Tathagata Must Be Defeated

The sky is roaring and the wind is roaring.

The golden hoop broke through the clouds, and the fire was hundreds of miles. It was like the sea breaking the levee, roaring and pressing against the white clothes.

With a bang, the white robes were red and **** and were blasted out.

Sun Wukong chased forward and slammed again and violently bombarded.

"Put it!"

The bombardment of Sun Wukong formed a vast red sea of ​​fire.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth are his royal court, and hundreds of millions of red fires decorate his gods, just like the crown of God.

In the fierce battle, the White Supreme had a great stick in his body. He vomited blood, broken sternum, and breathed every breath.

This is the power of terror.

The white robes vibrate in the heart.

He has no magic weapon, only the flesh and the Sun Wukong fierce battle, the red fire, the flames are full.

The red fire does not know what the fire is. Once it is encountered, even he can't go out.

This time, the white clothes are bruised and bruised.

"Sun Wukong!"

The white robes are glory, and the vastness of Tianwei is turned into a golden tin can to illuminate the entire battlefield.

He shouted, and the tin rod was about to be thrown, but he was shot by the fire pillar.

The white sage was once again bombarded. At this moment, the power of Sun Wukong is too vast, like a burning sun, destroying and ruining, so that the white sage can't resist and is constantly being smashed.

"You can't be stronger than me!"

The white sages are full of unwillingness and resistance.

For a time, the fire was brilliant and full of chaos.

"The king has become stronger again!"

In the distance, he and others are excited.

Sun Wukong was shrouded in endless red light, and after he was sublimated again, he was all warlike.

This body is not dead, the war is not extinguished!

Sun Wukong’s offensive is endless. No matter how the White Masters resist, they can’t change the fact that Sun Wukong is getting stronger!

This is a majestic force, an unknown force that transcends the heavens and is not resisted by the White Lord.

This time, the entire battlefield of killing is a red fire.

Every time the golden hoop is swung, the chaos is shaking and humming.

Sun Wukong's attack is getting faster and faster, as if a golden lightning, endless bombardment of the white sage.

The white sages have long blood flow, revealing white bones, and a roar burst.

"The heavens are boundless!"

In an instant, the vastness of the heavenly light spewed from him, turning into a sea of ​​oceans, and overwhelming the battlefield.

The sea is shining, the Sanskrit is flowing, the Buddha's voice is long inside, and it is turned into a chanting sound. The golden wave floods Sun Wukong and spreads outward.

Sun Wukong’s movements were slow for a moment.

"It's useless!"

He sneered, suddenly Guanghua Dasheng, the golden hoops rushed up, the sharpness of the dew, the rumbling of the open sea.

The gold hoops became bigger in the sea and went down to the white clothes.

boom!

The white sage was shot and the blood was sprinkled.

Sun Wukong strode forward, like a Mongolian god, waving another wave of horror, and went to the white sage.

The white robes are in a terrible injury and are inevitable. The surrounding area has been shrouded in fire.

"I am the Emperor, how can I lose to you!"

The white sages sipped, and the **** ring opened behind them, turning into a piece of Buddha light.

These Buddha lights radiate Fengming and turn into a phoenix that only soars, bringing the whole piece of chaos into the world of Hongmeng.

The phoenix screams, and the eternal flames are absorbed by the heavens and the earth, and they are gone.

The flames of another piece bloomed on the phoenixes, and they were smashed to the extreme.

"Can you really beat yourself?!"

The white clothes are drunk, and the phoenix is ​​connected. If the meteor rushes to Sun Wukong, the light is dazzling.

They collided with Sun Wukong, and the fire spattered out, and it was full of power, and it was enough for Brahma to destroy the land.

"A terrible flame!"

"If you get a little bit of it, you will be flying away."

Everyone looked at it with all eyes.

However, this offensive is still useless.

Sun Wukong walked in the flame and let the phoenix bombard.

Everyone was attracted to his sight, watching his body continue to rejuvenate in the flames, emitting endless light, bright and extraordinary.

"boom"

He once again waved a stick, the pillars of fire smashed, smashing the sky and the phoenix, and then went straight to the void, and slammed into the white clothes.

This is a great, terrifying horror, destroying all vitality, where the golden hoops pass, all the laws of heaven are broken and become dusty.

The White Lord is no longer a guardian of the gods, and he looks at the pillars of the fire.

In the face of this horrible blow, his eyes narrowed.

Is that stop?

The White Lord is desperate for the power of Sun Wukong.

Why is this happening?

This should not be the case!

The fire in his eyes is getting bigger and bigger, like passing through thousands of years, seeing the catastrophe again.

Countless shocking scenes came to his eyes, and the star palaces were broken in front of his eyes. The killing Buddha's light was vast, and hundreds of millions of lives were like dust in front of his eyes.

That catastrophe, let him separate from the hearts of the sages.

That catastrophe made him go all the way, even if he walked down the road, he went to today.

How many years passed, he managed to succeed and established a happy land.

Strongly unwilling to rush out in the heart of the white sage.

"How can my heaven be destroyed by you!"

The white sages sipped, and a brilliance of brilliance blossomed in front of him, blocking the front.

The pillar of fire collided with Guanghua and the sky rumbling.

At this moment, Sun Wukong’s gaze was also burned.

He didn't pay attention for a moment, and the golden hoop was bounced off.

"what?"

Sun Wukong stares at it. Is there any new trick for the white man?

In front of the white sage, it was a piece of crystal jade that blocked the attack.

The jade blooms hundreds of millions of glory, it is the heavenly emperor of the Van Gogh heaven.

This is the last card of the White Lord.

Sun Wukong’s eyes stunned: “Do you think that jade can protect you?”

The white sage looked at the jade, and after a blow, the surface of the jade appeared a crack.

It can't stop the attack of Sun Wukong.

The white lord understands that the current Sun Wukong has surpassed the Van Gogh heaven.

He is invincible, and this jade can't be stopped.

Sun Wukong asked him: "It's all like this, don't you admit defeat?"

The white stalwart blinked and then firmed.

Just like the previous Sun Wukong, the white robes know their own path and never give up.

He and Sun Wukong stood in the air, and the flash of fire in his eyes did not retreat.

"I haven't lost yet!"

Sayādaw in white said.

Sun Wukong shook his head and raised the golden hoop again.

There is a golden light in the heavenly emperor that rises up and appears in the sky.

This golden light shines brightly, and it turns into a golden sea around the white sage. There is a crying inside, as if the whole world is crying.

Van Gogh Heaven, countless Bodhisattvas saw this scene.

"The sea of ​​reincarnation appears, and it is time for us to repay."

From the sky to the ground, countless Buddhas vacated and rushed to the battlefield.

Chaos, some great supernaturals also stood up and looked at the heavens.

"The white sage is dangerous."

"He is the hope of all beings, for chaos, we must protect him!"