Vol 2 Chapter 133: : Endless Heaven

The chaos roars, the sky trembles, and the two avenues confront each other, presenting a sea of ​​fire like a scroll.
The White Sayādaw looked up to the battle in chaos and looked like a fire. He didn't know what he was thinking.
The place where he is located is called Fanjing Mountain. His mountains are like bells, and the flowing Ruixia fragrance is extremely magnificent. The towers are stacked, the temple is heavy, and the mountains are full of light.
"Supreme."
A screaming and screaming, the two golden bodies of Luohan fell in the sky, and said: "The battle outside the sky is too intense, and the Buddhas have no way to approach."
"It's ok."
The White Lord replied: "Let them back first."

Why not let us go?

There is also a sound.
The white sage turned his head, and a lotus flower bloomed in front of his eyes, revealing a bodhisattva wearing a scorpion, or a solemn treasure, or a ray of light.
"The Emperor of the Sui Dynasty is unparalleled, the gods are invincible, the Buddhas can't get close, only we can help him!"
The Bodhisattvas said: "Let's go."
The white sage looked at these bodhisattvas.
These bodhisattvas are like the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty. They are not the people of the Van Gogh Heaven Court, but the great supernatural powers from the chaotic domains.
These people are his strongest reliance and the strongest force in heaven.
White Sayādaw shook his head: "Let's wait."
The Monkey King has not reached the limit yet, and the Bodhisattvas are too dangerous now.
Losing a bodhisattva is a huge loss for him.
"Let the Emperor delay again."
The White Sayādaw said: "He can force Sun Wukong to the limit, maybe you don't have to shoot."
There was a burst of laughter on his chest.
"The Emperor Sui saw us, but I was afraid to avoid it. The Sun Wukong, though not likable, had the courage to act and dare to confront us."
The laughter said: "The Emperor Sui can not win the Sun Wukong."
The white sages are not moved: "The Sui Emperor evaded them, but they were afraid of killing them."
"Does he still remember the hatred of the past?"
The beads are sorry: "No wonder I have been unable to improve him."
The White Lord banned the voices of the beads.
"Noisy."
His words made the Bodhisattva on the side look subtle.
The Bodhisattvas have not interrupted, and then they said: "The Sayādaw, there is a strangeness near the heavenly court, I am afraid that the undead people are lurking."
"Let us help the Emperor!"
They asked the fate: "If those undead people take shots and help Sun Wukong, I am afraid that they will regenerate."
The undead people are some of the aliens left by the Hongmeng world. They are not ghosts. They are even opposite to the Van Gogh Heaven Court. They set up pharmacies, search for treasures everywhere, and recruit some great supernaturals.
Sun Wukong has also entered their field of vision.
"Supreme, those undead people are against Sun Wukong..."
The Bodhisattvas wanted to say it again, but they were interrupted by the White Lord.
"There are some scattered celestial beings near the heavenly court, so don't worry."
He said: "The undead people and Sun Wukong are like a fire and will not help him."
The Bodhisattvas were horrified, and Sun Wukong and the pharmacy had long been in contact, why did the white sages say so.
But the white robes are omniscient and omniscient, and they must know the truth and say these words.
The Bodhisattvas accepted and retired.
The white sages looked to chaos, and the battles between the two heavenly emperors continued there, across the infinite star river, and countless buddies were implicated and turned into light rain.
"He is sublimating."
The white sages look at the people, and the Emperor Sui is pushing Sun Wukong to the extreme and sublimating into the of war.
This battle is a clear-cut, upright, unavoidable, and successively displayed, and finally, Sun Wukong is willing to gamble and surrender, surrendering to his feet.
"Go to the light door."
The White Lord did not forget to make a new child on the board.
In the chaos of the rumble, a huge Jinyun flew up, and the banner above it, it is necessary to step through the void door.
Sun Wukong, who is in a fierce battle, saw that the golden hoop made a glaring brilliance.
"Eat me!"
He waved a stick, the glory of the glory, the golden flames overwhelming, rushing to the distance to block the Buddha.
The flames, like the ocean, straddle the chaos, flew away, and there was no one to escape.
In an instant, countless light rains fell from the sky.
However, Emperor Sui’s Tianjian blocked a part of the flame. He suddenly appeared in front, cut the fire with a sword, and protected some Buddhas into the void.
The expression of Sun Wukong sank.

Why protect them?

He asked coldly.
Emperor Sui is not a person in heaven, even if he is an enemy, Sun Wukong can understand.
But he couldn't accept the Emperor's protection of the Buddhas. When the Emperor knew that the Buddhas had left, they would bring war to another Star Palace.
"Can I think that I am not only an enemy of me."
Sun Wukong asked coldly.
Emperor Sui slightly frowned, and then nodded: "This is the right people."
Sun Wukong couldn't help but laugh.
A shocking warfare rose from him, and the gods were so powerful that the sacred characters of the sacred words appeared on the golden hoops and spread to the whole body.
"It’s weird!"
Sui Emperor’s heart glimpsed and quickly set up the sword.
The next moment, Sun Wukong waved the golden hoop and slammed it over.
This stick, which is as long as a thousand miles, is as heavy as Taishan. It seems to be the same as usual, but when it fell, Emperor Sui discovered that something was wrong.
A vast and terrifying war was overwhelmed, and he was erected with cold hair. The sword screamed and swayed, as if it were sorrowful and broken.
"No!"
Emperor Sui wanted to avoid, but did not think that the horrible warfare formed a strong field, twisting the space, so that his feet seemed to take root.
"Boom"
The golden hoop hits the Emperor Sui, and the sound of horror is heard. All kinds of light are annihilated in chaos.
This blow, shocked the ancients and the present, so that the white clothes are shocked.
But he quickly calmed down.
After the golden hoop, in the twisted chaos, a figure appeared, it is a perfect Emperor, like a war god, blood red light is heart-rending.
"What is this trick?"
Asked by Sun Wukong.
Emperor Sui was unscathed, but the white clothes were swayed by blood, like a armor.
Those bloods are very strange, like curses, and blessings, giving off a shuddering breath that seems to be more terrifying than any heaven that Emperor Sui has shown.
Sun Wukong looked at it with a fire, and could not see what it was.
Sui Emperor looked at the blood of his body, but his heart was a tremor.
He remembers the light.
These blood is not his spell, but the imprint of the millions of people after his world is shattered. In the tide of time, he has forgotten its existence.
Unexpectedly, millions of years have passed, and it still protects him.
But what about it?
His people are already dead.
Emperor Sui lifted the sword, and there was no light in the scorpion: "These are not important anymore."
He has nothing, only this sword.
Endless heaven, once created a world.
And now, they only sing for the sword.