"Helper?" Fashan wanted to vomit blood, but he didn't dare to vomit, and it was definitely not blood that he vomited at this time, but life.

I just said so much, didn't the monk in front of me listen?

The group of people behind them are not good people!

When he was deceived, the lessons of the past are in front of him, why should he repeat the mistakes of the past?

Fashan still wants to persuade something, but where will Tang Luo listen to him.

Tang Luo really admired Fashan's perseverance, righteousness, and willingness to sacrifice himself, but it didn't mean that he would do what Fashan thought.

"Mage, just stand up." Tang Luo stretched out his hand and grabbed the vines on Fashan's body.

"No!"

Fashan is very desperate, how many years have passed, and finally someone has come, why is it such a lawless person.

As a monk, with his hair and his actions, he waits for a long time to be a monk who breaks his vows?

"Yes. Who's that, come over and take a hand. Tang Luo said, and began to tear off the vines on Fashan's body.

Fashan wanted to cry without tears, and let Buddha Tangluo pick his clothes - well, in fact, there was not much difference.

For so many years, these vines have been Fashan's "clothes", and the real clothes he wears have long been tattered and unclothed.

If it weren't for these vines, what Tang Luo and they saw was an old beggar who was extremely thin.

Zhao Galun and King Kong walked up and helped Tang Luo tear the vines.

"Mage, please." Tearing open the vines, Tang Luo grabbed Fashan's suitable hands in front of him.

Fashan looked at King Kong angrily, and tried his best to resist, absolutely not moving, and not allowing the white snake resentful spirit to be born!

The poor monk is considered dead......

Half a second later, he was stuffed into King Kong's broad bosom by Don Luo.

At the same time, a yin wind blew from nowhere, and the surrounding temperature dropped instantly.

"Poof!"

Fashan spurted out a large mouthful of dark blood, his eyes widened, and then closed, startling King Kong.

Fortunately, he was just unconscious, and a golden halo appeared on his body, obviously with the power of merit to protect his body, which was enough to save his life, and he didn't have to worry about the failure of the mission because of the "death of grandpa".

According to convention, rescuing the "grandfather" of Fashan, as long as he runs fast enough, he can also complete the task.

But now, they are completely different "solutions".

At the moment when King Kong hugged the Fashan monk, relevant information appeared in the minds of the five of them:

Have rescued Grandpa, take him out of danger, and you can complete the mission and return.

It's a bit like Tang Luo's first mission, he needs to go somewhere. This task is to get out of a certain range, just rescue people, and run a few meters outside, it will definitely not work.

King Kong, they just took Fashan and retreated, and did not leave.

They may not be able to help Master Xuanzang with anything, but at least they can become salted fish who can shout 666, and they can blow it in the future - they can help Master Xuanzang advertise.

Besides, they took the benefits, and now they just turn around and run, what should they do if they are recorded by Master Xuanzang?

The festival value is not so high that Tang Luo can't beat it later, and everyone can't beat it together, and they have to live and die together, but it is not low enough to turn around and run now.

The most important thing is that even if you want to run, you have to run away.

King Kong had no doubt that before they ran away with Fashan, Xuanzang could have slapped them all and killed them.

"Haven't you come out yet?"

In the real yin wind, everyone felt that the temperature was dropping significantly, and the breath they spit out became a "white practice".

The original remnant sun was like blood, and it quickly dimmed, quickly moving forward like a dark night—I don't know if it was caused by the white snake's resentful spirit.

Before it was really born, the White Snake Resentful Spirit had such a powerful power, which was terrifying.

It also made King Kong really confirm that they could only shout 666.

Tang Luo stood in front of the tomb, his face was not in a hurry, his hands naturally hung down at his side, and he seemed to have finished pranayama and was ready for a big battle.

As for the real situation, no one knows.

The grave bag in front of him began to have some "movements", arching one after another, giving people the illusion of fetal movement.

A moment later, the tomb cracked, and a figure appeared, standing in front of Tang Luo.

This person is not tall, his figure is quite thin, his temperament is weak, he crawled out of the grave bag, but he was clean blue and white robes, wearing a square scarf, and he looked like an ancient scholar.

Not a white snake.

Looking at the appearance, it is more like the Xu Xuan that Fashan said!

The resentful spirit here is not the White Snake, but Xu Xuan?!

Qin Menglan and the others all widened their eyes, and Li Qing and Yun Xiaohuan's expressions were even more surprised, with doubts and thoughtfulness that others did not have.

It seemed that they thought of some questions that Qin Menglan and the three of them hadn't thought of.

"Xu Xuan?" Tang Luo asked, but he was not in a hurry.

Xu Xuan's eyes gradually changed from confused and cloudy to clear: "That's right, I'm Xu Xuan." ”

As he spoke, his right hand turned into an afterimage and stabbed into Tang Luo's chest, like a lightning bolt.

"Where's the White Snake?" Tang Luo asked.

The five fingers that were put together, with the middle finger as the tip, were like a sharp sword and a spear, tearing Tang Luo's clothes open.

It landed his chest.

In exchange, it was just a question from Tang Luo.

"I can feel her there. Why do you have to hide, I have to kill the little ones first, and then the old ones? Tang Luo continued, reaching out and grabbing Xu Xuan's right hand that he had not withdrawn, and pulled it to the side casually.

Xu Xuan staggered a few steps, as if he was a real weak scholar, and fell to the ground, very consistent.

can't help but make King Kong and Zhao Galen have an illusion of "I can do it too" - the premise is to ignore the "thorn" just now.

Xu Xuan propped his hands on the ground and was about to stand up, but Tang Luo had already stepped on his back and stepped on it again.

A little white mark on his chest quickly faded as he turned.

That step also looked light and light, but with Xu Xuan as the center, a shallow pit that was sunken directly appeared around it.

Cracks spread out in all directions.

Xu Xuan's hands, which were originally supporting the ground, folded behind his back strangely, and grabbed Tang Luo's feet completely in line with normal human physiology.

Silently, he began to exert his strength to lift the mountain on his back.

Then, the shallow pit deepened again, and half of Xu Xuan's body sank into the ground, and his face was completely buried in the dirt.

"Isn't it a bit of a bully?" Zhao Galen couldn't help but say.

It's miserable, it's really miserable.

Originally, it was expected not to be evenly matched, but at least it was a big battle where you came and went, and there were back and forth.

Unexpectedly, Xu Xuan's resentful spirit that crawled out was like "Xiucai met a warrior monk", and was unilaterally and completely beaten.

"I think he's angry, too." Qin Menglan said in a low voice, such a ruthless and unrighteous cold-blooded beast, no matter how much he did it.

"Yes." Zhao Galun nodded, he said so, but if it were him, it was estimated that he would be beaten mercilessly and to death.

Tang Luo bent down, grabbed one of Xu Xuan's arms, and straightened up.

Xu Xuan's arm was suddenly straightened, tightened, and still stretched little by little......

Just as Tang Luo was about to tear off Xu Xuan's arm, Xu Xuan, who had his entire face buried on the ground, suddenly let out a roar: "I'm not...... Xu Xuan! ”

A golden light burst out from the palm of his right hand.

Tang Luo's head and body slammed to the side, and the golden light brushed against his cheek, picked up a few hairs, and flew diagonally upward, just embedded in the cliff behind him.

It's still very deep, and I don't know what it is.

"It's ......"

Tang Luo frowned, his gaze retracted from the landing point of the golden light, and looked at Xu Xuan not far away.

When he turned sideways just now, Xu Xuan took the opportunity to break free, broke away from the suppression, and one arm hung down at his side.

The other one was casually thrown away by Tang Luo and turned into a wisp of black smoke.

Xu Xuan stared at Tang Luo, his eyes bursting with dazzling brilliance: "I'm not ......"

But before he could say anything, the brilliance quickly dimmed, and the madness, tyranny, and resentment quickly diffused.

The look just now seems to be back to the light.

Tang Luo's gaze fell back on Xu Xuan.

As if it was a signal, Xu Xuan moved, the fishy wind blew on his face, and the tiger came out of the cage!

In the form of a beast, he pounced on Tang Luo.

Tang Luo's body tilted slightly to the left, his right foot was raised, and the whip leg came first, pumping on Xu Xuan's stomach.

The sound of air exploding came out, and the moment the two touched, a white air stream visible to the naked eye flashed.

Xu Xuan's body split into two parts in mid-air and fell to the ground.

The lower half of his body quickly turned into a cloud of black gas and dissipated without a trace.

The upper body began to swell, and a huge black scorpion claw drilled out of the fracture of the right arm.

The other intact arm also began to twist, turning into a black scorpion claw.

The two scorpion claws waved open and closed, and they were covered with "hair" like steel needles, and their hideousness was even worse than the "scimitar" of the black centipede.

At the break in the waist, the scorpion's tail comes out, and then the foot.

A moment later, a huge, hideous, half-human, half-scorpion monster appeared in front of everyone.

The tyrannical and resentful aura was so strong that it seemed to be a substantial weight, pressing on the shoulders of Qin Menglan and the others.

Scorpion Spirit!

At this moment, Xu Xuan turned into a twisted scorpion spirit, just like a villager in a village.

"Huh." Tang Luo chuckled, "In the past ten years, it seems that you have been tortured." It all makes me a little reluctant to kill you, but if I don't kill you, the snake spirit won't come out. ”

The scorpion Xu Xuan didn't have the "reason" just now, and the two scorpion claws opened, one up and down, accompanied by the whistling sound of breaking the air, and they were respectively headed at Tang Luo's head and waist.

Tang Luo raised his hands, and the shadow of his palm appeared in the sky, and the rain seemed to fall on the scorpion spirit.

"Smack!"

With a crisp slapping sound, Tang Luo's hands were folded in front of his chest, and the scorpion essence in front of him stiffened in midair.

Starting from the scorpion claw, it turned into a black aura and completely dissipated between heaven and earth.