First, since it is in a place where there are no people, it is inevitable to eat and sleep in the open, the bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the dense stars are reflected, and Tang Sanzang and his party have to lie under the shade of the mountains and trees at this time, and there is a burning fire to disperse the cold at night, this condition is really difficult.

If it was in the past, Tang Sanzang might feel better, as the person who rescued Sun Wukong from the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, he can also be regarded as Sun Wukong's benefactor, not to mention that Sun Wukong also worshiped him as a master, this night cold is not something that a mortal can resist, if Sun Wukong would naturally use spells to block those night cold winds, so that Tang Sanzang can feel better.

But at this time, Sun Wukong already knew that everything in this westward journey was just a calculation, and he was still the one who was calculated, which was naturally very unhappy in his heart, even if Tang Sanzang at this moment did not know what the westward journey came from, but it did not prevent Sun Wukong from collecting a little debt on him, who made Tang Sanzang a person in Buddhism, and he was also the reincarnation of a disciple of the Buddha.

Since Baihuling, Tang Sanzang also found that the difficulty of staying in the mountains and forests overnight has increased, in the past, he didn't feel how cold the mountain wind was at night, but at this time there was a kind of chill that penetrated the bones, even if he was lying in the quilt, he couldn't help but tremble, even if he was heating the fire, it was only a little effect, this night was difficult!

No matter what Tang Sanzang had in his heart at this time, whether it was emotion, exclamation or something else, Liu Boqin was immersed in his own world at this moment, only to see him sitting cross-legged, his eyes closed, his rich breath continued to converge, and in a moment he became like a lifeless stone, if he hadn't seen him, even tigers and jackals with a keen sense of smell in the mountains would not have found out that Liu Boqin was a living person.

What appeared in Liu Boqin's eyes at this time was not the night, nor the bright moon and stars above the sky, but a bone of a length of a few feet, like white jade, looking at the arc of the bone, it must be a rib, and it was a broken rib, if it was complete, this rib must not be short, then as his master, I am afraid that the body is at least as huge as a hill, even if its strength is not revealed, as long as you see his body, you know that it should not be underestimated.

This bone is the white tiger rib that Liu Boqin got in the White Tiger Ridge, although he has experienced the baptism of wind and rain, the washing of time, but Liu Boqin still perceives the existence of vitality in this rib, although this wisp of vitality seems a little weak, but there is a sense of recklessness from the distant world.

That night, in the White Tiger Cave, this rib transformed into a white tiger, although there was not much spiritual wisdom, but its cultivation was more than a general Yuan Shen Realm, and it was more than a step ahead, in Liu Boqin's opinion, if it wasn't for this rib being buried deep in the earth, coupled with the formation suppression of the white bone spirit, I am afraid that he would have already derived his own spiritual wisdom and cultivated into a big demon, and now this situation is really a pity.

When Liu Boqin felt sorry for what happened to this rib, he felt glad for himself in his heart, if this rib was cultivated into a big demon, it would not fall into his hands, and naturally there would be nothing to do with himself, I am afraid that the three dozen white bone spirits traveling west would not appear, but would become a vicious fight.

Time is pressing, naturally it is a matter of urgency, Liu Boqin suddenly suppressed the other thoughts in his heart, the Yuan Shen stood in the flesh, the face that was revealed showed a grim expression, what he held in his palm was a long sword turned into a thousand jun sticks, the three-foot long sword was dark throughout, like a black hole that devoured all light, but the bright light flashed on the blade from time to time, no one would doubt the edge of this three-foot long sword.

At this moment, Liu Boqin has a kind of like when he was on the earth, he saw others gambling on stones, but when he saw the stones on the outside, no one knew what was wrapped in the stone skin.

For Liu Boqin, no matter what will eventually be removed from the white jade-like ribs, it will not be worse than now. With a decision in his heart, he will naturally not hesitate, and being clean and neat is the most suitable choice for Liu Boqin at this time.

"Zheng!"

At this moment, the three-foot long sword in Liu Boqin's hand shook suddenly, and a low sound sounded in Liu Boqin's body, but the inside and outside of the body were like two different times, and the sound of the blockade with the body naturally would not come out, even Sun Wukong and others did not notice Liu Boqin's abnormality, in their opinion, Liu Boqin at this time was just meditating and practicing qi, and he was a seeker who cherished every minute and every second.

Yuan Shen Imperial Sword, the three-foot sword slowly poked out, slow is not happy, slow meaning, even young children can see the trajectory of this long sword clearly, maybe even the old man who is faltering, can easily avoid this sword, can not see the slightest lethal sword.

"Hum!" The breath was gently vibrating, and the tip of the pitch-black long sword revealed a silvery-white luster, with a sharp and incomparable aura, this is the edge, the power is condensed on the tip of the sword, and the edge gathers, which can penetrate the mountains, or perhaps the space, to achieve the great power of opening up the void.

At this time, as the target of the three-foot pitch-black long sword, the white jade-like white tiger ribs did not have the slightest movement, as if it existed in a frozen time and space, there was no flow of time, and naturally there was no movement, and everything was naturally forbidden.

If someone is transparent and can pass through the blockade of Liu Boqin's physical mana, you can see that under Liu Boqin's drive, one after another invisible and qualitative mana falls from the void, looking at the source, but turning into invisible chains, blocking and fixing the white tiger's ribs, like a target on a giant pillar, waiting for fate to come.

Fate did not make the white tiger's ribs wait, he came quickly, the sword that looked extremely slow, in an instant, the tip of the sword that gathered the edge gently slid over the mountain of bones like white jade, and the place where the sword fell was the place where the vitality of Liu Boqin's Yuan Shen was converging, and the vitality of a bone was condensed here, this is Liu Boqin's purpose, what remained after the wind and rain in this rib.

The sword fell, and the hard white jade ribs were broken, and its incision was as smooth as a mirror, as clean and bright as the calm surface of a lake when there was no wind.