The golden horn, who was about to get up, was stepped on his back by Tang Luo and stepped back to the ground.

He was slammed on the ground, and his body seemed to be pressed against thousands of mountains again, and he couldn't move.

"It's you?! Tang Xuanzang! ”

The face of the golden horn buried in the ground was extremely hideous.

Although the appearance was different, he had already sensed that it was an illusion.

The person who stepped on him was none other than Tang Xuanzang back then!

The person he hates second, the first is Sun Wukong.

"That's right, it's the poor monk." Tang Luo said, "Seeing that you are so miserable, the poor monk is relieved." ”

Without waiting for the golden horn to speak, Sun Wukong had already arrived behind him, and the golden hoop stick in his hand was picked up directly.

"Break limbs." Tang Luo said at the right time.

The direction of the golden hoop rod changed, and it smashed four times in succession, smashing the limbs of the golden horn to pieces.

After doing this, Sun Wukong put the golden hoop stick on the ground and stood on the ground, while he sat on the ground with a *** breath.

At this moment, he looked terrifying and miserable.

Two-thirds of the body was charred and reddish, and blood kept flowing out and onto the ground, forming a small stream.

The rest was not even charred flesh, revealing the white bones.

The injuries are extremely serious.

But Sun Wukong smiled very happily, as if he was pressed on his heart, and part of the mountain above his head was moved.

I've never felt so emotional, and I've never felt so light.

Sun Wukong was happy, and the golden horn was naturally extremely furious, and forcibly "took out" the jade net bottle and banana fan to do something.

Before he had time to do something, Zhu Bajie next to him reached out and grabbed the two magic weapons in his hands, and didn't forget to say: "Thank you." ”

Begin to erase the imprint left by the golden horn on the magic weapon.

was forcibly robbed of two magic weapons, and was traumatized again, and the seriously injured Golden Horn vomited a mouthful of blood and almost passed out.

"Silverhorn told me, are you playing with Goku? Having fun? Tang Luo stepped on the golden horn and said casually.

"Hmph."

A muffled voice came out, and the golden horn was very stiff, "Your apprentice is already our toy, a dog we raise!" You, the master, are you happy to see it? ”

"Goku."

Tang Luo said.

Sun Wukong casually took the golden hoop stick and smashed it down.

The golden horn's body shook, and his waist down was almost broken, and the injury was even more serious.

"It seems that you enjoy this feeling of being beaten up and feeling like you're still in control of the situation and laughing wildly, and you think you're handsome?" Tang Luo said slowly, "I didn't see that your golden horn was such a shaker M before. ”

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, and the monks are compassionate."

"So the poor monk will fulfill your wishes."

"Wukong, just take a breath." Tang Luo took a step back and handed the golden horn to Sun Wukong, who was still terrifying.

Sun Wukong grabbed the neck of the golden horn, pulled it in front of him, and aimed a hideous smile at him: "I don't know why, when I saw you, I felt very angry." ”

The golden horn's mouth opened and he uttered a few muffled words.

"What are you talking about?" Sun Wukong showed Sen Ran, sharp teeth, and pulled the golden horn over.

Golden Horn's eyes drooped, and he continued to whisper words that were inaudible.

"Let's be clear." Sun Wukong put his ear to the mouth of the golden horn.

Suddenly, a magic sound poured into his mind, and he let go of the golden horn in his hand, Sun Wukong took two steps back, grabbed his head with both hands, and smashed it heavily on the stone next to him.

The stone was smashed to the head, but it did nothing to relieve the pain.

The terrifying magic sound continued to pour into his mind, and he couldn't resist at all, and the feeling of weakness hit him, and it seemed difficult to even stand.

"Spell of Tightness!"

Zhu Wuneng's face changed greatly, why did the golden horn tighten the spell!

"Let me go, or let your disciple be buried with you!"

The spell of the Tightening Spell barely formed a sentence, and the golden horns with severed limbs were suspended in mid-air and looked at Tang Luo.

As soon as the words fell, Tang Luo reached out and grabbed it.

The head of the golden horn fell into his hand, and the five fingers were folded, and the head and the spirit were pinched together.

"Stupid? The hostages are not in hand, and they dare to put forward conditions? The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the prototype of the fox was not revealed, Tang Luo shook the blood stains on his hands, and if he didn't shake them clean, he wiped them on the brocade robe to wipe the blood away.

Next to him, Zhu Wuneng swallowed his saliva hard, and suddenly understood why Tang Luo's robe was so bloody.

"What's going on? Why did he tighten the spell? ”

Sun Wukong lay on the ground, his voice hoarse and low.

"It's a bit heavy to say, and the teacher is also thinking about choosing a suitable time." Tang Luo said.

"Say." Sun Wukong uses words to prove that it is suitable now.

Tang Luo nodded, walked to the side and sat down: "The matter should start from the collapse of the mountain and sea realm where the teacher is located. ”

Simply shattered the mountain and sea realms to form countless new worlds, and the golden horn and silver horn were the two of the mountain and sea realms.

There are also a few words revealed by the silver horn and the golden horn, and I also said it again.

"What they mean is that we are just their pawns, and that everything is under their control?" Zhu Wuneng's face was extremely ugly, and he was full of black energy.

Almost from a domestic pig to a wild boar.

Sun Wukong didn't move more at this time, and hung his head down, so that people couldn't see his expression.

"Yes." Tang Luo nodded.

"Who are they?" Sun Wukong's deep voice came out.

"I don't know." Tang Luo said, "It may be the gods and Buddhas in the past, or it may be the monsters that have been violently beaten and taken away before." ”

"Okay."

Sun Wukong raised his head and showed a hideous smile, "Then find them and smash them all to death!" ”

“…… That's not the problem. Zhu Wuneng said, "Who are we, and everything we know and experience is false?" ”

"Does it matter?" Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Wuneng, "I just want to find those people now, and then kill them, or be killed by them, originally my old Sun planned to do so, but now it's just more certain." ”

Sun Wukong's idea has never been to go to the west to learn scriptures.

He wants to go to the West Heaven and fight with that "bald monk" Rulai again, you will live and die!

Nothing else.

his mother's intrigues, his mother's chess pieces, toys.

What is the truth? Unimportant!

Even if my grandson is a dog with a collar, then he has to pounce on it and bite off a bite of flesh!

Zhu Wuneng's face turned black.

If everything is an arrangement of some high being, it means......

"Don't think about it." Zhu Bajie patted Zhu Wuneng on the shoulder, "If you are not happy, kill the West Heaven with us, God blocks and kills God, Buddha blocks and kills Buddha, kill in front of those behind-the-scenes, and then admire their panicked appearance, and then smash those poor and ridiculous faces, isn't it happy?" ”

"Can it be done?" Zhu Wuneng said.

"You alone can't do that." Zhu Bajie told the truth, "Together, it's as easy as a snap." ”

He pointed at Tang Luo: "Did you see Master, he just had the same idea back then, and he marched all the way to the West Heaven." ”

"And then the conspiracy was crushed?" Inogo's dark eyes brightened.

"Nope." Zhu Bajie said, "Although he has always felt that he is surrounded by conspiracy, the Buddha is very good to the master, just like his own son." Until the mountains and seas were shattered, nothing strange happened. ”

“……”

Zhu Wuneng felt that if he couldn't beat it, he, a suspected impostor, would pick up the nine-tooth nail rake and fight hard with the real thing in front of him.

"How do I know if your appearance is also part of the conspiracy?" Inogo asked.

"Huh?" Zhu Bajie blinked, "This is also true, it's not impossible for you to say this." ”

"Shouldn't you be persuaded at this time?" Pig Wu can be a little crazy, you admit a fart!

Zhu Bajie nodded, and said to him: "Okay, I advise you to go with us and kill a cool person, or you can stay here, we have no objection." In fact, pretending to be this sand monk is very boring, and it is not even good to talk much. ”

This dead sand monk was a very taciturn man with few words.

Over there, Tang Luo sat on the white horse again, and Sun Wukong, who had ostensibly recovered from his injuries, stood beside him with a golden hoop stick, ready to go.

…… This group of people, don't they have brains? Can't think?

Zhu Wuneng is very helpless.

Or is the result of their thinking "We rush up and kill them without leaving a piece of armor"?

The person who solves the manufacturing problem is equivalent to solving the problem.

It's really hard for you to think about such a result.

Zhu Wuneng was still thinking about it, and a few figures flew over from the sky: "Who dares to make trouble in my Lotus City!" ”

It is the remaining demon generals under the command of Golden Horn and Silver Horn.

They weren't as fast as the Golden Horn, and now it's too late.

Sun Wukong jumped up and rushed towards those demon generals, and the golden hoop stick waved out the shadow of the stick: "Your grandfather Sun is here, come and lead the death!" ”

Fighting broke out again.

Blood fell from the sky and dripped onto the pig Wuneng's face, which was Sun Wukong's blood.

Zhu Wuneng clenched his right hand into a fist, gritted his teeth, and took out the nine-tooth nail rake that belonged to him: "Your grandfather pig is also here!" A piece rushed up.

Zhu Bajie looked up at the demons entangled in the sky, and said, "Master, he can't be the reincarnation of Senior Brother's remnant soul or something, right?" It's the same as a dog's mouth. ”

"Not really." Tang Luo shook his head, "Since someone is doing the game, then we will break the game, and the truth will emerge at that time." ”

Zhu Bajie glanced at the corpse of the golden horn and felt that it was not necessarily.

Not every behind-the-scenes boss likes to come out and explain everything.

Although Tang Luo is a listener, there are always unexpected situations, such as just now, Tang Luo disliked the golden horn and dared to put forward conditions without even catching the hostages, and pinched to death when he shot.

"It's still the upper hand for both of them?" Tang Luo looked at the sky and clasped his hands together, "The Dharma is boundless!" Wukong, Wu Neng, let these monsters feel the weight of the Dharma. ”

Sun Wukong and Zhu Wuneng suddenly churned, feeling that they could poke a hole in the sky.

"Gone."

Tang Luo patted the white dragon horse's neck, and the sound of the horse's hooves was hidden in the sound of battle coming from the sky.

Started the second westward journey, this time, there should be no gods and Buddhas to say, "Holy monk, this is my mount...... Give face".