It turned out that the fists and giant palms that broke through the sky were all from the hands of the demon tyrant Ma Zhan Bu Slag, and the voice from the dark sky was also from Ma Zhan Bu Da's voice. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info did not see its body, saw its hand first, did not see its respect, first heard its voice, there is no doubt that this must be a terrible enemy.

Tang Sanzang cherished the Buddha in his heart, and he was not afraid of it with the support of the Buddha, and he saw that Ma Zhanbu was arrogant and rude, blaspheming the Buddha, so he said angrily: "Ah, you are a tyrant of demons, how can you be so disobedient, and you actually spit out wild words that you don't know my Buddha Shakyamuni?!"

"Oh ha!" Ma Zhan Bu Za's deep and ethereal voice came from the dark sky, mixed with a hint of sarcasm, and said: "Shakyamuni? This name is a little familiar, isn't it the good and wise boy who once bought a five-stemmed lotus flower and dedicated it to the Buddha who burned the lamp?

Tang Sanzang said: "Why wait for the opportunity, you can see it immediately, I am waiting for this trip to meet the Buddha and ask him to come and descend on you!"

"Oh ha! Where do you want to go on this trip? Where are you going to meet your Buddha?" Ma Zhanbu sneered, "I'm the Buddha here! Where else is there any Buddha besides me?"

When Tang Sanzang heard this, he remembered what Sun Wumao had told him, but he still had luck and reprimanded: "Phew! What nonsense! My Buddha Shakyamuni has been freed from reincarnation and is immortal in the world, and you can be seen everywhere at any time, you are a bold devil, you dare to claim that the Buddha blasphemed my Buddha, you are a bullshit Buddha!"

"Oh hahaha!" Ma Zhan Bu slag laughed heartily and said in a deep voice: "Those who died in the world outside the Huanying Jian are all alive in the world of the Huanying Jian, and those who are alive in the world outside the Huanying Jian are all dead in the world of the Huanying Jian! It is precisely because of your Shakyamuni Buddha who is immortalized in the outside world that he will never be able to enter this world! Everything that is immortal in that eternal life is never transcendent here!"

Ma Zhan Bu Slag's personal words were exactly the same as Sun Wu Mao's speculation, this time, the last bit of luck left in Tang Sanzang's heart was completely shattered, but he didn't expect that the Buddha he was all about in Huanyingjian was really the demon tyrant Ma Zhan Bu Slag, which made him regret and blame himself. He put down the nine-ring tin staff, slumped to the ground, and said in despair: "Okay, you Ma Zhan scum, dare to pretend to be my Buddha here, the poor monk is full of piety, dedicated to you, I don't want to, the poor monk's heart is fed to the dog by his mother!"

Ma Zhan Bu slag slapped the giant palm that broke through the sky to the ground, the ground shook, and it said angrily: "Okay, you ignorant little bald donkey, what kind of green onion are you, even Shakyamuni's little hairy boy is not qualified to talk to me like this! True is true, false is false, right is right, wrong is wrong, no one in this world dares to say that I am not the king of all beings, no one in this world dares to say that I am not the Buddha of all beings, all living beings admit it, then I am true, you can ask, which way of sentient beings do not say that I am a Buddha? Which way of sentient beings do not know that I am a king? You little bald donkey, dare to question me, I think you're tired of living!"

Ma Zhanbu's voice came from the dark sky, and as he clenched his palm, which had broken through the sky, into a fist, exposing its muscles.

Suddenly, the wind was blowing, the sand and stones were rising, and the iron fist was like a giant hammer falling from the sky, scraping the ground, and swinging towards the top of the slope where Tang Sanzang and the others were, the tree blocked the tree, and the stone blocked the broken stone.

Sun Wucat's body only looked at the fist and smiled, and kept chanting: "Hey...... Hey...... The Buddha came ......", Sun Wumao, Sha Wuyu, and Tang Sanzang were all panicked, and the pig dog was still stopped at the halfway waist of the slope, and the big white turtle saw that the situation was critical, and drank again and again:

"The wind comes, the wind comes, the wind comes......"

It was hoarse, but the whirlwind was blocked by the flying stones blowing up from its fist, and it looked at the golden whirlwind that it couldn't help, and its eyes were full of despair.

Suddenly, a huge wave came from behind itself, fell from the sky, and slapped on everyone's shoulders, fortunately, there were shadows, and the body was not wet, only the body of Sun Wu Cat was as embarrassed as a chicken in soup.

Everyone looked back, they were all shocked, only to see a white python standing in the river, far away from the tail, high without the head, a pair of phoenix wings behind the back of the light flickering.

There is a giant fist in front and a flying python in the back, isn't the little life about to be buried here? Everyone is desperate, but the big white turtle is overjoyed, like a rescuer, and laughs:

"Xuan Snake, you are finally here, it seems that after all these years, you still can't let go of me!"

The white python didn't respond, just spit out the letter and hissed twice, flapped its wings twice, and slammed into the giant fist that swung in the earth.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa......" There was a deep and ethereal scream in the dark sky, and I saw that the oncoming fist suddenly stopped halfway, suddenly stretched, and the five fingers trembled and shook the wrist, looking in pain. The white python that was biting tightly was also carried by it to dance wildly in the air.

At this critical juncture, the white python did not forget to tease, it said: "Hehe Guiwu, the 'Jinsha Vortex' I gave you, are you still used to using it?"

The big white turtle nodded and smiled: "Hehe, habit, habit, every time I see it, it's like seeing you!"

Ma Zhanbu slag shook the white python violently, miserable, seeing that they still had the leisure to talk about something there, he said angrily: "Wow, yes, yes! Xuan Snake Turtle Wu, you two have finally appeared! Do you think I have nothing to do if I bite my hand? I still have one, oh hahaha!"

Before the sound of Ma Zhanbu slag dissipated, he saw a giant palm slapped down from the dark sky, grabbed the white python, circled the palm three times, and pulled it hard, the white python couldn't bite it, and was dragged away.

The palm of the hand was immediately raised high, dragging the white python in the air and circling a few times, slamming it, and there was a crisp sound of "popping", and the white python was like a whip, and was thrown out of a crisp whip.

"Damn, bite me!" The complacent Ma Zhanbu slag threw the white python to the ground and said: "The outside world is so peaceful, you are restless, but you want to run into the Huanying Jian to find it uncomfortable, why bother?

Seeing that the white python had eaten the loss of Ma Zhanbu's slag, the big white turtle hurriedly rushed to Sun Wumao and the others who were surrounding him and ordered: "Realm Protector! Sun Protector!

Everyone saw that the big white turtle had a serious face, and said in a tone that they had never had before, and they didn't know what it was doing, but they felt that the situation was not good, so they took a few steps back together. The big white turtle said: "Retreat and retreat! Hide under the slope!"

Everyone had no choice but to turn down the slope, and before they could gain a firm foothold, a big white turtle shouted angrily from the slope:

"The snake is in the sky, the turtle is in the abyss, the demon exorcism, the real martial arts entanglement!"

Its shouting shook the earth and resounded through the sky, and no one had ever heard it.