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

Rao is Mr. Mo and his fellows already have extraordinary cultivation, and they dare not speak back, they can only bury their heads deeper. This is also impossible.

The white-faced youth is a true saint.

In front of this person, they are no different from ants.

After the white-faced young man finished speaking, he turned his attention away from them, and once again fell on Tang Seng who was thousands of feet away: "Little monk, by now you should know what real power is, right? Hehe, under a saint, everything They are all ants, this is an eternal truth. Don’t think that you can fight against a real saint by killing a few trash and winning some people who don’t have real power.”

"You're still a long way off."

"Okay, enough nonsense, you can go to die." In the deep pupils of the white-faced youth, strands of greed emerged.

And this color fell on Tang Seng's body like a nail, which couldn't be pulled out at all.

I can tell.

This guy really missed Tang Seng.

Tang Seng, who was the person involved, shook his head, took a few deep breaths, and tried to stabilize his somewhat messy breath, before he said, "Don't dare to ask for advice, what is your Excellency?"

Mr. Mo and others all looked at Tang Seng in shock: "You don't even recognize the Supreme Master?"

"Good guy, you are too ignorant."

Tang Seng asked back: "My lord, it is the lord in your eyes, but not mine. Why should I recognize it? I only ask this Taoist when I see how strong he is."

"Because such a person has the strength to make the poor monk remember his name!"

As soon as this statement came out.

Many demon cultivators trembled all over.

The smile on the face of the white-faced young man disappeared instantly, and he said loudly: "Bastard, how dare you ignore the poor!"

Tang Seng's words were like a needle piercing the pale-faced young man's body.

You know, he has been famous for a long time.

On weekdays, even many sages of the Taoist sect would call out to fellow Taoists when they saw him, and would never dare to belittle him like this. But now, what did Tang Seng say? Is this still called human talk?

Even if the white-faced young man is in a lofty state of mind, he can't help feeling a little restless!

Suddenly!

The demon flames all over the white-faced young man vibrated violently, and many ferocious auras burned instantly and fell directly on his sword light. Just a moment ago, Jian Guang, who had declined a little due to the critical attack on Tang Seng, had once again reached the peak state.

The arrogance that infinitely approached the peak of the saint rose up with the trend.

The scene at this moment became deep again.

Immediately after, the white-faced young man roared again: "The poor Taoist is the Mosquito Taoist, the Supreme Master of the Demon Palace!"

"Do you remember the name of the poor Taoist? You can go to hell with the ignorant thing!" Amidst the rumbling sound, the sword light burst out again, aiming at Tang Seng again.

The already restless scene shook again!

But in an instant.

Mosquito Taoist has already burst into stature.

The majestic bursting black wave light, together with the sword light that pushed them, approached Tang Seng with overwhelming force.

As soon as the terrifying and deep breath was born, it has already risen to a level beyond just now.

This Taoist Mosquito is really angry.

He wanted to kill Tang Seng in one go!

Mr. Mo and others took advantage of this gap, and retreated a little further. They are not blind, how can they feel the breath of Mosquito Taoist. Their lord really broke out.

Once it erupts, the aura of arrogance at the scene will only increase.

At that time, the aftermath will be even more brutal. If you get too close, not to mention being injured, even if you lose your life, it is very possible.

And at this time.

They were not idle either, whistling one after another, one after another.

All over the sky, the arrogance was completely taken away by them.

Tang Seng sneered, with disdain on his face, and his deep eyes just fell on Taoist Mosquito: "So you are Taoist Mosquito! There are rumors that you are so cruel and terrifying, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that."

Mosquito Taoist said coldly: "When death is imminent, are you still stubborn?"

"You guys are really arrogant!"

The voice did not fall.

The sword light reflecting the starry sky in all directions has already drowned Tang Seng.

"Pindao wants to see, why are you so stubborn here!"

Taoist Mosquito howled loudly.

There was also a terrifying and ferocious aura, scrambling to emerge from his body. For a moment, the power of the burning sword became even more fierce.

The horror on the faces of the many spectators couldn't help but increase.

"That's right, the monk Tang Xuanzang is stubborn. In fact, his strength is not much!"

"In the face of real strength, being stubborn is useless at all! This time, he is dead!"

"Sure!"

"Who is the Master? That is one of the countless masters in our Demon Palace!"

"Don't look at it, this monk is finished!" One by one the sharp voices did not dare to stop.

Just now!

In the sword light that had just submerged Tang Seng, a red light suddenly appeared. When the red light came together, there was a blood-colored sword light, which turned into a flying dragon. While shaking its head and tail, it insisted not to give Taoist Mosquito a chance to kill Tang Seng with one blow. It was the same as before, with the flashing sword light all over the sky, crazy Bite up.

At this moment, the sky was up and down, and the sound of collisions kept ringing.

Mosquito Taoist just sneered, and mocked: "Boy, your strength is only this little! There is no other trump card, and your so-called strength is just a thin layer of paper to me. It can be destroyed in between.”

The breath on Daoist Mosquito vibrated slightly.

Seeing that his sword light was like a tumbling tide, it instantly surged to half a level, forcing the sword light that just gushed out of Tang Seng's body to be suppressed bit by bit.

"See? This is the difference between you and Pindao! All your actions are just useless struggles with me! Well, Pindao has no time to spend time with you here!"

"It's over!"

The cold light in Taoist Mosquito's eyes trembled violently.

Amidst the wheezing sound, the churning sword light regained its ferocious momentum, suppressing the bloody sword light little by little.

This saint who was born in the magic palace wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to kill Tang Seng directly.

The audience also breathed a sigh of relief: 'Okay, it's over! '

‘Hey, no matter how much you struggle, you are still so fragile in front of your mighty strength! '

‘A mere quasi-sage, do you still want to compete with your superior? Just daydreaming! Tang Xuanzang, you can die. '

In the eyes of these guys, Tang Seng is already a dead person.

However, just when they thought the matter was about to be settled. Tang Seng laughed suddenly: "Daoist Mosquito, who told you that I don't have any other trump cards?"