Lingshan, Buddha is brilliant and brilliant.

"Buddha."

A holy monk walked into the main hall: "You Yiling Officer and the True Lord of Yi Sheng want to pay homage to you."

"I know what they are going to do."

The Buddha said, "Let them go back and report to the Jade Emperor that there will be a Dharma Assembly today, so I will not be able to travel."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was puzzled.

After the holy monk left, Guanyin Bodhisattva walked out: "Buddha, why don't you go there in trouble at this moment?"

“You can’t go.”

Buddha answered.

Guanyin asked again: "Isn't the opportunity that the Buddha has been waiting for now?"

"Not long ago, the number of days suddenly changed."

The Buddha sighed: "The great catastrophe of the Heavenly Palace is unavoidable, and I cannot change whether I go or not."

As soon as these words were spoken, all the Buddhas were shocked.

"Why did the Buddha say this?"

Someone asked incrediblely: "Can you become that great saint, who is even more powerful than Buddha?"

“This is not that simple.”

The ancient Buddha Randeng calculated his fingers and said, "The problem is not the level of force."

The Buddha nodded: "I can no longer see through Sun Wukong."

Sun Wukong is gifted, but his practice is still shallow, and his merits are far inferior to him, and he cannot surpass him in terms of force.

However, Sun Wukong suddenly caused a drastic change in the number of days. The Buddha only calculated the surface for a while. He didn't know what would happen in the future, so he should be cautious and be a bystander.

"You don't have to worry."

In a worrying whisper, the Buddha said: "The great catastrophe of the Heavenly Palace is a fixed number. I cannot predict whether it is good or bad for all living beings in the three realms, but..."

He stopped and looked around the Buddhas.

"After this battle, my Buddhist sect will surely prosper."

In his calculations of the future, at least this is certain.

He looked up at the Heavenly Palace, as if he could see the scene of the immortals flying everywhere in the Heavenly Palace.

"Amitabha……"

The Buddha narrowed his eyes.

The turbulent years of the Three Realms are about to begin.

In the Heavenly Palace, the war has burned outside the Tongming Hall.

Emperor Ziwei eventually lost to Emperor Qinghua, leaving only countless heavenly soldiers and generals to set up formations in front.

Sun Wukong walked over slowly with Emperor Qinghua.

The soldiers looked at the stick in his hand and their bodies shivered.

The immortal Mantian rushed from behind and looked at the two of them walking towards Tongming Palace with a serious expression.

"No, it's time for us to take action."

Beidou Xingjun said: "If we don't take action, the Heavenly Palace will be destroyed!"

Everyone felt unprecedented heavyness.

They rushed towards Sun Wukong.

"Sun Wukong!"

In front of Tongming Hall, the general guarding the gate was shouting: "You really want-"

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wukong raised the golden cudgel and waved it lightly.

The general guarding the gate and the countless soldiers behind him were instantly blown away by the stick wind.

Sun Wukong's golden cudgel rod was cast and swung a big circle, forming a hurricane behind him. When the immortals who were swarming in touched the wind, they vomited blood and flew out one after another.

They stood up struggling and suddenly saw the Tongming Palace, which was burning in the middle of the fire, destroying the palace.

"Qinghua, look forward to them!"

Sun Wukong left a sentence and stepped through the ruins of Tongming Palace.

The immortals were so angry that they wanted to catch up with him, but were stopped by Emperor Qinghua and could only witness Sun Wukong walking forward slowly.

Rubber and rubble kept shattering and falling beside him. He stepped by the fire and stepped onto the long steps of the Lingxiao Palace.

A path made of flames stretched under his feet.

Under the flames, it seemed to be the invincible figure of Sun Wukong, wearing a scarlet battle robe.

Sun Wukong looked at the golden palace.

He has arrived at the choice of fate again, but this time it is different.

"Sun Wukong."

The Queen Mother stood in front of Lingxiao Palace with a cane.

"Don't kneel."

Sun Wukong said softly: "Get out of here."

He didn't hate the Queen Mother. Although it was a temporary mistake, she was not a bad person by nature.

The Queen Mother was stunned. She finally plucked up her determination. How could he know what she was going to do?

"Sun Wukong."

The Queen Mother took a breath and said, "If you hurt Your Majesty, the Three Realms will be in chaos, and this is also your expectation..."

Sun Wukong's eyes slightly, and before she could finish speaking, she swept over.

The flames whizzed out from the golden cudgel. Before she could touch the Queen Mother, her body was pushed out by the air waves and flew outside from afar.

When the Queen Mother got up and looked over, she could only see the Lingxiao Palace burning.

As the flames rose, Sun Wukong was about to go in, but saw a man walking out.

That's the Jade Emperor.

He looked at Sun Wukong and saw the falling fragments and flames around him as if nothing had happened.

"I didn't expect you to get to this point."

The Jade Emperor said.

Sun Wukong smiled: "Can you change the word?"

The Jade Emperor was stunned, then lowered his face: "Do you want to destroy the Heavenly Palace?"

"What do I say yes?"

Sun Wukong asked back.

"Bold—"

Suddenly two huge voices came.

Immediately afterwards, two figures pierced the clouds and broke through the wind and fell from the sky.

Sun Wukong looked up and was slightly surprised.

Not Buddha.

Gou Chen and Huangjiao Immortal joined hands and fell between Jade Emperor and Sun Wukong.

"You monster monkey, you are still not surrender!"

Gou Chen angrily waving his heavy sword, turning into a white light, and rushed towards Sun Wukong like lightning.

Sun Wukong greeted him with a stick.

The intersecting swords and rods were like thunder explosions. The bursting air waves stirred the wind and clouds, and the strong wind rolled, tearing the clothes of the immortals hundreds of meters away.

With a clang, Sun Wukong rose into the air with the help of the impact, and his arms were slightly hurt.

"interesting--"

Sun Wukong stood in the sky, showing an interesting expression.

He looked at Gou Chen and the butterfly effect continued to expand once it was produced.

After waking up, Sun Wukong did not leave a drop of sweat in the battle.

He sootheed his wrist, but he didn't expect to be impacted by Gou Chen.
To be continued...