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Chapter 480 Sha Wujing and Death

"Brother Yulong, save me!" Seeing that Tang Zheng ignored him, the middle-aged prisoner began to call Li Yulong.

"Brother, endure the pain, brother will help you out." A middle-aged prisoner with a broken leg and wounds all over his body has no reason to live. Li Yulong put on a look of thinking about you, with a helpless expression pointed the gun at him.

"No, don't." The middle-aged prisoner was frightened and begged loudly, but in return there was a dull gunshot.

The prisoner's eyebrows were slapped, his skull was thrown off, and he fell to the ground with a plop. The big horse with a pierced shoulder quickly shut up, stood up enduring the pain, and hid in a corner.

"In the future, if your companion is seriously injured, just give him a shot." Li Yulong seemed to be considerate of his companion. Not only did he resolve the embarrassment that he failed to save the dying prisoner, but he also established his position in the prisoner's heart. The image of everyone seeing death and not saving is buried in everyone's heart, it really kills three birds with one stone.

"Haha, stupid." Pang Meiqin laughed after helping Tang Zheng retrieve the demon-slaying holy flame, "Before pretending to be a Taoist emperor next time, first understand the rules of the Trojan horse room. Killing teammates here is the right thing to do." One thousand points will be deducted, if you don’t get it, even if you clear the game and come back alive, you will be obliterated.”

"Why didn't you say it earlier?" Li Yulong was startled, and then glared at Pang Meiqin viciously, but quickly restrained his anger, he didn't want to make enemies, "Why didn't you stop me?"

"Hmph, who told you to act too quickly in order to get rid of the burden, who you are, just think about what you do." Lu Fan waved his hand, trying to drive away a fly, "Don't waste time, hurry up Find Tang Seng."

The prisoners were not good people in the first place, but now that Lu Fanyi said it, he began to doubt Li Yulong's original intention of killing people, and also thought of the cruelty of this prison bully.

Li Yulong almost vomited blood out of anger.

After killing Fudo Mingwang, there were no other guards of Buddha statues in Tianzhu Temple. The trojan horse team went all the way to the Daxiong Palace. Before Tang Zheng could speak, they stopped at the door. They really didn't dare to provoke Sun Houzi, even if it was a pirated version.

Stepping over the one-foot-high threshold, Tang Zheng was the first to enter the main hall, and his vision suddenly dimmed. In front of the Buddha statue, there was an arm-thick incense stuck in the bronze tripod, burning, and wisps of black smoke floated out, filling the main hall. In the sky, there is a faint scent lingering in the nose, and on both sides, there are unburned oil lamps, and a fat mouse is stealing oil to drink as if no one else is around.

In the center of the main hall was a pile of crackling bonfires, on which stood a purple gold bowl, filled with thick soup bubbling and bubbling, making the almost cooked pieces of meat keep churning.

Sitting next to him was a man in a suit and leather shoes, handsome and handsome, with a Rolex on his wrist, holding his mobile phone with one hand with a ten-fingered jade ring, yelling, well, his other hand was not idle either, He was holding a comb, shaving his black hair back and combing it into a big back.

"The production has been reduced again this year? Cuilan, I'm not talking about you. Your housekeeping skills are too bad. When I go back, isn't Gao Laozhuang poorer than a beggar's den?"

The conqueror looked at each other in blank dismay, could it be that this handsome guy who was spitting out to teach his wife a lesson was Zhu Bajie?But the more eye-catching thing is still nearby, a black-haired monkey lying down and dozing off, with a golden cudgel wrapped around a pillar, probably for tickling, like a snake, constantly writhing, occasionally stretching out when bored long, and hit Tang Seng next to him.

"This can't be Tang Seng?" The corners of Pang Meiqin's eyes twitched. A big bald head was tightly wrapped with a rope, hanging upside down in the center of the hall like a rice dumpling, but this guy was still sleeping, drooling, After dripping all over the floor, he was wearing a monk's robe with many holes in it. His whole body was big and round, and his muscles were solid. He looked exactly like a monk!

"What is this? Binding? I've never heard that Tang Seng likes to play performance art?" Chu Baichuan laughed, amused. This is not a four-person group of Buddhist scriptures, but a circus actor is almost the same.

"Eldest brother, I split another wooden Buddha statue, enough to burn it." Sand Monk, wearing a string of skull necklaces, came out with disheveled hair and a fierce expression on his face. When he saw Tang Zheng and his party, he frowned and couldn't speak. Without asking, he spit out a rolling word.

"Where did the monsters come from? Pretending to be Tang Monk four?" Lu Fan couldn't stand it anymore, and wished to suppress these fakes.

"Amitabha, I am the monk from the Tang Dynasty who went to the west to worship the Buddha to obtain the scriptures. Please don't speak indiscriminately, this benefactor." Tang Monk woke up, sucked his saliva, and then proclaimed the Buddha's name, with a serious expression on his face. .

"Didn't you already get the scriptures?" Lu Fan said in a routine, and it was useless to steal words.

"That's fake." Tang Seng looked indifferently, and looked at Zhu Bajie, "The dog meat is cooked, give me a piece, no, I want the biggest piece on the left."

Zhu Bajie gave him a blank look, did not reply, and ate his food to his heart's content.

"Can you give me your fake scriptures?" Tang Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. If they met the four real masters and apprentices, a monkey grandson would be enough for them, but if the monster changed, it would be easier More, at least the psychological pressure is much less.

"How much do you plan to pay?" Bajie mumbled indistinctly with dog meat stuffed in his mouth, the appearance of eating really blinded his clothes.

"I don't want money, I want the king of my daughter country." Tang Seng said, scaring everyone, and the other two were even more ruthless.

"One hundred glazed cups." This is Sha Wujing who is a collector.

"One Chang'e, one job in heaven." Bajie also opened his mouth like a lion.

"Shut up, I can give you the scriptures, but you have to exchange the plantain fan of Princess Iron Fan." Sun Houzi was very powerful, and stopped the three of them with one sentence, "Seeing that you are here, King Fudo, It's still a little bit strong, go quickly, don't let me down."

Tang Zheng didn't move, Princess Iron Fan was not easy to provoke, and he was unwilling to try Sun Houzi's level.

"What? Want to fight? Humph, Third Junior Brother, I'll leave it to you, Bajie, bring Master, let's go first, those guys from Xitian will catch up again." Sun Houzi whistled, and the golden cudgel flew away. Back in the ears, without delay, Zhu Bajie suddenly picked up the purple gold bowl, opened his mouth wide, poured the dog meat into it, then ignored Tang Monk's abuse, cut the rope, held him on his back, and flew out of the hall.

A black monkey hair shot into Tang Zheng's hand.

"Take it, and you can find me, and you can also find Princess Iron Fan!" Sun Houzi left carelessly. Tang Zheng's trojan team did not chase because Sha Wujing held a crescent shovel and blocked the door.

"Brother, is it alright to kill them all?" Drifting stared at his eyeballs as big as copper bells, suddenly bursting with anger, like a demon.

"Whatever." Sun Houzi just said that if they can't even deal with their juniors, they might as well die.

"Lao Sha, hurry up and kill these rubbish and go on the road, what kind of plantain fan, you obviously took a fancy to the golden cudgel stolen by the Bull Demon King." Zhu Bajie let out a scream before he finished speaking, obviously he was beaten.

Hearing his brother's answer, Drifting didn't hesitate, and with a jolt of the crescent shovel, he jumped and smashed at Tang Zheng.

Tang Zheng moved to dodge, took out the demon-slaying holy flame and blasted it out. The deer bullet hit it, taking away flesh the size of a fingernail.

Boom, the crescent shovel blasted a big pit out of the floor, and then it slapped on the gravel flying into the air, knocking them into the air, and shooting them out like hail.

The trojan team panicked for a while.

"Wait!" Tang Zheng stopped the Drifting Monk.

"What to do? It's useless to beg for mercy, because my decorations need to be increased." Drifting touched the skull necklace, looked at everyone, and finally fixed his eyes on Ma Huilan and Qin Yan, "Perfect skull, the best."

"Pervert." Lu Fan frowned, took out the Wisdom Sword, and prepared to fight desperately.

"Two humans came in just now, did you see it?" Tang Zheng searched around, but did not see Huang Jiayuan and Lao Yutou.

"Hiding behind the Buddha statue." Drifting pointed to a Buddha statue of Avalokitesvara with Thousand Hands, and said, "They're just two cowards. Killing them would make my hands dirty."

The drug dealer knew he couldn't hide, so he walked out with a smile on his face, while Lao Yutou bent over and covered his lower abdomen, pretending to have a stomachache.

The newcomers all exited the hall, looking in with only one head exposed. Tang Zheng wanted to teach the two newcomers a lesson, but Drifting refused to give him the chance.

"Okay, let's start the fight." Drifting raised his hand and threw out the crescent shovel, like a black lightning, scattered the formation of the conqueror, and then shot towards the gate of the palace.

The man with the scar, Liu Hong, was lying at the door. When he saw the crescent shovel coming, he felt a chill in his chest when he was about to hide. When he lowered his head, he saw a lot of blood gushing out, a neat incision appeared, his upper body slid down, and fell to the ground. fell to the ground.

The prisoner who killed the boss's family of three was dismembered and killed in the blink of an eye.

The newcomers' faces were pale, and they ran to the square in unison, keeping away from the main hall.

"Hmph, you're all going to die!" Drifting threw himself into the forest like a big bird, leaving the conqueror standing in the hall behind, turned around and jumped, chasing after the newcomers.

"Chasing!" Tang Zheng jumped out first, followed by the others.

The armed policeman was young and vigorous, never thought of running away, put the butt of his gun to his shoulder, and fired a strafing shot at the rushing Drifting Monk, but it was a pity that the bullets hit the flesh and all were blown away.

Drifting swung away with one arm, and a gust of wind rolled over him, blowing him out, and then caught up with the last injured big horse, swung his arm vigorously, and chopped it on the neck.

The neck of the big yangma was torn, and the whole head flew out, rolling to the ground, the horrified expression on his face hadn't receded.

When Tang Zheng ran past, the body of the Dayan horse had just fallen, and the blood that flowed out was sprayed everywhere.

"Come back, whoever runs will kill him!" Tang Zheng's words were correct, the newcomers fled in all directions, turned around and ran back, but the armed policeman in his 30s was more unlucky and was chased by Drifting Monk.

Drifting took off the necklace of skeletons and threw it towards it. Twenty skeletons scattered in an instant and hit the armed policeman like a shotgun, tearing him to pieces and splashing pieces of meat and blood everywhere.

(End of this chapter)