to suppress Sun Wukong, he also needs to have a heavy sense of enlightenment!

The man once again sacrificed the blood, and the blood swords shone with chaos, forming a horror killing, and Qianlong aimed at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong clenched the gold hoop.

"It's a good sword."

He is highly motivated and has a better sense of war.

God of War is feeling his will and making a glowing glow.

A cluster of transparent flames burned on the golden hoop of Sun Wukong and became a sacred token.

"The sword is good, but..."

Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop and his eyes were full of fire: "You are a little worse!"

The word is shining.

War, burning.