"Buddha, who is this person worthy of your personal greeting?"

At the foot of Lingshan Mountain, Heipao asked the question that had troubled him along the way.

He really couldn't understand who else would deserve such attention from the Buddha.

After all, in today's Three Realms, it can be said that Buddha covers the sky with one hand.

Those rebellious people in Lingshan Mountain who were unwilling to convert to the Buddha were all cut off by the Buddha with three flowers on their heads, five qi in their chests, and imprisoned in the dark abyss of the underworld.

And those loose immortals also hid and hid, not daring to violate the Buddha's taboo.

Who could it be?

"Sun Wukong." Wutian said calmly.

"What? Sun Wukong!"

A look of confusion appeared on the black-robed face.

How could Sun Wukong be so virtuous that he deserved to be welcomed by Buddha himself?

From Heipao's point of view, it was just a lucky monkey. If it hadn't been for the help of Nuwa's Sky-Mending Stone, he wouldn't be playing in the mud cave now.

What's more, with the monkey's urinary properties, he is probably still living happily in Huaguo Mountain at this time, and he will not care about the life and death of Buddhism.

Moreover, the Buddha's reputation has spread throughout the three realms, and now countless demons are entrenched around Lingshan, waiting to be favored and supported by the Buddha. If Sun Wukong wants to come to Lingshan, it may not be a matter of time.

No, what is that!

The black robe's eyes widened.

Because in the void ahead, a black vortex filled with the aura of chaos suddenly appeared.

Among them, the outline of a phantom gradually became clearer.

"Sun Wukong!"

The black-robed man shouted, and a long dark green stick appeared in his hand, full of murderous intent.

He would never admit the smell of a dead monkey.

Although I don't know why this dead monkey emerged from this vortex, but now that I'm here, don't even think about leaving.

The black robe shouted coldly, murderous intent overflowing, and he wanted to fight Sun Wukong.

However, what greeted him was a knife, a... watermelon knife!

The watermelon knife flew out of the black vortex and struck in the direction of the sound.

When did Sun Wukong switch to using a knife?

The black robe had doubts in his eyes, but was soon replaced by disdain.

In his opinion, only Sun Wukong's Ruyi Golden Cudgel can pose a threat to him. A mere...watermelon knife might look down on him.

"That's all."

The black robe sneered and swiped the long stick in his hand.

His long stick was made of the hardest obsidian essence in the underworld, and it was tempered with endless corrosive energy. It was just a watermelon knife...

"How can it be!"

The black robe's eyes widened, completely unable to believe the scene in front of him.

Because his spiritual treasure is broken!

The moment he came into contact with the watermelon knife, he was cut into two pieces!

And the watermelon knife, after chopping the long stick, struck directly towards the black robe's eyebrows.

"not good."

The black-robed pupils shrank, and he felt an endless air of blood coming towards his face, along with that terrifying and intense murderous intent.

He seemed to see an ancient demon ape roaring towards the sky.

But behind the demon ape, there is a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​corpses that are endless as far as the eye can see.

The demon ape glanced at himself, and the black robe only felt that he was being stared at by an extremely terrifying being.

The picture faded away, and an ordinary watermelon knife continued to enlarge in the black robe's eyes.

not good.

At this moment, the black robe dared not underestimate this watermelon knife, and hurriedly mobilized all his magic power to avoid it.

It's just that at this time, it's too late to hide.

The Watermelon Knife, with its extremely powerful power, wanted to split the black robe in half!

"town!"

A loud shout came from the void, and Hei Pao felt the pressure all over his body relax, and the watermelon knife fell to the ground feebly.

The black robe subconsciously retreated behind Wu Tian, ​​looking at the black vortex with lingering fear.

The owner of the watermelon knife in the vortex came out.

It was a demon monkey wearing golden armor, with a ferocious look in its eyes, and four flags on its back, with the words 'Monkey King' tattooed on it.

If he hadn't seen the power of the watermelon knife just now, Heipao would have thought he was a monkey singing in a troupe.

"What kind of monster are you? Sun Wukong definitely does not have such power as you."

The black robe shouted coldly, as long as the Buddha is here, he can be unscrupulous.

"Monster? Haha, it's been five hundred years, five hundred years, and there are still people calling me a monster."

"Pujie, listen, the head of the Thirteen Taibao of Huaguo Mountain, Monkey King, the Monkey King, is your grandfather and me. I remember back then, I took two watermelon knives and cut from Nantianmen to Penglai East Road, back and forth.

I cut for three days and three nights, and the blood flowed like a river, but I raised the knife and dropped it without even blinking."

"As for you, Poujie, you are not qualified to talk to me, the Great Sage, but does the person next to you dare to sign up?"

The King of Demons, Sun Wukong, never stopped looking at Hei Pao. What he really cared about was the unfathomable long-haired man beside Hei Pao.

It's not easy to be able to block 100% of his own strength.

"You can also find out the name of Buddha. If you don't convert to me Buddha quickly, otherwise you will be suppressed in the netherworld in an instant."

The black robe sneered.

Although this monkey's strength is far greater than his own, in front of the Buddha, this power is still not enough. He dared to provoke the Buddha with words, because he probably didn't know how to write the word "death".

"Buddha, Buddha again, he is indeed a member of Buddhism. What's your relationship with Tathagata?"

Upon hearing the word "Buddha", Sun Wukong, the king of demons, became furious and his eyes became extremely scarlet.

The golden cudgel in his hand transformed into reality, and the demonic energy was no longer suppressed and soared into the sky.

If it weren't for Ji Wutian's strength, Sun Wukong, the king of demon kings, would have rushed over in an instant.

Five hundred years have taught him something, and that is tolerance.

"Tathagata?" Heipao seemed to have heard some funny joke and wanted to speak again.

"Black robe, step aside."

Wutian said coldly, "There are not enough manpower in the Dark Abyss. You should go to the Dark Abyss and sit there for a while."

A black lotus emerged from Wutian's body and enveloped the black robe.

In an instant, the black robe disappeared into the void.

Cleaned up.

Wutian sighed in his heart.

If his subordinates weren't too useless, he wouldn't be in such a difficult situation.

However, now...

Wutian looked at Sun Wukong, the king of demon kings, and smiled.

"Who am I, you ask?"

"This seat is Wutian Buddha. He has destroyed the Heavenly Spiritual Mountain one day ago. All the gods and Buddhas in the sky have been cut off by this seat with the three flowers on their heads. The five qi in the chest are suppressed in the dark abyss of the underworld.

As for the Tathagata, I have been forced into reincarnation by you, and I dominate the three realms. Now, there is no one in the three realms who can be my opponent."

Wutian's words sounded like a bell in the heart of the Demon King, Sun Wukong.

"Destroy the Heavenly Spiritual Mountain and force the Tathagata to reincarnate???"

"You mean, Tathagata has entered reincarnation?"

Sun Wukong, the king of demon kings, raised his head and looked at Wutian with twinkling eyes.

"That's right."

Wutian nodded.

"Hahaha, Tathagata, you too have today!"

The king of demons, Sun Wukong, roared to the sky, endless demonic energy poured out, and the violent breath crushed all the vegetation in Lingshan into ashes.

Obviously, Sun Wukong, the king of demons, was so happy to know this news.

He would never suspect Wutian of telling lies, because Wutian's strength was there.

"Don't be too happy, Wukong."

"To be precise, he is the Tathagata of this world."

Wutian explained.

"This world?"

Wutian nodded and smiled, "Heaven and earth give birth to three thousand Hengsha worlds. In these three thousand worlds, there will be countless great saints and countless Tathagatas."

"And Wukong, you were summoned by me from one of the Hengsha worlds with great magic power."
Chapter completed!