On the Tyumen Mountain, the full moon hangs high, white as a jade plate.

Under the moonlight, the number of demons on Qiuming Mountain plummeted, compared to the demon group that roared in the mountains and tsunami before, in the face of the real calamity, there were very few grandmasters who could stay.

A one-eyed old ape sat on the ferry, looking at the empty sea of clouds, and thought deeply.

"Why don't you leave!"

The fiery red light and shadow flashed, and a red-haired demon clan young man wearing red flame armor looked at the old ape.

The old ape said, "I don't have many years to live, and it is a kind of luck to be able to die in the catastrophe of learning scriptures, but you are Bi Huang, your ancestor is the immortal god bird Bi Fang, you have great hope of transforming your ancestral veins and advancing to the demon king, and there is only one way to die if you stay, and you can't draw it." ”

Bi Huang looked at the clouds gradually dissipating in the sky, "The mountain lord said that if you want to become a demon king, you can't run away when you encounter things, you have to dare to face difficulties, and only after experiencing disasters can you transform into Bi Fang's true blood, this is a catastrophe and an opportunity." ”

The long hair on the old ape's head was blown up, and he was a little moved, "If the old ape had your consciousness when he was young, maybe it wouldn't be like this." ”

At this moment, the bright moonlight above his head shone brightly, and a white moonlight turned into a connecting sky light and pointed to the northwest.

At this moment, in the sea of clouds in the northwest, a golden Buddha light roared out, and the Buddha light was like a thunderbolt that cut the clouds in half, directly swallowing the white moonlight on the top of the head!

"Amitabha, poor monk Fahai, Buddhism, this is polite!"

Lang Lang's laughter shook Qiuming Mountain for thousands of miles, a white dragon swam out of the sea of clouds and fog, and on the skull of the real dragon, a young bald monk in white hunting smiled, looking around, there was no sadness or joy in his eyes.

On the Tyumen Mountain, the monsters stared at the foursome who had learned the scriptures one by one, they had never heard the scriptures, but they had never seen them.

At a glance now, the young monk robes and hunted, his face was like a crown of jade, and his mana was so profound that he couldn't imagine it.

In addition to the monk, there were two masters with diametrically opposite temperaments standing on the left and right.

A golden exploding head, a guy with muscles like a dragon, a young man with black hair and a shawl, and a melancholy expression, coupled with the white dragon of the West Sea, even a fool understands at this moment that the funeral party of the West Heaven is really here.

At this moment, a majestic moonlight whistled on the floating island of Tyumen Mountain, the moonlight was pure and cloudy, the cold air solidified the clouds, and a glacier cold path appeared out of thin air, on the white ice road of the cold people, a fairy stepped on the ice, and the fairy only walked a few steps away, and arrived in front of Fahai.

Fahai stood on the little white dragon's head and looked at the woman in front of him.

Purely in terms of appearance, she can't be called stunning, she has only one characteristic, quiet.

The appearance is very quiet, and the temperament is also very quiet, just like the Zen of Buddhism, the elegance is considerable.

The fairy in the white dress looked at Fahai and said respectfully, "In the Lower Cold Mountain, a ray of moonlight has turned into essence, and it has been practiced for six thousand seven hundred and twenty-five years, which is polite." ”

Fahai looked at the cold mountain and thought for a while, "I am drunk and drink to visit the cold mountain, the frost is full of the sky, I breathe in the cold air and the cold wind turns over, and the wine spills the rivers and mountains! ”

Hanshan said, "Hanshan doesn't dare to ask the holy monk for forgiveness, he just asks the holy monk to hurry up, don't want the monsters up and down the Tyumen Mountain to be too happy." ”

After speaking, Han Shan put on a posture of being killed.

Weak woman, in front of you, put on a look of letting you kill, even a hard-hearted person is difficult to start.

The monkey glanced at the master, the monkey was not sure if the master was still a person, if it was a person, he might not make a move, after all, such a weak woman had to be pitied.

However, if the master is not a human, then it will be said twice.

Fahai looked at the monkey at this moment, his eyes shining, "You guess that the poor monk is not a person, right?"

The monkey looked at Fahai, "You learned his mind?"

Fahai looked back at Hanshan and said with a slight smile, "Female donor, it's rude." ”

Fahai waved his palm, the golden bowl in his palm roared out, the golden bowl enveloped the cold mountain fairy, before Han Shan could react, the ice road at the foot of the cold mountain instantly shattered and exploded, Han Shan's whole person turned into an ice jade body, her body withered quickly, and ice fragments melted in the moonlight, like the most beautiful snow and raindrops in the world.

Every drop of moonlight was taken back by the golden bowl, and it was clear that this female goblin had entered the holy monk's golden bowl.

Leifeng Tower, a seat!

The monkey looked up and said, "Fold another one, why bother?"

Sha Seng also sighed, "He doesn't understand love at all, how pitiful you are, this guy won't have compassion!"

In the scattered white moonlight in the sky, all the monsters left on the Tyumen Mountain were full of grief.

That bald donkey really isn't human!

Lord Luna is kind of to ask for peace, but he doesn't pay attention to it, and bluntly says that he wants the altar of the Great Wilderness.

However, how could the Great Wilderness Altar be given to him?

The Great Wilderness Altar is the root of this Tyumen Mountain, the center of this place, if it is given to him, won't the Tyumen Mountain collapse?

"It is said that the Dharma of the Tang Dynasty Holy Monk is boundless, and it is not talented in the next place, please ask for advice!"

The figure of the flame rose into the sky, the scarlet flames burned on the armor, and the guy was armed with a spear, and the fierce wind was all around him, and the spear stabbed at Fahai with his head and face.

Fahai stood there, looking at the spear that stabbed him, and with a bang, it seemed to enter a transparent quagmire, quickly submerging, and then disappearing.

Bi Huang seemed to have been prepared, and suddenly the ground face quickly sharpened, his nose was cocked, and then his face was narrow and long, and a human-sized flaming giant crane burst out of his body, and the flaming crane had only one foot, with a feather on its head, and soared with its wings, spitting at Fahai.

A series of majestic flames from the fire crane's mouth smashed towards Fahai in the face.

Fahai didn't even look at it, and the flames, like the spear just now, fell into the dimensional folding layer in front of Fahai and disappeared.

Faster, Fahai's side, a fist smashed directly, "Dare to hit my master, look for death!"

Bi Huang didn't even react, he was smashed by the monkey and flew out.

The monkey roared angrily, "Sneak attack on my master, have you asked me Sun Wukong?"

Fahai was behind him, his face was dark, "Wukong, can you not be so leaky when saving monsters, at least a bit of a plot, okay?" ”

Sha Seng also said, "That's it, senior brother, you can say that you have an eight-generation enmity with this monster, and then you want to kill him or something like that, so that the master can better step down, and you just save the monster like this, is this really good?"

Wukong said confidently, "My old grandson is the demon king Sun Wukong, naturally you want to save the demon clan, if you can't get used to it, you can beat me!"

"Hit you, I'll talk about it later. Fahai looked at the hanging floating island of Tyumen Mountain, "The top priority now is to collect the Flood Altar!

As he spoke, Fahai raised his arms high, and this appearance subconsciously made the monkey and the sand monk retreat.

"Master, what is the master doing!"

"No, I don't know!"

"This posture, I saw it immediately in a comic book drawn by the master, it seems to be a bag of rice carrying several floors!"

“......”

Fahai didn't go to read a bag of rice to carry a few floors, but shouted briefly, "Move mountains!"