"You're not dead."

In the face of Tang Sanzang's ridicule, 'Wang Qiusheng's face became even colder, he slowly got up, walked out of the Dragon Palace, raised his head, and looked at him.

"Amitabha."

"It seems that the poor monk is not dead, but he has disappointed you."

"But what makes the poor monk curious..."

"Why are you still alive?"

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly, fell from mid-air, and looked at the dragon corpse in the distance.

Especially the heart of the corpse, the hideous wound.

At this moment, the blessed ones with red eyes and full of greed were climbing on the 'dragon mountain', trying to dig out a piece of meat with all their strength.

But no matter how hard they tried, even if the blade broke, they couldn't split a single scale.

For a moment, there was a mixture of noise and swearing.

What's more, he lay directly on the broken wound in the heart of the dragon corpse, trying to bite with his mouth.

Life is varied, visible to the naked eye.

"Oh."

"As soon as the fatal injury appeared, it froze."

"In the end, the soul is not damaged."

"It's lucky."

Tang Sanzang retracted his gaze and said softly: "But speaking of it, it's really ridiculous." ”

"You have worked hard all your life for the so-called sentient beings, for your beliefs."

"But now, you're dead, and they won't let go of your corpse."

"It's for the sake of this group of greedy, selfish, shameless beings..."

"Are you going to be my enemy?"

'Wang Qiusheng's expression was still so cold, without any change, he just looked at Tang Sanzang lightly, revealing a disdainful smile: "After so many years, you are still like this." ”

"A mouthful of benevolence and morality."

"It's as if the world is all wrong, and only you will always stand above morality."

"They are your enemies, and they have nothing to do with them."

"I'll just ask..."

"Where's my brother?"

As the words fell, 'Wang Qiusheng' gently raised his right hand.

The ice shook beneath your feet.

The next moment, a transparent spear that seemed to be made of ice pierced through the ice and fell into the hands of 'Wang Qiusheng'.

"The gun is still there."

"You're in luck."

Tang Sanzang completely ignored 'Wang Qiusheng's question, and instead praised the spear in his hand.

"Tang Sanzang!"

"On the way west, my senior brothers, is it wrong to treat you?"

'Wang Qiusheng' took a step forward and asked coldly.

Tang Sanzang responded with a smile: "There's nothing wrong with it." ”

'Wang Qiusheng' took another step forward, the tip of the spear against the ground, and drew a crack in the ice: "You have lost all your immortal power, how will the senior brothers treat you?" ”

"Respect me as a teacher, and be sincere."

Tang Sanzang still had that gentle smile and responded slowly.

Unconsciously, 'Wang Qiusheng's face became even colder.

"Then why are you..."

"Why did you hurt them???

'Wang Qiusheng's body was trembling, his eyes were blood-red, staring at Tang Sanzang deadly, and he even tightened the spear in his hand.

"Because they're demons."

Even so, Tang Sanzang's expression did not change at all, and he still said with a smile.

The smile is like a warm spring breeze, and it warms people's hearts.

It's just that in the eyes of 'Wang Qiusheng', this smile is so piercing.

"Demon?"

"Just because..."

"They're demons?"

'Wang Qiusheng' seemed to hear the most ridiculous joke in the world: "What about me? I'm also a demon, why didn't you kill me in the first place? ”

"No, you're not a demon."

"You're a dragon."

"Dragons are noble, far from being comparable to those lowly demons."

Tang Sanzang shook his head seriously and refuted the concept of 'Wang Qiusheng'.

"Cheap?"

"If it weren't for them, you'd have died I don't know how many times!"

"If it weren't for them, how would you be a high Buddha again?"

"Now, you think they're lowly?"

"Shameless!"

'Wang Qiusheng' was boiling with anger, but for some reason, he always suppressed the violence in his heart and did not directly fight Tang Sanzang.

"I..."

"I'll ask you again."

"Third Senior Brother... The third senior brother is obviously not a demon..."

"What about him?"

'Wang Qiusheng' gritted his teeth and said word by word.

"So he's still alive."

Tang Sanzang said with a smile.

"Huh?"

"Third Senior Brother... Is the third senior brother still alive? ”

"You let him go?"

"Where is he !!?"

'Wang Qiusheng' was stunned for a moment, and then asked suddenly, but only Tang Sanzang's faint smile responded to him.

"Re-enter my Buddha Gate..."

"There are all kinds of things in the past, and the poor monk can no longer pursue them."

"Even if the Buddha asks, the poor monk can protect you from death."

"How?"

Hearing Tang Sanzang's words, 'Wang Qiusheng' suddenly laughed.

The smile was so mocking.

"Keep me from dying..."

"What a kindness..."

"Should I get down on my knees and kowtow to you?"

He looked ahead and spoke coldly.

"Amitabha."

"Looks like you're up to the task."

Tang Sanzang shook his head regretfully.

"Who dies today..."

"Not necessarily!"

"Today, this prince wants to use the blood of your bald donkey to pay tribute to the heroic souls of his senior brothers!"

With a roar, 'Wang Qiusheng' suddenly rose into the sky, and the spear made of 10,000-year-old ice in his hand was tightly held in his hand, and swept abruptly!

In an instant, the surrounding icebergs were shattered!

Blocks of ice and rocks floated in the air, densely packed.

And 'Wang Qiusheng' stepped on the ice stones under his feet and sprinted towards Tang Sanzang.

Wherever he passed, the ice stones shattered one after another, and formed a giant dragon made of pure ice in the void, letting out a dragon roar, and the spear in his hand attacked Tang Sanzang at the same time.

"It's a good gun."

"It's a pity..."

"I'll give it to you, it's wasted."

Tang Sanzang said lightly, standing in place, the monk's robe moving without wind.

Quietly, a Buddha bead was crushed by it.

The phantom of the ancient Buddha quietly appeared, and the huge Dharma image even covered the void.

Before the ice dragon could get closer, it was grabbed by the Buddha statue in his hand.

No matter how hard they struggle, they can't get out of it.

But 'Wang Qiusheng's expression didn't change at all, he just took a few steps in the void in a row, and the tip of the spear stabbed at Tang Sanzang's eyebrows.

"Amitabha..."

Tang Sanzang's eyebrows lowered slightly, and he slowly turned the Buddha beads in his hand.

When the tip of the spear was still half a meter away from the center of its eyebrows, it was as if it had touched an invisible barrier, isolating it.

"Spiritual cultivation!"

"It's this set again!"

'Wang Qiusheng' snorted coldly and exerted his strength again!

"This is the incense of all living beings, and it is also the prayer of all living beings."

"If the beings are still there, you won't be able to touch me."

Tang Sanzang looked at 'Wang Qiusheng' with a smile and said softly.

"Heh..."

"You also have a face... Talking about the !! of all beings"

'Wang Qiusheng' sneered, a dark blue halo flashed at the center of his eyebrows, and a layer of fine dragon scales appeared on his wrist, and his strength increased suddenly.

The next moment, the tip of the spear was ten centimeters closer to Tang Sanzang's eyebrows.