"Pegasus ......"

When the white dragon horse pronounced these two words, the bucket-thick arms made a crab-like toning movement, and the momentum on the whole horse changed suddenly.

The waist twisted sharply and retracted the right hoof.

At this time, the whip shadow was less than three feet away from him!

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and his tongue bloomed with spring thunder: "Meteor Fist!"

"Bang ......"

The shadow of the hoof in the sky rushed upward, and the whip shadow held up a breath before it was shattered inch by inch.

The little dragon looked at the handle of the steel whip in his hand in shock, and when he looked up again, he saw countless horses' hooves enlarged in front of him.

The Venus in his brain was chaotic, and he only felt that his eyes were dark, and his body fell uncontrollably.

"Whoa!"

The body of the little dragon stirred up a splash in the black water river.

Sun Wukong smashed his mouth, "It's so fierce, do you want my old grandson to exercise with my master?"

Xiong Likui had quietly approached the master at this time, revealing urgency in his honesty.

"Master, can I join your workout at night, let's have a more lively multi-person exercise, right?"

Xiong Likui rubbed his palms, looking at the white dragon horse's strong muscles, his eyes were a little hot.

Xuanzang nodded expressionlessly and replied, "Then let's eat together, after all, you two still have to cook!"

When Sun Wukong heard that there was a play, he swallowed his saliva and couldn't help but show joy.

Zhu Bajie poured a basin of cold water on the side at this time, "Do you two think that everyone can train that kind of muscle, you look at my old pig, it's been a few months, and it's still a whole piece alone!"

"That's because you're too good to eat!"

Sun Wukong and Xiong Likui said with contempt in unison.

The white dragon horse was clenching his fists at this time, secretly a little surprised, he didn't expect that the middle two fist method taught to him by the master could be so fierce, and he directly smashed the little dragon who had cultivated well.

Xuanzang ran to the little dragon, stepped on the water to probe his nose, flicked his sleeves and shouted: "Amitabha, KO!"

The little dragon was in a daze and saw that the Tang Seng who was going to be caught actually walked over on the water, but at this time his head was extremely dizzy, and he couldn't control his body at all.

"How can this monk tread water, isn't he a mortal?"

This was his last thought before he fainted, and when he woke up again, his body had been tied up with five flowers, and it was tied up strongly.

"Xiaobai, you can handle it yourself! I will wait for you in front of the teacher!"

Xuanzang waved his hand to collect the RV, tread the water, and several people crossed the Heishui River to the other side.

"Jie Jie, are you guilty?"

After everyone left, the white dragon horse asked.

Xiao Yulong's face was very stinky, he spat a mouthful of spit, and said fiercely: "If you want to kill, you can kill, if you want to chop, where is so much nonsense!"

Before the words fell, the black water river god came out of the small ditch next to him, and bowed his head when he saw the white dragon horse.

"I've seen the third prince, I've seen what happened before, this dragon has come here to occupy my water mansion, it's really hateful, and I hope the third prince will be the master for me!" The old river god said bitterly, obviously knowing the true identity of the white dragon horse from the previous conversation.

"According to the old man's opinion, destroying this dragon is considered to be a harm to the people, and you, as the third prince of the West Sea Dragon Palace, can be regarded as cleaning up the portal......"

The old river god kept nagging, almost all the charges were put on the little dragon.

Although the little dragon knew that the river god was adding oil and vinegar, he was too lazy to defend in front of his cousin, and just stared at the old river god with fierce eyes, almost devouring him alive.

The white dragon horse turned his head to look at the chattering old river god beside him, and snorted heavily.

"This is our family matter, don't point fingers here, get out of here! Talking so much nonsense is not to take back your own water mansion!"

The white dragon horse's words pierced the old river god's thoughts, his face was a little embarrassed, he bowed, and returned to the small ditch next to him, turning into a black fish with long whiskers.

When the little dragon heard this, he couldn't help but feel a touch in his heart, he was so short before, and the little white dragon could not help but ease the look on his face a little.

"Yong Jie, you shouldn't have the idea of catching my master this time, not to mention whether his flesh can live forever, with your strength, do you think you can capture the holy monk?"

"It's inconvenient for me to disclose the specifics, but I can only remind you that it has come to this point, even if my master stands there and lets you kill him, you won't be able to hurt him a single hair!"

After saying that, the white dragon horse untied the rope and walked straight towards the other side of the river.

"Cousin, you can do it yourself, that river god is not something you can kill at will, if you violate the rules of heaven, my father will not be able to protect you!"

Xiao Yulong looked stunned, he didn't expect him to let himself go so easily, and there was an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Could it be that I was really wrong before, blinded by jealousy?

The little dragon fell into deep thought.

"Click......"

The white dragon horse walked on the water, and the muscles that had exploded gradually shrunk and slowly returned to the size of a normal horse, and the muscles were hidden under the epithelium.

The moment his body fully recovered, the wisdom in his eyes disappeared, and he changed his expression to a cheap one, picked up his hooves, twisted his body and ran towards the people on the other side.

Xuanzang saw it and muttered, "When did this little white get the Mag split?"

"Master, what is the Mag split?" asked Sun Wukong.

Xuanzang thought for a while and explained: "It's similar to a kind of schizophrenia, people are crazy, the same person has different personalities, there should be something wrong with the head......"

Sun Wukong understood in seconds, looked at Xuanzang's palm, and already had an answer in his heart.

The group continued on the road for dozens of days until they came to a jungle that covered the sky.

The jungle is full of gloom, babies laugh, night owls cry, and strange sounds are endless.

Resentment condenses all around, and all kinds of strange plants grow.

Although these ghosts can't hurt a few people, in Xuanzang's opinion, if there are mortals in this jungle, they will definitely die.

These strange scenes alone can scare people to death.

In front of him, in the midst of green vines, seemingly threatening, as soon as the white dragon horse approached, hundreds of corpses sprang out.

The heads of the people were connected to the green vines, and the monster with its mouth wide open and bit at the white dragon horse.

The number is dense, and if ordinary people encounter this situation, they will definitely die and become the nourishment of these corpses.

With a slight push of the mana on the white dragon horse, these strange plants were wiped out.

Xuanzang became interested, got out of the RV, and planned to take a walk around this huge 'haunted house'.

Indeed, this level of weirdness was no threat to the few of them.

After the area of the corpse, there is a small path, and there is no end in sight when you go forward, if an ordinary person comes here, there will be a voice behind him that keeps calling his name.

If it does, the weirdness will take away the soul of the person who answers.

It's just that the four masters and apprentices walked on the path, and none of them heard the strange call, and soon reached the end of the path.

Several people had already discovered the evil spirit hidden under the path, and as soon as it launched its divine power to invade Xiong Likui's divine soul, it was instantly devoured and died.

Walked through an area of Ghost Skull Grass, and in front of it was a large clearing, bare, with no weeds growing.

In the middle was a baby half-buried, with gray skin as black as cement, and an unusually delicate little flower growing on its head.