Tathagata Must Be Defeated

The old man looked at Sun Wukong with no sorrow or joy, and relentlessness.

"Undead."

Sun Wukong clenched his golden hoop: "No, you are different from them."

The old man had an anklet under his feet, but unlike the undead, he did not have that dead breath.

Sun Wukong felt no breath in him.

"who are you?"

Sun Wukong asked.

The old man did not answer, but looked at the dark air of the sky.

"Such filth should be cleansed."

He reached out his hand.

The palms were empty, nothing.

But Sun Wukong found that the world suddenly became silent.

The sound of black gas burning, the sound of distorted space, suddenly stopped.

Everything in the space is frozen.

"What spell is this?"

Sun Wukong was taken aback. He didn't even feel any spell fluctuations, let alone what the old man was going to do!

The next moment, waiting for Sun Wukong's reaction, the dark air of the sky seemed to be dragged into the old man's palm.

At the same time, a huge force surged from behind Sun Wukong, pushing him towards the palm of the old man.

Sun Wukong quickly threw the golden hoop in his hand forward.

The sky above him was getting closer, and his figure continued to grow huge.

But Sun Wukong knew that this was not his problem.

"Golden hoop!"

Sun Wukong firmly grasped the golden hoop stick. The golden hoop stick grew at a rapid pace with his heart. In a blink of an eye, he did not know that it had grown by tens of thousands of meters, and would pass through the shrinking world.

Yes, this world is shrinking.

The sky and the earth with endless black gas, for several miles, began to shrink quickly to the old man's hands.

Soon, it was shrunk to the size of a slap, then hidden in the palm of the old man, and turned into a glass ball emitting black gas.

Such a vast world was turned into a glass ball.

Sun Wu was shocked in the hollow.

The old man looked at the glass beads on his hand, squeezed it once hard, and found that it could not move.

"It still has obsessions."

The old man looked at Sun Wukong, and in the glass beads, a black gas connected Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong."

The old man called Sun Wukong's name and asked, "Do you want this power?"

Sun Wukong was creepy about time.

Who is he? What does he want to do?

The old man stepped towards Sun Wukong, only one step, suddenly appeared in front of him.

"So fast!"

Sun Wukong was frightened, and the golden hoop blasted forward enough to crush the world!

However, the old man pulled his right hand, and suddenly burst into space and entered nothingness.

Sun Wukong went on a stick and passed through his body without causing any impact.

"This guy is weird!"

Sun Wukong wanted to retreat, but his body was a step slower.

The old man held up his left hand and put glass beads into Sun Wukong's body.

"The things you brought out are returned to you."

After the old man spoke, he was thousands of miles away.

He looked at Sun Wukong, and the dark air swept Sun Wukong's whole body like a storm, dyeing him into endless ink.

The huge curse and pain agitated in Sun Wukong's body, causing his body to quickly break apart, becoming more and more cracked, showing bones.

Can't carry it.

The old man thought, now, all the filth is on Sun Wukong alone.

That body can't withstand those karma strangulation.

If this goes on, only the fly ash will die.

The old man waved and turned into a dark coffin in mid-air.

boom--

The coffin in front of him smashed open, and the shattered shards scratched the back of his hand.

The old man looked at it, and a slender black iron rod stopped where the coffin was, as if he had never moved it.

"Not dead yet?"

He looked up and saw Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes in the black fire.

His pupils had no flame, and endless black had devoured his golden eyes.

"who are you?"

Sun Wukong said that his body was broken as if whipped by countless lashes, and countless wounds were bleeding.

The blood would not dry out, overflowing from the wound, flowing through the broken body, and then turned into black gas and transpired.

"Convert karma to your own use?"

The old man saw the situation of Sun Wukong at a glance: "You can stay awake, it's amazing."

"who are you?"

Sun Wukong asked again, "What is your relationship with His Holiness?"

He lifted the iron rod in his hand, and the blood flowed down the body of the golden hoop rod, then dripped.

The Nine Roads of God have unfolded behind him one after another. That is the power of Nine, which originally did not belong to Sun Wukong. Now it is blooming behind him in a dark posture.

clang--

There was an extra scarlet anklet beneath Sun Wukong's feet.

The iron chain was tied at his feet, and the two fit together and were inseparable.

That is a curse.

The old man looked at this scene, his face did not wave.

"I am an undead."

The old man answered, "Allegiance to the undead."

He is different from the undead.

He knows everything and sees everything.

He had never lived in the past, nor did he take any notice of Hongmeng.

He is the left hand of His Holiness, His Guardian.

"I clear the way for His Holiness."

The old man said, "My Lord walks here, and I will not let you soil his hands."

There was a killing in his mind.

Before His Holiness arrives, Sun Wukong must die here.