Due to the huge gap between him and Tathagata's true cultivation level, Wutian's failure was doomed from the beginning. All the efforts he made in the past thirty-three years were actually nothing more than unwillingness to be Tathagata's puppet, struggling to the death.
Wutian, the person involved, knows this better than Cao Yi, the outsider, but he is just a little unwilling to accept the reality.
"Leave here immediately while I'm still here. If it's too late, it'll be too late."
Wutian suppressed the coldness at the corner of his mouth, and cast his slightly dim gray eyes in the direction of Nantianmen.
There, a life-and-death, extremely fierce fight has begun.
The monsters he collected from the corners of the four continents were far inferior to the immortals and Buddhas who had lived for countless thousands of years and had rich cultural heritage. Even with these thirty-three years of crazy resources, Stacking is far from enough.
There are big monsters who have wild ways, and big monsters who have been famous for many years fall down. Weapons and magic weapons were taken away or beaten to pieces.
A hybrid Dapeng with seven thousand years of Taoism and a saber-toothed tiger spirit with ten thousand years of Taoism were torn into pieces by the immortals and Buddhas.
In this life-or-death situation, no mercy or discipline matters anymore.
"Since I said I would see you off, I will naturally stay with you until the last moment."
Cao Yi also cast his gaze in the direction of Nantianmen.
Wutian has always been a person who doesn't say anything twice, and he didn't say anything after hearing what he said.
After a while, several immortal Buddhas and Sun Wukong joined forces to break the Nantianmen's unparalleled defense, and then the righteous masters behind them poured into the Heavenly Palace like a flood.
"kill"
The long-awaited black robe led the demon army and the spirit army, shouting and fighting out of the endless building complex of the Heavenly Palace like a wave, fighting in a melee with the equally large army of justice.
Various magic weapons were thrown at each other as if they didn't want money, and various magical powers with terrifying power were bombarded with each other. People kept falling down, and people kept dying. The scene was extremely chaotic and shocking to the extreme.
"Black Robe"
Sun Wukong shouted loudly and jumped out of the crowd, holding a golden hoop and pointing at the black robe.
The black robe suddenly raised his head, his eyes were red, and his blood was boiling all over his body, as if he was a demon from hell. He was tricked by Sun Wukong last time in the Mongolian Realm, and died miserably.
After his resurrection, he always wanted to settle accounts with Sun Wukong.
"Sun Wukong, I want to fight you to the death."
The black robe roared and rushed towards Sun Wukong, waving the iron staff in his hand and drawing terrifying chains of order.
"Monster, you have done many evil things, today is the day you fall."
Sun Wukong also rushed forward.
As soon as the two of them fought, Black Robe, who had made little progress in thirty-three years, was at a disadvantage. He missed a few moves, and his strong body fell suddenly in front of Sun Wukong.
"You fell down before I even exerted any force."
Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel and shook his head in disappointment.
Since the last time he swallowed the relic, his cultivation has been increasing day by day, and he can no longer experience the hearty fighting before.
On top of a pile of hideous and messy corpses, the black-robed man with blood flowing out of his seven orifices looked at Sun Wukong hatefully, and his vision became blurred.
Thousands of years ago, he was just an insignificant little snake. His life was like an ant, and he could disappear at any time. Until he met Wutian, he jumped into a dragon and completed the ultimate leap in the level of life.
But no matter how hard he tried, he could not meet the requirements of Wutian Buddha.
"Buddha, I let you down"
After the last thought came out of Hei Pao's mind, he fell into darkness forever.
Black Robe's death in battle became the last straw that crushed the demon army and the spirit army.
Suddenly, countless people lost their will to fight.
"Invade the Lingxiao Palace and welcome back the Buddha"
Sun Wukong was like a sharp knife, crashing into the army of demons.
In an instant, the demon army was torn apart.
From several other gates, under the leadership of Nezha, Yang Jian and others, the righteous masters also successfully broke in.
The giant scorpion died in the hands of Yang Jian and Tang Seng, and her soul was penetrated. Even Wutian could not revive her.
Yingyao died under the joint efforts of Zhu Bajie and Nezha.
Other great demons, such as the green-haired lion, were killed by a bodhisattva's palm.
The majestic and noble Lingxiao Palace.
After all, Qiao Ling'er was not Tathagata. When she heard the movement outside, her excitement was beyond words, "Wutian, we've already reached this point, why don't you run away?"
Wutian glanced at Qiao Ling'er coldly, "If I were you, wouldn't I be able to laugh at all?"
Qiao Ling'er was confused, "What do you mean?"
Wutian stopped taking care of Qiao Ling'er.
Cao Yi explained for Wutian: "What Buddha Wutian means is that the true spirit of Tathagata Buddha has returned, and there is no need for you, a substitute, to exist."
"Substitute" Qiao Ling'er was stunned for a moment. Instead of her face falling, she said calmly: "I have put life and death aside, as long as I can eliminate you, the devil, what does it matter if I die?"
Cao Yi couldn't help but look at Qiao Linger a few more times.
After traveling so many worlds, there are not many people who really look down upon life and death.
"He doesn't take life and death lightly, his true spirit is not complete and is similar to a puppet."
Wutian spoke.
At the same time, grab it with your hand.
Qiao Ling'er's sea of consciousness opened up.
An incomplete, somewhat hazy true spirit flashed past.
"I see"
Cao Yi suddenly realized.
There was an earth-shattering bang.
The door of Lingxiao Palace was knocked open.
Sun Wukong, holding a golden hoop in hand, took the lead and rushed in.
"Linger"
"Elder Sun"
Qiao Ling'er showed a happy expression.
Seeing that Qiao Ling'er was fine, Sun Wukong felt relieved and turned to the indifferent Wutian, "Wutian, your death has come."
"The majority is useless, let's fight"
Wu Tian took action boldly.
Sun Wukong took action at the same time.
Compared to the huge disparity last time at the Donghua Dijun Dojo, the two were evenly matched this time. After hundreds of rounds, the two still couldn't tell the winner.
During this time, all the famous immortals and Buddhas poured into the Lingxiao Palace.
All of them looked at Wutian and Sun Wukong without blinking.
Despite the fierce fight just now and the appearance of victory in sight, if Sun Wukong loses, everything will be in vain.
"There is still half an hour until the day is determined. If Wukong fails to win on time, Wutian will continue to rule the Three Realms for thirty-three years. At that time, it will be a disaster for us and even the Three Realms."
Zhen Yuanzi spoke calmly.
The faces of the immortals and Buddhas all turned pale.
Cao Yi smiled secretly in his heart.
This person can be said to be one of the planners of this catastrophe.
If Tathagata is the conductor behind the scenes, Zhen Yuanzi is the conductor in front of the stage.
When he spoke at this time, it looked like he was forcing Sun Wukong to risk his life.
Sure enough, Sun Wukong's attack was much more fierce, with a style of fighting that completely disregarded life and death.
Wutian felt a little tired.
There is still a quarter of an hour before the scheduled time arrives.
Zhen Yuanzi couldn't sit still: "Now that things have happened, I have to tell the truth."
All the immortals and Buddhas looked at Zhen Yuanzi.
