"Master, you made the female bodhisattva vomit blood." Ao Yulie looked at Qinglang with a somewhat dazed and resentful look, and spoke.

There was a burst of excitement in my heart, worthy of being a master, still as strong as ever, even if I was injured.

"Shooting" is a female bodhisattva - wait, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with whether or not you get hurt.

The third prince of Yulong prides himself on being suave and handsome in the world, but he can't learn anything.

The senior brother also said: "Don't look at the little white dragon, you can't learn it." ”

"Guan Weishi is something, Weishi just glanced at her." Tang Luo said.

Although he appeared a little more stylishly, Tang Luo Ke did not deliberately exude any "come, fight happily" atmosphere, and it was mediocre and ordinary.

There is no reason to be able to vomit blood at a glance.

So, there is only one truth.

"Female Bodhisattva, do you want the poor monk to consecrate you?" Tang Luo looked at Qinglang, his eyes flashing with wisdom.

After a little thought, he came to the truth:

When the Boundless Sect encountered a great enemy, although they repelled the other party, Qinglang received the secret wounds, which has not healed so far, and is often closed.

So, where should you go for treatment if you are injured? Master Xuanzang opens the light to help you!

"If you want the poor monk to consecrate you, you can say directly, you can say directly, the poor monk will not consecrate you." Tang Luo said.

If there is business coming to the door, how can you not take it?

Qinglang is definitely not a bad person, the harvest of helping her open the light will inevitably be greater than the consumption, how could Tang Luo refuse such a good thing?

There is no need to make an appointment to fight first, and then spit blood before the fight starts, which is a behavior of touching porcelain and slandering people, and it is not worth advocating.

"Kaiguang?" Qing Lang's somewhat distracted gaze gradually returned to clarity.

She didn't think that her demons were far more serious than she imagined.

Seeing Xuanzang riding the dragon appear, looking at himself, the moment his eyes made contact, he seemed to see himself who had been the weakest.

The past and the present are intertwined, and the fragments of reality and fantasy emerge in front of my eyes, and for a while, the real anger is chaotic and conflicting, and I am injured.

"Nope." Qing Lang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and his face was awe-inspiring, "Qing Lang wants to fight with the master, and I ask the master to give him advice." ”

“…… Monk! If anything goes wrong with my senior sister, I will never die with you. Tang Luo hadn't answered yet, and Haotian couldn't hold back his mouth over there.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, a huge dragon claw suddenly appeared above his head and fell.

Haotian was pressed to the ground by Ao Yulie's claw.

After retracting, there was a shallow paw print on the ground, and Haotian was lying on the ground, his whole body was as if he had been hit by a mountain, the pain was numb, he couldn't move at all, and his face was full of distraction.

"I can't even catch a claw, and you still want to fight with my master?" Ao Yulie scoffed.

Tang Luo ignored the unlucky child Haotian and patted Ao Yulie's head.

Ao Yulie realized, his body shook, turned into a human form, and shook his hair, looking at Yu Xuanzi and the others: "Are you here to watch the battle, or are you here to send them to death?" ”

Yu Xuanzi looked at the second elder Haotian who was still distracted on the ground, but not dead, shook his head with a wry smile and said, "We have no intention of interfering. ”

"That's good." Ao Yulie nodded.

"Female Bodhisattva, do you really want to fight with the poor monk?" Tang Luo stood not far in front of Qinglang, "Is it for the sake of the past?" ”

"Yes and no." Qinglang didn't hide it, "The master is my inner demon. ”

"Huh?" Tang Luo was a little puzzled, "Is it a psychological shadow?" Is it that if you defeat me, you will be able to break the demons in your heart? ”

Qinglang hesitated slightly and nodded.

If that doesn't break the demons, what else can she do?

"Oh, come on, then." Tang Luo nodded.

Helping people through the calamity of the demons in their hearts is also considered a good deed, and there will be the power of merit.

Qinglang closed his eyes and opened them again, his eyes were already full of fierce colors, and the robe and long hair on his body automatically rose up without wind.

On the ground under his feet, sword marks appeared.

It was the sword qi emitted by the Heavenly Crystal Flowing Frost, and it was already so powerful before it moved.

Yu Xuanzi and the others were overjoyed, but when they thought of the more terrifying Tang Luo, the little joy in their hearts suddenly sank into the sea.

Compared with Qinglang's sword qi, it is full of momentum.

Tang Luo looked very unremarkable, with one hand slightly behind his back, and the other hand on his chest, waiting for Qing Lang to make a move.

Qing Lang's right hand pinched into a sword trick and pointed towards Tang Luo.

"One Yuan and Two Yi, the edge is broken, and it is fast!"

Just like the moves when I first saw them, the power is completely different.

The Heavenly Crystal Stream Frost disappeared in an instant, without the raging sword qi, without the terrifying sense of oppression.

All the power has been condensed and condensed in one point.

Before everyone could notice where the disappearing Heavenly Crystal Flowing Frost was, it appeared in front of Tang Luo's eyes.

It is only "the thickness of a finger" from the center of its eyebrows.

The rift in the sword is even more pronounced than before.

Tang Luo didn't dodge or dodge, letting the blade of the Heavenly Crystal Flowing Frost fall on his eyebrows, and time seemed to stand still at this moment.

With the next breath, endless sharp sword qi burst out from above the Heavenly Crystal Flowing Frost.

The space around Tang Luo was completely enveloped by sword qi.

If someone approached at this time, I am afraid that they would be torn into a blood mist in an instant.

The ground under his feet was suddenly cut off a whole layer, and it was covered with a large number of sword marks.

But these sword marks are not chaotic, but form a mysterious pattern.

The Heavenly Crystal Flowing Frost trembled in Tang Luo's eyebrows, and it was difficult to advance an inch, and there were more and more cracks on it.

Qing Lang moved at this time, and his body crossed an afterimage, appearing in front of Tang Luo, and his right hand, which was pinched into a sword trick, pressed on top of the Heavenly Crystal Flowing Frost.

A clear sword roared.

The Celestial Crystal Frost turned into a large number of fragments, which did not fall to the ground, but echoed the mysterious pattern formed by the sword marks on the ground.

It seems that a small sword formation has been formed.

After Qing Lang pointed at the Exploding Sky Crystal Cream, he did not reduce castration and pressed it on Tang Luo's forehead.

The moment of contact, all the forces of the sword formation converged, and all of them poured towards Tang Luo.

Tang Luo's white hair fluttered back, but his robe did not move.

Qing Lang maintained the posture of making a move, his chest rising and falling, and his face was pale.

The blow just now burst out with her strongest power, a shocking sword, and there was no follow-up.

Tang Luo tilted his head back slightly and took a step back.

Qinglang's body shook, and he sat down on the ground, unable to stand up again.

The gap is still unimaginably large, the same as before - no, even bigger than before.

The stronger he became, the more Qinglang felt the distance between himself and Master Xuanzang in front of him.

Like a moat, it can't be crossed at all, which is also an important reason for the entanglement of demons.

After all the hardships, across the mountains and the sea, over the hills, I thought I had reached the end of the line—at least I could see the man's back.

But he found that there was no one waiting in front of him, and that person was already above the nine heavens, and he couldn't even touch the shadow.

"Master......" Yu Xuanzi shouted loudly, he saw that Qinglang's eyes were gradually dimming, and even the vitality was dissipating.

Demons! How could there be such a terrible demon!

Haotian also barely got up from the ground, intending to come over.

Ao Yulie kicked him unceremoniously and kicked him to the ground: "With the master here, you can be rescued if you die, don't make trouble." ”

I sighed in my heart, although I don't have much common language with my master and brothers, it's so cool to be with them!

It is cool to learn from experience for a while, and it is always cool to learn from experience.

Although it is no longer a matter of learning from the scriptures, Ao Yulie suddenly regained the feeling of the past.

This kind of emotion can be called a fox and a fake tiger, or it can be described in one sentence: "My master is Tang Xuanzang!" ”

Going deeper, it can be similar to the idea of Haotian's unlucky child: I called my master (senior sister) to beat you!

"Amitabha."

Here, Tang Luo shouted a Buddha horn, and the meritorious jade lotus trembled slightly, and a warm light fell on Qinglang's body, recovering the injuries on her body.

The feeling of a candle in the wind disappeared suddenly.

It's just that Qinglang still has no look in his eyes, and his heart is like ashes.

"Female Bodhisattva, you are the one who won." Tang Luo said.

"I won?" Qinglang raised his head, his voice empty and resentful.

"Yes." Tang Luo squatted down, leaned his face over, grabbed Qinglang's hand, and pressed her index finger on the center of her eyebrows, "Do you feel it?" ”

Qinglang was a little puzzled, but he felt a little warm.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand, and there was a faint trace of blood on his finger.

On Tang Luo's eyebrows, there was an extremely slight wound, and a faint trace of blood appeared.

"You hurt the poor monk, this fight, the female bodhisattva won." Tang Luo said.

Qing Lang didn't speak, he stretched out his hand again, and gently stroked Tang Luo's eyebrows.

However, the scars on it have disappeared without a trace, and not even the white marks have been left.

"At least, I felt the shadows." Qing Lang muttered, as if he was talking to himself, as if he was talking to Tang Luo again.

"Ahem." Tang Luo coughed lightly.

Qing Lang withdrew his hand in an instant.

"No, the poor monk doesn't care about that." Tang Luo said with a smile, "The poor monk just thought about it, since the female bodhisattva takes the poor monk as her inner demon, she might as well take the poor monk as the target in another way." With the qualifications of a female bodhisattva, the achievements in the future are limitless, and we still have the opportunity to fight again. ”

Qinglang laughed, like a hundred flowers blooming: "Is this true? ”

"Monks don't speak." Tang Luo clasped his hands, bowed slightly, and stood up again.

Qinglang realized his sitting posture and stood up, but there was no panic in his eyes, but he was calm.

Have the demons been removed?

No, Qinglang didn't know, but she knew that at least she had found a goal, a direction.

"Good." Tang Luo smiled, very good, and earned another amount of merit.

Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

"The poor monk took his leave, and the monsters that were rampant in the great seclusion have not been eliminated." Tang Luo said, walking to the edge of the dangerous peak, without stopping.

Ao Yulie's body flashed, and he turned into a dragon form again.

Tang Luo was already sitting on top of the dragon's head.

"Female Bodhisattva, there is a fate to fight again." Tang Luo said, Ao Yulie's dragon body twisted and galloped away.

"Master." Yu Xuanzi walked over, and her voice was full of surprise.

The peak turns around, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village!

Master Xuanzang is really a holy monk!

It's just that why did you grab Master's hand, why did you look so skilled with that smooth and gentle movement?