Tathagata Must Be Defeated

Vol 2 Chapter 109: :Sun Wukong

The white lord who controls the deaf body continues to send invitations to Xiaofeng.

However, the words are not speculative and the sentence is small. Little Phoenix does not want to continue talking with the white sage.

"When I tell the day, after catching you, let's talk slowly."

Xiaofeng said, he has to leave.

"set."

The white sages settled the entire Taoist temple with ease.

Xiao Feng feels that he can't live without it.

"What spell did you use?"

She never imagined that someone could fix himself.

"While you are a heavenly man, you have a fairy soul and can't escape my set."

The White Lord answered.

The whole chaos, except for the Savior, no one can escape his spell.

Xiao Feng was surprised: "Who are you?"

As she asked, she looked for ways to get away.

The White Lord did not answer, turned and looked to Qing Yuanzi: "Your strength can create the Emperor for me."

Although Qing Yuanzi did not know much about what happened, but the enemy and me were clearly divided, and immediately made a decision - turn and run.

"set."

The White Emperor settled the Qing Yuanzi again.

"If you don't want it, just take the lead for me."

The white man said, but did not know what method was made. Qing Yuanzi suddenly felt that his body did not listen and stood in front of the tree of all spirits.

"This day is mysterious and can bring together the incense everywhere."

Sayādaw in white said: "You have not used this."

"Tiandao has its own rules."

Little Phoenix seems to understand something: "You use it to condense incense, you will be countered!"

"What the fear."

The White Lord reached out and read the spell.

Under the tree of all spirits, a red flame emerged from the ground and was entangled in Qing Yuanzi, scaring him away.

Fortunately, those flames just rose and soon went out.

"Ok?"

The White Supreme quickly reacted: "There is not enough aura."

This Taoist view is not enough to support the incense of the entire three realms.

The white sage took the Qing Yuanzi and left the Taoist temple.

He stepped into the void and went to the most aura of the aura - Tiangong.

After coming out of the void, the white sage stood in front of a palace.

"Sinde Palace."

As soon as he looked at the name of the palace, he immediately showed its history.

"The strongest tree is in it."

The White Emperor lifted his foot into the Xiande Palace and settled everyone who saw it on the road.

Inside the Xiande Palace, the Bodhi ancestors had something to go out, and the person in charge here was the Raksha woman.

"who are you?"

The Raksha policewoman looked at the white sage.

The white robes are dressed in golden robes, and they have a look of sorghum.

"I want to use Wanlingshu."

Sayādaw in white said: "The fairy first sleeps and can see the Emperor."

The woman of Raksha, who had not responded, was settled.

Qing Yuanzi’s consciousness is clear. When he saw this scene, he was anxious and wanted to stop, but he could not move.

The white sage went to the tree of all spirits and suddenly stopped.

"open!"

He spread his palms and made a stroke in the void. The heavens and the earth creaked, and an invisible enchantment collapsed and disappeared.

"who are you?"

After the enchantment was broken, a virtual shadow emerged.

It was a woman, and she was a fairy, a peerless, dreamlike.

"Days later?"

The white man is a bit surprised, and there is a day after the incarnation.

"You have forbidden heaven?"

He asked.

The white man is more and more accidental. He can't help the heavens to get a scent. After that, he will find out that it is not an ordinary generation.

"Yes."

He nodded and admitted.

"Admit it."

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"This wind is weird."

The body of the white man is shining, and the whole person is shrouded in Buddha light.

The Buddha's light has risen and swayed, and the wind has subsided.

"what?"

I was a little surprised and scorned.

"Hey!"

Crisp swords, ringing in the air.

In the intertwined fairy light, the silver-white sword shadow rushes out from the void, and squats toward the white dress.

"clang!"

The white man was blocked by his hand and then he was amazed.

The sniper of him is not a sword, but a fairy-shaped fairy.

"Why didn't you count it?"

White clothes are doubtful.

The things of the Three Realms should be in his deduction, but the moon was unexpected.

"This is the fairy who gave you?"

Asked the White Master to repel the moon and ask.

"how come."

The cockroach is condensed.

Her moon was cast by Sun Wukong. It was originally thought to be an ordinary fairy. Later, it was discovered that it was not in the five elements, and it was beyond the limits of the three realms. It was powerful and invincible.

For more than a decade, her moon has never failed, and this time she could not break through the physical defense.

Who is this person?

"come back."

He snorted again, and the moon wheel broke through the void and disappeared.

Her avatar disappeared immediately.

The white sages refer to the calculations, and the founders of the thirty-three heavens are coming to the Xiande Palace.

"It is available after that day."

He thought about it.

The reaction of cockroaches is extremely fast. Without a third of the fragrant time, all the celestial beings can surround the Xiande Palace.

What can a third of musk do?

For the average person, nothing can be done.

But it is enough for the white man.

He let the Qing Yuanzi stand under the tree of all spirits and read the spell. The red flame rose from the ground, very red, wrapped around Qing Yuanzi, very brilliant.

Qingyuanzi, the source of rumors, can be used as a leader to attract incense.

But he can't turn into those incense.

The white sages squeezed a drop of blood from the palm of their hand, floating in the air, absorbing the spirit of the tree, and beating like a heart.

"past!"

He unfolded the Buddha's seal and guided the incense to fly out of Qing Yuanzi and entangled in the blood.

The blood ignited the blazing flame, and all the way up, spread to the whole tree of all spirits, exuding powerful scent fluctuations, and the Xiande Palace was shaking vigorously.

Not long after, a figure was formed in the tree of Wanling.

He blinked and his eyes burst into a red flame. Like a **** of war, a powerful heavenly pressure made people suffocate.

"who are you?"

Asked the white man.

"Sun Wukong."

The man replied.

The white sages then smiled.

The thoughts and souls of this person are no different from Sun Wukong.

The White Lord is very satisfied with his work.

Sun Wukong in the eyes of the world is like this.

He entrusted the faith of the world, and was transformed by the incense, that is, the Monkey King who pushed away the beads and then fell.

As long as Sun Wukong does not return himself - everything he has in this world will be taken away by this person.