Prehistoric: The supreme human race, abolishing the throne of Nuwa

Chapter 230 Patriarch Bodhi appears, Sun Wukong’s dilemma

The setting sun is like blood, blending with the red earth, making it sad and beautiful.

In the sky at this moment, the blood-red color after the explosion announced the end of an era, the end of the Haotian era!

Sun Wukong is like a divine ape, showing his divine power, stepping on the sky, shattering stars, killing the emperor of heaven, moving the stars, and using his own power to achieve eternal fame.

At this moment, the world is silent, and even the wind carries the heart-stopping smell of residual blood.

"tick"

A drop of bright red blood fell high in the sky, redder than poppies. The wind started, and the strong wind blew across the sky, making a whimpering sound.

Sun Wukong looked around the wasteland, and Pi Lian's murderous intention surged in the mountains and rivers, like the peerless demon emperor, washing away the humiliation with the blood of the Emperor of Heaven.

"Roar!"

He stretched out his neck and arms, and a deep voice came out from the depths of his throat. The sound rippled across the sky, and all the clouds in the sky were torn apart, and the accumulated violence was released.

This sound makes people's hearts palpitate, their souls tremble, and even time and space freeze slightly. It has a strange power.

At this moment, the blood in the whole body is boiling, and the explosive muscles bring out the natural beauty of strength. The terrifying veins lie on them, as ferocious and protruding as Sun Wukong. Hu Hezhe wins the bloodbath at this moment.

"bang"

Just as Sun Wukong roared and exposed his ferocious fangs, the Emperor of Heaven's head was crushed with a bang, his skull shattered, white bones intertwined with snow-white brains splattered, and blood scattered, presenting a bloody scene.

Everyone was shocked!

"He killed Haotian, it's amazing! And it was Haotian who was blessed with the power of heaven!" The strong among all races only felt fear.

"This time, he really became famous in one battle."

It is conceivable that Sun Wukong's fame will sweep across the four continents, shock ancient and modern times, and become a legend among the monkey tribe.

From this moment on, no one calls him a monster monkey or a hozen anymore. He only has one good name: Monkey King!

Finally, Sun Wukong's roar gradually spread throughout the world. He turned his head and looked in the direction of Kongtong Mountain, nodding slightly in thanks.

He knew that it would not be easy to kill Haotian this time. If the Human Race Supreme had not secretly helped, Haotian might be the one standing here to show off his victory at this moment.

In the distance, Chu Feng nodded and said, "Congratulations, Monkey King."

After dealing with Haotian, Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel, summoned the somersault cloud, and headed straight to Xiniu Hezhou. The battlefield there was not over yet.

At this time, the news of the murder of the Emperor of Heaven swept the entire prehistoric period.

"Haotian is dead?" Guanyin retreated and turned to look in the direction of Nandanbu Prefecture, feeling horrified in his heart.

"Sun Wukong is really powerful, he can even kill Haotian."

The strong Buddhists who followed the Tathagata laughed.

Not far from the battlefield, a six-eared macaque with sharp eyes stood on an empty ruins, stepping on an upright stone with one foot, squinting and murmuring: "Can he kill Haotian? How is it possible?"

"The Emperor of Heaven is dead!"

Marshal Tianpeng, General Curtain Curtain and all the heavenly soldiers and generals were shocked in their hearts, but they were soon covered up by endless anger.

They wanted to kill Sun Wukong at all costs, but with the restraints of Tathagata and other Buddhas, they could not escape. Even the six-eared macaque was sought out again by a Bodhisattva who did not want him to escape.

The three major forces, Tathagata Buddhas, Guanyin Buddhas, and Heavenly Generals, are fighting like a raging fire. It is difficult to decide the decisive battle in a short time. At this moment, Haotian is dead, and all three parties have shown their power.

Haotian and Sun Wukong are over. Once Sun Wukong returns to the battlefield, the victory here will be destined. The end of this battle will be when Sun Wukong returns!

"We must kill Sun Wukong and stop him outside the Great Thunder Sound Temple, otherwise we will be in danger!"

Manjusri Bodhisattva shouted angrily, took out his hand with a walking stick, and successively killed the Buddhas who followed the Tathagata. He had already been red-eyed from the killing, but now he came to his senses because of Sun Wukong's roar. Now everyone knows the positions of Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang. When Sun Wukong, who can kill Haotian, returns to the battlefield, who can stop him?

"Just contain Sun Wukong, at least for a moment. When we suppress Tathagata, this battle will be over!" Guanyin was also shouting.

Tathagata took action brazenly, sneered again and again, and said: "Guanyin? Wukong is not something that the people around you can deal with. Are you asking them to die?"

"Is it your turn to talk nonsense? Go to hell!" Guanyin was furious.

The two strong men were fighting fiercely in the nine heavens. The fight was in full swing, with terrifying power bursting out and fresh blood spilled.

Both of them were injured, but they were minor injuries. With the same strength and a full explosion, it was not easy to kill each other.

At this moment, Nandanbu Prefecture.

Sun Wukong sensed that the battle in Daleiyin Temple became more and more fierce, clearly capturing the scene of Tang Sanzang's bloody battle with the Buddhas.

He was angry and wanted to fight back with a golden cudgel. Now that he had acquired a new holy slaughtering technique, his combat power increased dramatically, and he was many times more powerful than before.

Buzz!

The void not far away was accompanied by violent fluctuations, which attracted Sun Wukong's attention. He suddenly looked around and saw an old man with white hair in Taoist robes appearing.

The old man was holding a fly whisk in his hand, accompanied by two little Taoist boys, with an immortal air and Taoist bones. There was also white mist lingering around him. The mist and haze turned into soaring clouds, and the fairy spirit was ethereal.

The appearance of this old man quickly attracted the attention of the powerful men of all races, because they sensed the pressure that this man invisibly exuded, which was extremely terrifying.

Sun Wukong was startled, looked at it intently, and was overjoyed. He quickly tore up the rags on his body and wiped the blood on his body. He quickly stepped forward to see the gift. He was surprised and shouted: "Master."

This old man is Sun Wukong’s first master, and he is also the good corpse of Zhunti—the ancestor of Bodhi!

"I've met Senior Brother Wukong." The two little Taoist boys greeted him at the same time.

"Hey, hey, hello, junior brother, hello, junior brother." Sun Wukong returned the gift happily.

It had been many years since he had seen his junior brother from Xianyue Sanxing Cave, so he was naturally happy.

It's a pity that all the treasures around him were smashed by Haotian, otherwise he would definitely have to give some magic weapons to the two junior brothers.

"Wukong, you have achieved a lot in your studies over the years." Ancestor Bodhi stepped forward and stretched out his right hand to caress his head.

Sun Wukong did not resist and said with a smile: "Master has not come down from the mountain for many years. Is it because he knew that his disciple had just killed the Emperor of Heaven, so he came here?"

"Yes and no." Patriarch Bodhi smiled.

Hearing these words, Sun Wukong was startled. He thought of the scene when he was learning martial arts, and subconsciously touched his head, which had been knocked three times.

Patriarch Bodhi said bluntly: "I came here today as my teacher in the hope that you can return to Heavenly Buddhism and suppress Tathagata and Tang Sanzang."

"This" Sun Wukong's smile disappeared and his face became stiff.

He was suspicious, his body slightly hunched back silently, his eyes evasive, and he scratched the monkey hair on his face countless times with his left and right hands.

Sun Wukong has respected his teachers the most since he learned art. Patriarch Bodhi is his master, and Tang Sanzang is also his master. But now that Patriarch Bodhi has made such a request, Sun Wukong, who has always been decisive, is in a dilemma.

"How will he choose? Due to the Buddhism of Heavenly Way, Tathagata and others will definitely lose, but if they don't agree, it will be interesting."

All the tribes in the wild are watching, and they are also curious about what choice Sun Wukong will make.

(End of this chapter)