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

"Come here, don't leave!"

Tang Seng's vast primordial spirit smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand suddenly, the domineering and insolent power directly landed on the blood sword sword spirit who was about to jump out of the sea of ​​consciousness.

The blood sword sword spirit whimpered, desperately trying to stop Tang Seng, but just entered the sea of ​​consciousness, no matter how powerful its own power is, it is nothing.

After an instant, this guy was already pinched by Tang Seng.

At this moment, the blood sword sword spirit suddenly had a fluctuating thought, and its consciousness clearly blasted into Tang Seng's consciousness through the palm of Tang Seng's grasp on it: "Little monk, I am the innate person who evolved from the first blood pool in the world. Treasure, even the three sages of the Taoist sect, if they see me, they should call me Fellow Daoist! You are a mere junior, who gave you the courage to treat me like this? Sensible, let me go quickly! I am now It’s not bad, so I don’t need to haggle with you! I can even pass on the supreme swordsmanship that I control to you!”

"Having obtained my swordsmanship, in the vast primordial chaos, above the swordsmanship, there will never be more than five people who can overwhelm you!"

"Little monk, the opportunity to become a saint in one step is right in front of you, you must grasp it carefully, and don't make mistakes!"

The Blood Sword Sword Spirit Xu knew that its struggle was useless, so he gave up resistance directly, and one end of the hilt turned into a blood-colored eye, staring at Tang Seng firmly. It waited for Tang Seng to let it go.

Because it thought to itself that the conditions for its release were very good, and any monk in the quasi-sage realm would agree without hesitation.

After all, it is also an innate treasure, and it also carries an extraordinary inheritance of swordsmanship. Under such circumstances, Tang Seng, a younger generation, has no reason to refuse it?

You must know that in today's world, the true inheritance of saints is rare and rare.

Regardless of the extraterrestrial starry sky, almost every quasi-sage who has reached the peak has a saint-level attack, but in fact, such saint-level attacks, nine out of ten are the original saint-level existence, the legacy of immortality physical body.

The inheritance they carry is not complete at all. In addition, the vast majority of saints of this type are saints who have achieved innate avenues. The inheritance that can really be absorbed is also greatly reduced.

The blood sword sword spirit thought it was different from those dead things.

Tang Seng must also be unable to withstand the temptation and agree to its conditions.

At that time, its life can be saved.

And it only needs to pass on the Dao of Sword casually to complete its conditions.

Moreover, with the help of such inheritance, he can reach the point of controlling Tang Seng.

‘Hey, little monk, as long as you practice my swordsmanship, you will become my slave in a short time and obey my commands! '

'If the little monk with such great potential can be completely controlled by me, maybe I can also use his body to truly transform the flesh and blood body, and then truly become a saint! '

‘Saint! '

There was more excitement in the deep pupils of the Blood Sword Sword Spirit.

To be honest, it resents the way it is.

Dreaming of transforming flesh and blood.

Only in this way can it get rid of its innate treasure form, truly take that step, and become a rare existence in the world.

It's just that this guy obviously took it for granted.

Tang Seng said indifferently: "What's the use of learning the way of swordsmanship that can't be the only one in the world?"

Blood Sword Sword Spirit was stunned for a moment, and then furious: "Mine can be included in the top five kendo inheritance, isn't it very bad?"

Tang Seng's simple sentence broke its power and made this guy look very irritable. It felt Tang Seng's contempt.

You must know that the swordsmanship in this world can surpass it by less than one hand.

But now, Tang Seng actually dislikes that the sword is not strong enough.

The blood sword sword spirit only felt that his mind had been hit by tens of thousands of critical hits.

The originally straight body of the sword spirit couldn't help but become agitated again. It wants to have a good discussion with the guy in front of him about the way of swordsmanship.

Tang Seng said again: "Is it still very strong? If you can't be the only one in the world, it means that under the current situation, your kendo will expose your flaws when facing at least four or five kinds of powerful kendos! Flaws like this Things, no matter how small they are, as long as they exist, they will become an opportunity for others to take advantage of!"

"Furthermore, during critical battles, if someone catches the opportunity, one blow will kill you!"

"The poor monk has always cherished his life very much. He is not interested in this kind of kendo with flaws!"

"As for you, for me, the inheritance of swordsmanship is much stronger!"

"The sword weapon of the innate treasure level is extraordinary. If I can fully control it, it will greatly improve my own strength."

"So, since I have already controlled the situation, what reason do I have to let you go? Let a scourge like you hide in the dark and plot against me!"

Before the words fell, the strength on Tang Seng's palm suddenly increased.

Blood Sword Sword Spirit's exposed eyeball was full of panic: "Bastard, you can't do that!"

"Anyway, I'm also the blood sword sword spirit. My existence is extraordinary for the blood sword. You can't kill me!"

"If you kill me, it will definitely affect the quality of the blood sword!"

Tang Seng smiled slightly: "You can rest assured on this point, the poor monk is very light, and will definitely minimize the loss!"

Suddenly, the power in Tang Seng's palm exploded again.

Under the impact of huffing and huffing, the Blood Sword Sword Spirit let out an incomparably shrill scream.

"No, no!"

"As long as you spare my life, I will be your slave from today on!"

"Please, don't kill me!"

"You still want to be a poor monk's slave? You deserve it, everything is over!"

A cold light flickered in Tang Seng's pupils, and the more tyrannical power of the primordial spirit swooped down.

In an instant, the consciousness of the blood sword sword spirit collapsed directly under such a fierce impact, and it could not last for a breath or two before it was completely annihilated.

Immediately afterwards, the Blood Sword Sword Spirit, which had been writhing endlessly, seemed to be dead, nailed in mid-air, motionless.

With the death of consciousness, the sword spirit is like being sucked out of its soul, and there is no possibility of action anymore.

However, this is exactly what Tang Seng wanted.

A sword spirit who has no thoughts, staying by his side can only be a disaster.

A sword spirit without consciousness is the best. Even if the quality of the blood sword will drop a bit due to the death of consciousness, it is much better than the former.

More importantly, the disappearance of consciousness does not mean that the consciousness of the heart cannot be cultivated.

Tang Seng only needs to cultivate a new consciousness for this guy, which belongs only to him, and the brilliance of the blood sword will be revived.

But now, Tang Seng cleaned up all the messy thoughts, and took a deep breath: "The sword spirit consciousness has been wiped out by me, so now I should strike while the iron is hot, sacrifice this guy with all my might, and turn him into me. His natal innate treasure!"