The sound of the wind is all over the ears, until the calf part has been submerged in the water, if it does not appear, the whole person will be completely overboard.

"Save Me ......"

Most of the sentences used to make demands in the world are imperative sentences, and the ones with the greatest magic power are either to hurt or to save, not to ask for love or to ask for life.

In the darkness, a being heard the call, and ......

"Top Pack Mission, Let's Go!"

When I opened my eyes, the pupils that appeared under my eyelids were full of silver.

"Task 1, save respect: literally, to restore the glorious image of the top bag object in the eyes of the world!1000 points will be rewarded for successful tasks!1000 points will be deducted for failure of tasks!"

"Task 2, revenge: take revenge on all the objects hated by the victim, and reward points as appropriate according to the result of revenge. 100 cases of broken hands and feet, 1,000 cases of death, and 2,000 cases of ruined reputation! There is no punishment for failing the mission!"

Listening to the cold chime, the stagnant time gradually returned to normal.

"Smack!"

Rejecting the fate of falling into the water, the existence that came from the top bag regarded the water surface as flat ground.

"What a cheap reward...... Mo Xie sighed.

Since he collected Zhuge Moxie's soul from the magma river underground, Mo Xie has been staying in the 'Heavenly Realm' to recuperate, because the repair price prescribed to him by the "Holy Scripture" has not fallen, so his body injury is still injured, and his dozens of days of bedridden life have brought him only a body that has grown, earthworm-like scars, and there is no hope for the damage on the meridians to heal by self-healing.

It can be cool for a while, and the bitter fruits are self-brewed.

The physical trauma not only limited Mo Xie's ability to move, but also limited the range of tasks he could receive—according to the standards of the Holy Scriptures, the health of the subject of Mo Xie's top bag could only be worse than Mo Xie's, without exception.

So when he received the top bag task list this time, Mo Xie was so entangled, and in the end, the eldest son was pulled out of the short, and he chose the current task.

The Taoist priest surnamed Feng is actually a person with a story, which can be seen from the fact that he was evaluated by the "Holy Scriptures" as a health level still below Mo Xie and can still jump alive at the same time, but if there is no accident, he will die in this accident of the water monster Taishan, and then what awaits him will be a denunciation and forgetting.

However, now that Mo Xie is on top of his bag, he naturally won't let this kind of thing happen.

Honor?

How to save dignity?

The easiest way to do this is to show off your amazing strength!

"Bang!"

The meridians of his body have been destroyed, but Mo Ye's mental power is still there, and there is no need to pass through the meridians to use mental power.

Bright silver light overflowed from Mo Ye's eyes, and as he stepped on the water, his gaze pointed at the entire wooden dock that was quickly reduced to pieces and lifted away.

Also lifted off was the strange fish that had not yet turned into a human form, and the sand monk who had not yet been shaved and converted.

"Monster!

Draw the sword, but not draw the Huolin Sword, the recast Huolin Sword has always been wrapped with a strong evil aura, if it is just some ordinary fishermen present at the moment, it would be fine, but now that Chen Xuanzang and Miss Duan are present, rashly using such a blade that will be judged as a "magic weapon" may bring unexpected disasters.

Held in Mo Xie's hand was a wooden sword he had inherited from the top bag subject.

With the sword in his hand, he put on an unbelievable posture, Mo Ye stepped on the Seven Stars and jumped up with his feet extremely unprofessionally, and a column of water the thickness of a bucket was controlled by him with his telekinesis to attack the strange fish like a dragon. At the same time, Mo Xie swung three swords in a row, and the three 'sword qi' disguised by the 'Fireball Technique' surrounded the water pillar, blocking all the space around the strange fish. However, these tricks are only in vain, in addition to the amazing special effects, it can't even penetrate the opponent's layer of scales when it falls on the strange fish.

Mo Xie's real killing move was the Soul Destroying Seal that he hid in the water column.

"Wow!"

Mo Ye's set of qualities was all completed in a second, and the monster fish with a huge body and in the air had no way to dodge at all, only to see it suddenly let out a miserable scream, and gradually shrank as the black smoke emitted from the attack.

It gradually turned into a human form, but before it could successfully transform into a human form, Mo Xie rose into the air and made up for it with a kick.

"Phew!"

It was kicked into the house on the shore by Mo Xie's kick, and it was silent after a while of the sound of the house collapsing.

"Dao Chang Shenwei!"

The fishermen who were still looking at the crook Daoist with mockery and contempt a moment ago instantly reversed their attitudes - except for the unlucky guy who had just destroyed the house, everyone gave a thumbs up to Mo Ye who was standing in the air at this moment, and some of them had already begun to bow down to Mo Ye.

In this world, if a person who can stand in the air is a little thicker-skinned, it is enough to call himself an immortal and enjoy the fireworks and fire of the world.

"It's so good, it's not good! Poor Dao originally thought that God had the virtue of a good life and wanted to let you go, but you just wanted to jump out and look for death! Even if you look for death yourself, you dare to break Poor Dao's clothes! It's really unbearable!" Mo Xie scolded, he scolded so much that he scolded so much that the audience ignored the swagger, weakness and cowardice of the previous liar, and the fact that the clothes on his body were actually torn by Chen Xuanzang.

Looking at Mo Ye standing in the sky, there was still light pollution left on the retina that had been created by Mo Ye before, and the fishermen quickly made up a glorious and majestic image in their minds.

In the midst of the cries of "Dao Chang Shenwei" and "Long live Dao Chang", Chen Xuanzang's gaze at Mo Ye was full of incomprehension.

"Why did you hide it before? If you had come up with such a trick earlier, then the mother and daughter would not have died!" Chen Xuanzang pointed at Mo Ye and asked loudly, "And what are these scars on your body? I remember that your body was not like this!"

"Huh?" Mo Xie listened to Chen Xuanzang's words, and his heart sank.

To be precise, what he cares about is the second half of what Chen Xuanzang said.

"Isn't it worthy of an out-of-specification existence...... the identity modification of the Holy Book actually failed to hide it from him perfectly......" Mo Ye looked at Chen Xuanzang with an unkind look.

"Do you think there is no price to use such power?" Except for Chen Xuanzang, no one was curious about the scars on Mo Ye's body, in their cognition, the image of the Taoist that Mo Xie was carrying had already been completely modified to Mo Ye's appearance at this time, and Mo Ye just lightly dropped such a sentence to Chen Xuanzang's questioning.

Then he landed and slowly walked towards the collapsed house, but the blade of the sword in his hand throughout the whole process kept secretly pointing at Miss Duan, who was mixed in the crowd at the moment.

What he knew was that Miss Duan, who was carrying the uncertain flying ring, that is, the tight hoop that Sun Wukong wore on his head later, was extremely not simple.