Tathagata Must Be Defeated - Vol 2 Chapter 59: : Rebuilding Heaven

“seal.”

Sun Wukong created a rune and sealed the Tengu.

“Xiandi.”

Zhenyuan Daxian found Sun Wukong in heaven.

“ended.”

Sun Wukong handed him the dust: “The sun in the Tengu is still there. You take it back. The Shouma has a way to get it out.”

“it is good.”

Zhenyuan Daxian took over the dust of the Buddha and looked at the two Taoists curiously.

“What are you looking for?”

Sun Wukong asked the Taoist.

“Our Master has a request, and I want to pass the Supreme Avenue to the Emperor.”

The man said, he said.

“Is this not to say that you want to accept a good brother?”

Zhenyuan Daxian almost laughed.

Is there anyone in this world who dares to accept Sun Wukong as a disciple?

“Xiandi, don’t take care of it, let’s go back to drink.”

Zhenyuan Daxian said.

“No, I have to meet that person.”

Said Sun Wukong.

Two priests can’t help themselves.

“We are leading the way for you.”

They said.

“No, I know the place.”

Sun Wukong shook his head and turned into Jinguang to fly to the west.

Everyone else is stunned.

The two Taoists returned to God and then flew past.

In the west, under the endless sea, it is an aura of whiteness.

Here is the center of the spiritual vein. Tens of thousands of years ago, a flame of a whole body fell from the sky and took root here.

Tens of thousands of years later, the flames flourished and became big trees, emitting blazing fire and emitting a peaceful atmosphere.

Sun Wukong came here and saw the old road of crane hair and children sitting under the tree.

The rich aura gathers in the big trees, turning into a fairy light, falling from the canopy and pouring it on the old road.

The old road sits under the tree and is filled with a strong atmosphere.

“You came.”

He saw Sun Wukong, the glory of the glory bloomed from the body, and various gravel pieces floated in the air.

Before Sun Wukong left: “I am coming.”

“It’s good.”

The old road reached out and pointed out, invisible and silent, and the horrible atmosphere enveloped Sun Wukong.

At this moment, the killing is like a sword rain swept over and rushed into Sun Wukong.

In an instant, the spirit of Sun Wukong changed.

It was a dark earth, filled with smoke everywhere, and the corpse became a mountain, **** sea, and no one was spared.

This kind of scene is terrible, mixed with horror killing, enough to crush the will of a fairy.

Sun Wukong’s pupils shrank and suffered an impact.

The killing did not stop and continued to hit him.

Sun Wukong’s expression gradually sank, and suddenly the **** ring blooms behind, and the golden light goes straight into the sky.

This is a majestic force, which shocked the old man’s killing and caused his fingers to burst.

The killing is like a tide.

“It’s really a **** of war.”

The old road thought, Sun Wukong is even stronger than he thought.

The old way looks at Sun Wukong, his eyes are deep, his eyes are shining, and the soul can be pulled in.

Sun Wukong is full of golden light and looks at the old road, just like a **** overlooking his courtiers.

This is the majesty of long-term cultivation.

The old road is shaking, and gradually giving up Sun Wukong is the Emperor of Heaven, and will never be willing to be under the people.

He can’t conquer him.

I thought it was a seed of hope, but the result was already sprouting.

The old road is filled with sorrow and joy, and finally becomes a sigh.

“Fellow……”

He had long sleeves and a table, a chair, and a tea under the tree.

“Please sit down.”

The old road said.

He wanted to accept Sun Wukong as a disciple, but now he does not mention this.

Daoyou, this is the best name.

Sun Wukong sat down on the wooden chair.

He noticed that the body of the old road was connected with the big tree and could not leave.

It turned out to be the case.

Sun Wukong understands everything.

“You are not a person in this world.”

Sun Wukong said: “You are just a fire, a stubborn.”

The old road is not a person, not a demon, and no real soul.

He is a flame of obsession.

Sun Wukong has never seen this kind of flame, and it is pure white because it burns to the extreme.

“Who is your deity?”

Asked by Sun Wukong.

“Vatican Heaven has a million gods, one emperor and four emperors. I am one of the four, and I will be a flame in the South.”

The old answer: “Southern Tomorrow was killed by the stalwart, and left me here.”

Sun Wukong has some regrets: “Is the day really destroyed?”

“Destroyed.”

The old nodded: “Strong as the Emperor, can not escape the palm of the Sayādaw.”

“The technology of this world, but from heaven?”

Ask Sun Wukong again.

“I do not understand.”

The old road shook his head, and the Van Gogh heaven governed the three hundred worlds. Where did he know the land of this wasteland?

But the world is not far from heaven, and the technology of heaven is here, and it is not surprising that knowledge is born.

Sun Wukong continued to ask, but the old road did not have much memory about the world.

When he came to this world, he stayed in the spirits. He did not care about anything except training two disciples.

Sun Wukong can only turn the topic to heaven: “Why is the van Gogh heaven destroyed?”

“This is inevitable.”

The old road said heavily.

“What is inevitable?”

Asked by Sun Wukong.

“In chaos, any creature that comes out of chaos will eventually be found by the sage.”

The old road seems to return to the nightmare of the past, and the voice is a little trembling: “He is too strong, we are powerless to resist.”

Sun Wukong was surprised.

What powerful power does the lord have? Since ancient times, no one has beaten him?

However, according to the old saying, it is only a matter of time before Sun Wukong meets the Supreme.

Sun Wukong is a bit heavy.

Not only him, I am afraid that even the three worlds are in danger.

“You must be stronger.”

Sun Wu hollowed up this thought.

“Sun Wukong, you have a heart, you have saved several worlds.”

At this time, the old road looked at Sun Wukong: “Can you go to heaven and court?”

Sun Wukong slightly frowned: “Where to go there?”

Isn’t Tianting already gone?

As if knowing the question of Sun Wukong, the old saying said: “Although the heavens are destroyed, but the rule of the three hundred worlds, there must be survivors.”

He bowed to Sun Wukong: “If today, all the people are gone, I will wait for you, can you entrust them to you?”

This is the duty of the heavenly courts, but they have all fallen, leaving a stubborn obsession and the old way can’t do anything.

Sun Wukong is silent.

“This is only you can do.”

The old road continued: “If you promise, you can recreate the heavens in the future, and you will not regret it.”

A ray of light flew out of him and floated in the air.

“This is a cursor that will take you to the heavens.”

The old road said.

Sun Wukong looked at the cursor for a long time, and finally reached out and held it in his hand.

“I go.”

He said.

Although the Van Gogh Heaven is destroyed, the things left behind will definitely help him.

“Great good.”

The old road sighed: “I can leave with peace of mind.”

Sun Wukong nodded.

The old road has lived by obsession and has reached the limit.

“My two disciples also asked you.”

When the old saying goes, the mind will turn into a flame and disappear.

Sun Wukong turned back and there were two men and one woman standing there.

“you guys……”

Sun Wukong put away the cursor on his hand: “I wish to follow me, recreate the van Gogh heaven!”

“Be yourself!”

The two Taoist priests answered.