The Great Lord of the World

The dead body was buried, and the dead body was buried.

Wukong stood in the void above the Flower-Fruit Mountain Fairy Island, and saw the message from his master Yang Jiao in his soul.

His heart was filled with grief and anger, and these messages reminded him of the unbearable past a thousand years ago.

At that time, the Flower-Fruit Mountain Fairy Island was still a beautiful and peaceful place, where a group of happy and kind monkeys lived.

However, Taibai Jinxing, under the order of Emperor Haotian, led the heavenly soldiers and generals to descend on the Flower-Fruit Mountain Fairy Island and carried out a brutal massacre of the entire monkey clan.

The Buddhist Saint Zhunti also sent the Arhats of the Buddhist Daluo Jinxian realm to explore the Flower-Fruit Mountain Fairy Island.

These Arhats were greedy for the spiritual treasures and spiritual root seeds in Lingying's hands, and because there was a chaos restriction in the Water Curtain Cave, they did not detect him.

However, in order to seize the spiritual treasures, he directly killed Lingying. At this moment, Wukong's heart was filled with endless grief and anger.

Wukong's heart was full of hatred for the Heavenly Court and Buddhism. His eyes were red and his body exuded endless murderous aura. He roared loudly at the sky: "

Heavenly Court! Buddhism! You wait and see! I will definitely make you pay the price!"

Wukong stood on the shore of the East China Sea, his body emitting dazzling light, his eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had traveled through endless time and space and saw the heaven standing among the stars.

His thoughts went back to the past and remembered the contact with Lingying. Just because of that contact, Lingying was calculated by the will of the prehistoric heaven, which made him feel extremely angry and helpless.

He instantly understood why his master showed him his fate when he left the Eternal Holy Tower. This is a choice given to him by the master. One is to follow the will of heaven, and the other is to break the shackles of his own destiny.

Wukong's heart is full of contradictions and struggles. He knows that following the will of heaven can make him gain powerful power and become the master of heaven and earth.

However, he also knows that doing so will make him lose his original heart and freedom, and become a puppet controlled by fate.

He is unwilling to do this. He wants to break the shackles of his own destiny and become a truly free person.

Wukong took a deep breath, and his body began to emit a more dazzling light, and his eyes became more determined and resolute.

He kicked the ground with his feet, and his figure turned into a red light and went to the heaven. His speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, instantly crossing endless time and space and coming to the door of heaven.

Wukong crossed the shackles of the nine heavens, and his breath was like a majestic volcano, erupting and shaking the whole world.

Thousand-mile Eyes and Wind-ears felt this breath, and an unprecedented fear surged in their hearts. They wanted to stop Wukong, but it was too late.

A huge pillar fell down with a terrifying attack force, and the Nantian Gate was instantly turned into pieces of ruins, falling towards the earth of the prehistoric world.

Wukong ignored those hypocritical heavenly soldiers and generals. He had only one goal in his mind, which was to find the one who slaughtered the Jade Emperor and the Buddha of Buddhism and avenge Lingying.

He directly broke through the guards' blockade and entered the heaven. His figure flickered in the heaven, and wherever he went, it was a mess.

His breath was like purgatory, making the whole heaven feel his terror. Under the command of the general of the heaven, hundreds of millions of heavenly soldiers and generals formed a huge military formation and killed Wukong.

Wukong's heart was full of anger. He held the Dinghaishenzhen, a treasure of innate merit, and turned into a size of hundreds of thousands of feet.

His body radiated golden light, like a god of war, and no one could stop him. He rushed into the military formation of the heavenly soldiers and generals, fighting all the way, and no one could stop him. His stick technique was like a violent storm, beating the heavenly soldiers and generals to retreat step by step.

Wukong looked around and saw gods all around, showing their magical powers and trying to stop him.

However, Wukong was not afraid, his eyes were firm, as if telling everyone that he would not be stopped by any force.

He took a deep breath, and the power in his body burst out instantly, and the powerful momentum made the whole space tremble.

He raised the golden hoop and swung it hard at the gods who blocked him. A golden light swept through, sweeping away all the gods.

At this moment, Wukong seemed to have turned into an invincible god of war, and each of his attacks contained endless power and majesty.

His golden hoop drew a gorgeous arc in the air, and wherever it went, the gods' wills were shattered and dissipated in the air.

At this moment, in the Heavenly Palace, the quasi-saints trained by Emperor Haotian appeared one after another. One of the great masters of the late quasi-saint stage rebuked Wukong:

"Evil beast, this is the Heavenly Palace of the prehistoric heaven, how can you come here to act wildly."

When Wukong heard this, his anger surged even more. He tightly grasped the golden hoop and roared at the great master of the late quasi-saint stage:

"You ignorant old man, today I will kill all of you——"

Seeing Wukong so arrogant, dozens of quasi-saints used their own skills and besieged Wukong with all their strength.

However, they underestimated Wukong's current horror. Wukong's body became even bigger, his muscles were as hard as the best innate spiritual treasure, and his power seemed endless.

He pinched a quasi-saint realm master casually, and with a strong pinch, the quasi-saint master's body and his soul were crushed by Wukong on the spot in despair.

This pinch made all the quasi-saints feel terrified. They began to retreat and dared not approach Wukong easily.

Wukong did not stop, he continued to pounce on other quasi-saints. His speed was extremely fast, like a flash of lightning, making it impossible to dodge.

His golden hoop swung in the air, bringing out a golden light, covering all the quasi-saints.

Every attack of his made the enemy feel desperate, and every dodge of his made the enemy feel helpless. He was like an invincible god of war, making everyone tremble.

In the end, dozens of quasi-saints fell in Wukong's hands. Among the thirty-three heavens in the entire heaven, only the thirty-three heavens where the Lingxiao Palace was located were intact.

The other heavens had been pierced by the iron rod in Wukong's hand, turning into pieces of world fragments that fell on the prehistoric land.

At this time, the Tathagata Buddha in the Buddhist world and the Medicine Master in the heaven came to Wukong.

The Tathagata Buddha spoke from a high position: "Monkey, you are causing chaos in the prehistoric heaven. If you don't surrender quickly, I will accept you into Buddhism."

When Wukong heard the word "Buddhism", a trace of hatred flashed in his eyes, but it was instantly covered by endless killing intent. He roared and flew towards the two Buddhas with an attack comparable to the realm of Hunyuan Daluo Jinxian.

Both of them were in the realm of quasi-saint perfection, but facing Wukong who had lost his mind and wanted to kill them, they were torn to pieces by Wukong himself after a quarter of an hour.

The soul was also shattered by the golden hoop, the treasure, and scattered in the endless prehistoric time and space. At this moment, 90% of the gods and Buddhas in the entire heaven have turned into dead souls under Wukong's stick.

The heavenly court, which is revered by countless creatures in the prehistoric world, has been beaten to pieces by Wukong at this moment, and the formation of the heavenly court to resist the power of the stars has also been destroyed by Wukong.

Standing on the ruins, Wukong looked at the Heavenly Palace, which once symbolized supreme authority, but now became a ruin, and his heart was filled with endless joy and anger.

He knew that his attack was not only a revenge on the Heavenly Palace, but also a declaration to the entire prehistoric world: he, Wukong, was no longer bound by this world!

The endless star power of the prehistoric star land, mixed with a trace of chaotic energy, rushed into the thirty-three heavens of the heavenly realm.

With the influx of star power and chaotic energy, everything in the Heavenly Palace began to slowly turn into dust and float in the void.

The once magnificent buildings, brocade clothes, and magic weapons have now turned into nothingness, and only the endless star power is still shining brightly in the void.

The shocking changes in the prehistoric Heavenly Palace instantly attracted the attention of the Hunyuan saints hidden in the prehistoric world.

At the same time, Tianpeng and Juanlian in the human world also felt the secret of the destruction of the prehistoric Heavenly Palace. But the two of them didn't care about it at all.

After all, the Heavenly Court was just a gathering place for the ugliest faces of the gods and Buddhas in the heavens for these two people. Tianpeng and Juanlian had long been tired of it during their years in the prehistoric Heavenly Court.

At this moment, seeing the hypocritical gods and Buddhas being slaughtered by Wukong, the two of them were simply too happy. They knew that this was Wukong's revenge on the Heavenly Court, and also a kind of relief for them.

Wukong's huge footsteps fell, and he walked towards the thirty-three heavens where Haotian, the emperor of the Heavenly Court in the prehistoric world, lived.

This step seemed to shatter the universe and shatter the nine netherworlds, and the whole prehistoric world was shaking.

In the Lingxiao Palace, Haotian sat on the throne of the Emperor of Heaven with a solemn face, looking down at the demon monkey walking towards him step by step, and the power of the laws of heaven continuously gathered towards Haotian's body.

He felt an unprecedented pressure, which came from Wukong and also from the way of heaven.

The aura of the perfect Hunyuan Jinxian on Wukong's body

His breath ravaged the world, and his strength had reached its peak, unmatched by anyone.

Haotian knew that he could not lose this battle, nor could he afford to lose. He represented the Heavenly Court, and represented the Way of Heaven. If he lost, then the entire prehistoric Heavenly Court would become a laughing stock.