Tang Sanzang shouted violently, leaving the three demon kings and forty or fifty little demons stunned.

Three Demon Kings: You wait a while to catch the demon, let's confirm first, whether we have caught the wrong monk.

Good guy, look at this invincible hanging face, do you have to have a mighty dragon for a while?

No, in our script, there is no monk who can be powerful. And Guanyin is a monk, and the monk doesn't speak, she said that she can wait for Tang Sanzang here, which should be Tang Sanzang.

"Why don't you check it first?"

Xiong Shanjun felt the breath released by Tang Sanzang, and his heart was a little bottomless.

He is a human immortal cultivator, and he may only be a small role in the Three Realms, but he occupies the mountain as the king on the top of this mortal realm mountain, and few people in the entire Nanzhan Continent dare to provoke him.

Not to mention Tang Sanzang, a monk who has no power to restrain the chicken, even if he is a qi practitioner who has been cultivating for decades, he doesn't pay attention to it.

But for some reason, Tang Sanzang seemed to have an indescribable power fluctuating in his body, although he couldn't feel the slightest bit of mana, it made the demons tremble.

If this Xiong Shanjun could be more knowledgeable, he would be able to know that this was the breath of the ancestral dragon. Although there is only a trace of it, the person who can have this kind of aura is definitely an existence that he can't provoke.

Xiong Shanjun's proposal was immediately approved by General Yin and the special sergeant.

General Yin cleared his throat and said, "You monk, don't be in a hurry to do it first, this king will not kill unknown people." You quickly reported your name, but the Tang Sanzang sent by the Tang King to the West to learn scriptures? ”

"It's the poor monk." Tang Sanzang nodded.

As soon as these words came out, the Three Demon Kings immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's Tang Sanzang, then it's okay, Guanyin Bodhisattva once clearly said that Tang Sanzang is a mortal man who can't pick his shoulders, can't lift his hands, and is weak and abnormal.

The Three Demon Kings firmly believed that the Bodhisattva would not deceive them, but what they didn't expect was that this monk dared to resist?

"You monk, pretend to be a god and look for death!"

General Yin roared, and directly manifested the body, which was a three-zhang tall colorful tiger. The cultivation has reached the realm of human immortals, opening the mouth of the blood basin and spewing out gusts of fishy wind.

If ordinary mortals saw this scene, no matter how bold they were, eighty percent would be scared to death.

But I saw Tang Sanzang pull the robe behind him, using it as a bright red cloak, and with a strong momentum, he rushed up the Pilu hat on his head. A pair of eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Amitabha, evil animal, Hugh has to make a time, eat a poor monk with a physical super punch!"

The power of a punch set off a wave of qi, blowing Tang Sanzang's robe hunting. Qi and blood rolled all over his body, and a trace of blood-colored aura emerged from him, and gradually condensed behind him.

It is actually slightly similar to the ancestral dragon totem hanging above the Jinghe Dragon Palace.

Under this shocking momentum, General Tiger Demon Yin only felt that his body was extremely heavy, and above his blood and soul, he was burdened with a mountain that was difficult to shake. In Tang Sanzang's body, although he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation of mana, just the Gangfeng and the bloodline totem that seemed to be real and illusory with the arrival of power made General Yin unable to bear it.

At that moment, one picture after another appeared in front of his eyes, and he saw the three figures running in the sunset hundreds of years ago, which were their lost youth.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, General Yin let go of all the obsessions in the world, and everything he once longed for turned into a cloud of smoke. Even he himself became a cloud of blood mist, and along with the primordial gods, they all turned into nothing.

Maybe in the moment before his death, he would sigh with emotion, the physical superfluous fist really deserves its name.

Then, Tang Sanzang flicked his sleeves and rolled up a gust of wind, blowing away the blood mist and minced meat. And took out a small side of the "Sutra of Death" from the baggage, and read it as fast as possible.

This kind of ferocious strength directly frightened the forty or fifty little demons into scattering and fleeing.

The special sergeant and Xiong Shanjun on the side were stunned, good guy, is this really Tang Sanzang in front of him, killing people and destroying corpses is more than one-stop service. And the whole time, he didn't even blink an eyelid.

Ha? You asked me if my eyes wouldn't dry if I didn't blink for so long, and I told you that Tang Sanzang didn't blink when he killed people, but you asked me if my eyes would be dry? Am I talking about what the eyes will or won't do?

"This thing, really a monk?"

Xiong Shanjun swallowed his saliva and looked at Tang Sanzang who was invincible with invincible written on his face in a daze.

The special sergeant hesitated in his heart, although he really felt the terrifying power on Tang Sanzang's body, but his face showed a grim look,

"Regardless of whether he is a monk or not, the Bodhisattva once promised us that as long as the first difficulty is completed, it will be the first achievement of the great cause of the Journey to the West. You and I can go to Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea, get the protection of the Bodhisattva, cultivate day and night, and achieve the golden body and positive results. Now that I'm just one last step away, I don't want to give up! ”

"Xiong Shanjun, you don't want to be a mountain spirit monster who occupies the mountain forever, my bloodline is mediocre, if you rely on yourself, you will never be able to get ahead. It's better to give up your life today, success or failure in one fell swoop! ”

Between his words, his gaze fell on the two attendants in the big pit.

He and Xiong Shanjun have been friends for hundreds of years, and they have a tacit understanding with each other, and with one look, they can understand what they think in their hearts.

"Are you sure you want to?"

Xiong Shanjun said suspiciously.

How cruel that monk is, this is a matter of becoming benevolent if you don't succeed.

"Now, do you and I have any other choice? I know that we are no match for him, but as long as we can hurt him, we can be regarded as fulfilling the Bodhisattva's request. Although he is powerful, he has no mana on his body, and if we use a little trickery, he will have no chance of winning. ”

The sergeant looked firm.

The two demon kings glanced at each other and fought hard!

Roar!

Xiong Shanjun roared, revealing his body, which was a black bear five feet tall. The sharp fangs and blood-colored eyes are a little more terrifying than General Yin just now, and they are also a lot stronger.

After he appeared, he did not attack Tang Sanzang, but turned around and pounced on the two followers in the big pit.

"What a beast, he dares to kill people under the noses of poor monks, he is simply looking for death!"

Tang Sanzang's eyes froze, holding the Sutra of Death in one hand, chanting words in his mouth, and turning into a fist with the other hand, his blood and qi surging. With the strength of his legs, he turned into an afterimage, set off a hunting wind, and attacked Xiong Shanjun.

But at this moment, the special priest on the side changed and also turned into the main body, which was a one-horned rhinoceros essence. Taking advantage of Tang Sanzang's eagerness to save people's hearts, he pooled his mana on the corner and launched a sneak attack from behind Tang Sanzang.

"Tang Sanzang, give me death!"

Although he shouted, he just gave himself courage, even if he had the ability, he didn't have the courage.

Since there is no way to scare Tang Sanzang, then treat him as a serious injury, and according to the arrangement of the Journey to the West script, Tai Bai Xing will come to the rescue. When the time comes, this mess will be left to Tai Bai Xing to take care of.

Whew!

The single horn that emitted a dazzling white light, like an immortal weapon, was pressed against Tang Sanzang's back, tearing Tang Sanzang's robe and clothes apart, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

Just as the special priest was puzzled, he saw the broken robe rolling, and on Tang Sanzang's back, a mighty divine dragon was engraved.

The divine dragon released golden rays and blood light, turning into a pillar of light, which was reflected on the body of the special sergeant.

At that moment, the special sergeant only felt stiff, as if he was stuck in a quagmire, unable to move.

In a moment of great horror, the special sergeant exclaimed: "Could this be the legendary limited edition Dawei Tianlong tattoo?" Nima, we really caught the wrong monk! ”

The next moment, he suddenly saw Tang Sanzang turn around, holding a bloody black bear head in his hand, full of blood, and his mouth was still chanting the Sutra of the Past in a vibrating voice.

"I can make mistakes many times, but you only have one chance, just now, you were tickling the poor monk behind your back?"

Tang Sanzang looked at the special sergeant coldly, his eyes were full of nuclear goodness,

The special priests are about to cry, Bodhisattva, are you sure this is what you said about the mediocre Tang Sanzang who can't pick up his shoulders and can't lift his hands, and has no power to tie the chicken? This Nima is even more terrifying than the demon god from hell.

He wanted to ask even more, what kind of monster was this, without the slightest mana fluctuation in his body, but he could easily kill a strong person like Xiong Shanjun who was close to the level of a heavenly immortal. It stands to reason that even if a moth fights a fire, it has to make a sound, and Xiong Shanjun is more sudden than a moth.

Seeing this big guy asking, the special sergeant hurriedly replied: "The master's eyes are like torches, it's me, I'm the one hundred and eighth technician in our demon world, and I specialize in tickling." Master, are you still satisfied? ”

Watching the tragic death of General Yin and Xiong Shanjun, the special priest had an epiphany, what dignity and future are all empty. It's better to live well than anything else.

But before his words fell, he saw Tang Sanzang's gloomy face, and said unhappily: "Satisfied with your uncle, the poor monk's robe was given by the top Xiaocui girl of Qingyan Building in Chang'an City." The poor monk also counted on taking the scriptures back, using this robe as a token to discuss Mahayana Buddhism with Xiaocui girl overnight. ”

"Now, being made into this bird-like picture by you, a beast, will not peel your skin and cramp, crush your bones and scatter ashes, it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

"Evil obstacles, take your life!"

After that, Tang Sanzang's momentum was shocked, and the terrifying power made the special officer feel suffocated.

"The master spares my life, as long as the master spares my life, I am willing to take refuge in Buddhism, and from now on I will give the master a pair of leg strength."

The special sergeant hurriedly begged for mercy.

"Get out of here, Lao Tzu has a horse, or the prince rides that kind of white horse. Have you ever seen a beautiful man in the wind riding a rhinoceros. ”

Tang Sanzang didn't buy it directly.

Between words, raise your hands and clench your fists, and prepare for the life of this rhinoceros spirit.

"Ah, master, slow hands, I have many means besides being able to be a foot force. I have also learned a few changes in the seventy-two changes of the great supernatural powers, and it is no problem to become a person to follow you, and it is no problem to lead the horse to fall for you. ”

The special sergeant screamed.

He originally thought that his demon life was going to end like this, but the moment he didn't think that the moment he said this, Tang Sanzang's fist actually stopped in mid-air. Then, with a contemplative look on his face.

"You say, you're going to change?" Tang Sanzang looked at the special sergeant, and suddenly showed a smile, "Since you can become a human, is it possible for both men and women?" ”

Looking at Tang Sanzang's smile full of meaning, the special sergeant suddenly tightened his chrysanthemum, and his tiger body trembled.

"Master, the seventy-two changes are the art of change, not the method of manifestation. Even if I become a woman, I'm still a man at heart......"

He originally wanted to dissuade Tang Sanzang, but who knew that as soon as these words came out, Tang Sanzang seemed to be even more excited.

Then he put his hands together and changed his compassionate appearance, and said: "Amitabha, the monks take compassion as their heart, sweep the ground and hurt the lives of ants, and cherish the moth gauze lamp. Since you have a good heart, the poor monk should cross you. ”

"Hey, those two in the pit, you are finished, lead the white horse to a place where there are people and sell it, save some money to live."

Then he turned to the special priest again, and smiled evilly,

"In the past few days, the poor monk has been riding you."