"Boom boom boom"

The sound from the outside world reached Sun Wukong's ears.

"Golden Cudgel."

There was a light flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, keep bumping!"

Sun Wukong thought in his heart.

The battle between him and the Buddha continued, the fairy energy stirred the chaos in all directions, and the space trembled violently.

In the chaos, huge palm prints were poked out, covering them like huge peaks.

"Everyone will get tired of it whenever he uses one move!"

Sun Wukong turned into a golden light and rushed forward, his fist hitting the palm print with a destructive force. All the magic attached to it was broken by him.

"He found his weakness and could not use this trick anymore!"

The Buddha was so turbulent that he took back his right hand.

He chanted the spell silently, and the sound of the Daotian sounded, and huge lotus flowers appeared in the chaos, shooting towards Sun Wukong overwhelmed.

Sun Wukong sneered, and did not hide. He was surrounded by swords and bombarded the lotus flowers.

The lotus was cut open by the sword of robbery, exploded in pieces, and made a series of terrifying sounds. The world in the cracks was trembling in the air waves with the way of heaven.

“It’s so tricky.”

Sun Wukong thought while resisting the surging waves of the weather.

The outside world was constantly transmitted to his mind.

In the four continents, countless people were covered in black flames and fell to the ground.

And in Yunxiao City, monsters surrounded Ao Luan, who was bleeding from his seven orifices.

"Two kings, two kings!"

They wanted to stop Ao Luan from bleeding, but it was useless.

The more the curse of the Heavenly Dao, the more harm the person with the deepest attainments in the Heavenly Dao, Sun Wukong gave Ao Luan the Heavenly Dao authority, and she was equivalent to a small person and became the most injured person.

"We have to save her."

Sun Wukong frowned slightly, he had to go out quickly.

But the Buddha was really difficult to deal with and didn't let him get close to the exit at all.

A strange aura suddenly came.

Sun Wukong raised his head.

After several days of battle, the cracks in the three realms could no longer support them, and a space crack appeared in the sky.

When Sun Wukong saw this crack, his eyes flashed.

"not good."

The Buddha secretly called it bad.

This space crack is only the size of a thumb, but the distance is very close, so Sun Wukong will definitely not miss it.

He looked at Sun Wukong.

Without any hesitation, Sun Wukong turned into a golden light and flew towards the crack.

The Buddha's heart thumped.

"Don't think about it!"

A brilliant light shot out from his eyebrows, blocking Sun Wukong at an incredible speed.

That was a villain.

Sun Wukong stopped and looked.

The villain has no Buddha's light, only a figure as jade as a figure.

"Relics."

Sun Wukong looked at it: "You can't stop me."

Endless light suddenly bloomed around him, and hundreds of tribulation swords appeared in the chaos, with fairy energy rolling, pointing directly to the cracks in the space.

Sun Wukong's divine power bloomed, and every sword of disaster was like a pillar that stood tall, dazzling and dazzling.

"go!"

He shouted loudly, and the gorgeous sword rain shot straight up, tearing the chaos apart, and knocking the villain away.

The gap between the three realms sways violently.

Since you can't get out smoothly, the same is true for breaking the gap!

"Sun Wukong."

The Buddha rushed up from behind.

"Buddha."

Sun Wukong turned around and said, "Don't die!"

He raised his right hand and waved down.

The light roared down the sky, turning into a giant hand covering the sky.

"My spell..."

Buddha stared at this scene blankly.

The magic of Buddhism was formed after he practiced for thousands of years, but it actually fell into the hands of Sun Wukong.

The light instantly swallowed the Buddha.

Lingshan, everyone's hearts were thrilled.

"What is that?"

They looked at the rosette, and a terrifying aura came from it.

"Golden Cudgel."

Manjushri Bodhisattva asked with a hint of luck: “Is this its breath?”

"No, not..."

The Buddha answered.

The power of the golden cudgel is far less powerful than this aura.

With a "boom", the rose seat exploded.

This explosion seemed to be like the storm of waves and clouds, the waves and the sky were shattered, and the outbreak of fairy energy could not stand even in the sky.

Amid the thick smoke, a golden figure gradually appeared.

"Go and leave here."

He bent down and let the scorpion spirit go away.

The first thing that came to his reaction was the golden cudgel. It trembled with joy, turned into a dazzling light and swept down, floating next to the figure.

"Sun Wukong!"

The Buddhas of Lingshan were immediately frightened and their faces were pale.

"His Majesty!"

Emperor Qinghua looked full of joy.

Sun Wukong raised his head and walked forward.

He walked towards the sea of ​​clouds step by step with divine light and fire, as if walking on an invisible ladder, and each step exuded a huge divine power.

"Great Sage!"

"Great Sage!"

The immortals stood on both sides and bowed to greet them.

Sun Wukong stepped onto the sea of ​​clouds and regarded the Buddhas as nothing.

He looked east, where the black fog surrounded.

"That's a big trouble."

Someone spoke inside him.

"The extraordinary number of heaven."

Sun Wukong said.
To be continued...