Vol 2 Chapter 126: :Winning and losing

A hidden spell, it is hard to beat the Buddha.
He soon found a tree in the mountains, with dense foliage, as if a Buddha voice was flowing.
Buddha read a spell, his body became smaller, and he plunged into a dense branch.
On a small piece of green leaves, the attic and dew are generally the size.
Buddha pushed open the attic gate.
Shami is pounding the wooden fish inside, seeing him, and getting nervous again.
The Buddha had a French seal and was photographed on the doorpost. The vibrating loft suddenly stabilized.
Shami’s face was white.
The Buddha put down his hand and said, "I have no intention of harming you."
He sat down in front of Shami, and the lotus rose in the ground and held him.
Shami stared at him.
"I have a lot of wisdom, I can tell you."
Said the Buddha.
Here, calm.
On the other side, the fierce battle is rare.
The sky is trembling, the sea of ​​fire is raging, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses are fighting fiercely, and there is fire everywhere.
Jade Emperor Sui Jian guards the center, Jianguang is full of sky, collapses the void, all the Buddhas are avoiding, no one can resist his attack, but when he is hit by Jianguang, he will not fall from the sky.
Tianbingtian will fight in the cover of Jianguang. They will be eager to fight, just like the chariot crushing the sky and banging.
In the fierce war, there was a loud noise on the surface.
Several hundred meters high peaks suddenly tilted and collapsed, and many reborn Buddhas were pressed to the ground.
Among the rolling rocks, the gods rushed out.
When he saw that there were no giant peaks around him, he asked the Qinghua Emperor: "Where is the Buddha?"
"A thousand miles away."
Qinghua the Great replied.
The dazzling brilliance shrouded his body, and he continued to separate the incarnations to cope with the numerous unexpected situations on the surface.
Gou Chen slightly frown: "Who can help?"
"No need to worry."
Qinghua Emperor shook his head and said: "The Buddha's mana is boundless, he has trouble, we can't help."
Gou Chenyi thought it right, so he said to Qinghua, turned into a silver rainbow and rushed to the sky.
Many buddhas can't escape, they are all pierced and fall from the sky.
With the addition of this silver rainbow, the flames of war became more and more fierce, and the fire was like a curtain, and the shouts and screams were intertwined.
The white sages were well prepared, and the buddies were still losing.
The gap in combat power is absolute, but he doesn't care too much.
No matter what, as long as the Buddha can be born again, he will win the war sooner or later.
The white sages turned their attention to Sun Wukong.
"You have to fight the gods, but they are not good."
The White Sayādaw said: "If you give it back, let me recreate a war god."
"It doesn't belong to you, what is the word?"
Sun Wukong swayed, and the fire was shining, and it became a picture of the spirits hanging in the air.
The layers of all spirits surround the Sacred, and Jin Cancan is like a bird cage, exuding vast powers.
The white sage looked at it at a glance, but could not see any signs of attack. Instead of saying that these sacred figures blocked him, it would be better not to want him to interfere in the battlefield.
The White Supreme did not take the blockade seriously, picked up his words and took advantage of Sun Wukong’s attack while stimulating him with words.
But Sun Wukong turned a deaf ear to what he said.
While maintaining the map of the spirits, he used the attack to find the true body of the white sage. However, the white sages were not taken lightly, and there was no trace of it from beginning to end.
The stalemate of the two musk, both have nothing.
White Sayādaw shook his head: "You waste time, how many Heavenly Soldiers will fall?"
His words have not been finished yet, and the Buddha's voice on the ground suddenly stopped.
The white man looked down and finally changed his face.
"Qibaochi, why stop resurrection?"
His voice was passed to the attic.
In the attic, Shami is squatting down to the Buddha.
The question of the White Lord's question sounded in his ear, but he did not get his reply.
The Buddha got up and said to Shami: "Your talent is extraordinary. If you study under my door, it will be a positive result."
Shami replied: "I wish to live in Shamen."
It seems that it has sensed its will, the attic roars, and the outer clear spring gradually shrinks over, and the blooming lotus flower blooms and then disappears.
After that, there is no more lotus on the surface.
"You use the Qibaochi to resurrect the Buddha."
In the sky, Sun Wukong put the golden hoop against his shoulder and said to the white man who smiled and laughed: "Now, it doesn't listen to you."
The white man's face is white and full of heart.
How could this be, his Qibaochi has been rebellious?
This makes the white clothes unbelievable, the life of the Qibaochi comes from him, life and death are between his thoughts, even if the Buddha is forced, it will not be mutinized.
"What strategy did you make?"
The white lord asked Sun Wukong, he believed that there must be a reason inside.
"No tricks."
However, Sun Wukong replied: "I guess the Buddha is easier to get along with than you."
If he is Qibaochi, he will definitely go to the Buddha.
At least, the Buddha’s words have not progressed to such an advanced stage.
The white man's face was so heavy that the change of the Qibaochi was entirely from the Buddha.
How can a small Buddha be so convinced?
The white sage is full of puzzles.
However, after he did not understand, he calmed down.
"I can give Qibaochi Shentong, I can take it back."
Sayādaw in white said: "I am the Emperor."
"But that takes time."
Sun Wukong shook his head: "They will end the war before the Buddhas are born again."
The white sages heard the words and looked at the battlefield again.
The Buddhas are no longer born again, and they are immediately discovered by the people.
Where the celestial beings will let go of this opportunity, screaming and launching a storm, the flames cover the sky like a sea, and the lotus squad is broken.
"Bold!"
The white sage took a shot and wanted to leave the blockade.
How did Sun Wukong let him out, and immediately rose.
The golden hoop is quickly enlarged in the air, with the power of the tyrant to kneel down to the white sage, the sound is fierce, and the sound of the surrounding battlefield is suppressed.
The white sorcerer's law collapsed and then gathered again and was completely suppressed by Sun Wukong.
"No more let us shoot, this war will be defeated."
A voice suddenly sounded on the white sage.
A few rays of light emerged, and a vortex appeared in the void.
The white sages then caught the light and the vortex disappeared.
However, Sun Wukong saw it.
He pulled away and looked at him sharply.
"Do you have a bead?"
How can he forget the familiar atmosphere of the enemy.
The white sage looks deep.
"But it."
He looked up at Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong did not become a of war. If he let the beads come out, even if he won the war, it would not make much sense.
"My Van Gogh heaven is far from here, and all the immortals have not arrived."
The White Sayādaw said: "Sun Wukong, this battle is your victory, and one day, we will fight again."
He finally looked at the many Buddhas still fighting, and turned into white light disappeared.