As a dignified demon, the Black Wind Monster is naturally not slow to control the Black Wind, but where can it compare to Sun Wukong's somersault cloud, and it was chased by the monkey after a short time, and the Black Wind Monster was directly smashed down the cloud with a stick.

"Bi Ma Wen, you don't want to deceive people too much!"

The black wind monster got up from the ground with a gray face, it was really a demon king who was cast in copper and iron, and he really hit Sun Wukong twice, but it didn't seem to be hurt at all.

"What's the matter if it's to deceive you!" Sun Wukong said with a disdainful face on his shoulder, carrying a golden hoop stick on his shoulder.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the black wind monster suddenly showed a huge true body, but it was a huge black bear with a body of more than ten meters, and the two-handed man stood up, opened his bloody mouth and roared to the sky, like a giant demon in the wilderness, showing the true colors of the demon king.

At the same time, black winds gushed out from the body, turning into two black dragons, and swept straight towards Sun Wukong in mid-air.

In the face of the strange black storm, the monkey did not dare to make a hard connection, and its body flickered and moved, like a nimble seabird shuttling between the storm.

"Huh!"

But how could the black wind monster's supernatural powers be so easy to deal with, one accident, the purple gold crown on Sun Wukong's head was suddenly split in half, as if it had been cut by an invisible blade.

The black wind is the natal power of the black wind monster, like an invisible blade, sharp and unmatched, even the treasure that Sun Wukong collected from the Dragon Palace of the Four Seas couldn't parry, and was cut into pieces by the black wind in the blink of an eye.

The Black Wind Monster looked at Sun Wukong, who was constantly struggling to dodge in the storm, and couldn't help laughing, a huge amount of mana gushed out wildly, and dozens of black winds spit out from his mouth one after another, as if he wanted to dye the entire sky black.

As the black storm raged across the sky, Sun Wukong's figure gradually disappeared into this black wave, slowly disappearing, and only sharp friction sounds could be heard.

"Hehe, let you beat the copper and iron, under the magic power of this king, you will not escape death after all!"

I don't know how long it took for the black storm to gradually dissipate and re-reveal the bright sky, but there was no trace of Sun Wukong in the sky.

"Poor fellow, he must have been torn to pieces by the king's supernatural powers. The Black Wind Monster looked at the sky and said triumphantly.

"Idiot, what are you dreaming about there!"

Suddenly, a joking voice came from behind him, and the black wind monster turned his head suddenly, but saw a golden figure slowly walking towards him, a body of golden hair that was not stained with fine dust, especially eye-catching in the dark night, a broken golden armor half hung on the body, a little embarrassed, but the body was not injured at all, it was the Monkey King!

"How is that possible?!"

The Black Wind Monster's eyes were so hung out, under his magical powers, how could anyone be unharmed!

Subconsciously opened his bloody mouth, and countless black winds quietly emerged, forming a huge black wave that covered the sky like Sun Wukong.

The monkey laughed wildly, ripped off the broken gold armor on his body, and stood in place with his head held high, not even dodging, and was swallowed up by this black wave in the blink of an eye.

"You stupid bear, is that all you have to do?!"

Under the frightened gaze of the Black Wind Monster, his proud Black Wind, which even ordinary magic weapons were torn apart, could not hurt the monkey in the slightest, and countless invisible blades frantically cut every inch of the monkey's body, making a small friction sound, but not to mention the body of a monkey, even a monkey hair could not be helped.

With Sun Wukong's King Kong body, even the heavenly thunder and the true fire are helpless, not to mention the mere xeno-kind storm.

Tearing it with his hand, the black wind around his body was torn apart by Sun Wukong at will like a paper paste, and the monkey looked at the frightened black wind monster and showed an extremely hideous smile, "So- how do you want to die!"

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The words are divided into two ends, on one side the monkey shows its might, but on the other side it leaves the Tang and Song dynasties, who are extremely bitter at this time.

Seeing the Black Wind Monster and Sun Wukong both running away, the old monk realized that his last chance had come, and he couldn't care about anything else, grabbed Tang Song's chest and placket, his eyes were red and roared viciously: "Hurry!

Tang Song couldn't help sighing when he looked at the gradually brightening sky outside, realizing that he was pitted by the monkey again, looking at the old monk who was close to madness, and realizing that it was useless to defend himself, he had to stabilize everyone first, and said slowly: "The robe is in the poor monk's house, and the abbot will go with me to get it." ”

"Do you think Lao Tzu only has a monkey as a helper? It's so naïve!" Tang Song let out a dark smile in his heart, and when he saw the white dragon horse in a while, Lao Tzu will settle the account with you!

"Poof!"

Just as he was thinking proudly, a thin arm was like a sharp sword suddenly plunged into Tang Song's chest.

A sharp pain came from his heart, Tang Song looked at the old monk in front of him in disbelief, isn't this bald donkey crazy! Why don't you kill me yet?!

"If you kill this monk, aren't you afraid that the demon monkey will come back to you for revenge?" Guangzhi hugged his shoulders and looked coldly at the side, looking at Tang Song, who was bleeding and convulsing in his chest, and asked with a sneer.

The old monk laughed, threw Tang Song aside casually, and said: "How powerful is the Black Wind Demon King's magical powers, and a mere demon monkey will also be his opponent!

"Your sister, are you in such a hurry? We won't be able to delay long if we take the robe first......" Tang Song's consciousness gradually began to blur, and finally he vaguely saw a big red robe covering his body, and his body was cold and silent.

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The rain kept falling, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

Tang Song slowly opened his eyes, wiped a handful of rain on his face, and looked at the four big characters of Guanyin Zen Temple above his head, and he was in a terrible mood.

Walking into the main hall again, the old monk walked slowly again, put his palms together again, and said again: "Amitabha, the poor monk is the abbot of this temple, I don't know where the elder came from and where he is going?"

Looking at this old monk with a face full of chrysanthemums, Tang Song hated it so much that his teeth itched, and it seemed that there was still a faint pain in his chest, and he couldn't wait to let the monkey directly press his wrinkled old face to the ground and rub it, so that he could feel what the devil's pace was more than a thousand years in advance.

"The poor monk is called the reverse butterfly, coming from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and he wants to go to the West to worship the Buddha and seek scriptures. Tang Song smiled but didn't smile.

"It turned out to be the Reverse Butterfly Master, thinking that the Tang Dynasty is more than 10,000 miles away from here, and the poor monk has lived for more than 200 years, and he has never been to such a far place, and the elder is really a holy monk. The old monk looked amazed.

If you don't have any ability, can you be an anti-butterfly? Tang Song sneered in his heart, I'll have a good time with you tonight!

"Dare to ask who this is-" The old monk glanced at Sun Wukong next to him and asked cautiously.

Looking at the monkey Tang Song, there was a malicious smile on his face, and he said with a smile: "This person is the Monkey King in the Huaguo Mountain Water Curtain Cave, the Monkey King who made trouble in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago, and if you want to tell his story, you have to start from five hundred years ago, saying that the East China Sea has a divine stone in the country, and absorbs the essence of the sun and the moon every day......"

Thirty minutes later—

The old monk's eyelids were lowered, his eyes were blank, his body swayed from side to side, and he could only fall asleep.

"Abbot, what do you think?" Tang Song slapped his face and suddenly asked.

"Huh, is the elder done?"

The old monk was so frightened that he seemed to have urinated, and as if he had just woken up from a dream, he opened his sleepy eyes, yawned a lot, and looked confused.

"It's still early, the poor monk just talked about the apprenticeship of the Monkey Fangcun Mountain, these are just the prologue, and the next is the real beginning of the story, five hundred years ago——"

"Elder wait, wait, wait......" When the old monk heard that it was a prologue and another five hundred years, his brain began to buzz, and he hurriedly kicked the little monk next to him with dull eyes, and waved his hand: "We have time to listen to the story of the monkey, the elder must have been dry just now, so why don't you hurry up and serve tea!"

The little monk woke up like a dream, wiped the corners of his mouth, and hurriedly ran to the back to put the tea sets on one by one.

Tang Song licked his somewhat dry lips and took a sip of tea gently, "The story of the poor monk, the protector—"

The old monk's face turned green, and he hurriedly interrupted with a smile: "We will talk about the story of the monkey later, the elder and the tea set collected by the poor monk for many years are made of fine mutton fat and white jade, what do the elders think?"

Tang Song rubbed the delicate teacup in his hand, and casually threw the crystal clear tray below onto the table, and in the dull eyes of everyone, the tray as thin as a cicada's wings shattered into eight petals.

"Click!"

The old monk covered his chest with his mouth open, as if he heard the sound of heartbreak.

Tang Song glanced at the old monk with a smile, and said in his heart that he would not die if he was distressed!

Looking at everyone's surprised appearance, Tang Song said disapprerovitically: "Such worthless gadgets can be seen everywhere in my Tang Dynasty, is it also a treasure?"

The old monk's face twitched, looking at the fragments on the table and feeling that the basket was dripping blood, but with a breezy look on his face, he gritted his teeth and said: "These are common vulgar things, where can they be called treasures, if they are broken, they will be broken." ”

"That's good, that's good. Tang Song seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, drank all the tea in the teacup in one gulp, and then watched the exquisite white jade teacup keep rising and falling in Tang Song's palm in the horrified eyes of the old monk, like a toy.

"Ah~~~~"

The old monk groaned, his eyes rose and fell with the teacup, and his hands trembled and stretched out, as if trying to catch the elf who was constantly jumping in the air.

Hearing the old monk's moan, Tang Song couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, how could you still drink pleasure after drinking tea? Why did I think you had an orgasm!

After a little distraction, the teacup in his hand was not steady, and as soon as his palm slipped, he saw the small and delicate teacup quietly slipping from his fingertips, as if he would be unable to escape the fate of being crushed in the next moment.

"Smack!"

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and a withered arm came out of nowhere, steadily catching the teacup falling in mid-air.

"Whew!"

The old monk let out a sigh of relief, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and put the teacup in front of him.

Tang Song's eyes were full of amazement, worthy of being a monk who has lived for more than 200 years, practicing hand speed alone, and his hand work is great!

Seeing that Tang Song stretched out his paws and seemed to reach the teacup, the old monk's body trembled, and he hurriedly kicked the little monk who was waiting next to him.

The little monk had a dog's expression on his face, and he wanted to say it just now, that bald donkey is out of tune, why do you always kick me!

Reluctantly stepped forward and said to everyone: "These are some mundane things, they are really not worth mentioning, and the robes that my ancestors have collected for many years are the real treasures." ”

"Oh, the poor monk was a little curious. ”

The old monk let out a sigh of relief, and said in his heart that you are curious, so he hurriedly ordered someone to take back the tea set, and hurriedly led everyone to a secret room.