Due to the huge gap in true cultivation with Tathagata, Wutian's failure was destined from the beginning. All the efforts he has made over the past thirty-three years are actually just unwilling to be Tathagata's puppet and struggling to death.

Wutian, the person involved, knows this more clearly than Cao Yi, an outsider, and is just a little unwilling to accept reality.

"While I'm still here, it's too late to leave here immediately."

Wutian restrained the coldness of the corners of his mouth, and his slightly dim gray eyes turned towards the direction of Nantianmen.

Where, the fierce battle has begun to be a life-and-death and death-death battle.

The monsters he collected from the corners of the four continents had many thousands of years of combat effectiveness and immortals with rich backgrounds were far from being able to survive. Even if countless resources were accumulated in these thirty-three years, it would be far from being able to do so.

The monsters who have been famous for many years have fallen down. The weapons and magic weapons are taken away or beaten to pieces.

A mixed-blooded great repent with seven thousand years of Taoism and a saber-toothed tiger spirit with ten thousand years of Taoism were torn to pieces by the immortals and Buddhas.

This kind of life-and-death moment, no compassion or precepts are important.

"Since I said I'll see you off, I will naturally accompany you until the last moment."

Cao Yi's eyes also turned to the direction of the Nantian Gate.

Wu Tian has always been a person who doesn’t say twice, and he doesn’t say anything again after hearing this.

After a while, several immortals and Buddhas joined forces with Sun Wukong to break the defense of the Nantianmen, which is unparalleled in the world. Then the righteous army behind them poured into the Heavenly Palace like a flood.

"kill"

The long-awaited Black Robe led the demon army and spiritual army, and shouted out from the endless building complex of the Heavenly Palace like a wave, fighting with the same large-scale Justice Army.

All kinds of magic weapons are thrown at each other without money, and all kinds of terrifying magical powers are bombarded. Some people keep falling down, and some people die and souls are destroyed. The scene is extremely chaotic and shocking.

"Black Robe"

Sun Wukong shouted loudly, jumped out of the crowd, holding a golden cudgel, and shaking his finger at the black robe.

Black Robe suddenly raised her head, her eyes were red, and her blood was churning, as if she was a demon from hell. Last time he was fooled by Sun Wukong in Mengjie, he died horriblely.

After being resurrected, I have been trying to settle the score with Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong, I want to fight to the death with you"

The black robe roared and rushed towards Sun Wukong, waved the iron staff in his hand, and drew out terrifying chains of order.

"Monster, you do many evil things, today is the day you die."

Sun Wukong also rushed up.

As soon as the two fought, the black robe, which had not made much progress in thirty-three years, fell into a disadvantage. After a few moves, her strong body fell to Sun Wukong.

"You fell down before I could exert force."

Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel and shook his head in disappointment.

Since he swallowed the relics last time, his cultivation has increased day by day, and he can no longer experience the kind of refreshing fighting he used to be.

Along the pile of hideous and terrifying corpses, the black robe, whose blood was constantly flowing out of the seven orifices, looked at Sun Wukong hatefully, and his vision became blurred.

Thousands of years ago, he was just an insignificant little snake, his life was like an ant, and could disappear at any time until he met Wutian, and he jumped into a dragon and completed the ultimate jump of the level of life.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could not meet the requirements of the Buddha Wuya.

"Buddha, I disappointed you"

After the last thought came to his mind, Hei Rou fell into darkness forever.

The death of the black robe became the last straw of the spiritual army.

Suddenly, countless people lost the will to fight.

"Invade into Lingxiao Palace and welcome back the Buddha"

Sun Wukong crashed into the army of demons like a sharp knife.

In an instant, the demon army was torn apart.

The other sects, led by Nezha, Yang Jian and others, also successfully entered the army of justice.

The giant scorpion died in the hands of Yang Jian and Tang Seng, and the soul was penetrated, so even Wu Tian could not resurrect her.

Ying Yao died under the joint efforts of Zhu Bajie and Nezha.

Other great monsters, such as the green-haired lion, were slapped to death by a Bodhisattva.

The majestic and noble Lingxiao Palace.

After all, Qiao Ling'er was not Tathagata. When she heard the movements outside, she was so excited that she could express her feelings, "Wu Tian, ​​it's this level, why don't you escape?"

Wutian glanced at Qiao Ling'er coldly, "If I were you, I wouldn't be able to laugh at all?"

Qiao Ling'er was confused, "What do you mean?"

Wu Tian didn't take care of Qiao Ling'er anymore.

Cao Yi explained to Wutian: "The Buddha Wutian means that the true spirit of Buddha Tathagata has returned, and you have no need to exist as a substitute."

"Substitute" Qiao Ling'er was stunned for a moment. Not only did her face not collapse, she said calmly: "I have put life and death aside. As long as I can destroy you, the devil, so what if I die?"

Cao Yi couldn't help but look at Qiao Ling'er for a few more times.

There are really not many people who walk so many worlds, and they really look down on life and death.

"He is not indifferent to life and death. His true spirit is not complete, it is similar to a puppet."

Wu Tian spoke.

At the same time, grab it with one hand.

Qiao Ling'er's sea of ​​consciousness has opened.

An incomplete, somewhat confused true spirit flashed by.

"I see"

Cao Yi suddenly realized.

A earth-shaking sound.

The gate of Lingxiao Palace was knocked open.

Sun Wukong, who was carrying a golden cudgel, took the lead and rushed in.

"Ling'er"

"Elder Sun"

Qiao Ling'er showed a joyful expression.

Seeing that Qiao Ling'er was safe, Sun Wukong felt relieved and turned his eyes to Wutian with a cold expression, "Wutian, your death is here."

"Most are useless, let's fight"

Wutian took action bravely.

Sun Wukong took action at the same time.

Compared to the huge gap between the last time at the Emperor Donghua Temple, the two of them are equal this time. After hundreds of rounds, they did not decide the outcome.

During this period, all the immortals and Buddhas with great strength rushed into the Lingxiao Palace.

All of them looked at Wutian and Sun Wukong without blinking.

Although he was fighting fiercely just now, he looked like he was in sight of victory. If Sun Wukong loses, everything will be useless.

"There is still half an hour, which is the day when the number of fixed numbers arrives. Wukong cannot win on time. The three realms will continue to rule by Wutian for 33 years. At that time, it will be a disaster for us and even the three realms."

Zhen Yuanzi spoke with a calm face.

The faces of the immortals and Buddhas became much darker.

Cao Yi smiled secretly in his heart.

This can be said to be one of the layers of this great disaster.

If Tathagata is the commander behind the scenes, Zhen Yuanzi is the commander in front of the stage.

He spoke at this time, and no matter how he looked, he seemed to force Sun Wukong to death.

Sure enough, Sun Wukong's offensive was much more violent, and he was completely ignoring life and death.

Wu Tian was a little troubled.

There is still a last quarter of an hour before the arrival of a fixed number.

Zhen Yuanzi couldn't sit still: "At this point, I have to tell the truth."
Chapter completed!