All the immortals and Buddhas in the sky are using the sky mirror to observe the changes in the underworld.

In Lingshan, all the Buddhas looked at the scene in the realm of heaven, and all the seats were shocked.

"Those ghost messengers are really ghost messengers!"

"How did Sun Wukong do it!"

The City of Death is the biggest hidden danger in the underworld and there is no way to deal with it. However, Sun Wukong actually solved the hidden dangers and loopholes in these three realms with his own strength.

"Buddha, what exactly is the method Sun Wukong used?"

An ancient Buddha asked.

"The power of heaven."

The Buddha answered four words.

He asked Manjushri Bodhisattva: "What is the whole picture of all spirits?"

"Disciple doesn't know."

Manjushri Bodhisattva answered.

"Then Sun Wukong uses the All Spirit Map to transform the dead souls."

The Buddha sighed, "It's really a genius born and raised."

Such supernatural powers are terrifying.

That was the real way of heaven. When he saw it today, he understood why the fate of the three realms changed.

Sun Wukong has the way of heaven that is enough to subvert the fate of the three realms.

That is not power, but the origin of power, the real rule.

"Good."

The Buddha sighed softly.

Let the ghosts in the city of Wudian work for the underworld in exchange for the opportunity to be reincarnated - even if they think of this method, it is extremely difficult for them to do.

But Sun Wukong did it.

In this way, Sun Wukong will be more difficult to deal with him in the underworld.

When the Buddha thought about this, he calculated his fingers and suddenly felt shocked and suspicious again.

“There is still a chance.”

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva still has a chance.

The Buddha looked over.

At the Gate of Ghost, the ghost messengers stopped after casting spells.

The city has been destroyed, leaving a piece of ruins.

The chill in Ksitigarbha's heart penetrated his whole body.

"Great Sage, please remove that picture immediately!"

He said to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong looked at him: "Why don't I retreat?"

"Then let me quit."

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva put the tin staff on the ground and patted a palm into the sky.

The golden palm print ignited the flames of Sanskrit and bombarded the Wanling Map.

Sun Wukong looked up and then withdrew his gaze.

In a blink of an eye, the palm print passed through the Wanling Map, exploding in the sky, and igniting a fierce flame.

"What's going on?"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva looked over in surprise.

His magic can't even touch the Wanling Map.

"You made one wrong."

Sun Wukong replied: "The All Spirits Map is just the manifestation of the way of heaven, just like a reflection in the water, the real All Spirits Map...

He paused: "It's me."

Whether it is the Heavenly Palace, the East China Sea, or the Wanling Map here, they are just his reflections.

"The destruction of all spirits is nothing but defeating me."

Sun Wukong said again.

"Thank you for answering your questions."

Ksitigarbha reached out and held the tin staff tightly.

"Good."

He recited silently, then held up his tin staff and inserted it into the ground forcefully.

A door of light opened behind Ksitigarbha, like a huge mouth of the abyss that devoured all things, and countless black mud surged out.

Sun Wukong looked at the light gate and knew what it was.

According to folk legend, the tin staff of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva can open the door to hell.

Endless curses swarmed out from it, rushing towards Sun Wukong like a huge black wave covering the sky and tsunami.

"Sun Wukong!"

Ksitigarbha's voice sounded: "You have created a ghost messenger privately and destroyed the ghost town, and I will expel you!"

"It seems that everything is right."

Sun Wukong stood there, letting the black mud surge: "But you are not qualified to judge me yet."

He did not move at all, but was like an invisible wall around him. Black mud rushed from him, unable to invade and contaminate him at all.

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva raised his tin staff again and poked it hard. Another light door opened, and an endless lake of blood surged out of it.

That is the blood lake formed by the karma and karma of hell. The merit barrier cannot be resisted. As long as it is contaminated with the body, it will be endless.

Ksitigarbha stared at Sun Wukong.

No matter how powerful Sun Wukong is, he is still an outsider. He rejects the underworld and does not welcome any outsider.

Here, Sun Wukong cannot do his best.

"Add some more strength, you will definitely drive him out!"

Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva activated his magic power, and the tin staff in his hand made a heavy sound.

In the sea of ​​blood, Sun Wukong watched the blood gradually spread to his feet.

“Well.”

He didn't want to lose his big picture because of a small loss, so he stretched out his hand and held the golden cudgel.

"Split!"

With a wave of his hand, a strong wind swept across, and all the sea of ​​black mud and blood were forcibly torn apart by the stick wind and bombarded out.

The air around Sun Wukong was swaying and the Qingming Festival was restored to its rebirth.

The two light doors opened by the tin staff were also closed by the wind. No matter how Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva activated it, it could not be opened again.

Sun Wukong looked at Ksitigarbha, "Are you really going to be an enemy of me?"

Ksitigarbha sighed, picked up his tin staff, and stepped out: "Emperor of Heaven, please..."

Before he finished speaking, Ksitigarbha's eyes flashed in front of him, and a huge impact force hit the tin staff, knocking him away with the staff.

"Please, please."

Sun Wukong stood at the place where Ksitigarbha was originally standing with the golden hoop.

As the lord of the underworld, Ksitigarbha has great supernatural powers, but he is not good at fighting with others.

Sun Wukong shook his head, stepped on the ground with his feet, and his figure appeared in front of Ksitigarbha King who had just landed and stood firm. The golden cudgel swept past again. It was so fast that he couldn't see the movements clearly.

With a loud "boom--" sound, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva was bombarded into the sky.

"How……"

Ksitigarbha felt the sound of wind in his ears. Before he could stabilize his body and see clearly around him, a familiar breath appeared behind him.

"No……"

Before he could finish his words, a huge force came from behind.

Another "boom" sound, he was smashed hard, without any resistance.

"hiss--"
To be continued...