Chapter 343: : deliberately

The Heavenly Immortals Buddha is using the sky mirror to observe the changes in the government.
Lingshan, the Buddha looked at the scene in the heavens, and everyone was shocked.
"Those ghosts are really bad guys!"
"How did Monkey King do it!"
The death of the city is the biggest hidden danger of the government. There is no way to deal with it, but Sun Wukong has solved the hidden dangers and loopholes of the three circles by virtue of his own power.
"Buddha, what is the method used by Sun Wukong?"
Asked an ancient Buddha.
"The power of heaven."
The Buddha answered four words.
He asked Manjushri: "What exactly is that Wanling map?"
"The disciple does not know."
Manjushri answered.
"That Sun Wukong is using the spirit map to transform the soul."
Buddha sighed, "It’s really a natural talent."
This kind of supernatural power is shocking.
That is the real heaven. When he saw it today, he realized that the life of the three realms changed.
Sun Wukong has a heavenly way to subvert the fate of the three realms.
That is not power, but the source of power, the real rule.
"Good."
The Buddha sighed softly.
It is extremely difficult to do this by letting the ghosts in the city die and work for the local government in exchange for the opportunity to reincarnate.
But Sun Wukong did it.
In this way, Sun Wukong is added to the merits of the local government, and it will be even more difficult to deal with him in the future.
When the Buddha read this, he counted it and suddenly he was surprised.
"still have a chance."
There is still a chance for the King of Bodhisattva.
The Buddha looked at the past.
The ghost gates were closed, and the ghosts were stopped after surgery.
The city has already vanished, leaving a ruin.
The chill in the heart of the Tibetan king penetrated the whole body.
"Great Saint, please remove the map immediately!"
He said to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong looked at him: "Do I have to withdraw?"
"Then it will be withdrawn by poverty."
The Tibetan king Buddha placed the tin can on the ground and took a palm to the sky.
The golden palm print ignited the flames of Sanskrit and bombarded the spirits.
Sun Wukong looked up and took back his sight.
In the blink of an eye, the palm prints through the map of the spirits, firing in the sky, igniting a fierce flame.
"what happened?"
The Tibetan king of Bodhisattva looked at the surprise.
His spells did not even touch the map.
"You made a mistake."
Sun Wukong replied: "The spirit map is just the appearance of heaven, just like the reflection in the water, the real spirit map...
He paused: "It's me."
Whether it is the Tiangong, the East China Sea, or the Wanling map here, it is only his reflection.
"Destroy the map of all spirits, there is no other way than to defeat me."
Sun Wukong said again.
"Thank you for your doubts."
The Tibetan king reached out and grasped the tin cane.
"Good."
He meditated, then lifted the tin cane and forced it into the ground.
A light door opened behind the king of the earth, such as the abyss of the devour of all things, countless black mud poured out.
When Sun Wukong looked at the light door, he knew what it was.
Folklore, the tin can of the King of Bodhisattva, can open the door to hell.
The endless curse swarmed out like a vast black wave, and the tsunami rushed toward Sun Wukong.
"Sun Wukong!"
The sound of the king of the Tibetan kings sounded: "You make a ghost, destroy the ghost town, I will expel you!"
"It seems to be right."
Sun Wukong stood in the same place, letting those black muds come in: "But you are not qualified to judge me."
He didn't have any movements, but there were invisible walls around him. Black mud came from him and couldn't invade him.
The Bodhisattva of the Tibetan King once again lifted the tin cane, and used a force to poke, and a light door opened, from which there was an endless blood lake.
That is the blood lake formed by the fruit of the and the karma. The merits and demerits cannot be resisted. As long as they are contaminated, they will be ruined.
The Tibetan king is staring at Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong is even more powerful. He is also an outsider. The Nether World rejects and does not welcome any outsiders.
Here, Sun Wukong can't go all out.
"Add some more strength and you will be able to drive him out!"
The King of Bodhisattva mobilizes mana, and the tin can in his hand makes a heavy voice.
In the sea, Sun Wukong looked at the blood and gradually spread to his feet.
"It's worth it."
He didn't want to lose because of the small size, so he reached out and took the golden hoop.
"scatter!"
As soon as he waved his hand, a gust of wind swept over, and all the black mud and seas were forcibly torn by the wind and flew out.
The air around Sun Wukong swayed and regained its clarity.
The two light doors that opened the tin cane were also closed by the wind, and no matter how the King Bodhisattva was motivated, it could not be opened again.
Sun Wukong looked at the Tibetan king. "Do you really want to be an enemy with me?"
The Tibetan king sighed and picked up the tin cane and stepped out: "Emperor, please..."
Before the words were finished, the Dizang King was a flower in front of him, and a huge impact hit the tin cane, and he flew out with his staff.
"Please please."
Sun Wukong held the golden hoop and stood in the place where the Tibetan king was standing.
As the landlord of the land, the king of the earth is vast, but he is not good at fighting people.
Sun Wukong shook his head and his feet slammed into the ground. The figure appeared in front of the standing Tibetan King, and the golden hoop was swept away. Quickly can't see the action at all.
A loud bang of the "Boom", the Bodhisattva of the Dizang was bombarded into the sky.
"How……"
The Tibetan king felt the sound of the wind in his ear. Before he could see the body shape, he saw the surrounding, and a familiar atmosphere appeared behind him.
"Do not……"
His words have not been finished, and a huge force came from behind.
It was also a "bang", he was shackled and there was no resistance.
"hiss"
Seeing the king of the earth as a meteor fell to the ground, the ten temple king could not help but a cold breath.
This is not a battle at all, but a unilateral bullying!
"The demon monkey... is terrible!"
No wonder no one can block Sun Wukong, he is really too strong!
In the blink of an eye, the Bodhisattva of the Divine King before the landing was shot by Sun Wukong.
He was beaten by Sun Wukong in the air like a ball. This scene made countless Xianfo violently thunder.
"There is no reason for this, no reason!"
Ten islands in Shizhou, the fairy people are also surrounded by the sky mirror, looking at the situation of the land.
The immortals are so mad, how can the demon monkey be so humiliating to the great and compassionate King Bodhisattva!
"Why don't Buddha resist!"
The temperament of the fire star Xingjun was shocked and angry.
"Buddha may be deliberate."
Wang Lingguan said: "He is the Lord of the Nether, and Sun Wukong treats him like this, and he will be countered by karma."
Fire Dexingjun’s eyes lit up:
So, how long will Sun Wukong be crazy?

"That is natural."
Wang Lingguan nodded: "Bodhisattva must increase his karma and take the opportunity to drive him out of the land."
It’s just that he’s strange in his heart. The golden hoop of Sun Wukong has been seen by him. How can he be weak today?