"If someone won't let me go, then how can I turn back?"

The strange man's originally bland voice was full of helplessness and grief at the moment.

"It's hard to say! It depends on what kind of blocking method it is?"

Sanzang expressed helplessness.

"I don't want to kill people, but they want to force me to kill people, do you think I can put down the butcher knife with these people?"

The strange man's tone was excited.

"Can't put it down!

Sanzang's answer was crisp.

"Hehe! Master is such a wonderful person, I have met many monks, but they all say that since they kill people, whatever the reason is, it is wrong, and the master is the first person who told me not to put down the butcher's knife. ”

The strange man laughed, and his voice was a little unpleasant.

"Does the master know who I killed?"

The strange man asked Sanzang.

"I don't want to know, and I don't have to know, because the donor already knows what he has to do, so why should the poor monk add trouble to the donor?"

Sanzang secretly scolded this thing in his heart for being sick, what do you tell me about killing people?

"The master is the first monk I have ever met that I admired, and I was a little confused, but after talking to the master, I already know what to do. Thank you Master for today, but this place will soon become a place of right and wrong, so Master should leave as soon as possible!"

"Did you say anything?"

Sanzang asked loudly as he grabbed the stranger's clothes.

The strange man originally wanted to break free from Sanzang, but found that he couldn't do it, so he had to speak:

"There's a gang after me, and if the timing is right, they'll be here tonight. ”

"What's the situation, why is the old man's temple about to become a place of right and wrong, are you going to do a god? Don't think that if you give a gold ingot, you will really become an uncle!"

Sanzang tugged at the strange man's clothes and opened his mouth indignantly.

Suddenly there was a roar, and Sanzang felt the floor shake, and then heard a neat sound.

"There is no trace of the phantom under the moon, but the evil blood and the moon are red, and an invitation to the moon prison is coming!"

"They're coming!"

The strange man's tone was heavy, and there was a piercing chill in his eyes.

Listening to the roar, Sanzang had a bad feeling in his heart, threw down the strange man, and hurriedly rushed out of the Buddha hall, Sanzang saw a scene that made him grief-stricken.

The walls around the Temple of Wuliang collapsed one after another, and a group of people wearing bloody clothes and hideous ghost masks stood one after another.

"Oh my wall! You goddamn bastards, you don't leave the main gate, you actually tear down my wall! I tell you, you have a big deal today, if you ......."

However, before Sanzang finished speaking, an iron sedan chair suddenly fell from the sky, directly smashing the Buddha hall behind Sanzang, and Sanzang was also accidentally buried below.

Rumble!

There was an explosion, and in the collapsed ruins, a strange man and a white-haired bewitching man flew out.

"It's really unharmed!

The white-haired bewitching man held a blood-colored folding fan in his hand, and his tone was a little sparse.

"I really didn't expect them to send you, Moon No Demon!

The strange man touched his chest, and it was already a patch of blood at the moment.

"Don't worry, you can't die, I'm measured!"

The white-haired bewitching man opened his mouth with a smile.

"You want to know the whereabouts of that thing, that's impossible, for that thing, I've been at your mercy for so many years, even if I die today, I won't tell you the whereabouts of that thing. ”

The weirdo opened his mouth and shouted that he would not compromise.

The bewitching white-haired man who was originally smiling turned cold.

"Since you want to die so much, then I'll give you a ride. ”

"Blood Fan!"

With a soft snort, the blood-red folding fan in the hand of the white-haired bewitching man turned into a fan shadow in the sky, attacking the strange man with a blood-colored edge.

Facing the blood fan that struck from the sky, the strange man clenched his right hand into a fist, emitting a dark green halo, and a powerful evil energy was released from it.

"The demon shakes the sky!"

The strange man swung his right fist, and the blood fan in the sky was crushed.

"Humph!"

The bewitching man snorted coldly, his body was as fast as lightning, and he quickly attacked the stranger.

"Bloody Fingers!"

During the attack, the bewitching man's right hand turned into a finger, and a dangerous force condensed on the finger.

The strange man did not retreat in the face of the bewitching man's attack, but turned his fist into a palm and took the initiative to meet the bewitching man.

"Demon Shattered Mountain!"

The two fingers touched, and neither of them won, but quickly continued to fight, and all the fists and legs were displayed.

Every move and every move of the two of them contained great energy, and the sand and gravel around them were shattered and flew because of the fight between the two, and a deep pit had been carved out by the two of them under their feet.

And at this moment, the originally peaceful ruins suddenly exploded.

The two people who fought each other were immediately shocked by this movement.

"What's the situation?"

The bewitching man looked at the exploded ruins suspiciously.

In the dust of the ruins, a figure slowly appeared.

"Buddha said, I'm angry!"

Sanzang looked angrily at the bewitching man and the group of ghost-faced people he brought.

The bewitching man saw clearly that Sanzang was a monk, so he said with some unhappiness:

"Where did the bald donkey come from, how dare you ......"

However, before he could finish his sentence, an angry voice came from behind him.

"What did you dead shemale just scold me for?"

The white-haired bewitching man's cold hair exploded, he didn't even notice how Sanzang got behind him, he obviously saw that Sanzang was still in front of him just now, but in an instant, Sanzang actually came behind him.

The white-haired bewitching man turned around quickly, but to his horror, Sanzang's voice sounded behind him again.

"What do I ask you?

The white-haired bewitching man felt a deep fear, he was a powerhouse in the Mortal Realm, but he couldn't notice how the old monk behind him got behind him, and it was conceivable that the old monk's cultivation was definitely too much more than himself.

According to the white-haired bewitching man's guess, Sanzang was at least the Venerable of the Spirit Sea Realm, because he was confident that he could compete with the Hua Dan Realm for a few moves.

"There are many offenses in the next, and I hope that the seniors will forgive me, and the next is the head of the Moon Prison, Yue Wudemon, if the seniors are dissatisfied, I hope to give the next opportunity to atone!"

Yue Wuxian was very nervous at the moment, he was afraid that Sanzang wouldn't even give him a chance to speak.

Hearing that this product said compensation, Sanzang was immediately moved.

"Then how do you think you should atone for your sins? You must know that you have demolished my temple!"

In the face of Sanzang's inquiry, the white-haired bewitching man said with a slightly happy face:

"I know that my predecessors are noble, and ordinary money and treasures will inevitably be invisible, so I plan to give a piece of star essence gold that I have treasured for many years to my seniors. ”

"Star Adamantite, what is that, is it valuable?"

Sanzang asked the white-haired bewitching man suspiciously.

"Star Essence Gold is a strange treasure refined by the stars in the sky, and it can be used to refine Heavenly Rank Divine Weapons, which is a priceless treasure, and a pound of Star Essence Gold can even be exchanged for a city. ”

Sanzang's eyes widened, full of disbelief, a piece of star essence gold could be exchanged for a city?

"Where's the stuff?"

Sanzang hurriedly asked the white-haired bewitching man where the star essence was.

The white-haired bewitching man gritted his teeth and spoke:

"Offer pure gold below, and hope that the seniors will raise their noble hands and let them go!"

"Okay! As long as you hand over the fine gold, I promise that I will never beat you!"

Sanzang patted his chest and promised.

Although the white-haired bewitching man was very afraid that Sanzang would not keep his promise, he finally took out a piece of blue star essence gold from his Qiankun bag.

Looking at the dark blue pure gold, Sanzang was very happy, so he happily opened his mouth and said to the white-haired bewitching man:

"Don't worry, I promise not to hit you, I'll just kick you!"

The white-haired bewitching man was about to show a hint of happiness when he heard that Sanzang didn't beat him, but who would have thought that the next sentence would send him to hell.