Qi Ling'er knew that the matter was irreparable at this time, so she was ready to give it a go. This golden-body monk is definitely not something she can deal with, she just wants to be lucky enough to rely on the purple and green sword in her hand to hurt him a little so that she and Mo Sang can escape a little chance.

"Hmph, a hypocritical monk full of morality and false compassion. At the beginning, my master was blind to your negative apprentice, and now you want to ruthlessly break me up and Mo Sang. You Buddhist disciples don't have a good thing!"

After Qi Ling'er finished speaking, she didn't care about the strange expression of Master Xuanzang when she heard her talk about her past with Zixia Immortal Venerable, and directly took the Ziqing Sword and slashed it fiercely.

The purple and blue sword quickly approached Master Xuanzang with an extremely powerful purple and blue light. Qi Ling'er knew that there was often only one chance to fight with such a high-ranking monk, and if this opportunity failed, he would inevitably be seriously injured. Because Buddhist magic focuses on defense, so as to respond to all changes without change. Often the Jedi counterattack is their killer weapon, if they can't break his protective golden body within one move, it will be impossible to hurt him in the slightest!

Therefore, Qi Ling'er had also gone all out at this time, and Mo Sang was behind him. If this blow can't hurt the monk, not only will he be seriously injured, but I'm afraid that Mo Sang will not be able to leave here.

However, can this seemingly powerful blow really cause damage to that powerful Golden Body Stage monk? At this time, Qi Ling'er didn't have any certainty in her heart, she just wanted to be able to get away with the glimmer of opportunity that Xuanzang found at the moment when she was shocked and lost her mind just now, and at least she had to break through his protective golden body.

Qi Linger's thoughts were very good, and Master Xuanzang did have a momentary distraction when he heard Qi Ling'er talk about her master and her apprentice just now.

However, it was only for a moment, so fast that it passed before it blinked. Xuanzang looked at the sword qi that struck like thunder, and there was no panic in his expression. He calmly took out a vajra ring from his arms and threw it at the sword that Qi Ling'er waved.

When the vajra ring touched the purple and green sword, a fierce metal impact sound erupted, and after the sound, the purple and green sword instantly fell out of Qi Ling'er's hand, and Qi Ling'er was also shocked out by this huge energy.

Qi Ling'er spurted a mouthful of blood in her mouth, looked at the monk's vajra circle and said in a lost voice.

"Tianxin Huan! You used this magic weapon to forcibly break up my master and your apprentice, and now you use it to break up me and Mo Sang. What kind of enmity do I have against you, a monk, Qingxia?

Xuanzang listened to Qi Ling'er keep talking about his apprentice and Zixia Immortal Venerable, and he seemed to be furious as if he had been touched by some reverse scales in his heart!

"Your master is obsessed and doesn't listen to the persuasion of the poor monks. I didn't expect to accept your apprentice to be so arrogant and unreasonable, no matter what, today the poor monk will teach you a good lesson on behalf of your master! ”

After the monk finished speaking, he made a handprint in his hand and put the Tianxin ring on Qi Ling'er's head, and kept chanting the incantation in his mouth. And with the movement of the incantation, Qi Ling'er felt as if she had been hit by five thunders. Qi Ling'er rolled on the ground in pain, she held her head in her hands and roared loudly.

When Mo Sang saw Qi Ling'er's pain, his heart was as painful as if he had been devoured by ten thousand ants. He struggled to run to the monk's side, raised his weak fist and kept hitting Xuanzang.

And that Xuanzang didn't seem to see him at all, no matter how he beat him, he didn't fight back and ignored him. At this time, Mo Sang was in such pain, he thought that he could have a powerful ability to slap this hateful monk in front of him to death! However, he was too weak to deal with an ordinary adult man, let alone the golden monk in front of him?

At this time, Mozambia was always hungry for great power. He painfully found that in this world, if you don't have strong strength, even if you don't have a fight with the world, there will always be someone who will come to snatch your beloved.

Qi Ling'er looked at Mo Sang blankly in all kinds of pain. At this time, Mo Sang painfully found that he couldn't hurt the monk at all, and hurriedly ran to Qi Ling'er and helped her upstairs in his arms. Qi Ling'er's body had begun to twitch at this time because of the extreme pain, and the Tianxin ring on his head was still flashing with golden light.

And every time the golden light flickered, Qi Ling'er twitched as if she had been struck by lightning. Qi Ling'er opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at Mo Sang, her eyes were full of reluctance and love, and she said weakly to Mo Sang.

"Quick, go, get out of here~~

This monk won't hurt my life, you must leave! Otherwise, my suffering will be in vain, remember, don't come back to look for me.

Let's go!"

Qi Ling'er's last sentence was almost hoarse, and after she finished the last sentence, she waved her hands vigorously, and the purple and green sword quickly retracted into the scabbard, lifting Mo Sang up and flying out of the city.

Mo Sang was held up by the Ziqing Sword in such a daze, and let it fly away with him in an unknown direction. At this time, Mo Sang only saw the full reluctance and infinite love in Qi Ling'er's eyes, as well as the monk's sinful and ugly facial features. He swore in his heart:

Imperial City, Master Xuanzang!

Wait for me, wait for me to come back!

Blood will surely stain this place by then!

I want each and every one of you to remember what happened today!

I'm not the kind of person who can be bullied!

Give me some time, and I will be able to surpass you. When the time comes, I'll come back and settle this blood debt with you!

At this time, Mo Sang was completely filled with that hatred throughout his body, his body trembled, and his lips twitched. His eyes were engraved with everyone in the imperial city who had persecuted him!

Concubine Hua, Huahu, Yimingzi, and that Xuanzang!

The purple and green sword didn't know how long it had been flying, and Mo Sang couldn't remember the time. It was already late at night when the Ziqing Sword stopped, and Mo Sang stopped on a bluestone pavement. There is a high door in front of him, and the words "Dongyuelai" are written on the door.

Mo Sang saw these three words, so familiar. He couldn't help but smile, as if everything was back to a month ago. At that time, he was full of spirit, full of hope and confidence, and entered the capital from here.

However, in the month after entering Beijing, it haunted his mind like a dream, and the scenes of the past were replayed in front of him, making him can't believe that all this is true!

Now back to the starting point, and the person is still the same person, but the heart is no longer the heart of a teenager with dreams and hopes. Mo Sang seemed to have aged more than twenty years in this month, and he dragged his tired body to knock on the door of Dongyuelai. A shopkeeper dressed as a shopkeeper woke up from a dream and opened the door with a full of resentment.