"I think I'm something, it's just a little mouse, if I don't stew you today, even if it's my Buddha compassion."

Wang Ming saw at a glance that the body of the dog-like yellow wind monster in front of him was a weasel, even if he didn't see it, he could guess it, after all, he was too familiar with Journey to the West, and there was nothing strange about knowing the characters in it.

In the description of the original text, this guy has an evaluation that is no less than the courage of Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, and he also used a hand of samadhi divine wind to blow Sun Wukong into a daze, and his fiery eyes were about to be blown blind.

It is one of the few monsters who didn't touch the fish after encountering it, and they were tossed enough to choke on it, and they hit it head-on, and the Yellow Wind Monster definitely couldn't beat Sun Wukong, mainly because his skills were too disgusting, and they belonged to attribute restraint.

If it weren't for Sun Wukong finally inviting Dingfeng Zhu, he might not be able to take him down, these nine hundred and eighty-one difficulties, there are several difficulties without much water, and the opponent is indeed quite strong.

But unfortunately, this Yellow Wind Monster met Wang Ming today, and Wang Ming is an out-of-specification character, the Yellow Wind Monster saw Wang Ming's tone so big, and he was also quite unconvinced, he directly picked up the three-strand steel fork beside him and stood up, pointing at Wang Ming and shouting.

"You dead bald donkey, you are still hard-mouthed when you are dying, this king will pluck your skin, drink your blood, eat your flesh today, and then live forever!"

As he spoke, the Yellow Wind Monster swept out the wind and rushed towards Wang Ming, and Wang Ming did not panic at all, when the two were about to make contact, he took the nine-ring tin staff in his hand and slammed it at the Yellow Wind Monster's chest!

Bang!

Click!

"Ahh

With a dull crash and scream, the three-strand steel fork in the hand of the Yellow Wind Monster was directly smashed in two by Wang Ming, and his own chest was also smashed into collapse by the nine-ring tin staff, and the whole person slammed into the stone wall of the cave.

Directly smashed through this mountain, and the whole person flew out upside down for hundreds of meters before stopping, what I want to say here is that the Flood World is a very typical Supreme World, and it is a mature Supreme World.

There are no bells and whistles in the multiverse and parallel universe here, there is only such a main universe, so its cosmic mass is quite terrifying, and it has far exceeded the Dou Realm I don't know how many times.

To put it simply, a so-called ordinary person here, in those ordinary universes or planes, is at least a galaxy-level powerhouse.

If you want to explode an ordinary hill here, you must at least have cosmic-level strength, because the energy contained in heaven and earth and the difference in the quality of the world will cause such an exaggerated difference.

In layman's terms, it is one side of the water and soil to raise one person, and this degree has even greatly surpassed, similar to the strength of the Kryptonians in the DC world after they came to the earth, but the principle is the same.

The high-level is absolutely crushed by the low-level plane, not to mention that this is still the strongest universe in the strongest universe, which means that the immortals in this can move mountains and reclaim the sea, and they are almost half-step multi-level powerhouses.

Don't look at the performance is not very good, but the strength is real, but I didn't find the right contrast, so it looks a little weak, compared with those low-plane creatures, this kind of is a great powerhouse.

"Ahem, cough, this stinky monk is so strong."

The Yellow Wind Monster fell to the ground and coughed heavily, even coughing up the fragments of internal organs, Wang Ming was indeed a little ruthless this time, and even it couldn't stand it.

But just as the Yellow Wind Monster was struggling to get up, suddenly there was a huge force in his chest, and it looked at it and realized that Wang Ming didn't know when he came to him, and stepped on his chest.

"Do you think I'm kidding you? I'm going to have to stew you today! ”

Just when Wang Ming wanted to blow the head of the Yellow Wind Monster with a tin rod, the sky suddenly flourished, and Lingji Bodhisattva flew quickly from the distant sky, and he was shouting while flying.

"Tang Sanzang, stop it, this Yellow Wind Monster is related to my Buddhism, and he will leave his life to be taught by my Buddha."

Lingji Bodhisattva's voice went from far to near, and after a while, he came to Wang Ming's body, his expression was serious, and there was some warning in his tone.

Obviously, this is a bodhisattva who doesn't know the inside story, so his attitude towards Wang Ming is also towards Tang Sanzang, or towards the golden cicada.

"The Bodhisattva's words are wrong, such evil animals come down to the world to bring disaster to the world, and I don't know how many creatures are killed, in my opinion, it is better to form on the spot."

Wang Ming's attitude was far tougher than Lingji Bodhisattva imagined, and even he had already raised the nine-ring tin staff at this time, ready to directly shoot the Yellow Wind Monster in the head.

"Tang Sanzang, you dare to ......"

Bang!

Seeing this, Lingji Bodhisattva hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it, but before he finished speaking, Wang Ming had already directly exploded the head of the Yellow Wind Monster, and his brain was splashed on the ground, looking extremely bloody.

After the Yellow Wind Monster that was killed showed its original form, it also turned into a weasel without a head, but it was also completely dead, and after Wang Ming did all this, he also directly held the bloodstained nine-ring tin staff in one hand, pointed at Lingji Bodhisattva and said coldly.

"If you force it again, I'll fight you together!"

"You!"

Seeing that Wang Ming's attitude was so bad, the Bodhisattva wanted to be furious on the spot, but before he could say anything to him, Rulai's scolding sounded in his head, and he died down in the next second.

"You're doing it yourself."

Lingji Bodhisattva left this sentence and ran away in disgrace, it can be said that he was embarrassed and lost home, and after seeing this scene, the gods and Buddhas were also a little confused, and they didn't understand what was going on.

Even people with more ideas have begun to speculate whether this Tang Sanzang has any very powerful background, otherwise, as one of the top Bodhisattvas in Buddhism, Lingji Bodhisattva actually didn't even dare to scold the other party.

And Wang Ming didn't pay attention to it so much, he directly carried the body of the Yellow Wind Monster and returned to the place where they were just now.

At this time, Sun Wukong had already dealt with the tiger demon, and now he was roasting it slowly on the fire, while Wang Ming was not polite at all, and threw the almost two-meter-long body of the Yellow Wind Monster in his hand towards Sun Wukong.

"Deal with this too, this is a big supplement, a demon king-level monster, I guess you haven't eaten it, I just don't know if it tastes good."

"Hehe, let my old pig deal with this, let the senior brother rest, and I'm also good at dealing with these old pigs."

Before Sun Wukong could say anything, Zhu Bajie took over the corpse of the Yellow Wind Monster and said with a smile, in terms of human sophistication, he is very thorough.

(End of chapter)