"Don't do that~"

This elegant and peaceful voice suddenly sounded in Tang Sanzang's Lingtai Consciousness Sea, but it made Tang Sanzang's eyes widen subconsciously.

"Who?!"

Subconsciously, Tang San hid his own image in the Lingtai Consciousness Sea, and his eyes swept back and forth, trying to find the source of the sound.

The voice just now did not come from the outside world, but sounded very clearly in the sea of Lingtai Knowledge.

No response......

Tang Sanzang, who had absolute control over his own Lingtai Zhihai, failed to find any visions in the Lingtai Zhihai, as if everything was business as usual.

In the vast sea of Lingtai Zhi, the top is still gray, and the bottom is like the earth, and in this desolate and incomparably desolate place, only a bare knot tree stands, lonely and eternal.

And with the westward journey, under the nourishment of a large amount of Sanguang Divine Water, the edge tree has unconsciously begun to take on the posture of a big tree supporting the sky.

It's just that I don't know if I inherited Tang Sanzang's will, but the edge tree is bare, and the only few leaves still grow out in childhood, and then it seems that the potential is exhausted, and no leaves are produced.

In this regard, Tang Sanzang was quite envious of the fate of the tree, after all, it still had a few green leaves hanging on the branches, and himself, it was really not a single grass.

"Yu'er, did you hear the voices of other people in the Lingtai Zhihai just now?" Tang Sanzang asked Ao Yu on the side.

"Huh? No, I don't. ”

Ao Yu's answer was a little unexpected for Tang Sanzang.

However, Tang Sanzang didn't believe that it was an illusion just now, and the voice ...... Where did it come from?

Finally...... Who is it?!

Tang Sanzang's thoughts in his heart turned sharply, but several possible goals emerged, and they were crossed out one by one......

No!

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, but a name appeared in Tang Sanzang's heart.

But...... Is this really possible?

If it is said that Maitreya Buddha can still have relics and a little gold body dust left, then this one should be a little bit of things that do not exist in the world now, right...... There is no reason to be alive.

However...... A certain intuition in the dark, combined with the inexplicable familiarity of the elegant and peaceful voice just now, Tang Sanzang's heart jumped, but he gradually leaned towards this almost impossible fact.

……

At the same time, there were thousands of rays of light that existed throughout the ages, and the white clouds that floated and moved seemed to evolve into a space where it was difficult for Da Luo Jin Immortal to comprehend Dao.

"Fellow Daoist, you're a bit of a rule breaker like this."

"How so? Just now, the poor monk just inadvertently muttered to himself. A man reclining on a white cloud, with compassion in his eyes and a light over himself, replied disapprovingly.

"Do you really think that I can't wait for deaf and blind?"

"The monks don't speak, and the poor monk did say a word unintentionally, so why should the donor chatter. If you have some leisure, why don't you have another one with the poor monk to comfort the donor? ”

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, this mysterious space returned to calm again, and among the white clouds, there were vague figures of different shapes and postures floating in it.

……

And in the Yellow Flower View, the multi-eyed golden centipede listened to Tang Sanzang's words that he was willing to bow down and be killed, and the multi-eyed golden centipede caught a trace of horror in the eyes of Tang Sanzang, whose expression was a little dull, but he couldn't help laughing and said.

"I'm afraid that the holy monk has misunderstood something, even if you are not a golden cicada, the poor Dao has never intended to let you get out of the Yellow Flower View."

With a single word, the multi-eyed golden centipede stepped on it, but it instantly crossed the distance between it and Tang Sanzang and his party, and took the lead in moving towards the sand monk with one finger.

Shoot the man before the horse!

The multi-eyed golden centipede's thoughts, of course, were not aimed at Ao Yu, but wanted to take down the "senior brother" who he was most afraid of by surprise.

For a while, as the multi-eyed golden centipede made a move, a fishy smell mixed with a little fragrant breath escaped, and the fingers that were lightly pointing towards the sand monk had a wisp of purple gold emerging.

Poison!

Sha Seng never expected that he would always be ignored, and he became the first target of the multi-eyed golden centipede.

However, fortunately, the sand monk, who has always been honest and upright, even if he usually has few opportunities to make a move, has never relaxed his vigilance, and when the demon pestle in his hand is raised, the crescent-shaped blade on one side is slashed towards the finger of the multi-eyed golden centipede.

At the same time, the monkey and Ao Yu were pulling and protecting Tang Sanzang to retreat to prevent the multi-eyed golden centipede of the "Flood Desolation to the Five Fierce Insects" with unknown magical powers from hurting Tang Sanzang.

As for Zhu Bajie, this time he was not as lazy and slack as usual, taking advantage of the multi-eyed golden centipede to shoot at the sand monk, the nine-toothed nail rake in his hand went straight to the head of the multi-eyed golden centipede, the cold light flickered, and the power was extraordinary.

The reaction of Tang Sanzang and his party was all seen by the multi-eyed golden centipede, but the doubts in their hearts subsided by three points.

'The right person and poor Dao really guessed correctly, this curtain general and Marshal Tianpeng are brave and responsible, and the little monkey is responsible for protecting the six-winged cicada. It seems that this six-winged cicada has entered the Western Heavenly Buddhism, not only has its supernatural power gone, but now after reincarnation, it has become a monk who has no power to restrain the chicken......

"But that's right, after all, Western Buddhism has always done this, and the six-winged cicada can protect itself, that's weird."

"Just today, let the poor Taoist give you a ride, and enter my belly, the six-winged cicada !!"

Just a thought, I saw that the finger that was originally pointing towards the sand monk turned in vain, and the purple gold floating on it quickly crossed a trace in mid-air, just avoiding the crescent blade of the demon pestle, not to mention, but also pointed towards Zhu Bajie's chest at an incredible angle.

React...... Fail!

Even though Zhu Bajie was already vigilant in his heart, but with this sudden finger, Zhu Bajie still didn't have time to react, and was directly pointed on his chest by that finger.

Almost instantly, Zhu Bajie's chest was dyed with a piece of purple gold, the mana melted, and his soul was defiled, but the nine-toothed nail rake, which was only a minute away from the head of the multi-eyed golden centipede, was no longer able to hold it.

"Second Senior Brother!"

The sand monk who was closest to Zhu Bajie, who had witnessed the whole process, glared angrily, roared, and smashed the wand in his hand towards the multi-eyed golden centipede with the power of Pingshan with both arms.

However, in the next moment, the sand monk suddenly felt a burst of weakness, and the wand in his hand slipped to the ground, and it was difficult to raise his arms in the air.

When he lowered his head slightly, the sand monk saw that the dust in the hand of the multi-eyed golden centipede was connected to his chest with a thin white thread.