Chapter 45: Do You Think You Have a Sense of Humor?
In the blink of an eye, the entire cave was full of blood.
The little demons who were still alive and kicking around before have now turned into scattered corpse pieces.
That scene was like Shura's purgatory.
These monsters usually do evil, often go to the bottom of the mountain to kidnap people and come back to fart and eat meat, and now they have met Tang Sanzang, which can be regarded as evil and evil retribution.
It took a while for the gunfire to stop.
With a flash of golden light, Gatling turned into Tang Sanzang's Zen staff that never left his body.
"Amitabha! I didn't expect that all the donors and my Buddha were so destined to rush to the Western Heaven Elysium to listen to the Dharma. ”
The Silver Horn King and the Golden Horn King lost their treasures, and they couldn't take advantage of Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing with all iron weapons such as steel guns and Xuanhua axes.
After a call, the weapons in the hands of both of them were smashed into a piece of scrap metal.
Zhu Bajie couldn't help but laugh and said, "Senior Brother Sha, look! What farm tools are these two monsters holding on their hands? I'm afraid it's not a scoop for scooping dung? ”
Sha Wujing knew that the second senior brother was deliberately saying witty things to damage the morale of the army on the other side, so he also responded very playfully.
"Second Senior Brother is right!"
The golden horn and silver horn didn't fight in one place, and slammed the mortal iron weapon in his hand to the ground.
"Don't look down on people!"
"You wait for us!"
The two demons suddenly walked in place one after the other, and there were words in their mouths, as if they were going to open some seal.
After a while, the ground glowed blue.
In the hands of these two monsters, each has an extra double-edged sword that flashes with cold light!
Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing were both important members of Tianting, and their vision has always been good.
Especially Zhu Bajie, Yajian has seen a lot of artifacts.
When he saw the sword in their hands, he still couldn't help but shout.
"Seven Star Sword!"
These two seven-star swords were originally the magic weapons used by Taishang Laojun to refine extraterritorial flying demons, and their power was very amazing.
Now the two swords have fallen into the hands of the two monsters, the Golden Horn and the Silver Horn.
Zhu Bajie's face was full of suspicion, glanced at them, and was silent in thought.
It took him a moment before he looked up.
"Could it be that the two of you are from Tushi Palace?"
Tushi Palace!
How could this pig know?!
The golden horn and the silver horn did not move on their faces, but they were shocked in their hearts.
"You pig-headed pig-brained thing, grandpa, I am the palace master of Tushi Palace! Why don't you come over and get down on your knees? ”
At the critical moment, it was still the silver horn's brain that turned fast.
He pointed at Zhu Bajie and said with a rogue face.
"Phew! I'm really blind, Tushi Palace is so quiet and inactive, how can there be a monster like you! ”
Zhu Bajie said angrily.
He didn't expect that this sentence deeply angered the other side.
"Look for death!"
The Golden Horn King and the Silver Horn King each used their mana, and controlled the seven-star sword volley to fight with Zhu Bajie constantly.
At the same time, one person was guarding Sha Wujing and Sun Wukong on one side.
These two monsters do have some ways, and Zhu Bajie was beaten and retreated.
Sha Wujing hurriedly stepped forward to support, but he was targeted at the first time, and he was almost not cut into pieces by the two seven-star swords.
In the end, after Sun Wukong joined the battle, Sha Wujing was able to have a chance to rescue Zhu Bajie.
This Zhu Bajie was just a big one for a while, and he was cut off all over the body without thinking about it, and he almost didn't give an explanation.
Frightened, he retreated again and again.
"Master, help, Master!"
Although Zhu Bajie's combat power is not strong, he has always been able to shake people.
Sha Wujing was in front of Zhu Bajie alone, and it was quite difficult to fight against two monsters with the strength of one person.
But after Zhu Bajie shouted this voice, the pressure on his body suddenly lightened.
It turned out that Tang Sanzang had already flown in front of them at some point.
And the King of the Golden Horn and the King of the Silver Horn were afraid of the powerful firearm in his hand, so they took a few steps back and distanced themselves from him.
"Amitabha, although the three apprentices of the poor monk are stupid. But all of them are treasures! As the saying goes, it also depends on the owner to beat a dog. You mountain monsters dare to bully my apprentices in front of me? ”
Zhu Bajie was beaten all over with injuries, although he had rough skin and thick flesh, but the blood on his body was indeed a little scary.
Tang Sanzang was also a person who took care of his shortcomings, so when he saw Zhu Bajie's injury, he couldn't suppress his anger.
After the purple gold red gourd and the mutton fat jade net bottle both failed, he originally wanted to ask the fox lady to take the golden rope back to deal with Tang Sanzang, but he didn't think that he would be slaughtered halfway.
Now, the whereabouts of the golden rope are also unknown.
Now all the belongings of the two brothers are gone.
The only treasures that can be used are two seven-star swords and a useless banana fan.
In all fairness, in terms of the quantity and quality of the treasures, the two brothers of the Golden Horn King and the Silver Horn King could have been regarded as the "Duobao Dao people" in the monster world.
It's a pity that you can't chew it too much.
is obviously guarding a mountain of gold and silver, but he has turned himself into a poor egg.
In Tang Sanzang's words, that is, a good card was played poorly, and the four twos brought out a pair of kings.
"Bajie, Wujing, you go and rescue Wukong."
"Yes, Master!"
Tang Sanzang held the Zen staff in his hand, and his eyes stared coldly at the golden horn and silver horn.
"Two donors, do you know what the poor monk's name Tang Sanzang means?"
"W-What do you mean?"
"The Three Tibetans bury the heavens, the earth, and all sentient beings."
The golden horn and the silver horn glanced at each other, and they were speechless for a while!
Tang Sanzang, do you think you are very humorous?
Homophonic stalks are to be deducted!
But it is obvious that Tang Sanzang does not have such an awareness.
He slammed the staff in his hand to the ground, and then began to take off his robe.
Then start taking off your shirt.
"Monk, if you fight, you fight, what do you do when you take off your clothes!"
Tang Sanzang's movements stopped slightly, and after thinking carefully for a moment, he replied.
"Amitabha! But if the poor monk takes off his pants, he always feels that something is wrong, and the atmosphere is weird. ”
When the Silver Horn King heard this, his face turned red with anger.
"You plagued bald ass! This king is going to fight with you, not a cannon! ”
"Hey! It's superfluous to wear anything...... Ahh You ruined monster who burned pots in your last life, watch and fight! ”
After speaking, Tang Sanzang raised a pair of meat fists and rushed straight towards the golden horn and silver horn.
"Good time!"
A grim smile appeared on the faces of the golden horn and the silver horn.
Although the seven-star sword in their hands is not very powerful, it is better than the tough material and sharpened iron like clay.
Tang Sanzang is so big, he doesn't need the ever-changing Zen staff, but he has to use this pair of fists to hit the stone with an egg?
Golden Horn and Silver Horn didn't mind being a teacher to teach Tang Sanzang the truth of the law of the jungle.
The two seven-star swords and Tang Sanzang's pair of fists were facing each other!
Hear only properly, as two sounds.
Tang Sanzang was unscathed, but the seven-star swords in the hands of the golden horn and silver horn were both broken!
The two brothers looked at the broken sword in their hands with a blank expression, stunned.
"Huh! I didn't even have to exert my strength, and you fell? ”
Golden Horn: Do you think you're humorous?
Silver Horn: In? Please turn on the microphone to communicate!