The Yellow Eyebrow Demon King's divine sense swept away, and he found that this physical body had no breath at all, and those who were already dead could no longer die.

"It's over!

The Yellow-eyed Demon King showed a look of fear in his eyes, and directly kicked the big iron pot to the ground, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

The world seemed to collapse, and the Yellow Eyebrow Demon King only felt a blackness in front of him.

How could this Tang Seng be so stupid and jump into the pot by himself!

Why are you stupid enough to jump into my mouth and rush to my stomach?

Thinking about the consequences of this exposure, Huang Mei only felt that his tail bones were itching, and now, I'm afraid that Maitreya Buddha would not be able to protect himself!

Who the hell am I provoking? Why are you so miserable!

The yellow-eyed demon king looked up to the sky and cried, and some of the little demons next to him felt very strange when they saw it.

With a wave of his hand, the illusion of the Little Lei Yin Temple was shattered, turning into a ruined wall, and after burying the human seed bag and the golden cymbal at the foot of the mountain, the Yellow Eyebrow Demon King first beat the little demons in the hall to the soul, eliminating the possibility of the underworld discovering it, and then fled to Beiju Luzhou in a gray way.

It's not that he doesn't want to bring those two magic weapons, but that he can't bring them, which is originally Maitreya Buddha's thing, and there is a primordial imprint on it, and if you bring it on your body, it is easy to pull him out.

He didn't dare to stay here for a long time, and accidentally killed the person who learned the scriptures by mistake, and this kind of sin made his soul fly hundreds of times was not enough.

The yellow-eyed demon king, whose heart trembled violently, cast a method of concealing his breath, completely erased his traces, and disappeared directly in Xiniu Hezhou.

......

After everyone left, the void shook, and a chaotic-colored bead suddenly appeared on the spot, and Xuanzang stepped out of it and looked around.

"Huh, are you leaving?"

"Alas, it's really boring, the poor monk hasn't had enough fun!

Xuanzang transmitted, and a small insect flew down from the pillar, and then the golden light flashed and turned into Sun Wukong.

"Hehe, Master, you didn't see it! That monster found out that you jumped into the pot, and its face turned green! My old grandson almost died of laughter...... By the way, this guy was arranged to be robbed?"

"Well, it should be! But in this case, their calculations will be in vain, and they will not try to take away our merits!

At this time, Xiong Likui struggled hard in the backyard, broke free from the iron chain made of immortal iron, and walked out of a dilapidated hut.

Sun Wukong and Xiong Er followed behind Xuanzang, and everyone found the RV and found that Zhu Bajie was playing cards with Bailongma, and there were a lot of leaves on his face.

"Master is back!"

When Zhu Bajie saw Xuanzang coming over, he hurriedly got up to greet him, threw away the card, and then pulled off the leaves on his face.

Bailongma pinched a good deck of cards, looked at Zhu Bajie angrily, and seemed to say, "Can't you afford to play, pig head?"

"Let's go, it's time to get on!"

After the master and apprentice crossed this high mountain, they continued on the road, and walked on the road for several months, and Xuanzang's immortal cultivation broke into the late stage of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.

At this time, it is already June, the trees are growing exceptionally green and lush, the summer sun is like a naughty elf dancing in the treetops, casting mottled shadows under the trees, under the scorching fire, people are busy threshing grass and harvesting wheat.

Ahead of me appeared a village, located on a flat land, under high trees and low walls, with hundreds of houses scattered in a patchwork manner.

Accompanied by the sound of cicadas, the villagers are busy threshing wheat, most of them wrapping their heads in towels and taking them off from time to time to wipe the sweat on their faces.

There is a square monument near Zhuangzi, three feet high, which is engraved with the three words "Camel Luo Zhuang".

As they passed the wheat field, the busy villagers stopped to look at them.

"Where did this man come from? How can a horse pull such a huge carriage!"

"I guess it's a foreigner! Look in this direction, they can't go to that place, right?"

"Look, there are still a few monks sitting in that carriage!"

"The pile is hundreds of miles away, and the stench is incomparable, and you can't get over it at all!"

......

At this moment, an old man with a rake blocked their way and shouted, "Don't go west!

"Amitabha, this benefactor, the poor monk is a person who has been sent to the west to learn scriptures, can you tell the poor monk what kind of place this is?" Xuanzang came up from the RV and folded his hands in eleven salutes.

Asking, Xuanzang's divine sense swept to the west, and found that there was a canyon between the steep mountain cliffs, which was extremely steep on both sides, and there was persimmon mud two meters deep in it, all of which were accumulated over several years, and maggots were born black below, and there was a foul smell in the canyon.

"Monk, if you want to go west, but you can't go! This is the small west heaven, if you go to the big west heaven, the road is very long. Not to mention that it is difficult to go, just this thin can't get by!" the old man put the rake in his hand and said slowly.

"There are 800 miles along this mountain road, and the mountains are full of persimmons. Guyun persimmon tree has seven uniques: one longevity, two more yin, three no bird's nest, four no insects, five frost leaves to play, six Jiashi, seven branches and leaves are hypertrophied, so the mountain is called the seven unique mountains.

Every year, the ripe persimmons fall to the ground, filling up the canyon, which is eroded by rain, dew, snow and frost, and will become moldy and spoiled in the summer rainy season, so it becomes a filth all the way. Our villagers here call it. As long as the west wind blows, there will be a foul smell, and even the dung will not have such a foul smell. ”

Xuanzang nodded when he heard this, and he didn't care in his heart, although these canyons are filthy, they all have magical spells, and they can naturally clear them.

As he was talking, a black wind suddenly blew in the sky, and dark clouds and black air covered the sky and the sun, and the sky and the earth instantly became dark.

The wind and sand were all over, and the chickens, ducks, and livestock were all restless.

Tiles flew on the roofs, willows were blown bent, and even their trunks broke and smashed into the stream.

"Monk, run with me, there's a monster coming!"

Everyone in the wheat field ran back to the village in fear, and then closed the door tightly.

Women screamed, children cried.

The old man shouted Xuanzang twice, and when he saw that he was standing still, he didn't care anymore, threw the rake on the ground and ran away.

"You stupid monk, if you don't run away, the monsters will eat you!"

Xuanzang knew that the old man was kindly reminding, shook his head with a smile, and raised his eyes to look at the black mist in the clouds.

There, there's demonic energy!

Sun Wukong also stepped down from the RV, with a golden light in his eyes, looking towards the sky.

Two large red lanterns appeared in the black air, and the red light reflected the earth, and the fishy wind paved the surface.

"Wow!"

With a hiss, a huge snake snak loomed in the black mist, and the huge red scales were bigger than the mouth of the bowl, and with a bang, it knocked over the pen of a certain family's livestock, and swallowed a yellow sheep with its mouth.

"Hiss~~~"

The cold snake pupils reflected the appearance of Xuanzang and the others in the wheat field, spitting out the letter and rushing straight towards the black wind.

The huge snake body loomed in the dark clouds, its eyes glowing red, and its nose sprayed black mist.