The eight-clawed golden dragon more than ten feet long, a body of golden dragon scales, and eight golden claws glowing with golden light. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Even the majestic yellow tornado can be easily scratched, the strength of this eight-clawed golden dragon can be imagined, it seems to have natural restraint on Mu Xiao, and there is no suspense in using him to deal with the seriously injured Mu Xiao and the seriously injured Yin Wei.

"Master, who are we helping?" Sun Wukong carried the golden hoop stick, looked at Lingji above, and then looked at Mu Xiao, Yin Wei and the white horse who was still unconscious on the side.

"If you can get that dragon staff, it may be of a lot of benefit to Xiaobai. Zhu Tianpeng started the idea of the eight-clawed golden dragon in the sky.

"Do you still have to ask? Tang Sanzang grinned, stepped out, and appeared in front of Mu Xiao and Yin Wei in a flash, facing the huge golden dragon.

"Tang Sanzang, what do you want to do!" Lingji looked at Tang Sanzang and frowned.

"I think it's a pity that no one like me stood in front of them a thousand years ago, and if there were, the story would have been different. Tang Sanzang glanced sideways at the white horse on the ground, his expression a little regretful.

"Crazy people who talk nonsense, I don't know why Guanyin Bodhisattva chose you to learn the scriptures. What do you know about a thousand years ago, five hundred years ago, this yellow-haired monster stole the glass cup, and I was blamed for negligence, and who said half a good word for me?" Lingji's face also had a little anger.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva's vision is much better than yours, and his mind is much more open-minded than yours. Tang Sanzang shook his head, and looked at Lingji with some disdain, "You are a man who cares about a small matter like a woman, and you have a grudge for a thousand years, with your status and status, and the two spirit beasts at the foot of Lingshan, don't you think it's cheaper?" Or do you think you're too lonely living on Lingshan, and you accidentally see someone's childhood sweetheart, and you feel like you've been stuffed with a handful of dog food, so you're in a bad mood, so you become a pervert?"

"Poof...... Hahaha, Master, I found that your scolding skills are half as good as mine. Zhu Tianpeng laughed directly.

"The eight-clawed golden dragon is a magic weapon given by Rulai, I'm afraid it's not that simple......" Sun Wukong looked at the eight-clawed golden dragon and frowned slightly.

"Is it dead? Why did the Buddha make the dragon into a magic weapon......" Ao Xiaobai's little face showed a sad expression, a little puzzled, and a little sad.

Although Lingji didn't understand what Tang Sanzang's so-called dog food was, he was still trembling angrily by Tang Sanzang's words, and waved his hand: "Since you hindered me from arresting Lingshan's criminals, you have to blame me for being injured by mistake!"

As soon as the words fell, the eight-clawed golden dragon twisted its body and rushed towards Tang Sanzang, the eight sharp claws waved, the air was distorted, as if it was about to be torn, and the huge mouth that opened was directly towards Tang Sanzang, what kind of accidental injury, it was clearly aimed at him.

The corners of Lingji's mouth pulled up a hint of a yin owl smile, but he soon regained his solemn appearance, the white lotus flower under his feet slowly rotated, and the golden robe on his body still shone brightly, looking like a bodhisattva who was saving suffering.

The eight-clawed golden dragon is refined by the eight-clawed golden dragon at the level of the demon king, although it is not as good as the demon king in its heyday, but it is by no means stoppable by ordinary demon emperors, and demon kings like Mu Xiao and Chu Jun are definitely not opponents.

Lingji looked at Tang Sanzang coldly, although the identity of the person who learned the scriptures was somewhat special, but if he was injured or killed by mistake, at most he would find another one, and Guanyin Bodhisattva should not turn his face against him for a mortal.

"Master Tang Seng, this matter has nothing to do with you, you can leave quickly, I just ask you to save Yin Wei......" Mu Xiao looked at Tang Sanzang and said, the experience of a thousand years ago, and the huge gap between him and Lingji, made him not see the slightest hope.

He didn't want Tang Sanzang to be innocently involved, and he was clear about Lingji's character of revenge. Turning his head to look at the white horse on the side, Mu Xiao showed a hint of a smile, "The wick has been extinguished, let me go with Luo Xi, she is most afraid of being alone." ”

"I'm sorry, I can't. Tang Sanzang shook his head and watched as the tooth and claw rushed towards the eight-clawed golden dragon.

With his feet slightly bent, he jumped up and grabbed two huge dragon horns.

"What posture is the most handsome to use to overturn a dragon?" Tang Sanzang hesitated for a moment, but he still didn't choose to learn Nezha to play a dragon riding show on such a dull occasion, and raised his hand and smashed it on the head of the dragon who was struggling desperately.

What bald head vs. eight-clawed golden dragon, fist to flesh, palm to blood, the scene of blood in the palm did not appear.

With a bang, dozens of golden dragon scales on the head of the eight-clawed golden dragon flew away, accompanied by a mournful dragon groan.

The giant dragon, which was more than ten zhang long, trembled all over, as if it had been drained of all its strength at once, fell from the sky, smashed out a long deep pit, and the golden light flashed, turning into a one-foot short stick wrapped around the eight-clawed golden dragon, and the golden light on the stick was also much dimmer.

The scene suddenly fell into silence, and anyone who looked at an eight-clawed golden dragon that was more than ten zhang long and whose strength was much higher than that of ordinary demon emperors was smashed back to its original form by Tang Sanzang's punch, and there was only a ghost who could calm down.

Tang Sanzang fell straight back to the ground, slightly bent his knees to unload most of his strength, glanced at the two toes that poked out of the cloth shoes, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a pair of shoes were scrapped again.

"Thank you. Yin Wei looked at Tang Sanzang's back and the deep pit smashed by the dragon over there, hesitated for a moment, and said softly.

"Golden ......" Mu Xiao looked at Tang Sanzang's back, as if he had thought of something, he was a little distracted, he shook his head again, smiled a little self-deprecatingly, and turned to look at the white horse, his eyes were a little sad.

"You...... You ......" Lingji looked at Tang Sanzang, his lips trembling, "The Flying Dragon Staff is a gift from the Buddha, how dare you treat it like this!

"Xiaobai, pick that thing back and play with it in the future. Tang Sanzang turned around and said to Ao Xiaobai, then looked at Lingji, pouted and said, "I also have things given by the Buddha himself, and there is more than one, so, what is this?"

"Okay, you don't see the Buddha, today I will personally arrest you, escort you back to Lingshan, and hand it over to the Buddha to decide. ”

Lingji took a deep breath, his hands pinched, the golden light on the robe became brighter and brighter, and a hundred and eight Bodhi beads floated up, spinning rapidly above his head, and eighteen golden-bodied gods and Buddhas appeared around him, chanting obscure Sanskrit in their mouths.

"It's not good, he wants to invite all the Buddhas and Dharma!" Sun Wukong was startled, and a flash appeared next to Tang Sanzang, "Master, let's get out of here quickly." ”

"What is that?" Tang Sanzang asked with some curiosity without moving.

Chu Jun in the Demon Emperor realm is not enough for him to fight, but he is really a little curious about what kind of strength the so-called Demon King is, how powerful the Bodhisattva is, and whether the gods and Buddhas of the heavens can overturn it with one punch.

In this way, it may be possible to judge whether he is qualified to stand in front of the Buddha and ask what he wants to ask.

Looking at Lingji's posture, it should be a magnifying move, the full force of the Demon King or the Heavenly King realm, he thinks this is a bit interesting.

"This is a trick often played by the bald heads of Lingshan, offering the Buddhas with the power of faith of all beings, and then inviting the Buddhas to appear when necessary. Sun Wukong pursed his lips and said with some disdain: "It's just a crooked way of the evil sect, a trick borrowed from external forces, I could easily take it when I was in my heyday, but now it's a bit tricky to deal with, anyway, I can't catch it now, let's avoid it first." ”

A golden giant Buddha dozens of feet high gradually solidified on Lingji's head.