"Brahma?"

The remaining four looked at the third child with a puzzled expression.

That Brahma of Hinduism?

Let's the calf.

Where do you place my Taoist Sanqing?

Moreover, the one in front of me looks unremarkable-

Well, although I don't want to admit it, the monk in front of me is indeed quite handsome.

It's just that no matter how you look at it, he's just an ordinary monk.

The qi and blood were mediocre, and there was no mana fluctuation, let alone any shocking fluctuations.

How could it be Brahma.

And can the third child use such a hellish panicked expression?

"It's Brahma in the Thunderbolt puppet show!" said the red-haired young man, his face pale.

The level of Thunderbolt World is not as high as that of Journey to the West.

But—

The danger factor is not at all a level, and it is not even much more dangerous than the Marvel world.

Countless careerists are secretly preparing.

Destroy the world, create the world, and rule the world.......

In short, you can do whatever you want.

I can't say that because of some trivial things, I directly participated in the game of the big guy, and I don't know how to die.

The master is even more like a leek, cutting a stubble and a stubble.

Often, those who have just appeared on the scene and are forced to break through the sky, and at first glance they are the protagonists, and they may go directly to the bento later.

The worst thing is the suffering of those people.

Suffering gathers and destroys the four realms, and the suffering realm is really bitter!

From the first episode to the present nearly 3,000 episodes, the days of being invaded have never stopped.

The villain is like a leek, cutting stubble after stubble!

Sometimes the stubble of leeks has not been cut, and the stubble of leeks has risen again.

There is no need to say that the suffering of the people in the suffering situation is inexhaustible.

Every time Zhengdao and the villain gather to fight in a group, the atmosphere is tense, tense, exciting, exciting, and exciting.

The site is collapsed, cracked, and destroyed into slag. This kind of hardship "demolition office", this kind of day is also called the daily life of hardship, the location is random, and it mostly occurs halfway through. Even the plain glazed fairy sword has exploded.

If it weren't for mastering the magic skill of the Zero Point Refresh Technique, the people of the Bitter Realm would have all died long ago.

The red-haired youth's face turned pale.

If it's really a hard time?

So this wave may be colder, huh?

After all, the protagonist has died in a world that I don't know how many times, and these outsiders may not survive more than two episodes.

Not only the red-haired youth, but several other members also turned pale when they heard the red-haired youth's words.

It won't—

Really bad luck!

What is the Lord God doing?

Murder?

If you can go back alive this time, you will definitely go to Unicom customer service to complain about you.

"Why don't we go over and hug our thighs?"

The elf girl said with some confidence.

"After all, this page is a big guy who can resist the Emperor of Heaven, and he is a compassionate monk, if we hug his thigh, we should be able to live!"

Although I don't think this is the thunderbolt world that the third child said.

After all, the main gods have said that this is the Journey to the West, and the background is also the Tang Dynasty.

But, what if?

As long as there is the slightest possibility, it is necessary to take precautions.

The third child laughed, and his eyebrows were full of decadence?

Are all monks compassionate?

Hehe~

I think you might have any misconceptions about monks?

"I don't know if you've ever heard—"

Just as he was about to speak, the people in front of him suddenly changed again.

"Where did the great monk come from, this is our village's business, you don't care!" came the voice of the villagers in front of him.

Pile driven.

In the eyes of the villagers, this is a good thing for the whole village.

And that's how my ancestors have been coming for generations.

If the parents also agree, it is naturally reasonable and legal.

Didn't you see it, didn't the officials take care of it?

If you don't drive piles, the water demons in the river will make trouble, and then it won't be a matter that one or two human lives can solve.

"Amitabha~"

"Bang~"

"The bald man is beating!"

"Dead bald, you stop me!"

"Let's go together!"

"This monk has a lot of strength!"

"Master, master tap and hit!"

......

The elven girl and everyone except the red-haired youth were instantly stunned.

What about the great monks who are said to be good?

Even if you don't have the spirit of feeding tigers with your body and cutting meat to feed eagles, at least you have to persuade a few words, right?

Hands-on words.

The other party should only do it after he dies and does not repent, right?

Where did you put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha?

"I don't know if you've ever heard of it, kind eyebrows and kind eyes, spicy hands and Buddha hearts?" said the red-haired young man faintly.

Suddenly, several people around him looked at each other one by one.

The red-haired youth was a little helpless.

A monk in a difficult situation is compassionate?

That's compassionate, of course!

It's just a violent monk who likes to beep not much if he can do it.

The red-haired young man sighed, if it was with a page of the book, he would be beaten a few times if he couldn't keep it, but just stepped forward to set it up, and the red-haired young man always felt that something was wrong.

Although this monk reads a page of poetry after the demonization of the book.

But there was not the slightest mana fluctuation in his body, and his qi and blood were mediocre.

It's probably just that I recognized the wrong person.

"Amitabha, junior brother, this is the river demon here!"

Just as the red-haired youth pondered whether to step forward and get closer, a huge shadow fell from the sky.

The huge figure was like a hill falling down, making the eyes of the five reincarnators streak, and they were about to make a move subconsciously, but they all restrained their breath at the same time.

If he's really a one-page book.

Then it should be-

"it!"

The red-haired youth was the first to scream, and the expressions of the remaining four were not much better.

Where the young man who claimed to be a page of the book stood, spiderweb-like cracks spread towards Zizhou.

The monk jumped into the sky, easily took the mountain-like monster with one hand, and the next moment it easily landed on the ground.

Immediately, a sloppy monk walked slowly, followed by a rooster-like creature covered in fine golden fluff.

"It's him, it's him, it's him!"

Among the private channels of the five reincarnators, the red-haired youth has almost completely confirmed.

"That creature with golden fluff is definitely a juvenile Yang Wing, that is, a golden-winged Dapeng bird, he hasn't grown up yet, which means it's still early for the plot to begin!"

The red-haired youth rejoiced.

The plot hasn't started yet, proving that he and others still have a chance to hug their thighs, and they can even use other identities to hug their thighs!

"Senior brother, have you ever found out the origin of this monster? ”

Over there, Xuanzang looked at Daoji and asked calmly.

Since that day, Xuanzang and the two of them naturally walked towards Hongjiang, without using supernatural powers, and they have accumulated a lot of merit along the way by punishing evil and promoting good, subduing demons and eliminating demons.

This has happened many times today.

"Amitabha, you may not believe it when you say it, junior brother, it is-"

Suddenly, a long shout came from behind him.

"One hates that talented people can't do anything, two hates the red face and thin life, three hates the endless river waves, four hates the hot and cold world, five hates the platform is easy to leak, six hates the orchid leaves and is more scorched, seven hates the puffer fish is very poisonous, eight hates the peanut thorns, nine hates the mosquito on the summer night, ten hates the sorrel and hides the fish, eleven hates not meeting the opponent, and twelve hates the world is invincible!"

Five strange-looking people appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

And then—

Xuanzang's complexion became strange.

Fellow Daoists?

Amitabha, who are you fooling!

The Twelve Sword Monarchs hate to rub like this?