Is it worth it?

Every time the sand monk meets the golden cicada, he will persuade the golden cicada and let him turn back.

In every life, it didn't succeed, and in every life, the golden cicada was swallowed by the sand monk!

Every life, in front of Sha Seng's hands, he will ask Jin Chanzi the same question, and in every life, Jin Chanzi's answer is those two words - worthwhile.

And in this life, Tang Mo didn't answer like this, he looked at Sha Seng and said, "In this world, how can you ask whether it is worth it." If you think it's worth it, it's worth it! If you don't think it's worth it, it's not worth it!"

"In this life, you still have to embark on the road of seeking death? You are not the opponent of the Buddha! You have gone to Lingshan, and you still can't escape the predetermined fate!"

Sha Seng opened his mouth and said, "You want to talk about the Buddha with the Buddha, you want to reason with the Buddha, but how can the Buddha reason with you." ”

"No! The poor monk believes that the Buddha will still be reasonable! The day when the poor monk knocks on the Lingshan Mountain is the time to discuss the Buddha with the Buddha again, and at that time, the poor monk wants to reason with the Buddha!"

Tang Mo opened his mouth lightly, but between his words, there was a kind of arrogance of annexing the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

Sha Seng sneered and said, "Holy Monk, are you joking? You are not even my opponent, so how can you say anything about hitting Lingshan! If the Buddha is the supreme of Lingshan! The number one master of the Three Realms!"

【Ding Dong!Mocking!Contempt!Negative Sentiment from Sand Monk +100.】

Tang Mo looked at Sha Seng, stretched out a finger, and said, "One knife, defeat you, just one move!"

"Arrogance! No, holy monk, you are not arrogant! You are naïve! You naively think that you can influence everything with your Rausch Dharma alone! Do you think I will be influenced by you?"

Sha Seng shook his head and smiled disdainfully.

The little white dragon said beside him, "Where did this monster come from, so arrogant?

"What kind of rolling shutter general! When my old grandson made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, what kind of general Raushzi rolled up the blinds, he didn't know where to hide! Even he dared to look down on my old grandson's master!"

Sun Wukong disdained the exit and did not put the sand monk in his eyes.

And he does have such qualifications, five hundred years ago, the generals of the Heavenly Court who he pressed couldn't raise their heads, and the general of the rolling shutter didn't even have the qualifications to participate in the battle.

The Bull Demon King disdainfully spoke, and said, "I still don't believe it, old cow, if you meet a monster casually, it's all like that Yellow Wind Monster, with difficult talents!"

"It's over! No, monkey, don't be in a hurry!"

The Bull Demon King stopped Sun Wukong and said, "Lao Niu can see that this general is obviously a cause and effect between him and our master, this is our master's own cause and effect, and our master needs to understand it himself!"

The Bull Demon King has always been the Bull Demon King, on the surface, it seems that he will always be, a reckless look, but in fact, there are fine in the thick.

If it weren't for this, four hundred years ago, he would not have been able to single-handedly plan the great change in Ma Taling Ling Mountain.

The little white dragon said beside him, "This monster actually looks down on the master, and he suffers!"

At this time, Tang Mo smiled lightly, after all, there is a cause and effect of the ninth generation, and he has to do a one.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow appeared in his hand, he waved the Great Xia Dragon Sparrow, opened his mouth lightly, and said, "The monks don't talk nonsense! Say one knife, and the poor monk will definitely not make a second knife!"

Recite!

The sword slashed out, drawing a stunning silver ray, and then died of laughter in an instant, and in an instant, the knife light was silent, deep and terrifying.

Tang Mo didn't even use any mana, just understated it and slashed it out casually.

"Holy monk, you have indeed changed! In the first nine lifetimes, you would only worship with me, and you wanted to influence me with your kind heart! In this life, you finally understand that it is useless to reform!"

Sha Seng faced this knife and said, "It's a pity! It's not enough! It's far from enough! Holy monk, it's too naïve to want to defeat me with such a knife!"

The sand monk held the crescent shovel in his hand, controlled the water of the quicksand river, and said, "Three thousand weak water depths, three thousand weak water methods, here, but the quicksand river!"

In the weak water, everything is difficult to survive, but there are always some creatures with special physique, who can survive in the three thousand weak water, and the sand monk is such a special existence.

The sand monk holds the crescent shovel, with the quicksand river as the center, and evolves the three thousand weak water method, which is a terrible divine channel method, which corresponds to the three thousand weak water.

The waves of the river reflect the void, and the power of the weak water sweeps in all directions.

A river is surging, flooding the heavens and the earth, terrifying, obscuring the sky and the sun.

In "Journey to the West", Sha Seng gives people the impression that he is taciturn, and the only words he can say are those two sentences.

Senior brother, Master has been arrested!

Second Senior Brother, Master was arrested!

But I really thought that Sha Seng didn't have any skills, so it was wrong.

The reincarnation of Sha Seng and Tang Seng IX produces cause and effect, how can it be so simple.

"Holy monk, you are so naïve! Even if you wake up now, it will be too late!"

Sha Seng stood in the middle of the water, and the three thousand weak water methods penetrated the void, directly submerging Tang Mo's knife.

The void stands still, destroying everything as if nothing had happened.

"Holy monk, do you understand?"

The sand monk took the crescent shovel, and when he waved, the three thousand weak levels were quiet, like the water god who controlled the three weak waters.

【Ding Dong!Contempt!Negative Sentiment from Sand Monk +200.】

"The poor monk understands! Donor, do you understand?"

Tang Mo looked at Sha Seng lightly and asked rhetorically.

Sha Seng was about to say something, but he felt a pain in his neck, he subconsciously looked at his neck, but found that there was an extra blood mark on it.

Looking at this bloodstain, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

When did the knife just now slash at his neck, and just now he used his Dao magic power to stop it.

If it hadn't been for the other party's mercy just now, he would have died!

Monks don't speak!

You only need one knife to defeat, say use one knife, never make a second knife.

What arrogance, and how confident?

Sha Seng looked at Tang Mo in horror, he had dealt with the former ninth reincarnation body of the golden cicada, so he naturally knew the other party's character very well.

What happened in this life, and why did it change so much?

"The poor monk is no longer the poor monk of the previous ninth generation, but the benefactor is still the benefactor of the previous ninth generation!"

Tang Mo's indifferent voice sounded, and the Great Xia Dragon Bird didn't know when, it was already placed on the neck of the sand monk.

"The poor monk believes that he can influence the donor, and the poor monk also believes that he can influence all the evil people in this world, if anyone does not accept it, then the poor monk will continue to influence with the knife in his hand!