"The Tenth Golden Cicada Formation, what kind of strange formation is this, unheard of!" Sun Wumao hid at the bottom of the slope, vigilantly looking at the pair of feet that fell from the sky, very dazed, and there were some surprises in the daze, the surprise was that the big white turtle was actually the legendary Xuanwu Turtle Martial Arts, and he had admired his name for a long time, but he hid around him if he didn't think about it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Xuanwu is one of the four ancient mythical beasts that are most terrifying to demons, and is as famous as the Green Dragon, the White Tiger, and the Vermilion Bird. It is the incarnation of the snake and the turtle Wu, entangled together and called the Xuanwu, the snake has a dragon head and phoenix winged python body, and the turtle has a dragon head and a unicorn tail. As for why the Xuanwu seen at this time only saw the phoenix wings and the unicorn tail, but did not see the dragon's head, it is not known for the time being.

"Tenth Golden Cicada!" Tang Sanzang frowned, patted his smooth head, and also looked dazed, and inexplicably gave birth to a trace of ominous premonition in his heart.

Sun Wumao stared at the top of Tang Sanzang's glowing head, and stretched out his finger to point at the nine bald monks sitting around the altar: "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine...... Ten?!" The direction of his finger finally fell on Tang Sanzang's head in front of him, and he spit out the last word "ten" in disbelief.

Tang Sanzang saw Sun Wumao pointing at him with his finger, and blocked his arm aside with a look of disgust, and said, "What does Sun Protector do when he refers to the poor monk?"

"Ten?!" Sun Wumao pointed again.

The atmosphere was solemn for a moment, Tang Sanzang suddenly seemed to have an understanding, and immediately took two steps back, looked at the nine-ring tin staff on the ground as a pestle, and exclaimed: "Oh, the poor monk has a mother-in-law! This is a situation of a divine horse? The tenth golden cicada, isn't it the golden cicada of the tenth generation?"

Sun Wumao's expression was solemn, he nodded, and said, "Elder Tang, in fact, I haven't had time to explain to you yet, according to what I inquired by the altar just now, guess who the nine monks sitting below look like?"

Tang Sanzang waved his hand, his expression became solemn, and he said to himself: "Those who died in the world outside the Huanying Jian are all alive in the world in the Huanying Jian, and those who are alive in the world outside the Huanying Jian are all dead in the world in the Huanying Jian...... Since the poor monk has died in the outside world, should the shadow of the former ninth life also deserve to be immortalized in the Huanying Guide?"

"I'm afraid...... And the tenth!" Sun Wumao added.

Tang Sanzang turned his head sideways, looked at the nine bald monks at the bottom of the slope who were knocking on the wooden fish with their eyes closed, and said hysterically: "No! No, no, no, no! Poor monks must not be in the company of those foolish trees! Poor monks want to go out! Poor monks want to go east!!"

At this point, only a noisy chanting sound of "Ahmamioh" could be heard from the bottom of the slope, and everyone followed the voice, which came from the mouths of the nine golden cicadas sitting around the altar.

I saw a golden light passing over the heads of the nine golden cicadas, and then they all circled around the central cross, and gradually rose off the ground. After turning three or five times, they formed a row, five on the left and four on the right, each suspended on the two iron-green soles of Ma Zhan Bu Slag, still closing their eyes and knocking on the wooden fish and chanting the scriptures.

"Sit!" Ma Zhan Bu slag shouted, only to see the nine golden cicadas slowly descend from mid-air together, each sitting cross-legged on the nine iron green toes.

"Shhh...... Huh?" Ma Zhanbu moved the thumb of the little foot on the far right, and was puzzled, "Why is there one missing?"

"Tenth Golden Cicada, where are you?" Ma Zhanbu's inquiring voice came from the dark sky, mixed with a little anxiety. Tang Sanzang was pouting his butt and plugging his ears, burying his head behind Sun Wumao, and said hysterically: "Sun Sun Protector, you must protect the poor monk for your master!

"Tenth Golden Cicada, where are you?" the inquiring voice came again, mixed with a little anxiety.

"The Tenth Golden Cicada, are you fucking fooling me?" This time the voice became irritable, two fingers stretched out from the dark sky, dusted the Monkey Cat aside, pinched Tang Sanzang's head, lifted it up like pinching a mole cricket, carried it to the thumb of the little foot and forcibly sat down.

Tang Sanzang was so frightened that his head was covered with cold sweat, and he wanted to cry without tears, as if he was sitting on pins and needles, and the nine-ring tin staff had already fallen to the ground. This time, Tang Sanzang somehow became so timid, and when he was on the slope, he still looked fearless and scolded Ma Zhan Bu Slag, since he learned that there was no Buddha in the world here, he became like this. He turned his head to look at the former ninth self sitting side by side with him, and they were tapping and knocking on the wooden fish, chanting the sutra with their mouths "Ahmamioh", brushing in a row.

"Tenth Golden Cicada, why didn't you knock on the gandham, where did your gandher go?" asked Ma Zhanbu.

Tang Sanzang replied nervously, "Ah? God God God ...... Poor and poor...... The poor monk has not yet received a gavel!"

"! Ten golden cicadas, one in a lifetime, how can there be no you?"

Just as Tang San was speechless, he suddenly saw the twenty or thirty white-clothed men who were going to 'cross Lingyun' that he had bumped into on the slope before, walking from the top of the slope, carrying a black fish head on their shoulders, and running straight to the soles of their feet.

They ran to their feet and put the fish head in front of Tang Sanzang, Ma Zhan Bu Slag moved its huge paw forward, and said, "Ten Golden Cicada, in the future, this fish head in front of you is your gauntlet, you knock it out!"

Tang Sanzang swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and didn't dare to refuse, so he had to respond: "Okay! Okay, good!" The glander they spoke of was another name for the wooden fish, not to mention, the head of the fish was quite similar to the wooden fish in shape.

Sun Wumao was dusted off by Ma Zhanbu's fingers just now, turned over, he rolled twice, got up and pounced on the dust on his body, and shouted to Tang Sanzang: "Hey, hey, hey, I said Elder Tang! That foot, but the foot of the demon tyrant, don't mess up your position, help it put that tenth golden cicada array to help the abuse!"

Although Tang Sanzang heard Sun Wumao's words, he didn't dare to respond, but his heart was like a mirror, and he naturally knew how to deal with it.

The body of Xuanwu, the turtle python entangled, hung high in the dark sky of the surging galaxy. In front of it, there was a pair of iron-green soles of Ma Zhan Bu Slag, the soles of the feet were so big, and Tang Sanzang was still very rich when sitting on a little toe. Xuanwu, on the other hand, is only the size of four people side by side, which is much smaller in comparison.

Ma Zhanbu took a deep breath, straddled the soles of his feet left and right, and shouted: "Open!"

I saw the nine golden cicadas sitting on their toes open their eyes together, staring at each other with disgust, and raised their heads to look angrily at the Xuanwu hanging in the dark air. Tang Sanzang was afraid of Ma Zhanbu's obscenity, for fear of being crushed to death by its fingers, so he didn't dare not move, so he had to follow the example of the golden cicada beside him.