"Look for death!"

"Crazy, you're all a bunch of crazy people!"

Tang Sanzang looked completely in a frenzy, and punched Zhao Gongdao hard again, making a dull sound.

Zhao Gongdao's eyes were bloodshot, but he still stubbornly raised his head, grinned, looked at Tang Sanzang, and showed a smile: "I... It is the Eucharist of the Dead... I... Can't die. ”

"In this world, no one dares to say that they are immortal!"

Tang Sanzang sneered, lifted his knees, and pressed hard against Zhao Gongdao's chest.

Zhao Gongdao flew out upside down, his bones shattered, and he fell to the ground, weak.

"The poor monk wants to see if you will die today."

Looking at Zhao Gongdao, who was already dying, Tang Sanzang approached step by step with a cold smile on the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Gongdao couldn't even struggle, so he could only fall to the ground, tilt his head, and look at Tang Sanzang.

"Should..."

"Almost..."

"If I live this time, I swear... I don't believe in science anymore. ”

Zhao Gongdao said weakly, raised his head, and looked at the void with a slightly dull gaze, very quiet.

As Tang Sanzang got closer and closer to him, a sword roar suddenly sounded in the distance in the sky.

The sound is crisp, but it can be heard clearly on this huge ice field.

Tang Sanzang subconsciously raised his head.

Horizon.

A long sword phantom suddenly rose into the air, accompanied by a very terrifying coercion!

Even Tang Sanzang, in the face of this coercion, had no reason to panic.

It's as if you're being targeted by some unknown beast.

"Impossible..."

"I've never felt such a terrible sense of oppression in my teacher..."

"Who is it..."

Tang Sanzang's expression changed suddenly, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

Before he could take a closer look, the breath disappeared in a flash.

It's just that the clouds in the sky are split in two by the sword qi.

"I'm back..."

"I'm coming back..."

Zhao Gongdao looked at the sky, grinned, and coughed a few times again.

And as his words fell, a streamer suddenly rushed out of the sky, exuding an undisguised sharp aura on his body, pointing directly at Tang Sanzang.

"Da Luo..."

"It's... Death. ”

Strangely, Tang Sanzang didn't have any fear on his face, but turned his head slightly, looked at Zhao Gongdao who fell to the ground, and said softly: "You have more secrets hidden than I imagined, I will come back to you." ”

"And that breath, I always feel a little familiar, and it takes some time to think about it."

"His name... Su yang? ”

"What's your name?"

Tang Sanzang asked very seriously.

Zhao Gongdao fell to the ground, almost using his last strength, trying to squeeze out a smile: "I... Wang Qiusheng. ”

"Su Yang, Wang Qiusheng."

"I remember your names, and the next time we meet, I hope we have a chance to work together."

"It's not like this, fighting life and death."

"I'd rather be friends with you than enemies."

Tang Sanzang spoke again.

There is no madness and anger from before.

When the dust settles, it seems that you can return to your original heart.

It's just that what Tang Sanzang said was a little incomprehensible.

"It's a pity..."

"We... Don't dare to do it with you... Friend. ”

"We're afraid of death."

Zhao Gongdao gasped heavily, completely losing the strength to speak.

And almost at the moment when his words fell, that streamer had already rushed in front of Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang didn't resist, just smiled and slowly opened his arms.

The streamer flashed.

A blood mark appeared on Tang Sanzang's neck.

Blood kept spilling.

But in the imagination, the swordsman made a move, and the corpse fell to the ground The plot did not happen.

Tang Sanzang just touched his neck with a strange expression.

The wound heals slowly and at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Zhao Gongdao lay on the ground in embarrassment, and couldn't help clenching his fists: "You... You beat him to know the sea... Soul Thoughts... What's there to cut your neck? What's the use... Poof..."

He couldn't help but spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Su Yang's figure paused in mid-air, slowly turned around, the sword qi spreading from his body was so cold, but his expression destroyed this momentum.

"Hmm..."

"Killing people and wiping their necks, this action is a little used to it."

"I adapt to it."

Su Yang said with some embarrassment.

As the words fell, he coughed lightly twice, and the sword qi rippled around his body again.

I am like a sharp knife out of the sheath.

He thought about it carefully, slowly closed his eyes, his soul power spread in the sea of consciousness, grabbed the broken piece of iron directly in his hand, endured the cutting feeling, and pulled it out little by little.

At the moment when the iron piece appeared, the scattered sword qi on the surface of Su Yang's body instantly condensed together, with the iron piece as the absolute center.

"It should be okay this time..."

Su Yang muttered to himself, turned into a streamer again, and rushed towards Tang Sanzang.

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes again and greeted his death.

The streamer flashed.

A blood hole appeared in the center of Tang Sanzang's eyebrows.

His eyes grew glazed.

The body slowly fell to the ground.

A soul thought floated out of his mind, paused in mid-air, and did not flee, but calmly stared at Su Yang.

"You're not running?"

Su Yang asked curiously.

Tang Sanzang smiled slightly: "If you can't run away, there's no point." ”

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked into the void.

"Oh."

"Can you wait for me?"

Su Yang was thoughtful.

Tang Sanzang was puzzled.

Although there was no response, it still floated quietly in place, without moving.

Su Yang turned around, returned to Canglong City again, found his carriage, rummaged on it, and finally held the City God Temple in his arms, and then hurried back again, his tone was full of apologies: "Sorry, I've waited for a long time, and it's a pity that the soul thoughts are killed directly." ”

Looking at the City God Temple, Tang Sanzang's soul eyes widened, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he looked at the guy in front of him with a complicated expression, a little incomprehensible.

Why would anyone...

So shameless!

In front of yourself, you have to mention your own cost performance.

But that's not the end of it.

Su Yang spoke again with some shyness: "I want to ask again, your relics are in the flesh, can you just dig them directly, do you need to roast them with fire?" ”

Tang Sanzang fell silent.

His eyes were fixed on Su Yang, as if he was thinking about something.

Recalling the breath at the moment when Su Yang summoned the iron piece, Tang Sanzang spoke softly: "My soul thoughts can be given to you for free, and even take the initiative to let the City God Temple absorb and transform them to ensure that you can maximize the energy in my soul thoughts." ”

"Even, I can tell you how to take out my whole relics without damage."

"As long as you make a deal with me."

"If you don't agree, the poor monk resists before he dies, at least this soul thought..."

"If you absorb it, it's definitely not more than fifty percent."