"Aang!"

Suddenly, a dragon roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and a white jade dragon pierced the sky, it was the third prince of the West Sea who was fierce, and when he saw that Sun Wukong was outnumbered, he wanted to come over to help.

Seeing that the white phosphorus snake appeared, two hot rays of light suddenly shot out of the eyes of the white phosphorus snake, and he laughed strangely: "It turns out that there is a little dragon, swallowing your king and just cultivating!" After that, he turned into a horse and shot directly at the white dragon, and he snorted coldly, and the sense of superiority from the bloodline made him look down on this kind of snake and spirit monster at all, and a dragon groan, a turbulent water wave shot out of his mouth, and the white phosphorus snake was submerged in the air between the waves.

The white phosphorus snake that was submerged by the waves was not surprised at all, and its huge body circled and shuttled in the water, as if it was like a fish in water.

"If the Dragon King is here, I am afraid of three points, but you even a little dragon dares to descend on me!" The huge body of the white phosphorus snake shuttled rapidly in the water, making it impossible to catch the figure, and only the waterline could be seen crossing the water.

Suddenly, a white shadow rushed out of the water, a cold light flashed, and a bloody mouth full of fangs was already bitten on the white dragon's body.

"Aang!"

I saw that the blood was dripping, and the hard dragon scales were pierced by fangs, and I couldn't help screaming in pain, and I was ferocious, and I turned the dragon body and bit the body of the white phosphorus snake hard, and suddenly the cold air overflowed, and a thin frost slowly spread on the huge body of the white phosphorus snake.

The cold air overflowed, venom spewed, and the two behemoths rolled and entwined in mid-air, and the fight was inseparable.

"I'm underestimating you. ”

At this time, on the other side, Sun Wukong slowly climbed up from the mountain with a golden hoop stick, and his golden hair stood in the wind, undamaged, and the attacks of the three demons just now failed to hurt him, and the golden body was really terrifying.

The black giant wolf gasped, looking at the fierce monkey and retreating.

"Die!"

The huge body disappeared from everyone's sight in an instant, and then it jumped above the wolf demon, and smashed down with a stick, the black giant wolf was in a trance, but he didn't avoid it, and he was hit by a stick and let out a miserable howl, and this stick was directly interrupted by his demon body.

The black wind monster gasped, the black wolf was cultivated by a different species, it can drive wind and thunder, and the demon body is comparable to gold and iron under the quenching of thunder and lightning on weekdays, but I didn't expect it to be interrupted by a ferocious monkey today.

A black gas quietly drilled out of the two broken wolf corpses, turned into a wolf shape in the air, let out a sharp wolf howl, and turned into a black light and fled straight into the distance.

"Innocent!"

Looking at the wolf demon fleeing in the distance, Sun Wukong's eyes flashed a fierce light, opened his bloody mouth, and sucked hard, like a huge whirlpool, in the horrified eyes of everyone, the wolf demon turned into black gas was directly sucked into the mouth of the fierce ape and turned into nothingness.

Seeing such a tragic scene, the black wind monster and the white phosphorus snake glanced at each other, and their hearts trembled, and before they could react, they saw a huge fluffy palm enveloping them, grabbing the white snake that was entwined with the jade dragon, and with a fierce force of both arms, it was torn in two, and suddenly there was a rain of blood in the sky.

......

Above the sky, several big demons were in full swing, but Tang and Song Dynasty below became lonely.

Looking at Guang Yong on the other side staring at him with malicious eyes, Tang Song grinned with a hideous gaze, "Those monsters can't be provoked, but you, a little bald donkey with a mortal body, also want to take the life of a poor monk?"

But soon Tang Song shut up, because he saw that the monk's robe on Guang Yong's body began to slowly fall off, and a resentful face loomed on it, and it turned out to be an evil cultivator who cultivated the art of resentment clothes.

"Bought a watch!"

Tang Song secretly glanced at the sky above, desperately to find that there was a fierce battle in the sky, and no one would notice it at all.

"You and I have no grudges in the long days and no enemies in the near future, why do you have to kill the poor monk?" Tang Song decided to ask more questions and try to delay the time, and at the same time, Tang Song was indeed a little curious about this question.

"There is a monk who dreams of me, and if you kill you, you can take your place, become a new scripture learner, and cultivate immortality. Guang Yong said calmly, perhaps because he felt that he had won the battle, and Guang Yong was not in a hurry to make a move.

Tang Song sighed helplessly, needless to say, this must be the handiwork of some ruined old lady.

"Do you believe this kind of nonsense?"

"Does the little monk have any other choice?" Guang Yong asked rhetorically.

Tang Song was stunned when he heard this, stared at the little monk's eyes tightly, and sighed for a long time: "It's a pity." ”

"Last question, have you ever tried to kill a poor monk before?"

"The little monk tried to do it tonight, but the elder has always been protected by the monkey, so he gave up. Guangyong replied honestly.

Tang Song nodded, everything was revealed, and his first death was obviously Guang Yong's hand when he used the monkey to go out.

"Let's do it!"

Guang Yong's face was expressionless, and the monk's robe was already silently wrapping Tang Song's body, Tang Song only felt that his eyes were dark, and his consciousness quickly dissipated.

......

Walking into the main hall again, the old monk walked slowly again, and put his palms together again: "Amitabha, the poor monk is—"

Tang Song waved his hand, I have seen it eight hundred times in the past few days, and I always do what I do to introduce myself, I know how many folds there are on your old face.

"The poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to seek the true scriptures. ”

The old monk was amazed when he heard this, and said, "That Datang-"

The abbot praised it. ”

The old monk looked at this monk who always interrupted him with an inexplicable expression, what I said was a false praise, did you let me speak?!

Tang Song nodded at the brothers of the Meng family who were not far from death, and then said to the old monk: "The poor monk won't drink the tea, let's look at the robe another day, it's getting late, let's rest as soon as possible!"

The old monk looked confused again, is this monk sick in the head, what is he talking about in the sky and on the ground! Who has invited you to tea! Who has shown you the robe! Who wants to rest with you as soon as possible! Saying so entangled and sympathetic, you are disgusting!

Quietly took half a step back, and hurriedly asked the little monk next to him to lead the nervous monk to the east courtyard, all the way the little monk was trembling, for fear that Tang Song would be interested in bringing him into the room to do that bad thing.

Finally came to the east courtyard and watched the Tang and Song Dynasty walk into the wing room, the little monk breathed a sigh of relief, and left in a hurry like a hairless rabbit.