"I can't even see through my heart..."

"Is a Buddha still a Buddha?"

"So..."

"Ridiculous, ridiculous!"

In the vast ice field, only his muttering voice kept echoing.

But man has gone away completely.

It's just that Tang Sanzang couldn't hear these words.

Void.

Sanskrit sounds.

Constantly compressing the living space of pig Wuneng.

At this moment, Zhu Wuneng has several scars on his body, and he looks very miserable.

But not only did he not get angry, but his eyes showed excitement, and he kept looking around.

After discovering that everything is normal, everything is silent...

A look of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

Zhu Wuneng took a deep breath and became perked up again, his blood-soaked palm clenched the nine-toothed nail rake, hooked the heavenly thunder again, and waved it around.

With the blessings of Tang Sanzang and the seven Arhats, the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha has become much more restrained from the initial all-out shot.

After all, every blow he made now would come at the cost of consuming his own essence.

Thunder swept all around.

The seven arhats snorted at the same time, and a little blood spilled from the corners of their mouths.

But not only did they not retreat, but instead accelerated the sound of chanting scriptures, and their spiritual power continued to spread in the void.

As a result, Zhu Wuneng's gaze fell into a daze for a moment.

And the burning lamp took advantage of this short-term flaw, quietly appeared behind Zhu Wuneng, raised his finger, and gently tapped his eyebrows.

Under this cold sense of crisis, Zhu Wuneng came back to his senses in an instant, and took a few steps back in a row before barely dodging.

But even so, there was already a wound on his eyebrows, and blood was flowing.

From a distance, it was as if a blood-red eye had been opened.

"It seems..."

"You've lost your bet."

Tang Sanzang looked at Zhu Wuneng expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Back then, he was already dead. ”

"And under my gaze, even the soul thoughts are completely extinguished."

"Otherwise..."

"With his character, how could he possibly let his weapons ... Stay outside the heavenly court. ”

As he spoke, he raised his head slightly and looked overhead.

Those eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the layers of void and see the hidden immortal court, as well as the rusty iron rod outside the immortal court.

Zhu Wu was able to wipe away the blood from the corners of his mouth, and looked at Tang Sanzang with cold eyes: "He... He's not going to die..."

"He's already immortal..."

"Even I can survive, let alone him."

"I've seen him... The most talented existence! ”

Zhu Wu Neng let out a low roar, and rushed towards Tang Sanzang as if he was crazy.

Tang Sanzang just chuckled and shook his head, standing in the center of the seven Arhats, with his hands behind his back, the wind was light.

But the next second...

His eyes became blurry again, watching Zhu Wuneng let out a lewd smile, and even took the initiative to step out of the defense layer formed by the Arhats, and spread his arms, as if to embrace the past.

This sudden move, even Zhu Wuneng couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but soon came back to his senses, and the nine-toothed nail rake smashed into Tang Sanzang's chest, spewing out a mouthful of blood mist and flying out upside down.

The seven Arhats hurriedly caught Tang Sanzang.

Stimulated by the pain, Tang Sanzang came back to his senses, thinking back to the shameful scene he had just had, his eyes became extremely cold, and he gritted his teeth: "Su Yang, if the poor monk doesn't kill you, he is not worthy of being called Zhantan Merit Buddha!" ”

"Hehe..."

"One thing occurred to me."

"In order to verify that Brother Monkey is not dead, I gambled my life."

"But you seem... And so it is. ”

"Or are you going to ignore your promise and break the promise of the Ancient Buddha?"

Zhu Wuneng suddenly grinned, revealing an honest smile.

Tang Sanzang froze in place.

Even the expression of the Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha in the distance suddenly became a little playful, and he didn't speak, but just looked at Tang Sanzang from a distance, wanting to see what kind of attitude Tang Sanzang had.

As if sensing the gaze of the burning lamp, Tang Sanzang took a deep breath and showed a gentle smile on his face: "The poor monk has always respected the ancient Buddha of the burning lamp, and he should fulfill his promise. ”

As his words fell, the expressions of the seven Arhats around him suddenly became a little strange, they looked at each other, looked at each other, and took two steps back without a trace, with chagrin in their eyes.

If I heard me right, the thigh I just hugged...

Seem...

Going to die?

The Burning Lamp Ancient Buddha didn't speak, but inadvertently withdrew his gaze.

And Tang Sanzang breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Wuneng sneered: "It's worthy of you, my master... It's as hypocritical as ever. ”

As the words fell, Zhu Wu could move forward again.

This time, Tang Sanzang did not get sick again, but the defensive battle formation formed by the seven Arhats was inexplicably a little unstable, revealing flaws, causing Zhu Wuneng to quietly come over, and another nail rake hit Tang Sanzang's body.

"What are you doing?"

"The poor monk is not dead yet!"

Tang Sanzang's expression was cold, he figured out something in an instant, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and he looked around, with a surging killing intent in his eyes.

Several people subconsciously shuddered.

"We... We just got a little distracted. ”

"It won't be the case next time."

They hurriedly explained, steady.

Tang Sanzang's face turned pale, he snorted coldly, and sat down cross-legged.

It's not that he doesn't want to continue to stand and pretend to be forced, but after suffering two heavy blows in a row, he can't stand a little.

"Hehe..."

"Jin Chan, it seems that you guessed wrong."

"It's a waste of the old man's essence."

"I'll ask your teacher for this debt."

Lighting the lamp smiled faintly.

didn't mention the matter of letting Tang Sanzang die, but what he said made Tang Sanzang's face even more ugly.

This is tantamount to slapping his teacher in the face.

And as a disciple...

I am afraid that what I will face will be more uncomfortable than death.

He lowered his head slightly, and a surging killing intent flashed in his eyes, but his tone remained respectful: "Uncle Xie Randen." ”

Burning the lamp no longer spoke, but there was no intention of continuing to delay time, and the figure moved quietly in the void.

In the next second, the person was already standing in front of Zhu Wuneng.

"Talented..."

"It's a pity..."

"Although the current realm of you and I is both Da Luo Duo, but the gap..."

"But it's as big as the sky."

With the voice of the old man, the lamp stretched out his finger and gently tapped it on Zhu Wuneng's chest.

In an instant, the protective aura on the surface of Zhu Wu's body was shattered.

There was a bloody wound on his chest.

Through the wound, you can vaguely see a heart beating constantly.

Zhu Wuneng's vision became a little blurred, and his figure swayed in midair.

The blood kept dripping.

In a trance, he seemed to see a figure.

This figure is familiar, but it is also very strange.

"Senior brother..."

"You're really..."