A group of little demons led the order to carry Tang Sanzang, tied him up, and then threw him to the firewood room, then clapped his hands and left.

"Well, this is going straight away? At the very least, there will be one person left to watch the poor monk. Do you have a little work ethic, you are completely undedicated and love your job!"

Xuanzang's eyes widened and he shouted repeatedly, but those little demons were going farther and farther, and he couldn't help but shake his head helplessly.

After a while, the boring Xuanzang untied the thick rope in his hand, and then walked out with a swaggering face.

Xuanzang turned the Golden Pocket Cave for most of the circle, but he didn't meet a little demon guarding it, and his face became more and more gloomy.

"Bad luck, no one to ask for directions, these monsters have a really big heart. ”

As he was walking, Xuanzang suddenly found that there was an arsenal in front of him, and he couldn't help but feel happy on his face.

"Hmph, let you underestimate the poor monk, and the poor monk will empty your weapons!"

Xuanzang took a few steps forward, but found that the arsenal was locked with heavy chains, and the heavy lock of the locked door weighed at least hundreds of pounds, and ordinary people couldn't open it without a key.

"It's just a chain, how can it be difficult to get a poor monk!"

So, Tang Sanzang punched over.

The door of the arsenal, which was originally heavily locked, was instantly pierced by Tang Sanzang through a big hole, and then Tang Sanzang walked in extremely calmly.

"Ding Dong, congratulations to the host for breaking into the arsenal on the dead night, rewarding experience points +5!"

Xuanzang: "......"

As soon as he entered the weapons warehouse, he saw a column of swords, guns, swords, and halberds neatly placed in the warehouse, Xuanzang grabbed a hundred-pound iron axe and waved it at will, and slashed it upward.

Then the dozens of spears that were originally standing upright were all cut off in unison, leaving only wisps of red tassels alone, floating in the air like lonely ghosts.

"Junk weapons! Waste the poor monk's time!" Xuanzang threw down his axe and turned to leave, but he stopped.

"Ma Dan, it's not a way to find it like this, and you have to die of exhaustion if you're tired. No, the poor monk has to find a way to solve it!"

So, Tang Sanzang found a wall that looked relatively solid, and then lightly punched it.

With a bang, the solid wall was like tofu, and it was pierced by Tang Sanzang's direct punch.

Then, Tang Sanzang walked in very calmly.

"This is Dan Pharmacy?" Xuanzang's face was happy, thinking that he had finally found a good place.

After a moment, Xuanzang's face was black and calm, and then he slammed his fist into the next wall.

"Garbage monsters, you can't even prepare materials, each one is at least half of the materials, is it possible that the poor monk will give you alchemy?"

So, Tang Sanzang fought all the way, penetrating eight or nine walls before stopping.

"This is ......" Tang Sanzang raised his head with a shocked expression.

Directly opposite him, a green bull spirit with a single horn was half-squatting on the ground, looking up at the starry sky in a forty-five direction, as if thinking about some life principle.

"Who are you, what do you want to do?" Tang Sanzang and Qingniu Jing asked in unison.

"This king is going out of Gong!" Qingniu Jing held back his face purple, and he was just about to ship, but he was so frightened by the human in front of him that he ran back, almost burping.

"Disrespectful, goodbye!

Xuanzang almost didn't die, and hurriedly arched his hand towards the green cow spirit, and then calmly turned around and left.

"You human beings, you dare to peep at this king!" Qingniu Jing was furious, and lifted a steel gun and put it on Tang Sanzang's neck.

"Are you planning to forcibly leave the poor monk?" Xuanzang asked rhetorically, and then said with a very straight face: "It's a pity that the poor monk is not in a hurry now!

Green Bull Spirit: "......"

"You human beings can't find death!" The green bull spirit was furious, and as soon as he turned the steel spear, it turned into thousands of starlight and stabbed at Tang Sanzang's body.

"Slow, you are also a demon male, is it undignified to fight with a poor monk without even mentioning your pants?" Xuanzang blinked his eyes and asked rhetorically.

Qingniu Jing was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself. Then, the green bull spirit put down the steel gun, and warned while lifting his pants: "Stinky boy, don't leave yet, wait for me to ......"

Before Qingniu Jing finished speaking, Xuanzang couldn't help but say, and punched the wall next to him again, directly blasting over.

Immediately after, a familiar face appeared in front of the broken wall.

"Human bald, why are you here?"

The cow spirit, who hadn't reacted yet, rubbed his sleepy and hazy eyes, and looked at Tang Sanzang who suddenly appeared in front of him in surprise.

Niu muttered carefully: Didn't I throw him to the little demons to take a good look at?

"You probably haven't slept well and are hallucinating. Xuanzang patted him on the shoulder, then walked to the next wall, and continued to punch without saying a word.

The little demons who were woken up by the huge explosion all woke up at once.

When they opened their eyes, they saw a wall in front of them...... Gone!

And standing in front of his broken wall was a monk with a smile on his face......

There is also a sleepy-eyed cow spirit......

I even saw that my own king was hurriedly lifting his trousers!

"This is ......" The little demons' eyes widened, and they didn't know what was going on for a while.

Xuanzang smiled at them and said, "You haven't slept well either, you see, this illusion has been transferred to you." Go back to sleep. ”

After speaking, Xuanzang clapped his hands and left with a smile.

"Hallucinations?" the little demons looked at each other, nodded in realization, and were about to go back to bed to continue sleeping, but the one-horned king rushed over like a gust of wind.

"What about the dead monk, where did he go?" roared the One-Horned King.

The little demons looked dazed: "It seems that I've been too tired lately, why is this illusion so real?"

So, everyone ignored the one-horned king, pulled up the quilt and continued to dream of yellow sorghum.

The One-Horned King: "......"

The unicorn king was so angry that he grabbed the starting point of the steel gun and chased after him.

"Who the hell are you, why did you break into the Cave Mansion at night?" the One-Horned King stopped Tang Sanzang with an unkind expression.

Tang Sanzang raised his head and said with a look of surprise: "The poor monk is Tang Sanzang from the Eastern Tang Dynasty. However, the poor monk did not break into your cave at night, and the poor monk captured you back. ”

"Caught back?" The One-Horned King's face changed slightly, and then he said angrily, "Then can you tell this king why you are here, and what is going on?"

"The poor monk is taking a walk, as the saying goes, a walk after dinner will surpass the living immortals. Xuanzang replied very honestly.

The one-horned king looked at the cave that had been pierced through a large area, ruined and ruined, and full of rubble, miserable!

The one-horned king couldn't help but star, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost died of anger.

You're planning to tear down the king's cave, right?