MTL - Tathagata Must Be Defeated-v2 Chapter 143 : I can also crush

The white sages unfolded the **** ring, and the whole person was extremely dazzling, just like Sun Wukong, and completed the transformation.

"You have a reason to move forward."

He said to Sun Wukong: "But I also have reasons to be unsuccessful."

A red fire appeared around him, shining in the void, as if the sages came into the world.

The mighty Tianwei makes everyone feel guilty.

"I feel... I can even make his tricks."

The voice of the White Sayādaw seems to have absorbed the fierce fighting.

Behind him, everything collapses, and the flame lotus rises like a mountain. The whole body is red, glittering and shimmering.

The lotus trembled and bloomed with a petal. At this moment, a phoenix circled and the golden light was hundreds of millions of roads, drowning the entire battlefield.

"This……"

Everyone was shocked. This is how a phoenix lingers the ancient flame and crosses the river.

This is the Hongmeng creature, from the distant past, recreated by the white sage.

"This spell is weird!"

Sun Wukong is waiting for it.

The lotus continues to tremble, and another petal blooms. A candle dragon flies out, and the slender body is coiled with chaos, and the sun shines like a rain.

A flower is blooming, and a beast is present.

The monsters are presented one by one, turning into blazing light, crowded with the battlefield, all roaring, fighting with Sun Wukong.

"Nothing is stronger than them anymore!"

The white sage looked up at the sky and thought.

Every monster here is a real monster.

Although their power is far less than that summoned by the Supreme, it is enough.

"go with!"

The white sage said, the beast rushed to Sun Wukong with a blazing ray, and he did not know how many.

Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop and turned it into a rainbow of light to the herd.

He collided with the vast expanse of light, and immediately burst into a horrible storm. The fire covered the sky and the road was swaying, sweeping tens of thousands of miles.

"Wow, ah!"

Numerous buddies lost their mana and fell from chaos.

The whole piece of chaos is trembled. Inside the Star Palace, the mountains and rivers are broken, and the earth is full of cracked large seams.

"Good."

The Buddha stood on the black ground, and the force of the sheltered party was stable.

He looked up, a red light shining, and a battle with the herd.

The two heavenly emperors were fighting, but they brought disasters to the heavenly people. The star palace was filled with dead air and the Qibaochi was exhausted.

"I don't know how long this war will last."

Buddha thought so.

boom!

In the chaos, there is a vast fire cloud, like a starry sky, the most embarrassing streamer, splashing around, falling to the earth, the star palace shaking again and the earth cracking open.

Even if the Buddha's mana is vast, it can't bear the impact of this time and again.

In the land of the Star Palace, the sky is falling apart, the ghosts are crying, and the pool of Qibaochi has quickly passed.

"Buddha!"

A sage in front of the Buddha: "Please save us!"

The Buddha looked at the past, and Shami’s tears were swaying. Where is the blissful Buddha, it is clearly a boy.

"come here."

The Buddha called Shami before he walked and touched his head: "Would you like to convert to Shamen?"

"I am willing."

Shami answered.

The Buddha smiled and then looked up: "You are all coming."

The boundless crowd came to him and sought his shelter.

"Buddha, what is the truth?"

Someone asked under the sire.

The Buddha began to unfold the law, and his eyes were drooping, overlooking the people.

"The so-called truth is in the heart..."

There is a sense of mission in his heart.

This vast world has never given birth to a true Buddha.

Now, it is time to improve them!

Chaos, every inch of space is shrouded in war, and the monsters are overwhelming and suppressing Sun Wukong.

They were so **** and arrogant. In a fierce big collision, Sun Wukong was cracked and coughed up.

The golden hoop sticks out of his hand, as if the fire column fell to the Star Palace.

At this moment, the chaos is silent, everyone sees the past, is Sun Wukong going to be defeated?

"Great King!"

He has been discolored and sent to Sun Wukong.

"Stop!"

But Sun Wukong called them.

He stabilized his body and reached for a stroke. The golden hoop went through the heavens and the sky and flew back to his palm.

"It's useless."

The white sage looked at Sun Wukong, and his monsters were still intact, but Sun Wukong was covered in blood and apparently supported it soon.

The glow of the gold hoop is also dim.

"Put it!"

The white robes are in a high mood and say: "These monsters are not much weaker than the beads, but they are more invincible. They can be reborn, you can't beat!"

"joke!"

Sun Wukong raised his flames.

His flames are not as strong as before, but they are boiling like real blood, inspiring his war.

"I will interrupt your fantasies!"

Sun Wukong rushed.

The monster roared and snarled, collided with him, the space cracked, and the roar of roaring, the soul of the people was shuddering.

"Great king."

I am looking at the battlefield with my heart.

One after another, the sea of ​​fire blooms in chaos, beautiful to the extreme.

That is the flame of Sun Wukong, the will of his immortality.

"Good, this is great!"

The white man sneer: "The stronger you are, the stronger I will be."

The lotus behind him blooms again, and a monster is rising and joins the battlefield.

"Sun Wukong, this is the real power of the Van Gogh Emperor."

"This is the power you can't compare!"

The white sage looked at Sun Wukong and planned to look at his desperate expression.

However, the scene I saw made him sink.

The Monkey King who is fighting has already exhausted, and the flesh and the gods are burning, but the war in his eyes has not diminished, but has become more vigorous.

"White, I admit your strength."

Sun Wukong’s body is cracked, but he has not stopped fighting: “Unfortunately, even if you get the power of God of War, you will not be a **** of war!”

He can feel that his power is gradually disappearing.

This is the first time that Sun Wukong feels that he cannot defeat a person.

But even so, he will not admit defeat.

Once he admits, he is not him.

The White Emperor noticed that an uncontrollable situation is taking shape.

"You are a hard mouth!"

The white sage sinks his face, and another lotus rises behind his back, and the light floods the battlefield.

Countless monsters appeared and rushed to Sun Wukong.

"come on!"

The golden hoop stick in the hands of Sun Wukong shines.

At this moment, he stopped thinking about anything.

He wants to win!

He can only win!

In Sun Wukong's dictionary, there has never been two words of failure.

"Block in front of me!"

Sun Wukong swayed out like a mountain river, and the fire shone for nine days: "Even if it is me, I can break it!"

He is a great man, although he is weak, his posture is incomparably beautiful and beautiful.