Not to mention what kind of crisis the White Bone Spirit would face, on the other hand, Tang Sanzang's situation was even more dangerous than him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

After two glances, the white horse, lost his soul, walked to the broken temple, climbed the steps, entered the temple, and fell to the ground with a bang, so that Sanzang was not stoned to death.

There are immortals in the ruined temple, dressed in black robes, black smoke on both sleeves, holding a scepter in their hands, standing under the statue of the god, silently looking at the monk who got up from the ground.

"Dare to ask the benefactor where he honored the saint and forcibly brought the little monk to the temple, what is the matter?" Sanzang stood up straight, folded his hands, and asked suspiciously.

"Monk, aren't you afraid of me?" the black-robed man asked, his voice unexpectedly pleasant.

"The heart is fearless, so it is not afraid. ”

The black-robed man chuckled, and picked up Sanzang's chin with his cane, making him look up at him: "My name is the Black Emperor, I kidnapped you here, I don't mean anything else, I just want to try, can I deprive you of your luck." After all, that's what attracts me to you. ”

"You won't make it. Sanzang took two steps back and said, "I am the protagonist of the westward journey, and I am guarded by the saints, so it is not so easy to call a curtain call. ”

"The Saints Guardian?" the Black Emperor smiled disdainfully, "Do you think the Saints will follow you like bodyguards? No, they won't." Now is the end of this ordinary era, and the most extraordinary moment. Most of the true bodies of the saints have already left the Three Realms and gone to the chaos to find opportunities. Only a few clones remain here, controlling their respective forces.

In the current hazy sky, these clones can only rely on secret agents to listen to the news about you, and the timeliness is extremely poor. Believe it or not, I want to kill you now, and no one can come and stop you. ”

Sanzang's gaze changed slightly: "How do you prove that what you say is true?"

"I personally went to the Bajing Palace, the Yuxu Palace, the Wa Palace, and even the Da Lei Yin Temple, but I didn't see a single saint. The westward journey was going fast, and they didn't have much time left, so there wouldn't be any waste. ”

"So, do you know what the saints are afraid of? They are already so powerful, but they are still ......," Sanzang said with a frown.

The Black Emperor imprisoned Sanzang's body, waved his hand, and placed him on the altar in front of the statue: "The saint looks down on the Three Realms, but he is still prostrate under the Heavenly Dao.

This is a promotion of the Heavenly Dao, and they are in fear, and in the world after the promotion, they are standing on the same starting line with all beings.

You know what I mean? They have many enemies, and every saint is the old enemy of the genius of our time. ”

Sanzang pursed his lips, affirmed the thoughts in his heart, and raised his eyes: "What about you, covering your face in a black robe, but the breath coming from your soul makes me a little familiar." Is it an old man, or someone's doppelganger?"

The Black Emperor's hands were sealed, awakening the front on the altar, and one by one the black needles pierced Sanzang's body and touched his soul.

A golden ocean suddenly appeared above him, the Black Emperor clenched his fists, stared at this sea of luck, his face flashed with surprise, and murmured: "Success, it's it, as long as I devour it, I will usher in a new life." ”

"The immortal god hidden next to me, can he show up now?" Sanzang said in a low voice as his muscles spasmed in pain.

The golden Shenxia light illuminates the broken temple, and the beautiful sound, Sanskrit sound, heavenly drum, sigh wonder, sigh beauty, Mo Miao, Lei Yin, Shi Zi, Miao sigh, Sanskrit sound, human sound, Buddha slave, Songde, wide eyes, wonderful eyes, thorough listening, thorough seeing, and all over the eighteen Sangha Rama appeared, holding a thousand wonderful artifacts, and rushed to the Black Emperor.

There is also the manifestation of the golden light, the silver head, the Polo, the Polo, and the Maha, and the vast runes are one after another, protecting the true body of the three Tibets.

"Stupid, do you really think I'm ignoring you?" the Black Emperor sneered, and the idol in the broken temple suddenly opened his eyes, radiating immeasurable divine light, fixing the eighteen Jialan, and revealing the truth in all directions.

The Lord of Destiny was killed, the Immortal Dao Divine Rescue, and then a legend was achieved, which is the most common episode in the script, and it did indeed happen in the Three Realms. For example, during the battle of Zhuolu in ancient times, the Yellow Emperor was killed, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu rescued him.

It's just that the reason why a legend is called a legend is mostly because of its irreproducibility. Before the disaster, Sanzang experienced it, but after that, it went to disaster.

The gods not only failed to save him, but were frozen by the inexplicable idols, and gradually turned into a stone man, completely lifeless. As for himself, the situation was even worse, his huge qi luck was constantly deprived, and he watched the Black Emperor's momentum grow stronger and stronger, and the black robes draped on him shattered piece by piece, revealing a face like a dried corpse.

"This dead air...... You are not a living being, you are a dead god. No, no, almost all of the gods' demise is ashes and annihilation, why can you still survive?" keenly feeling the aura of silence on the other party's body, Sanzang said in surprise.

With the help of Sanzang's gold-like luck, the Black Emperor gradually forced out all the breath of silence in his body and escaped into the air. Inside the ruined temple, towering idols glow, chunks of rust falling, and wounds begin to heal.

I don't know how long it took, there was only a little golden light left in the general luck of the Sanzang sea, the dilapidated idol turned into a gilded statue, the broken temple became a wide giant palace, and the black emperor faded his black robe, enriched his flesh and blood, and became handsome.

"Finally...... It's a success!" Raising his jade-like palm, the corners of the Black Emperor's mouth hooked slightly, and finally turned into a rampant laughter, the sound shook the universe, and the giant palace shook the mountains.

The mind moved slightly, and thousands of rays of light converged and combined into a dark dragon robe. The Black Emperor held a huge scepter and walked towards the void, sitting on a conjured dragon chair.

"Sanzang, thank you for your generosity. ”

The luck was deprived, but Sanzang did not have any resentment, sadness, or even a little reluctance and regret. His expression was calm, his gaze was very calm, and he looked at the Black Emperor: "If this thing is what you desperately need, then ...... You are welcome. ”

The Black Emperor's smile froze, and the original sense of pleasure as a victor disappeared suddenly, and his heart was a little blocked: "What do you say, you're welcome? You don't care so much about my incomparably cherished luck? Do you know what will happen to you in the future if you lose these luck?"

Sanzang clasped his hands together and said quietly: "The little monk knows. is nothing more than the loss of the identity of the protagonist of the westward journey, and the lack of luck to turn the corner into safety. Life in the future will be very dark, and at least it will be full of disasters. ”

"Then why are you ......" The Black Emperor seemed to see a mockery of himself in his eyes, and said with a cheer.

"It's a foreign object...... Before he finished speaking, Sanzang raised his eyes and said: "This thing is a gift from heaven, but it is also a foreign object, how can you discover your potential or ability with the help of foreign objects forever?" Perhaps, I should thank you." (To be continued.) )