In front of him, the eight-clawed golden dragon was biting and roaring, and the golden Buddha palm on it seemed to advance slowly and quickly, and the "light of the righteous path" on Tang Sanzang's body was faintly brighter.

For Tang Sanzang, only with the help of the effect of the "Light of the Righteous Path" can he break the law with his strength, and synchronize the mystery or fantasy of the golden Buddha palm to the level that his body can reach.

Immediately, Tang Sanzang, who was in the crisis of being attacked up and down, did not retreat but advanced, facing the eight-clawed golden dragon, his hands grabbed the dragon horn on the top of his head like pliers, and then the natural muscle lines on Tang Sanzang's body trembled faintly.

The hundred-meter-long eight-clawed golden dragon, the eight-clawed golden dragon that had been famous for its physique, was actually pulled and pulled by Tang Sanzang like this, and with a height of less than two meters, the hundreds of meters long eight-clawed golden dragon was waved like a whip towards the huge golden Buddha palm that was 100 meters high.

Even if the eight-clawed golden dragon was constantly struggling and roaring, even if the eight-clawed golden dragon was full of golden light, even if the eight-clawed golden dragon had the great power to move mountains and reclaim the sea, it was difficult to get rid of Tang Sanzang's ordinary palms, and it could only increase the power of Tang Sanzang's pump like a whip full of spirituality.

"Boom!"

The golden Buddha palm and the eight-clawed golden dragon collided together without any fancies.

I could faintly see the countless chanting Arhat monks in the Buddha's palm disappearing, the lotus flowers disappearing, and the dragon body of the eight-clawed golden dragon was immediately missing a small piece.

"Tangible and intangible......" Tang Sanzang felt the state of the so-called eight-clawed golden dragon in his hand, and at the same time found that there was a faint sadness in Ao Yu's eyes in his mind, and commented coldly.

This eight-clawed golden dragon didn't know how many Yuan Hui had died, but the dragon body and dragon soul fell into the hands of a certain power, and then they were completely refined into a magic weapon like the "Flying Dragon Staff".

Or the appearance is gorgeous, covering up many things, but for the dragon clan who are also Ao Yu, they can't help but mourn for the fate of their ancestors.

For Ao Yu's feelings, to a certain extent, he understands Tang Sanzang, who is indeed a good heart.

This is just like Tang Sanzang, as an ordinary human being, seeing the evil way that drives human corpses as puppets, but the appearance of those evil path puppets is not pleasant, and they can be understood to be extremely evil just by looking at it.

However, the flying dragon scepter in Lingji Bodhisattva's hand is much better-looking, full of golden light and Buddha meaning.

In essence, there is no difference!

"In that case, I'll give you a ride and relieve you."

Tang Sanzang suddenly threw the eight-clawed golden dragon into the sky, and then stepped into the void and shot towards the sky.

"This punch, calm my mind!"

A punch was thrown out, and it hit straight into the abdomen of the eight-clawed golden dragon, which was difficult to move under the huge inertia.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the entire Huangfeng Ridge faintly shook, and the sky suddenly formed a vortex vision under the aftermath.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, a crisp sound came from the eight-clawed golden dragon's body.

It was the sound of some kind of metal breaking, but it was like thunder in the ears of Lingji Bodhisattva.

And Lingji Bodhisattva, whose face had always been extremely calm from beginning to end, was at this moment staring at the eight-clawed golden dragon in the sky that had dissipated in a wail that seemed to be relieved, leaving only the flying dragon staff broken in two in mid-air.

There was no doubt that the Wyvern Staff had been irreversibly damaged, and even the connection between Lingji Bodhisattva and the Wyvern Scepter had become extremely weak.

At this moment, Lingji Bodhisattva's face was unusually ugly, and he was no longer as indifferent as he was just now.

That is the magic weapon given by the Buddha, and it is also the treasure that Lingji Bodhisattva relied on I don't know how many yuanhui, but I didn't expect it to be broken like this today, and it seems to have been broken by someone.

And in mid-air, Tang Sanzang naturally saw the flying dragon staff floating in mid-air and broken into two pieces that were constantly losing spirituality, and immediately reached out and scooped it into his hand.

Lingji Bodhisattva's expression changed several times in a row, and then he stepped on the lotus flower and flew hundreds of meters away from Tang Sanzang, and while maintaining a considerable distance, he spoke.

"It's difficult to level the Taoist friends, the Lingji Bodhisattva's skills are poor, it's the Taoist friends who have won, please return the flying dragon staff."

Faced with Lingji Bodhisattva's request, Tang Sanzang, whose appearance was hidden under the "light of the righteous path", answered the Tao indifferently. "Sorry......"

As Tang Sanzang slowly spread out his hands, the two Flying Dragon Staffs that fell into Tang Sanzang's hands were powdered in one piece, obviously crushed by Tang Sanzang with brute force.

Seeing this, Lingji Bodhisattva was angry, but he also felt a little chill from the bottom of his heart.

Crushing the spirit treasure with bare hands is simply unheard of!

It was Kong Xuan, who suddenly appeared in the battle of the gods, and he just used the innate supernatural power "five-color divine light" to brush up the magic weapons in the world, but the uneasy feeling in front of him was to crush the flying dragon staff with brute force, terrifying!

Although the magic weapon is good, Lingji Bodhisattva does not have the idea of risking his life to try the other party's magical brute force, and immediately has the meaning of confession in his heart.

"Lingji Daoyou, poor ...... I was curious, and I accidentally used a little more strength, but I didn't know if Lingji Daoist still wanted this flying dragon staff? Tang Sanzang asked with a bit of disdain and a smile in his tone.

Lingji Bodhisattva glanced at the flying dragon scepter that had lost almost all of its spirituality after a small piece was pinched into powder, but he understood that this flying dragon scepter was completely cut off, not to mention that it was restored to its original state.

"Since it is difficult to calm the Taoist friends, then I will give it to the Taoist friends, but please also ask the Taoist friends to write down this cause and effect, and he will return it in the future."

After saying that, Lingji Bodhisattva, who understood that he couldn't get benefits, didn't dare to stay for a long time, so he turned into Changhong and fled away, as if he was afraid that Tang Sanzang would chase and kill.

Watching the rainbow light of Lingji Bodhisattva disappear into the sky from afar, Tang Sanzang snorted coldly slightly, there was not much time left in the "Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon Realm", and he didn't mean to chase after it, so he put the two flying dragon scepters in the palms of his hands, and then closed them.

"Zizi Zi ......"

As the Flying Dragon Staff finally emitted a tooth-souring sound, the countless prohibitions contained in it all exploded, leaving only a few spiritual lights to escape into the air, which accompanied the Flying Dragon Staff, which Lingji Bodhisattva had created a great reputation in the Three Realms, completely turned into a cloud of powder.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Sanzang raised the ball of powder in his hand and muttered silently.

"Nan Wu Amitabha, the dragon soul that has been imprisoned for countless years, please rest in peace and reincarnate as soon as possible, good and good."

Then, Tang Sanzang's eyes narrowed slightly, and there were no figures of the Yellow Wind King and Zixia around him, guessing that the intelligent Zixia had probably taken the Yellow Wind King out of the range of the Yellow Wind Ridge.

Suddenly, a familiar feeling arose, and Tang Sanzang suddenly felt that his "Ground Level Limiter" had advanced a step forward again, and the amplitude was not small than before.