MTL - Tathagata Must Be Defeated-v2 Chapter 151 : Carry out your own way

Those flames, like endless meteors, covered the battlefield in an instant, so that everyone could not open their eyes.

"Did you make it?"

The old man unfolded his eyes, and the red trees squeaked in the waves of the golden hoop.

He is the only one who can see the battlefield.

The three red sun shells have been crushed by the gold hoop, and the huge pillar of fire has been extended to the outside of the battlefield, terrible.

Sun Wukong only waved a stick, and the three red days went from the peak of life to the last end.

They struggled, roared, and were gradually engulfed by huge pillars of fire.

"What power is this!"

The old man was shocked.

Not long ago, Sun Wukong could not independently defeat a bead.

Now, he no longer puts them in his eyes.

If he is given time, he can even defeat the sage!

The old man is in a state of tide.

A fierce roar rang through the chaos, roaring, and the three red days were broken under the blazing fire.

Chaos is restored to calm.

The people gradually recovered their sights, and at first glance, they could not help but reveal the color of joy.

"The king is successful!"

I am happy to say: "I said that he can do it!"

Everyone nodded and there was a feeling of being moved for the rest of his life.

On the battlefield, Sun Wukong defeated three red days.

He stared at him, and a **** light filled the broken red day, like a life, a horror.

"What it is?"

Sun Wukong looked at the past, all kinds of avenues flashed in the blood group, and the Buddha sounded like a screaming drum, shaking his soul.

Soon, those **** light will be merged into a huge blood-colored lotus hanging in chaos, looming, as if it does not exist in the world.

Sun Wukong waved a stick, and the fire column was shocking, but it seemed to hit the reflection in the water and penetrated the blood lotus.

"This is a great supernatural power left by Hongmeng. You can't catch it."

At this time, a voice sounded.

Sun Wukong turned his head and saw that the white robes came over.

"It is the law of the world left by the Sayādaw."

The white sages look to the blood lotus, the blood lotus bangs, the power is endlessly improved, the breath can make the ghosts cry, and the world trembles.

"If it blasts, the whole heaven will be turned into ashes."

Sayādaw in white said.

When the blood lotus is mature, it will explode. A light will destroy a star palace. Even if he can't resist it, he can only die!

Sun Wukong does not believe in evil, and he will fight again.

However, after several attacks, he did not hit the blood lotus.

The blood lotus became bigger during this period, and it was like a mountain in the blink of an eye. Sun Wukong could even hear the roar of the road coming from inside, like the seal of Hong Meng’s behemoth.

The breath of blood lotus rushed upwards, such as the sound of the waves, and swept to Sun Wukong.

It is a force that is several times more horrible than the previous giant clock, and it is brewing an explosion.

Sun Wukong clenched the golden hoop.

Even if the blood lotus explosion, he can protect himself.

However, he did not have the confidence to protect the heavenly beings.

“How long will it take to blast?”

Asked by Sun Wukong.

"Only a musk time."

The White Lord answered.

"I am going to lock it up!"

Sun Wukong’s eyes are dazzling, dazzling and full of will: “If there is an accident, you will guard the three realms for me.”

The white dresser glimpsed, then looked at the white light above the head of Sun Wukong, and there was a clear understanding in his heart.

"Have you already known this egg?"

The white sage asks the old man who is flying.

"We saw it."

The old man replied.

Many people saw it when the egg was born.

The white sighs sigh, and after all, they have masters, and chaos has new hopes.

"Sun Wukong, you can't lock the blood lotus."

The body of the White Lord is shining, like a bright moon flying.

"I live with it, only I can lock it."

When he finished, his body suddenly sent out a mandarin and shot forward.

"you……"

Sun Wukong was shocked.

"Sun Wukong."

The white sage shouted: "I still can't agree with you!"

"I know."

Sun Wukong answered like this.

"well."

The white dresser laughed and the glowing body rushed to the blood lotus.

"White, stop!"

At one end of the battlefield, Emperor Sui rushed over like crazy.

He just woke up soon, saw this scene, could not help but burst into tears.

"Do you want to abandon the heavens!"

He shouted loudly.

That blood lotus is the flower of the avenue of the Sayādaw. How can there be such a simple blockade that it will inevitably make the white robes fly away.

"Sui Emperor, my story has ended."

Sayādaw in white said.

In the blazing light, he shot into the blood lotus, and connected with the blood lotus.

The countless chain of heavens rises from his body, entangled in the blood lotus, and becomes a tree root shining with one star after another, smashing and smashing.

"Sun Wukong, I don't agree with your way, but I agree with your will."

The voice of the white sages sounded in the ears of Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong looked forward to a linden tree growing up in the void, solemn, beautiful, and unparalleled.

The white sacred body is one with the soul, and turned into a bodhi tree to begin to block the blood lotus.

"Vancouver people are listening to my will."

His solemn voice rang the whole chaos.

The voice was so vast that everyone was quiet and looked up.

The linden tree is rooted in the blood lotus, and the golden light is like a sea of ​​clouds. Suddenly there is a golden light shining out to illuminate the chaos.

"From now on, I will pass the position of the Van Gogh Emperor to Sun Wukong."

The voice of the white sages rang through the entire heavenly court. It was solemn and majestic, and with the brilliance of the jade, all creatures could see it.

That is the purpose of only one sentence.

It was a shocking and incredible purpose.

Hundreds of millions of Buddhist temples shine brightly, and the bells of the Buddha bells ring through every star palace.

In the next moment, hundreds of Buddhas flew up and landed in front of Sun Wukong.

"I have seen the Emperor."

More than 300 bodhisattvas salute to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong looked at these bodhisattvas, their eyes were red and full of great sadness.

In that moment, the beliefs of countless people were perfused on Sun Wukong, and cries were heard in his ear, and hundreds of millions of souls cried on the surface.

One has a star palace, the Buddhas worshipped on the ground, obeying the will of the white sage, and acknowledging that Sun Wukong is their heavenly emperor.

"Sun Wukong."

The Emperor Yuxi flew through chaos and appeared in front of Sun Wukong.

"My heaven is lost. If you lose again, this chaos will have no hope."

The last voice of the White Lord is sounded: "As a winner, you must carry forward your own way."

Although he does not agree with Sun Wukong, there is no right or wrong in the dispute of the avenue, only the outcome.

Sun Wukong looked at the Bodhi tree in the sky.

"it is good."

He reached out and took the Emperor Yuxi: "I will prove it to you, no one can stop me."

At this moment, Yan Guanghui attached to him, and different futures gathered on him.

In the chaos, the laughter of the white sage was heard.

The laughter was filled with joy and full of sorrow, but then it became an eternal silence.