Chapter 325: : Willing to drive

"How did the younger brother feel as if the whole person has become different?"
Zhenyuan Daxian silently looked at Sun Wukong. Just a glance at the sight made his heart tremble, but he couldn’t tell what it was.
It was only a moment, but he seemed to see the vicissitudes of a hundred years.
"Weird things, weird things."
Daxian thought so in his heart, and then squeezed a handful of water on the star.
"Oh, ah!"
The water star is not cold and jumped up: "Da Xian, what do you pinch me?"
"I can't help myself."
Daxian’s absent-minded answer, the line of sight still looks ahead.
Li Tianwang was flattened by Sun Wukong without accident.
Finally, the shining golden hoop squatted, and the violent impact of the loud noise, Li Tianwang fell from the clouds like a meteor.
The flaming flame wrapped his body, and the celestial being stood in the clouds, witnessing the figure falling to the dust.
"It has to be two hundred years to see him."
Several people sighed.
"How come you say it again?"
"Don't you say that?"
The immortals were puzzled and did not feel so shocked and sad about the fall of Li Tianwang.
Anyway, he can't die either.
After Li Tianwang’s fall, no one in West Tianmen could resist Sun Wukong.
Not long after, Taiyin Xingjun appeared in front of Sun Wukong.
"Great Saint."
The Emperor Zhenwu also flew over: "I will help the Taiyin Star."
Sun Wukong stretched his hands and feet, his head became more and more awake, and naturally showed the action he had done.
He took out the banana fan and winded it up.
In the next moment, both figures were flung out and could not see the figure.
"I want to give up a few times before giving up."
He sighed and then frowned slightly.
How many times has he fanned?
"headache."
Sun Wukong touched his head, and many things were stuck in it, and it was not completely absorbed.
"Forget it."
He turned and flew to a palace.
Shui Dexing’s heart feels a little, familiar sigh:
I don’t know which immortal official is unlucky, I was found by him...

Halfway through, he suddenly felt a shock.
"No, that is my home!"
Shui Dexingjun provoked an unprecedented speed to chase after Sun Wukong: "Da Sheng, etc. can't be embarrassed this time!"
"Can't you be this time?"
Other immortals face each other, and they seem to have a feeling that they have to be home by Sun Wukong.
All the immortals reacted, and they all rushed home to move things.
Tiangong, burning everywhere, the raging fire, the dust and smoke, everywhere is the collapse of the rumble.
Sun Wukong turned into the demon of the Heavenly Palace, and smashed all the palaces that prevented him from advancing.
But he met his opponent at the Miaoyan Palace in the East.
The nine colors of Qinghua Emperor turned into thousands of lotus flowers, but the soft light shines like a thousand sharp edges, and the empty sky surrounds Sun Wukong, and the breath is amazing.
However, Sun Wukong did not fall to the bottom of the wind. Numerous golden hoops danced in the air, and the rumble of weapons and fairy blasts thundered like thunder, becoming the only sound between the world.
The Tianbing, who was not far enough away from the station, was immediately thrown out by the aftermath of the turbulent waves, and the defensive formation was blown away.
"How did he have such a supernatural power!"
The body of Qinghua, who was shocked by the golden hoop, was numb.
The Qinghua Emperor became more and more shocked, and did not know why, Sun Wukong seems to have any breath, and he has suppressed him.
At this time, Sun Wukong faltered and retired.
"The Great."
Sun Wukong made a noise and just asked him if he could hear the sound of the flame. When it came to his mouth, it became another sentence.
"Come help me."
The Qinghua Emperor was caught off guard, and his figure stopped in the wrong place: "What are you talking about?"
Sun Wukong fixedly looked at him, his eyes flashing.
The memory seems to have been blown away by a corner of the dust. A familiar scene emerges from his mind. It is a scene of a middle-aged man guarding a teenager walking side by side on the ground.
That sentence is naturally said from the mouth of Sun Wukong.
"You told me that if I have a request, I will never die."
Qinghua Emperor was shocked and stunned.
"you you……"
He couldn't have said this, but this sentence is inexplicably familiar. Sun Wukong said that he did not feel ridiculous, but instead faintly took it for granted.
What the is this guy?
Qinghua Emperor looked at Sun Wukong with shock.
When they met for the first time, how could he shake his heart like this?
Is it something behind him?
When I was playing against Sun Wukong, the Emperor of Qinghua felt that the atmosphere behind him was different.
After Sun Wukong finished this sentence, the existence behind it became more and more obvious.
"What the is that?"
Qinghua Emperor is happy to look at the past.
"How... how could it be..."
He finally saw it.
That is a picture.
Sadness, hatred... all kinds of wills are intertwined, guarded behind Sun Wukong.
That is heaven.
The heart of Qinghua Emperor shook.
The next moment, a ray of light suddenly shot from the arms of Sun Wukong.
Both are a glimpse.
The light flew to the eyes of Qinghua, and was blocked by the nine-color lotus.
It was a crystal teardrop.
"Good and strong..."
Qinghua Emperor looked at the teardrops, the power of a small drop of tears, but almost pierced the nine-color lotus.
However, before the Qinghua Emperor breathed a sigh of relief, Sun Wukong suddenly had a bright light in his eyes.
The light shone a little, and it rushed out, combined with the teardrops, and instantly pierced the lotus, and shot into the eyebrows of Qinghua Emperor.
The pupil of Qinghua Emperor suddenly smashed.
Two hundred years of time, like a river, lingering from his eyes.
He remembered, the days of the companionship.
In order to spread the fairy tales, he and the saint walked through the bustling city, walked through remote villages, and walked through the infertile land.
As long as people are willing to ask them for advice, regardless of men, women and children, they are willing to teach immortals.
Together they face the martyrdom, experience the storm together, and harvest the rainbow after the rain.
That was the two people I used to be familiar with, traveling in another world.
The Qinghua Emperor remembered the eyes of the pair of smiling smiles, the new land.
The smile of Wanling is simply the most beautiful thing in the world.
Two lines of tears whispered from the eyes of Qinghua Emperor.
He dropped his hands.
"Yes, it turned out to be..."
Qinghua Emperor looked at Sun Wukong.
After a long time, he bent over and handed his hand: "Chen will do his best to protect your heavens and squat."
Sun Wukong is already a true Emperor.
Even if no one in the Three Realms knows him, he is another world, the sacred and noble Emperor of Heaven who bears the will of all beings.
Everything in the Three Realms, a unique ruling.
Sun Wukong smiled: "Get up."
Like the Qinghua Emperor, he remembered a lot of things.
Although I don't understand why the two Qinghua emperors will be one, the thing that matters now is not this.
"What are you going to do?"
Qinghua Emperor got up and asked.
Sun Wukong turned and looked at Ling Xiaobao Temple: "The mistakes made can no longer be committed..."
If Xiaofeng is telling the truth, then two hundred years later, there will still be problems in the Three Realms.
In order to ensure the stability of the order of the Three Realms, the authority of the Jade Emperor cannot be divided.
"I want to be the Emperor."
Said Sun Wukong.
Qinghua the Great, and then handed over: "I am willing to drive."
This is not in line with his immortality, but this is the path of Sun Wukong to save the three realms, and only him.
Sun Wukong turned and walked to Lingxiaobao Temple.
Qinghua Emperor lifted his foot to the past.