"Huh?"

"Just ants..."

Tang Sanzang frowned deeply, his eyes showed a cold light, and he looked into the distance.

on the city walls.

The little monk stepped on the battlements with one foot, held the machine gun on his knees, wore sunglasses, and held a cigar, looking very heroic.

If it was in its heyday...

Even if there is still a Buddha power, the bullet of the little monk is just a joke to him.

But it's a lose-lose time.

This 'weak' bullet made Tang Sanzang have to pay attention to it.

"Hahahaha!"

"Great monk, this West Heaven Buddha thinks that he can send you to the West Heaven today!"

"In this way, I am still a Buddha, but you are not!"

The little monk shouted happily.

Every time the Buddha bead gallops away, a ray of Buddha light floats behind him, as if he is outlining some kind of picture.

Tang Sanzang's brows furrowed deeply.

He barely mobilized the remaining spiritual power in his body, which spread all around his body.

When the bullets reached the position half a meter in front of him, it was like a deep quagmire, and it was difficult to move forward.

There are more and more 'bullets'.

From a distance, Tang Sanzang seemed to be surrounded by bullets, like a hedgehog.

"!"

"It's all like this, and you can't break the defense?"

Under the large mobilization of Buddha power, the little monk's face gradually turned pale.

Although each Buddha bead can't consume too much of his Buddha power, it can't hold up the quantity!

What's even worse is that with his current strength, he can't completely outline the special effects of the Buddha picture behind him!

Buddha can't come out, and the damage is not enough!

"Lao Xu!"

The little monk gritted his teeth and shouted!

Xu Siguo rushed over from a distance, put his palm on the back of the little monk, and a large amount of immortal power continued to pour into the little monk's body.

For a while, the Buddha beads, which had slowed down, came out again.

The Buddha diagram behind him gradually became clearer.

Tang Sanzang's face seemed to be even paler.

A mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth!

He snorted coldly, and his spiritual power suddenly exploded, shaking the bullets around his body into the air.

But it's also in the moment.

The little monk who had little power left in the immortal spirit, Xu Siguo, shot the last bullet with all his might.

The two of them sat on the ground exhausted, but their eyes were fixed on the bullet.

It was as if all their hopes had been imbued.

The bullet swooped into the body.

Shot at the position of Tang Sanzang's chest.

Splashes of blood.

Tang Sanzang snorted, spit out a mouthful of blood again, and staggered, but in the end he still stood firmly.

“！！！”

"Buddha Tu, Buddha Tu is the last point!"

"If the Buddha sketches it, this bullet will definitely kill him!"

The little monk shouted unwillingly.

Barely got up again, grabbed the machine gun, and constantly pulled the trigger.

But this time, without the blessing of the power of the immortals, these Buddha beads could no longer shoot such a long distance, and their lethality was also greatly reduced.

Halfway through, he fell to the ground.

"Hehe..."

"It's... It's dangerous. ”

"The poor monk almost died."

Tang Sanzang grinned, blood spilling out again from the corners of his mouth.

He staggered out.

The golden lotus under his feet became very dim and looming.

But this means that he is still the strongest one in the room.

These people who have exhausted their immortal power, he can kill them all slowly, one by one.

He is the final winner.

'Wang Qiusheng' clenched his fists tightly, stared at Tang Sanzang, and let out a roar of unwillingness.

The expression of the middle-aged man in shackles has never changed.

From the beginning to the end, he relied on his instincts to do things.

"After losing my memory..."

"You're too much weaker."

Tang Sanzang crossed over 'Wang Qiusheng', came to the middle-aged man in shackles, and spoke lightly, his tone cold.

The middle-aged man in shackles raised his head blankly and looked at Tang Sanzang: "My heart tells me that I didn't kill you, I'm sorry." ”

"Regret..."

"Even if you lose your memory, you still want to kill me!"

"I'm your master!"

Tang Sanzang looked a little crazy, his expression became gloomy, and he roared in a low voice.

But the middle-aged man in shackles didn't say anything, just silently withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the back of 'Wang Qiusheng' sluggishly, as if he was trying to recall something.

Only Su Yang was still frowning, muttering something nervously.

Such as...

"It shouldn't be..."

"What's the problem?"

"Is it because of the interception of the sect, let us go?"

"But I'm not a sectarian..."

"I will die here, Zhao Gongdao is seriously injured and leaves?"

"Hey, my immortal attribute is not as good as his, and I was killed?"

As he spoke, Su Yang raised his hand with great difficulty and scratched his head.

Zhao Gongdao finally heard what Su Yang was saying, his face was dark, and he wanted to refute him.

But it's not good to talk about such a crisis, a serious scene.

It's too embarrassing.

For a while, the atmosphere of imminent death faded.

Tang Sanzang does not have the long-winded attributes of the villains in the TV series.

After clarifying the direction of the battle, he stood in front of the shackled middle-aged man almost without any hesitation, even if he had more words to say to the shackled middle-aged, he was still forcibly restrained by him.

He slowly raised his palm and stroked it towards the top of the shackled middle-aged man's head, and the corners of his mouth showed a gentle smile again: "Obedient, good, soon..."

"As a teacher, I'll send you to meet them."

As he spoke, his palms were already in the air above the shackled middle-aged man.

Even the middle-aged man in shackles seemed to have given up hope of life and slowly closed his eyes.

It was 'Wang Qiusheng', watching this scene deadly.

"Bald donkey!"

"If you dare to kill him, I will let you never recover!"

He growled hoarsely.

Tang Sanzang had no joy or sorrow, and his smile was still the same: "This kind of words has always been the mantra of cowardly and incompetent. ”

"A strong man never needs to threaten others."

"Don't rush..."

"You're next."

And at the moment when Tang Sanzang's voice fell.

There was a sudden loud noise in the Dragon Palace.

Inside the Dragon Palace, the golden pillar was like a cannonball, suddenly shooting out at an extremely fast speed, hitting Tang Sanzang's chest.

Tang Sanzang's expression changed, and he flew out directly upside down, bombarding the iceberg behind him.

Ice stones fell one by one, burying them in the ruins, and there was no movement, and life and death were unknown.

This sudden scene attracted everyone's attention.

They all turned their heads and looked at the location of the Dragon Palace.

Under the dim light, a vague shadow, step by step, slowly walked out.

The clothes are worn by ordinary blessed people, and they also have some characteristic styles unique to Springgrass City.

It's just that he wears a hoodie and hides his face completely.

Standing at the gate of the Dragon Palace, he slowly stopped, looked at the ruins in the distance, hoarsely voiced, and said, "Long time no see..."

"Master..."