"Tang Sanzang, can you have a little face, resurrect this white deer spirit all day long, is this interesting?" the white-faced fox said angrily.

After Tang Sanzang heard this, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought, and at the end, he actually showed a look of shame and embarrassment.

"It's the poor monk's fault, you're right, it's not easy for Bailujing. The poor monk has always been as good as a stream, and now he promises you that he will not resurrect the white deer spirit again. Tang Sanzang nodded very seriously.

The white-faced fox breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, and then sneered three times, and said in his heart that this dead monk was really extremely pedantic, and he knew that he was so good at talking, and the old lady should have spoken out a long time ago.

Before the white-faced fox could prepare to attack Tang Sanzang, he saw Tang Sanzang actually raise the dragon crutch again.

The white-faced fox was startled, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he said angrily: "Tang Sanzang, what do you mean by this, didn't you say that you won't resurrect the white deer spirit?

Facing the angry white-faced fox, Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment, folded his hands, and said respectfully: "The poor monk has not resurrected the white deer spirit." ”

"Then can you tell Monza what it means for you to raise the dragon cane?" asked the white-faced fox unceremoniously.

"Poor monks are naturally used for resurrection...... Antarctic Immortals!" Tang Sanzang said honestly.

White-faced fox: "......"

I'll push your lungs, you're really shameless!

"Resurrect, my warrior!" Tang Sanzang shouted haughtily.

"Fight for you, my ...... Holy Monk?!" The Antarctic Immortal Weng stood up with a bewildered expression, and then exclaimed.

"It's great that this seat is not dead, this seat is an Antarctic immortal, immortal, how can it be because of ......" Before he finished speaking, the white-faced fox's seven white tails turned into thousands of spears, stabbing him to the heart.

Antarctic Immortal: "......"

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for sending the Antarctic Immortal to heaven for his death, and reward experience points +50!"

Tang Sanzang collected a wave of experience, and then once again raised the dragon crutch with great determination.

So, with a face of who I am, what I am going to do, and where am I going, the Antarctic fairy Weng stood up, and before he could raise his hand to resist the white-faced fox, his soul immediately flew out of the sky.

The white-faced fox gasped for a heavy breath, gritted his teeth and looked at Tang Sanzang, and said angrily: "Tang Sanzang, even if you resurrect them a thousand times, they will all die in the end, are you not afraid of being killed by them if you do this?"

Tang Sanzang took a deep breath and said slowly: "The poor monk is dedicated to learning scriptures, and he has no regrets in nine deaths, how can he be afraid of the gossip of others." What's more, they sacrificed their precious lives for the great cause of the Western Heavens, do you think they will blame the poor monks?"

White-faced fox: "......"

What's more, the old lady still underestimated the shamelessness of this dead monk.

This shameless guy who is the first person to learn from the scriptures in the West, the dead monk in front of him recognizes the second, I'm afraid no one dares to admit the first.

I don't know how long it took, Tang Sanzang, who was sweating profusely, finally put down the Panlong crutch in his hand, sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to gasp constantly.

"The seven-tailed demon fox that said good, the peerless demon, how can he not even stop the attack of two people. With your strength, the poor monks are worried about whether you can get out of this bhikshu country. ”

Tang Sanzang said with a look of hatred, and the white-faced fox began to be silent.

I wanted to take Tang Sanzang's heart from the beginning, was this a wrong decision?!

"Ma Dan, this dead monk is so difficult, this seat should stay out of the limelight for the time being. The white-faced fox squinted, then turned into a demonic wind and disappeared in front of everyone.

Tang Sanzang had just raised the dragon crutch at this time, and an Antarctic Immortal stood up, and before Tang Sanzang came over, the Antarctic Immortal Weng covered his face and shouted: "Don't beat the old man, don't beat the old man......"

Tang Sanzang felt a toothache for a while, and said in his heart, you are also an immortal in the sky, why is it like this...... Not beaten.

"Antarctic Immortal, don't be nervous, the poor monk has already helped you fight off that demon. Tang Sanzang said with a good deed on his face.

"Thank you, Holy Monk, you are so good. The Antarctic Immortal quickly thanked him, and then felt as if something was wrong.

Tang Sanzang was a good person to the end, and sent people to death...... Ahem, the principle of sending the Buddha to the west brought the white deer spirit back to life.

When the white deer spirit saw the Antarctic immortal, he hugged his master excitedly.

The Antarctic Immortal Weng hurriedly comforted Bai Lujing with a few words, telling him not to worry, everything was over.

"Holy monk, this bhikshu country calamity has passed, please return the dragon crutch to this seat. The Antarctic Immortal took a deep breath and then proposed.

"Antarctic Immortal, why don't the poor monks give you the nine-ring tin staff and robe. Tang Sanzang smiled slightly.

"Holy monk, what do you mean by this? The nine-ring tin staff and robe were given to you by Guanyin Bodhisattva himself, so you must not make such a joke with this seat. The Antarctic Immortal said with a look of trepidation.

"It was you who made a joke with the poor monk first!" Tang Sanzang snorted coldly, then pointed to the corpse of the king who fell on the Jinluan Palace, and said slowly: "The king of the bhikshu country died violently, and the whereabouts of the white-faced fox are unknown, why do you just open your eyes and talk nonsense, saying that the bhikshu country has passed the catastrophe?"

"This is clearly a catastrophe, and if you don't get it, the white-faced fox will take the opportunity to make waves!"

Tang Sanzang shook his head, and then said with a sad face: "Your family's evil pet has made such a big incident, is it possible that you still want to pat your ass and leave?"

Tang Sanzang said as he made a big move, and the Panlong crutch was taken in by his sleeve.

"Holy Monk ......" the Antarctic Immortal Weng wailed, looking at the magic weapon that was taken away in despair, but he couldn't make a sound.

I obviously came to help, why was it me who was unlucky?

The Antarctic Immortal suddenly understood why the gods in the sky were reluctant to come down, it turned out to be such a thing.

"That's it, forget if the dragon crutch is gone, I'd better go back quickly, otherwise something will happen!"

As soon as the Antarctic Immortal Weng thought of this, he hurriedly rode on the white deer spirit and prepared to slip away.

"Immortal Weng, are you really going to slap your ass and leave?" Tang Sanzang was stunned for a moment, he didn't expect that there were more shameless people in this world than himself.

If it is spread out, how can the poor monk have face? !

No, the poor monk has always been a great and upright, when has he been shameless.

The Antarctic Immortal made up his mind that he had to leave this place immediately.

After all, losing the magic weapon is a small matter, and if you lose your life, the gain outweighs the loss.

"Holy monk, you don't have to worry, let the little god go to heaven to tell the Jade Emperor, and when the time comes, someone will naturally come in person to clean up this evil animal. The Antarctic Immortal took a deep breath, and then said slowly.