Chapter 407: : Can go home

Without any words, the battle begins.
The wind blew from the sky, and the clouds were swayed like waves.
The combination of Gou Chen and Qinghua Emperor is bound to be a sea and a huge momentum.
The light of the sacred sacred air screamed from the top of the aunt and the head of the Kath, and there was a fierce collision with the eight Bodhisattvas.
The surrounding Lohan was trembled and flew.
"Look at me!"
A light drink rang, and the sky rushed into the blazing light of Sanskrit.
Among the light, the shackles of the scorpion became bigger in the sky, and they pressed the past to God.
"It is the ancient Buddha."
Qinghua Emperor rushed outward.
"It's tricky!"
Gou Chen thought, the epee hit the fly, followed by the Qinghua Emperor, and did not stop.
The red light appeared at high altitude, and the ray of light was hidden for a moment.
This change allowed everyone to unfold the body of God.
The huge red clouds rise from the sky, with numerous sparks flying around.
The heat wave is like a shock wave sweeping over the Great Emperor Chen.
With a bang, the splendid and sacred shackles behind him were shattered in the heat.
Gou Chen stabilized his body shape in the heat wave and barely raised his head.
Above the sky, Sun Wukong is fighting the Buddha.
The battle between the two stirred up the turmoil, and the heat waves that erupted from time to time seemed to be as violent as the world.
"Your Majesty, don't let the flames spread to the mortal world!"
Qinghua Emperor shouted at the high altitude.
"it is good!"
Sun Wukong held the golden hoop stick straight into the sky, and there were countless swords and shadows around him. The sword front bloomed and the endless shot to the Buddha.
That is the strongest robbery sword of the Jade Emperor.
Sun Wukong has completely mastered it, and the sword shadow is glory.
It is almost impossible to catch the traces of those swords.
But Sun Wukong still relies on the golden hoop.
He ran away and disappeared without a trace.
The next moment, the huge pillar of fire tore the dark sky and roared to the Buddha.
The golden hoops are wary, murderous, and everyone under the tremble.
The battle against God was stopped immediately.
"Minute·····"
However, the avenue is in the sky, and the slogan of Buddha shakes the world.
His body suddenly separated, one in life, and then turned into a million figures, and countless Sanskrit flashed in the sky.
The gust of wind swept the sky, and the swords of the sky screamed at the same time, turning into a stream of meteors that were sucked by those Sanskrit.
In the violent explosion, there was a thick smoke in the sky.
It has become a land of shackles and nothing can be seen.
When everyone returns to the sky, the sky is full of golden lotus.
It is the lotus of the Buddha. Every one of them is Sanskrit, and it is the embodiment of himself. It is not born or destroyed.
When the lotuses opened, the figure of the Buddha disappeared.
"Sun Wukong, pick me up!"
The cold voice of the Buddha sounded, and a golden dragonfly appeared in the sky.
Jin Hao quickly enlarged and turned into a giant mountain and went to the suppression of Sun Wukong.
"It's good."
Sun Wukong laughed and made a big stroke. The huge pillar of fire was like a magma casting, and it was drawn toward the golden dragonfly.
"铛"
The gold hoop and the gold cymbal hit, shaking the world, and the endless waves in the sky.
The horror of volatility swept through the battlefield and swept past everyone.
In the midst of a huge shock, countless Luohan’s clothes were shattered, and a distant peak was also annihilated after a loud bang.
Everyone sucked in a cold air.
After the impact, they all looked at the two rounds of the sun in awe.
Sun Wukong and the Buddha are still fighting.
In a short time, no one has the upper hand.
The two battlefields are intertwined with Sanskrit and Sanskrit, as if they were constructing a legal system, which is vague and majestic and heart-rending.
Gou Chen wants to go up and help, but only after moving forward, I will retreat.
His power was weakened on it. Except for Sun Wukong and Buddha, there seems to be no need for the power of a third person.
"He doesn't seem to need my help."
Gou Chen retired to safe airspace and said: "What is the significance of our two guards?"
"Our meaning is not here."
The Qinghua Emperor replied that it was extremely costly to intervene in the battle between Sun Wukong and the Buddha.
"Your Majesty hopes that we will control Lingshan and stop the people here from leaving, so that they can rebuild the Spiritual State. Can you understand?"
Qinghua the Great asked.
Gou Chen can understand this.
"It turned out to be."
The purpose of Sun Wukong is Xi Niu Hezhou.
The entire Lingshan was encircled, and the Buddha hoped to circle Sun Wukong here.
At the same time, however, Sun Wukong did not want to circle the people of Lingshan, and it is convenient to win the West Cow Hezhou?
"interesting."
Gou Chen feels that this battle is getting more and more interesting.
Sun Wukong gambled the future of Xi Niu Hezhou on him and the Qinghua Emperor. The bet is so big that there is no more challenging than this.
"This is not a simple job."
Gou Chen thought about it and rushed to the eight Bodhisattvas.
The battle is burning.
The light produced by the flame lights up the sky of the whole northern Luzhou.
Under the blushing night, Zhenyuan Daxian flew over the mountains and landed on the banks of the river.
He released the self and the Qing Yuanzi.
"here is……"
He has got up and looked at the river that can't see the side in front: "Tongtianhe."
Zhenyuan Daxian nodded.
"The time is up, rise!"
With a command, the roar of the Tongtian River.
A city surrounded by blisters rises slowly from the bottom of the river, like an ancient monster that wakes up.

Building a mobile city on the sea floor, I am really a genius!

Looking at the city, Zhenyuan Daxian couldn't help but feel a little proud.
After the city rose, the blisters also disappeared.
Numerous rays flew out from the inside and fell in front of Zhenyuan Daxian.
"Big fairy."
The Cow Devil eagerly asked: "Can we act?"
Zhenyuan Daxian looked around at the densely-knit Wanling people, and everyone looked at him with fiery eyes.
"Are you ready?"
"All right!"
The Wanling people answered with the same voice.
"If this is the case..."
Zhenyuan Daxian raised his brow: "Let's go home!"
In the dark night, the eyes of countless people light up in an instant, flashing on the banks of the river.
"Home, our home!"
"Wanling Country!"
"We can rebuild the Spirit State!"
The people of Wanling said in their hometown that they missed, and felt the blood burned from the body.
Zhenyuan Daxian looked at the face of Zhang’s joy, a warm and shuddering feeling swept through the body, as if returning to the distant, ruined home.
"go!"
He waved his hand: "Let's go home."
In the night, a light singing voice rang.
The song with a long memory, sweeping through the entire Western Niu Hezhou.
The Wanling people lurking in various countries looked at the past.
After waiting for many years, they will be able to go home soon.