Chapter 342: : Change the Three Realms

Under Guanghua, in the dead city, countless ghosts flew up and rushed toward Wanling.
The tenth temple king looked at this scene, and his eyes widened like a ghost.
"How, how is it possible!"
They never thought that Sun Wukong actually played the idea of ​​a ghost in the dead city.
Those who are dying, since the establishment of the government, there is no solution, within the three realms, there is no perfect way to deal with it.
But Sun Wukong actually thought of the method!
"The answer we couldn’t find for tens of thousands of years, then Sun Wukong actually, actually..."
The kings are stuttering.
It is really unbelievable that Sun Wukong wants to turn the deceased into a ghost.
"No, impossible, this must be fake."
Qin Guangwang said with a trembling voice: "How can he turn ghosts into ghosts! These miracles, the Emperor can not be realized!"
The other kings listened and calmed down.
That's right, how can this miracle happen!
Their eyes stared at the mirror tightly, eager to see the scene of Sun Wukong's failure.
However, their hopes of fullness soon became ruined.
Under the Wanling map, some people began to appear and fell to the ground one by one.
Seeing those figures, the kings are exposed to the hustle and bustle.
"We must be dreaming?"
The five senses were dumb and said.
However, at this moment, no one has the heart to attach to him.
Falling on the ground is a strange group of ghosts.
"See Heavenly Emperor."
When they just fell to the ground, they bowed to Sun Wukong sincerely.
Sun Wukong’s gaze swept past. These ghosts are very different from the jailers of the local government. Apart from the looming figure, the appearance is the same as the mortal.
After wearing them for two hundred years, the costumes of the Wanling Kingdom made Sun Wukong unable to express a memory.
"The land that I have ruled is solemn and solemn."
Sun Wukong spoke and said: "You will be in charge of good and evil in the future. When justice is strict and clear, and the light is clear, you must not make a fool of yourself."
"Respect."
The ghosts are in unison, the sound is calm, and there is not much emotional fluctuation.
"Go on standby.!"
Sun Wukong waved, and the ghosts immediately took the lead and flew away.
Sun Wukong immediately turned and faced the West.
There, the Bodhisattva of the Tibetan King rode to the Senlu Temple.
I heard that I flew halfway and suddenly stopped.
"The big robbery of the Monkey King is really a catastrophe in the Three Realms!"
Its teeth suddenly trembled.
"what happened?"
Asked the Bodhisattva of the Dizang.
"I heard the voices of those ghosts."
I heard that: "I have heard of the Three Realms and I have never heard such a voice."
There is no joy, no sorrow, no anger, no sorrow, no one can think, no emotion.
"Puppets, they are like puppets!"
The sound of listening was a little shivering.
"Buddha, let's run!"
I listened to the proposal.
For the first time in life, it felt fear.
That is the fear of the unknown and force majeure.
"Why do you want to run?"
The Buddha asked indifferently.
"The Sun Wukong, not that we can fight!"
He heard that: "He is the devil. He has the power to turn the three realms into puppets!"
It was heard from Sun Wukong, and as long as he thought, he could turn all beings into puppets, just like these ghosts.
This kind of horrible existence can naturally escape.
"Amitabha."
However, the King of Bodhisattva did not escape. He listened to it and patted it: "If this is the case, let's go."
"Buddha."
Hearing to the Tibetan King Bodhisattva.
"I am compassionate."
The Tibetan king said: "You say so, I can't let Sun Wukong go."
He took a step forward with a tin can, and there was a lotus bloom at the foot, and his body was radiant.
The golden Sanskrit lighted up on him, and the Buddha light emerged.
The cold sky of the land is illuminated by gold.
The Dizang King walked toward the Sen Luo Temple, and every time he took a step, the breath would be a strong one.
This scene is like a sky wrath, and the ghosts that are sensitive to Buddha light cannot resist.
The ground, the blood sea, the mountains, the eighteen layers of hell, all the evil spirits trembled on the ground.
That is the true gesture of the dynasty king who ruled the land. His lifelong practice is to bloom with Buddha light, and his power is unparalleled, and he goes straight to the Three Realms.
Sun Wukong quietly watched the Tibetan King Bodhisattva step by step.
The dazzling light did not have any impact on him.
"Emperor."
The Tibetan king is approaching.
Unexpectedly, he admitted the identity of Sun Wukong in his first sentence: "Can you just stop here and leave the land?"
Sun Wukong is a little funny: "Do you think it is possible?"
"Not impossible..."
The Tibetan king still wanted to persuade, but was interrupted by Sun Wukong.
"You don't look any longer?"
Sun Wukong said: "Look at what I am going to do next."
The Tibetan king still really does not know what Sun Wukong is going to do: "Please also ask the Emperor to give pointers."
"What I have to do..."
Sun Wukong turned to look at the ghost gate, and thousands of ghosts have been distributed in every angle of the city.
"First of all."
He smiled a little: "...destroy here."
As soon as these four words came out, the whole city collapsed in the roar.
Streets, long pavilions, and Tuen Mun, all buildings are like tofu, destroyed by unknown forces, and collapsed.
Numerous rubble stones scattered around the King of the Dig, and the smoke rose high to cover the sky.
Outside the ghost gate, the ghosts looked at the scene with horror, and the whole city had no other sounds except the collapse of the rumble.
The Dizang king clenched the tin cane in his hand, and waited until the smoke disappeared, only to see that thousands of ghosts were braving the strange light.
"That is……"
"All the way."
Sun Wukong laughed: "Sure enough, the government can also use!"
The heavenly figure of the spirits also shines with joy because of his laughter.
The face of the Tibetan king gradually faded: "Why are those ghosts, why are there such power?"
The tenth temple king, at this moment, fell to the ground.
The ghost gate was destroyed by those ghosts in an instant!
It was just a small ghost in the dead city, how suddenly they mastered such a terrible spell.
Nothing is more daunting than this change!
"What did Sun Wukong do!"
The kings know the difficulty of spiritual practice in the Netherworld, and the more fear in their hearts.
How can there be such a thing, how can there be such a monster.
What did Sun Wukong do to those who are dying?
Even the most familiar with the landlords, they can't fully understand how Sun Wukong did it.
"Ha ha ha..."
Sen Luo Dian, Sun Wukong laughed happily.
He is really happy because his test has been successful.
The Wanling Heavenly Way is not the heaven of Taoism. As long as you have wisdom, you can transmit and display the corresponding spells.
And he brought back the wisdom of the small world.
"can do it."
The light in the eyes of Sun Wukong is bright and hot.
"Two hundred years..."
He looked at the picture of the sky: "I can change the Three Realms!"