MTL - Tathagata Must Be Defeated-v2 Chapter 148 : Beads
If the road is a compromise, if there is a compromise, the big road will not exist.
Discovering this, the white sages went all out and fought fiercely with Sun Wukong.
The two men’s battles burned and rushed to the great supernaturals who kept on arriving, letting them tremble and retreat with the flames of war.
"What kind of power is this!"
“It’s invincible!”
The magical people look to the battlefield.
Sun Wukong waved the golden hoop, and the anger was like a slap in the face, swept the miles, and all the stars and palaces were cracked. Power is even more thrilling!
The white sages are not to be outdone, the Buddha light is surging around, the fists are shocking, and every hit makes the world resonate.
"I fight for all beings, and heaven is for them."
The white sages shouted, the gods blossomed, and a galaxy bloomed, and thousands of heavens shimmered in it, dazzling.
"so what!"
In the eyes of Sun Wukong, the fire flashed, and the long stick swept, breaking the Milky Way and disappearing.
At the time of his attack, a gust of wind appeared at the tip of the pole, and the whistling sounded through the chaos.
The white sages unfolded the **** ring, and the breathlessness bloomed. The supreme and holy, no longer dim, but glowed with a dazzling brilliance.
Sun Wukong’s warfare is fierce, and he is also impressed by the white clothes.
The opponent he wants will have to be like this.
Regardless of progress or compromise, since it is a dispute over the road, why can't it be vigorous?
Chaos rumbling and the heavens turned into powder in the war.
Endless energy attacked the White Supreme, he was cracked, the red wounds spread, and various sounds came out of the bones.
He was wearing a flame, his eyes filled with the meaning of desolate chill, and a huge monster like a mountain flew from behind, madly rushing to Sun Wukong.
The white man respects the avenue of Sun Wukong, but...only he can save the chaos to the maximum!
There is no right or wrong in the avenue of the avenue, only the outcome.
This is the same for Sun Wukong.
The two men clashed fiercely, and the vast flames illuminate the chaos.
The emptiness of the emptiness, the hustle and bustle of the sky, the sound of hunting, the old and the young came out.
"That is……"
The old man saw two figures shrouded in flames on the battlefield: "Sun Wukong, it turned out to be him!"
He never imagined that it was Sun Wukong who fought against the White Supreme.
"Master."
The boy holding the Bishu looked at the battlefield and asked with concern: "Who can they win?"
"Nature is Sun Wukong."
The old man is clear.
Sure enough, in a huge bombardment, the White Supreme flew out.
Still not?
The white sorcerer coughed up a blood, looked at Sun Wukong, and there was an unwilling glory in his eyes. After a long time, he fainted.
He did his best, but he still couldn't beat Sun Wukong.
The current Sun Wukong is too strong, destroying the ancient ruins, and the long battles have almost perfected him. It is the true God of War. No one can beat him.
The white sage looked at Sun Wukong, and his eyes were unwilling, gray, whispering and heartbreaking.
"ended!"
Sun Wukong stepped on the void and walked step by step to him.
"Look, how much effort has turned into ashes."
A voice suddenly sounded in the chest of the White Man: "We have said that no matter how we plan, it is useless in the face of power."
"Except for strength, everything is virtual."
Three golden brilliances appeared suddenly and shot into the sky.
Sun Wukong looked up, the vast chaos of the spirits screaming like a flood, three red days, huge incomparable, red mans bloom.
"Buddha!"
Sun Wu has a glimpse of it.
In the light of the three beads, only a moment, the battlefield was flooded with blood.
"You always figured it out!"
Sun Wukong was not surprised, and the war again appeared in his eyes.
"The time is up."
The beads were flashing with electric light and said: "Sun Wukong, you have defeated the white sage, we are free."
At this moment, the power of terror poured out from the three beads.
The red light is like a phoenix, spreading rapidly and reaching deep into chaos.
The surface cracked, the void cracks spread, and various heavens roared. The battle of the sky, at this moment, seems to have lost color.
The Wanling figure seems to be pre-feeling, shrinking toward Sun Wukong and protecting him.
Everyone has changed his face.
"What are you going to do?"
There are great supernaturals who ask the beads.
"Vatican Heaven has lost, and it is impossible to become a bliss."
The beads said, like the magic sound from hell: "We have to complete the work that the Sayādaw did not complete."
The voice is rumbling, the blood cloud is spreading, and the thunderstorm flashes in the chaos. The scene is too horrible, and countless star palaces are drowned.
These three beads are not the power of the white sage, but his monitor.
Once he can't fulfill his promise to the Savior, they will be free.
"Master, what are they going to do?"
The boy felt the horror of the breath, and the body could not help but tremble.
"Destroy the heavens."
The old man answered like this.
With a bang, the light of the red sun spread again, covering the entire star field.
Hundreds of millions of souls have been taken in by the light.
"stop!"
Someone rushed to the beads.
In the blood, Sun Wukong turned his head and saw a group of Buddhas coming.
The group of Buddhas seemed to know what had happened, and rushed to the beads with blood.
The Buddha's light is close, the three beads are laughing, and the blood is shining around. There are countless guardian beasts, and there are all kinds of bulls, baboons, and white tigers. From time to time, there are candle dragons roaring.
The beasts broke out and launched the wrath of the Thunder. When the Buddha's light was not close, they were drowned by various beasts and became ashes, scattered in the cold chaos.
"It's useless!"
The great will is spreading, and the voice of the beads is like a demon.
"There is no need for heaven to exist!"
