Sun Wukong's consciousness gradually returned, felt the pressure from his body, and slowly opened his eyes.

Two flames burst out from his eyes, and his hands propped up the ground, beginning to exert a little force.

The mountain began to tremble, and countless rubbles fell from above.

This moment.

Whether it was the audience in Huaxia or Tianzhu, they couldn't help but hold their breath.

"Come on, Monkey King!"

A little girl with a ponytail and a ponytail clenched her little fists shouted at Sun Wukong.

The immature children's voice is unusually clear in this silent moment.

The rest of the Chinese audience also reacted and began to cheer for Sun Wukong.

"Come on, Monkey King!"

"Come on, Monkey King!"

“……”

Countless sounds, gathered together, like thunder.

Sun Wukong seemed to be inspired by some kind of encouragement, and the ground under his hands began to appear spider web-like cracks because of the pressure.

"Give...... I...... Old...... Grandchild...... Open ......"

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and spit out five words word by word.

The golden light flashed, and the mountain peaks that were originally pressing on him were torn apart at this moment.

Sun Wukong rose into the sky from the inside.

"Oh!"

"Yay!"

“……”

The audience in Huaxia District let out a deafening cheer.

Even Jiang Wenming couldn't help but wave his fist to show the excitement in his heart.

At this time, Sun Wukong, dressed in a pale yellow monk's robe, with a tiger skin skirt tied around his waist, is exactly what he looked like when he studied scriptures in Journey to the West.

The momentum on his body also became dim, and the Buddha light around his body was quickly absorbed into his body.

No longer so sharp, he is more like a sword hidden in a scabbard.

Trigger but not trigger!

Somehow, he in this state instead gives people a more dangerous feeling.

Rulai's eyes were deep, and through Sun Wukong's body, he saw the relic in his body.

"Golden Cicada!"

Just now, Tang Seng turned into a relic and entered Sun Wukong's body, which was carried out in Sun Wukong's consciousness, so people outside did not see it.

At this time, when I heard the word golden cicada, I was confused.

Jiang Wenming's body trembled, his fiery eyes activated, and he looked at Sun Wukong in mid-air.

I saw that there was a soft light in his heart, which was extremely pure.

It feels very comfortable, as if it can cleanse the soul.

Looking at Sun Wukong's state at this time, Jiang Wenming's heart rose with a burst of enlightenment.

The robe represents bondage, the armor represents freedom, and the monk's robe and tiger skin skirt represent kindness and strength.

Tang Seng used his life to teach Sun Wukong the last lesson.

I hope he can keep the kindness in his heart.

Clearly, he succeeded!

Sun Wukong understood what he meant, so he became what he is now.

Whether it is countering violence with violence or using goodwill to proselytize, it is too one-sided.

Only by combining the two can we truly transform the world.

"Master, my grandson promised you that he would protect this world for you, and he would never let their ambitions ruin this place."

Sun Wukong muttered in his mouth.

With a handshake, the Ruyi Golden Hoop Rod automatically returned to his hand.

"If you come, let me ask you, what is a Buddha in your eyes?"

Sun Wukong's tone was calm, as if he was chatting with an old friend.

"After practicing for thousands of years, only after understanding the cause and effect in the world can you become a Buddha."

Rulai doesn't mind preaching his teachings at this time.

"No, no, no! You're wrong! ”

Sun Wukong shook his head and directly interrupted him.

"Then tell me, what is a Buddha?"

Let's ask rhetorically.

In front of him, the ancestor of ten thousand Buddhas, you are a wild monkey who has become a monk halfway, do you know better than him?

"As long as you are committed to goodness, everyone is a Buddha!"

As soon as these words came out, Rulai suddenly changed color.

This is a provocation to his authority and a denial of Buddhism today.

Everyone is a Buddha, so what are they?

"Arrogance!"

Rulai shouted angrily.

"Heh, is that arrogance?"

Sun Wukong chuckled, and the momentum on his body began to rise.

"The evil demon invades, and the gods and Buddhas don't want to protect sentient beings, and only care about the flies and dogs in front of you, are you also worthy of being called a Buddha?"

After Sun Wukong finished speaking, the golden hoop stick in his hand suddenly burned with a layer of flames.

"If the Divine Realm is like this, then don't do it!"

The golden hoop rod shook and carried the momentum of ten thousand jun, and smashed heavily on Rulai's body.

"Bang!"

The golden light on Rulai's body shattered, and a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He was actually injured?

A look of horror flashed in Rulai's eyes, and the power of his faith was broken.

It has been unable to help him recover from his injuries.

How is this possible?

He has hundreds of millions of followers, how can he just say it?

"As a Buddha, you don't want to protect sentient beings, but you only want to gain faith from the world, do you really think that the world is all your captive animals?"

Another stick fell.

"Click!"

One of Rulai's arms is irregularly twisted.

"Is it your way to kill people who are determined to do good, to domesticate them into your lackeys, and if you don't obey, it will be a great rebellion, so you will do everything you can to kill them?"

The third stick fell, blood spurted out of Rulai's mouth, and it fell heavily into the dust.

"Keep telling sentient beings to turn back, have you ever looked back and looked at this devastated world?"

The fourth stick falls!

Rulai's body shattered and turned into a mist of blood.

In Tianzhu, some Buddhists found that the statues they worshipped began to crack.

And the crack is still expanding little by little, until it 'bang' and turns into powder.

Rulai died, and was beaten to death by Sun Wukong's four sticks!

Looking at the figure standing in the void with a long stick in hand, there was a dead silence in the audience.

No one thought that a god-king level powerhouse as strong as Sakyamuni would lose in the hands of a wild monkey.

No!

He's not a wild monkey!

His name is Monkey King - Monkey King!

Half an hour later.

"Yay! The Great Sage is awesome! ”

"It's worthy of Monkey King, it's too fierce, Tianzhu's people, are you convinced?"

"Great Sage, do you need a divine favorite? See how I am? I was a child, and my mother said I was like a monkey. ”

"From now on, I will serve the Great Sage if I don't accept anyone, please take my knees."

"No, I'm going to the back mountain to send some fruit to the monkeys and talk about it."

“……”

Jiang Wenming in the audience was also very excited.

Who would have thought that Sun Wukong would be so fierce that he would beat Rulai to death.

He thought he would lose this game as well.

At this time, the audience of the Tianzhu Empire was like a mourner.

Their Buddha was killed, which is appalling.

So much so that until now, they have not recovered from the shock just now.

"Even the Buddha has lost, do we still have a chance to win?"

"What are you afraid of, we still have the great god Brahma, as long as he makes a move, he can definitely destroy this monkey."

"Yes, yes, Brahma, the creator god, is the strongest god in our Tianzhu, as long as he is willing to make a move, we still have a chance."

However, at this moment, I heard an angry shout from the ring.

"The gods of Tianzhu listened, and took the initiative to leave the divine realm and go to the outer world, if you still dare to go to the lower realm, my old grandson will not go to you to visit them one by one."

Sun Wukong's voice was like muffled thunder, and it shook people's eardrums.

A pair of huge eyes appeared in the void, glanced at him, and then slowly disappeared.

The figure of the host Bobby appeared, holding the microphone and shouting loudly.

[Congratulations to the Huaxia Empire for winning the final victory of this Divine War!] 】