Chapter Seventy-Three: The Smoke of Wolves Spreads

In order to find a bottom worm suitable for Feng Luan Gu, Li Muyang took Sanzang to the Extreme North Wasteland, and he guarded the snow mountain for five years just to get the Ice Silkworm Gu Worm. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Huangtian lived up to his wishes, and finally let him wait, the ice silkworm Gu worm was not the size of a little finger, and the whole body was transparent.

He wouldn't tell Sanzang that he was just holding it to try it at first, and carefully stuffed the Gu worm into the porcelain gourd containing the grasshopper.

The squeaky chirping sound penetrated out, and there were several less poisonous spiders and a juvenile scorpion in the porcelain gourd, shaking twice, and the little ones tore and bited.

Li Muyang patted the snow stuck to his body and turned back to find Sanzang, he thought that he could already leave.

In the past five years, Sanzang's hair has reached his hips, there is no meat, and the soup is low and watery, and his life is called a clear bitterness.

Sanzang's appearance has changed greatly, his belly is gone, and the horizontal flesh on his face has disappeared without a trace, but his eyebrows have turned white for some reason.

Sanzang took the ice to lament and lamented the sad gods, this road to Buddhahood is too difficult, and I don't know when this little devil will be in trouble, let alone when he will be able to get out of the sea of suffering.

The little devil's surprised voice came from outside, "Sanzang, come out quickly, I found it, I found the Ice Silkworm Gu Worm!"

Seamlessly switching surprises, Sanzang went out overjoyed, "Found it, can we leave here?"

"Of course, I've already found what I want to use, what are you going to do with it? If you can't afford to stay here, I'll go back by myself."

Li Muyang's face was pale, he hadn't eaten for five years, but his face became more and more pale, and there was no other discomfort in his body, he had adapted to it, and he was even more happy without drinking or eating.

His face was pale, he could be a dead man when he fell to the ground, Li Muyang found that he could be ruddy when he drank a bowl of snake blood, so he didn't care, what a good disguise to do?

Sanzang looked at the reddened porcelain gourd in Li Muyang's hand, and there was a squeaky sound in it from time to time, "This is Feng Luan Gu?"

"It's not yet" Li Muyang held the porcelain gourd in his hand, "When it's dark, we'll fly back with light power"

Sanzang felt like he was about to become an ascetic: "I still have to starve?"

"No, I came back catching a frozen snake and a vulture"

"Hmm, can you open meat? Great, where?"

Sanzang looked up and down, looked left and right, and didn't see where it was: "Mu Qing, you're not fooling me, are you?"

"It's not"

"What about that thing?"

Li Muyang's hippie smile "Sorry, I used the wrong word, I didn't catch it, I picked it up, I picked it up when I came back." ā€

"It's okay to pick it up, it doesn't matter, I just want to ask where the thing is?"

"Oh, I hate them and throw them away."

As soon as Li Muyang's words came out, Sanzang's face was like a chameleon, blue and red.

In the past five years of getting along, he has fully understood one thing, that is, he believes that Li Muyang's words will die miserably, and if he is serious, he will lose.

As night fell, this far northern wasteland was covered in silver, and the bright moonlight spread all over the land, not eroded by the darkness in the slightest.

The night was dark and the wind was high, Li Muyang and Sanzang took advantage of the night to disguise themselves and escape lightly, stepping on the snow without a trace.

Countless torches, drums shook the sky, shouts of killing, wolf smoke rose everywhere, Li Muyang stopped and pointed to the place where the fire was full of heaven and asked, "Where is that?"

"I don't know, let's go see?"

"Go, let's go"

"Isn't it? I'm just saying, Mu Qing, are you really playing?"

"Naturally," Li Muyang muttered, "Li Junxian's luck is really good"

"What did you say?" Sanzang saw Li Muyang's mouth move, but he didn't hear what he said.

"I said that where there are people, there is food, dry food, aren't you hungry? Let's go and see."

Sanzang didn't wait for Li Muyang to say anything more and had already run over there, could he say that he was dying of hunger?

Li Muyang himself went out to eat Xiaozao every day, and he drank the northwest wind, if it wasn't for the transformation into a Buddha, he would have slapped his ass and left.

The two armies are fighting, there are countless corpses, the blood-stained river reflects the red mountains, Sanzang turned his head and left when he saw this posture, how could he cross people if he didn't cross?

Li Muyang had already quietly arrived on the ground, he put down the ice silkworm Gu insect cub, and joined the battlefield with a dead branch in his hand.

The soldier who kills the red-eyed does not ask who the opponent is, and the way to eliminate dissent is to look at the clothes and turbans.

The white clothes on Li Muyang's body quickly turned red, and everywhere he went, he turned into corpses, and the ice silkworm Gu worm followed behind.

Sanzang ran far away to see that Li Muyang didn't follow, so he knew that something bad was wrong, and he hurriedly ran back.

This party was furious, "Amitabha, Mu Qing, what are you doing?"

Li Muyang's withered branch in his hand kept waving, "Stop?"

Hmm? This stopped Sanzang, he forgot what he wanted to say, why? All things have spirits, how can they kill wantonly?

In such a panic, the soldiers of the two armies found that something was wrong and abandoned their armor and fled, and the generals of the Chinese army commanded at the rear of the camp of the soldiers, and they were not stubborn and did not know how to be flexible, Li Muyang chased after him.

Sanzang couldn't help but say, rushed forward and interrupted the dry branch in Li Muyang's hand with a palm, "Amitabha, good, good, what is Mu Qing's smear and murder this time?"

"Don't talk, hurry up and help" Li Muyang pushed Sanzang away, hurriedly chased after him, and shouted in his mouth, "Don't go, leave your life behind"

Sanzang dodged and chased after him, not to help Li Muyang, but to find a way to stop it, the Buddha blessed, let him watch these people die in Huangquan, he really couldn't bear it.

Li Muyang stopped, a little annoyed, "Sanzang, what is your intention of blocking me three times and five times?"

"Mu Qing still has wives and children at home, if it is their fate to fold in this battle, it should be like this, but if you want to lose your life, I will not allow it"

"You said that their fate should be like this, why not die early and give them a ride?"

"It's really a devil, it's unreasonable, even then you don't need to say much, let's compare, if I win, you promise me never to kill again"

"Heh, you're going to lose?"

"If the poor monk loses, he will never ask you anything"

"I said Sanzang, are you kidding me?"

Sanzang frowned, "What do you want?"

"No, my Gu is still a blood servant, I think you are very good, why don't you let me erase your memory and become a blood servant?"

Sanzang set up a good position "willing to gamble and lose, please"

Li Muyang didn't rush to make a move, but asked, "Do you really want to stop me?"

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't want to lose his life, Mu Qing Xiaoyou, if you are willing to stop here, we can still make tea and talk about it."

"Oh, stinky monk, it's better to make tea and talk about the Tao, don't you want to become a Buddha? I'll cross you to become a Buddha."

Li Muyang discarded the small dead branch in his hand, gathered his energy in his palm, and the Taiji Blood Dragon roared, "It's too late for the monk to regret it now"

"Amitabha, although the poor monk has no regrets" Sanzang stubbornly ignored, he was confident that the hundreds of years of Buddhist golden bell jar would not be invincible to Huangkou Xiaoer, always have to give it a try.

"Okay, you look for your own death, I won't stop you" Li Muyang roared with a blood dragon in his arms and rushed towards Sanzang.

"Admiralty Protector" Sanzang did not move in the wind, and the blood dragon passed through, "poof"

Sanzang collapsed on top of the dead body, dying, and the last thought in his mind was, "Grass, is it really fucking killing?"

Li Muyang condescended: "Isn't it to become a Buddha? People will naturally become Buddhas when they die, you can go with confidence."