Vol 2 Chapter 197: : Than quantity

"died."
The flame passed Sun Wukong. He looked at the place where the furnace was located, and could no longer feel the breath of the woman.
The woman died, and turned into silver and white flames burning in the vast chaos. The sky was dazzling, and wherever she passed, the sky was split, the mountains and the sea were painted, and the magical axe shaped the vast land.
The earth is covered with mountains and crests, and everything appears in the fire. For thousands of years, water springs gush and turn into rivers and seas.
Sun Wukong was standing in a deserted cemetery, looking around, the sky was dark and misty, and he could no longer see the chaotic scene.
"small world."
Sun Wu thought in the hollow, this land exudes the distant breath of death, the old blood, the immense power, just like a huge life, which makes people breathless.
"Daxian, are they all right?"
Sun Wukong's consciousness swept away and caught the breath of the three realms.
They were separated thousands of miles away, and at the moment were trapped in a swamp, and nothing happened.
Sun Wukong's consciousness spread all the way, the land was vast and boundless, and even much larger than the Three Realms. Those fleeing supernatural creatures were locked in this land.
They were trapped in different places, and some of the sun was shining, and everything was dried up. Some snow covered the sky, and the cold wind was fierce like a tiger.
But Sun Wukong's cemetery was silent, with only some ancient bones scattered around, whining in the wind.
"Every bone around you was once the hegemon of one world."
A voice sounded in the sky, Sun Wukong looked up, and saw the eight figures floating in the clouds, the immortal glory breaking through hundreds of millions of miles, and shining in the sky.
"These overlords died here and became our power."
An old man with a bare beard said, "Soon, you will be one of them."
"I don't like your approach."
Sun Wukong held up the golden hoop.
This land is weird, like a dry sponge that can absorb the power of all beings.
Sun Wukong can feel the fascination of his body losing quickly.
This is the Dafa of the undead, taking everything and creating it, but he is displeased by Sun Wukong.
"In such a place, I can smash it with a hit!"
Sun Wukong said.
"Hahahaha."
The undead laughed: "This land is built by the nucleus of countless horoscopes. Have you ever thought how many gods die here?"
Along with their laughter, the sky roared, the infinite light poured out, and the continuous dark clouds burst into waves, turning into a vast silver wave.
Sun Wukong looked up. There were silver waves everywhere in the sky. Each wave was a heavenly soldier holding a sharp sword. It was an undead army.
"Here we are the masters!"
The undead shouted, "You will be swallowed up by this wave!"
In a moment, the boundless undead army bombarded the ground.
Sun Wukong's eyes ignited warfare, and his golden hair was stained with silver in the wind.
"wave?"
He grabbed a ray of monkey hair: "I'm the wave!"
The next second, a golden light spread on the earth, the immortal fairy light rushed up into the sky, turned into a burst of brilliance in the sky, and in the rumbling of the sky, the ground that was hit was shaking.
"Are those undead serious?"
Ten thousand miles away, Zhenxian Zhenxian watched the light burst in the sky: "They want to compare the number with the wise brother?"
This is the stupidest attack he has ever seen.
The brilliance in the sky collided in the sky, like the exploding stars, covering the sky and the sun, rumbling and shocking.
This is a trembling battle, vast and horrifying, every shock of light shakes the space and resounds for nine days!
"We made this world, the gods of this land."
The sky was burning in the flames of war, and the undead Emperor shouted, "Sun Wukong, in this world, you are doomed to fail!"
"boom!"
Sun Wukong responded to them with a gold hoop.
There was a loud noise, the silver wave capsized, and countless heavenly soldiers fell in all directions, like a starry rain covering the sky.
Zhenyuan Daxian was almost hit by the soldiers.
After avoiding in time, he looked into the sky.
"Yao Emperor, how long can you say those undead people can sustain?"
He asked.
In the sky, the temples and temples of Xianxian appear in the dark clouds.
Each immortal palace exudes immortal majesty, endless warfare gathers together, and the terror is shocking.
But Zhenyuan Taixian believed that Sun Wukong must win in the end.
"This way of fighting, Sun Wukong will definitely lose."
Emperor Yao looked at the sky and said: "This land is a cemetery, and the fairy power consumed will become the power of those immortal emperors."
He knows the current situation better than Zhenyuan Daxian. Sun Wukong's fighting like this will only consume his power in vain and make those immortal emperors stronger.
"Compared to him, let's worry about ourselves!"
Emperor Yao pulled out his long sword. In the place where Tianbing fell just now, Tianbing stood up again.
"This heaven soldier is not much weaker than you."
Emperor Yao said coldly, "Those immortal emperors who created such a large piece of land will inevitably consume a lot of money and will not let any supplements go."
They were all flying bugs that fell into the trap and had to be drained before running.