Journey to the West begins with the full-level monk Tang

Tang Seng's eyelids twitched violently.

If his mind sank any further, his life might be taken away by the guy in front of him. The moment he came back to his senses, a ferocious aura exploded.

Whoosh.

He insisted on not giving the black robe a chance to approach, and he already retreated towards the back.

In an instant, a distance of hundreds of feet passed under his feet.

The black robe's expression moved slightly, but he was not angry, and said calmly: "I didn't expect you to react so fast, you came back to your senses so quickly! But, even if you come back to your senses, how can you do this? You have fallen into the demon realm of this seat!"

"Here, your magic power will be weakened, and your spirit will be the same as falling into a swamp, which cannot be boosted. All in all, if you get here, you can still maintain 30% of your strength, which is already remarkable!"

"And I will be transformed into the supreme ruler of this place. Not only will my strength not weaken, but it will become stronger!"

The black robe suddenly laughed.

In a trance, this guy seemed to have grasped Tang Seng's handle, and he was able to control the Buddhist scripture who was loved by heaven in front of him at will, and he was indescribably proud.

If things are true as he said.

He also has proud capital.

His strength is fierce!

In comparison, if Tang Seng's strength is weakened by one point, it is a point of advantage for him.

At this time, this guy didn't hesitate, and approached Tang Seng again while rising and falling, but before he came over, there was another layer of black aura, which turned into a huge wave and swept Tang Seng.

A terrifying aura permeated the entire demon realm.

"Haha, little monk, don't think about escaping! You've come here, make an appointment! Of course, if you are honest and kneel on the ground obediently, I am in a good mood now, and maybe I will spare your life. From now on, we are I'm on my own!" Before he finished speaking, the black robe raised his palm horizontally.

Faced with such aura, Tang Seng looked solemn, and said coldly: "Sorry, poor monk's knees are very hard, and I never kneel when I shouldn't kneel!" Trying to drive mana.

But don't want to.

The mana in the whole body seems to be very weak, and the circulation is not smooth.

'This guy's demon realm is really weird, it can really limit my mana! '

Tang Seng's heart sank a little.

The mana is not enough, not to mention driving the Qingping sword, even the supernatural powers of the quasi-sage peak level can't evolve.

But right now there is not much time to think.

Driven by the laws of Tang Seng's whole body, he forced himself into a fire dragon, facing the huge black wave in front of him, and blasted fiercely.

Just heard a loud bang!

The fire dragon couldn't bear the black robe's furious attack at all, and it couldn't even meet it, and it had already been blasted into a rolling stream of light, and there was nothing left. An even more brutal force fell on Tang Seng again.

boom!

Tang Seng fell directly to the ground hundreds of feet away.

follow closely.

Qi and blood vibrated, and a mouthful of bright red blood had already spurted out.

this moment.

Tang Seng lost his breath and was already injured.

The black robe laughed wildly: "Little monk, I see, this is the difference between you and me, especially in the magic realm that I personally condensed, you are no different from ants in front of me."

The black robe shook, and he walked towards Tang Seng without losing his figure.

Along the way, the deeper and more tyrannical breath, a heavy blessing on his body. When approaching within ten feet of Tang Seng, the originally fierce aura increased by no less than 10% in response.

The strength of cultivation has reached their level.

It is a huge change to increase a little bit of strength, let alone a layer.

Suddenly!

Tang Seng even had an illusion, feeling that he was no longer the pinnacle of the quasi-sage, but had already passed the limit of that level and jumped to the realm of the saint. Under a saint, everything is an ant.

The lives of the two are no longer at the same level.

Unknowingly, Tang Seng's heart sank little by little.

Regardless of whether the aura brought by the other party is an illusion, or because he is in a demon realm, the demon realm blesses the strength of the black robe, allowing him to evolve the power of a saint here, in Tang Seng's current state.

It is very difficult to resist, or even kill the opponent.

Under this situation, Tang Seng seemed to smell the breath of death, and his mind continued to fall.

Heipao's eyes are so venomous, he can see through all this at a glance, and the smile on this guy's face can't help but increase. There is no doubt that it is no longer a problem for this guy to be confident that he can win Tang Seng.

One thought here.

There was even more of a smile on this guy's face.

Nothing can make him more excited than taking down Tang Seng himself.

'Heaven's favor this time, my physique is very peculiar, if I can take him down, my own cultivation will definitely take another big step forward! It is impossible for a saint, but he can definitely go to the limit of a quasi-sage and become the number one in my Azure Starfield! '

'First! '

Heipao's heart suddenly warmed up.

There is nothing that can make him more excited than the improvement of his strength.

This is the only obsession for monks like them who have been expelled from heaven.

And Tang Seng, who had been completely suppressed by this guy's aura, was suddenly shaken, and his mind, which had just been sinking, was churning a little bit, thinking to himself: 'I'm really confused! '

'How can I admit defeat! '

‘God gave me the opportunity to time travel and become Tang Seng, I shouldn’t admit defeat! '

‘This guy in front of me can’t kill me! '

Thoughts fluctuate, and the cold breath turns into surging vitality, which emerges from the body little by little. Suddenly, the demon realm suppressed his strength, and at this moment, it was much weaker!

suddenly.

Tang Seng's overall strength has recovered to more than 70%.

More than 70% of the strength, not to mention the Tathagata God Palm, even the Qingping Sword of the same level is enough.

more importantly.

He also has a saint experience card.

It doesn't work.

Just use the sage experience card.

No matter how precious such a thing is, it is worthwhile to save one's own life.

At this time!

Tang Seng looked deeply, and said: "You think too much!" With a bang, the tyrannical Qingping sword burned instantly, and because the black robe was very close to Tang Seng, the moment the sword light burst out, it had already killed the black robe.

The black robe thought that Tang Seng was already a plaything in his hands, and he was waiting to be killed by him.

Unexpectedly, Tang Seng was able to gather such a tyrannical force at the critical moment, and he was completely caught off guard.

Seeing this guy with a ferocious face, he said in a vicious voice: "Bastard, you plot against me!"

In his opinion!

Tang Seng obviously hid his back, and waited for him to approach, and then came with a big one, and things happened just as he saw.

The nose of this quasi-sage was crooked.