Vol 2 Chapter 141: : wear your hand

The white sage looks at the gods.
The gods are boiling and boiling, and the heavenly roads are extinguished and born in the inside, presenting thousands of visions.
A vast atmosphere is formed in it, and the heavens and the earth are resonating.
Suddenly, a light and shadow rushed out of the sky, shining like a river of heaven, rushing to the white clothes.
"Sun Wukong!"
The white sages have the resistance in the future, the bangs are loud, the body stunned, and they were blasted out, rumbling into a star palace and smashing deep pits on the ground.
He flew from the deep pit and his body seemed to be broken.
"Good!"
The white man looked up and there was a sun in the chaos that rushed toward him.
It was Sun Wukong, and he was full of body, blooming Ruiguang, and his hair was shrouded in fire.
A imprint appeared on his head, magnificent, shining like the sea, illuminating the whole chaos.
All the sun and the moon in Van Gogh's heavenly courts seem to be roaring, madly rushing to Sun Wukong, forming an immortal ring around him.
"That is the of war in the van Gogh!"
Everyone flashed this thought.
The glory of Sun Wukong seems to burn everything.
On the chaotic battlefield, no matter which side of the power, at this time, they forgot the battle and were taken away by Sun Wukong.
"What kind of light is that!"
Someone hurried away and said: "I have a few more eyes, as if the soul has been swallowed!"
"Be careful, that's a big horror, nothing can compete with it!"
Others stayed away with him.
The of the of war has an unspeakable demon, and all the power in the world will be swallowed up by it.
Sun Wukong stopped at the top of the Star Palace, and his eyes were smooth and warlike, like two clusters of fires beating.
"Congratulations."
The white man looked up at him: "You got the vanguard."
Sun Wukong laughed, laughter runs through the heavens and the earth, and the mountains and rivers are shaking.
"As you wish, I became a of war."
Sun Wukong clenched the gold hoop and the palm of his hand sprayed the flame.
At this moment, the power of the entire Van Gogh heaven court is in his hands and is called by him.
"It's stronger than I thought!"
Sun Wukong raised the golden hoop and poured new strength into it.
"We fight again!"
Sun Wukong swayed down, chaos rumbling, such as millions of light rain falling, any light will lose color.
The white sages lifted their shackles, and the dazzling golden light bloomed in the sky, and it became a huge barrier, covering the sky.
The impact of terror is instantaneous, such as the slamming of the waves on the shore, the shocking white sorcerer's eardrum creaking, the divine power is turbulent, my heart is blank.
"It grew so fast!"
The white man's face changed dramatically and turned into a golden light.
Sun Wukong took the stick and chased the past. The horror of the atmosphere swept the Star Palace. He slammed the white sage, and every stick could pick up the hot fire and smash everything on the ground.
One mountain after another turned into ashes, the earth cracked, and countless megaliths were bombarded and flew into chaos.
All the buddies in the Star Palace are screaming and escaping.
There was a bodhisattva who couldn’t help but rushed out.
"The demon monkey, Hugh is awkward..."
He was still chanting, and the aftermath of the fire wave swept away. The botanical body of Bodhisattva suddenly burst and turned into a flame.
This is a battle that immortals can't get close to. How many people have passed and how many people have fallen.
Sun Wukong’s war is arrogant, and the golden hoop in his hand is unmatched.
His rapid attack, the sea of ​​fire and the sun, the mountains, the rivers and seas are burning, the stars in the palace are painted with charcoal, as if the end of the world.
The white robes are slightly frowning.
"This can't be done!"
There is no real life in this star palace, and those fallen souls will be born again in the treasure pool, and they will not die.
But this is the perfect bliss he has built so hard, and it can't be destroyed.
"Sun Wukong, come with me chaos!"
The white sage flies away from the stars.
Sun Wukong followed closely, the golden stick illuminates the chaos, the roar of the roar, the flames of war shattered the void, spreading millions of miles.
This battle is really a catastrophe, and the ghost is crying.
Sun Wukong chased the white robes in a million miles, destroying the mountains and rivers, sweeping the chaos, the golden hoops rolled up the heavy fire, the power did not see any attenuation.
He has been in Lien for ten days, without a trace of exhaustion and constant power.
"How can there be such a powerful of war in the world!"
Everyone who witnessed this battle was afraid of the power of Sun Wukong, but could not help but sigh.
But in the end, Sun Wukong stopped the attack.
The reason he stopped was not exhaustion, but...
"Uninteresting!"
Sun Wukong frowned slightly and said: "You are more boring than the Emperor, and have something to do, and quickly make it out!"
His full-fledged warfare, the white sages hiding in hiding, made him quite unhappy.
The white sage turned and looked and then nodded slightly.
He has been feeling the power of the Brahma God of War. By now, there are counts in my heart.
"If you want me to make the real thing, pick me up."
The white sages explored the giant palms, and they were very incomparable, and they covered the past with Sun Wukong.
The giant palm suddenly became bigger in the void like a sea. In just one moment, it shined with five colors of light, with a terrible power, covering Sun Wukong.

Wuxing Mountain?

Sun Wukong looked up at the five colors of light and almost laughed.
The laughter had not yet sounded, and he suddenly changed color.
A vast expanse of heaven descended from the sky, drowning on him, almost bound all his power.
"what?"
Sun Wukong was discolored, and a loud bang was heard. Wuxingshan collided with him.
The two violent collisions, the sound of the sky, the billions of rays, drowning chaos.
Sun Wukong used a gold hoop to resist the palm of the hand that was constantly falling, and the piercing roar was heard at the impact.
The of war on his body was dimmed, and the endless power seemed to disappear in front of the vast Tianwei.
Wuxing Mountain is constantly falling down.
"You don't have to be surprised."
The voice of the White Sayādaw sounded from a height: "When the God of War is strong, how can you offend Tianwei?"
He has been waiting for Sun Wukong to become a of war, precisely because he holds the jade of the Van Gogh Emperor.
At this moment, the white sages urged the power of the jade, used the horrible Tianwei to suppress Sun Wukong, weakened his power, and let him surrender.
"Become a of war, you are destined to surrender to me!"
The white sages sipped and increased their strength. The five colors of light were released, and Sun Wukong was to be suppressed.
"The same tricks are not effective for me for the first time. What about the second time?"
Among the five colors of light, Suddenly, the sneer of Sun Wukong was heard.
The white sage was slightly surprised.
"I said what it is."
Sun Wukong laughed loudly: "You have been working hard for a long time, just for this trick?"
The voice just fell, the five elements of the mountain, the disappearing God of War print once again emerged.
Its brilliance is even more flamboyant than before, and the war is full of passion.
The white sages felt strong pressure coming from the palm of their hand, and he had to suppress it with force, but he could no longer control it.
"I am going to wear your hand!"
Sun Wukong laughed loudly, and the golden light was flaming, running through the Wuxing Mountain.