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

Tang Seng said calmly: "Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu is behind you, I can't save you! If the poor monk wants you to die, you must die!"

Before the words fell, there was a deep and tyrannical aura blasting out from Tang Seng's body.

The sudden violent impact was extremely violent.

The old man's eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and he said in shock, "Are you crazy, you monk! Stop it!"

"I am a member of the Galaxy Palace in the central star field. If you kill me, you are making an enemy of my Galaxy Palace! From now on, you will face the pursuit from the Galaxy Palace! Before long, you will die too!"

The sharp voice of the old man came out from the heavy pressure. Hearing these words, Liu Baiyangmo and Man Shenjun's expressions changed instantly, and the existences hiding in the dark were not shocked.

Of course, no matter how drastic the changes in the expressions of these people were, Tang Seng, the person involved, just raised his eyebrows, as if he heard a common voice, with an expression of indifference: "So what about Xinghe Palace? From the beginning of the day, I have never been afraid of anyone! If you really want to embarrass me with what you said about Xinghe Palace, then fine, just come!"

"Madman!" The old man screamed.

However, just after these two words passed, everything stopped suddenly.

This existence with an extremely extraordinary cultivation base, his physical body and soul, were all destroyed under Tang Seng's brutal impact.

He is dead.

Tang Seng chuckled, ignored the others, and directly set his eyes on the blood sword surrounded by the giant ancient snake and tiger. The light in his eyes suddenly burst out, and he said in a deep voice, "It's your turn!"

The next moment, I saw a tyrannical wave of light all over the sky, burning instantly. Tang Seng rolled up a strong breath and rushed directly to the blood sword.

After all, the blood sword is an innate treasure that has reached an unusual level, with extraordinary intelligence, and it also knows that this bald monk is its real threat. Sensing the terrifying aura emerging from Tang Seng's body, this guy's sword body vibrated violently, wisps of fiery blood-colored waves rippling out, and he wanted to go upstream and strangle Tang Seng.

As long as Tang Seng dies, the three saint-level existences besieging it will disappear automatically.

At that time, its blood sword can leave here to find the next host.

It's just that it took it for granted, and at the moment it acted, terrifying auras swept up from all directions, or the giant's fist power, or the long devilish aura of the devil snake, or the tyrannical breath of the devil tiger, the three combined into one, It just killed this guy's bloody flame in an instant.

The preparation of the blood sword was directly scrapped. The guy let out a desperate hiss, and amidst the buzzing sword light, he could only watch as Tang Seng's palm fell suddenly and grabbed the hilt of the sword.

At this moment, there was another terrifying pressure, sweeping down, directly freezing the blood sword in midair.

Lingzhi, who was hidden in the blood sword, was not willing to admit defeat, and roared continuously. Since the external force cannot hurt Tang Seng, then the internal spiritual wisdom may not be helpless.

In an instant, the blood sword changed its strategy, and when another burst of blood light exploded, a miniature version of the sword light burst out with a swipe, and went straight to the center of Tang Seng's eyebrows, and unstoppably followed the center of the eyebrows, Straight into Tang Seng's sea of ​​consciousness.

This guy suddenly wanted to blast into the sea of ​​consciousness and kill Tang Seng's primordial spirit.

Once the soul is gone, his chance will come again.

Liu Bai and the others all turned pale with shock, and lost their voices: "Holy Monk, be careful!"

"This sword has strange means, much more difficult than that old thing!"

"This time I was caught off guard, the lord is afraid it will be more dangerous than good!"

Man Shenjun was terrified.

If the blood sword really killed Tang Seng's primordial spirit, he would not be able to survive.

All the existences hiding in the dark breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Tang Seng's methods really scared them. This monk from Leiyin Temple is too strong. With their current strength, it is very difficult to win Tang Seng.

Once Tang Seng set his sights on them, they couldn't stop them at all. But if the blood sword really killed Tang Seng, it would be different.

More importantly, the hearts of these people are already uncontrollable and greedy. Anyone who is a person can see the ferocity of the bleeding sword.

This is an innate treasure that directly manifests the mid-term power of a saint. Once it falls under their control, it is conceivable that their strength will improve.

In the past, they didn't dare to have such an idea, but now that Tang Seng and Xuejian are fighting against each other, even if Bloodjian succeeds in the end, their breath will inevitably be damaged. Then their chance will come.

‘A congenital treasure! '

‘I never thought that one day, I would also see such a treasure! '

'If I hold it in my hands, my strength will definitely increase greatly. Not to mention the Azure Starfield, even other starfields, I am afraid there are not many people who can do anything to me! '

'It's not too bad that Tang Xuanzang appeared in the Azure Starfield, at least this guy gave me a chance to win the innate treasure! '

In the depths of the starry sky at this moment, more ferocious restless breaths churned out. Liu Baiyang, Moman Shenjun's expression became more dignified, and the three of them looked at each other, and they all felt a strong look of fear in each other's eyes.

They're not worthless trash. They could feel that these guys hiding in the dark were not a little stronger than those who had taken refuge in them before.

Among them, breath is not below them, there are several. Moreover, the familiar breath is also better.

Invisibly, Liu Baiyang, Moman Shenjun's aura also became a little dignified.

One by one, they landed on Tang Seng's stiff body, as if he had lost his sanity, and his worried expression became deeper.

Does not explain the fluctuations in the dark.

That is to say, at the moment when the blood sword's sword spirit rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, Tang Seng also put his own will on the primordial spirit hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness, looked down at the blood sword that broke into the sea of ​​consciousness, and said with a smile : "Originally, the poor monk would have to spend some hands and feet to subdue you! If you strike hard, your sword body may be damaged if you don't pay attention, which will lead to a decline in the quality of the blood sword. If you strike lightly, it will cost a lot of money." Less energy."

"The poor monk is worrying. Who knew that you would come to the door by yourself, so you can't blame me!"

Before the words fell, the Primordial Spirit, like a mountain standing in the sea of ​​consciousness, suddenly raised his palm and rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness, and was obviously frightened by the fierce primordial spirit hidden in the sea of ​​consciousness. go.

The violent impact, rampage, and the shattering momentum of the mountains and rivers, rushed to the blood sword in an instant!

Xue Jian finally came to his senses, and let out a frightened Qingyue explosion sound again, no matter what else, he turned and left.