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

As soon as this remark came out, the audience was shocked, and looked at Tang Seng who was completely suppressed by the black sword light with unbelievable eyes.

"Tang Xuanzang, is your head broken?"

"You are going to die, what are you talking about?"

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"Bastard!" The gazes that fell on Tang Seng were full of indescribable tyranny. They couldn't bear Tang Seng's imminent death and acted like nothing happened.

Obviously Tang Seng was going to die.

Why is this guy still like this?

Is this mocking their master Mosquito Taoist for his mere strength?

Still despising their magic palace!

If it wasn't for their lack of strength, they would have rushed forward recklessly and tore Tang Seng to pieces.

certainly.

As the Taoist Mosquito of the Demon Palace, his vision is extraordinary after all.

This prehistoric era was already a famous existence, his expression changed slightly, and he thought to himself: 'Tang Xuanzang, this monk, is not the kind of person who rebels against ignorance! Especially under such circumstances! Since he dared to say such a thing! That must be something to rely on! '

'What will his support be? The two saints of Buddhism are both restrained by my magic palace. In such a short time, it is impossible to jump out of our encirclement and come to rescue him! '

'The guys from Xuanmen, let alone come here regardless. It would have been good if those old Niubi didn't personally come to punish Tang Xuanzang, so how could they come to rescue him? '

'Who else? '

'Nuwa? Houtu? These two are far apart in strength! '

‘It doesn’t matter if this guy really has cards! I just need to maintain a stronger power output, that's enough! No matter how many conspiracies and tricks, they are nothing in the face of absolute power. '

There was a stern look in Taoist Mosquito's pupils.

'That's it! '

For a moment, the tyrannical aura on Taoist Mosquito became even deeper. Amidst the rumbling sound, the darker and deeper waves of black light poured out all at once, directly blasting into the sword light.

Jian Guang, who was already powerful, became even more manic after gaining such power.

Wheeze.

Under the impact of the boundless black waves, the red area that Tang Seng finally seized was in danger and even collapsed in an instant.

Mosquito Taoist snorted coldly: "To fight against the poor Taoist, two or three of you are not enough! Go to hell!"

"That's not necessarily the case!" Tang Seng laughed suddenly.

Taoist Mosquito frowned, feeling a little impatient.

No matter how high his cultivation base is or how profound his state of mind is, if he always sees Tang Seng like this, his mood will fluctuate.

No one stipulates that a Daoist sage must have a calm mind without a trace of waves.

"Bastard!" Mosquito Taoist scolded.

It's just that these two words just came out.

Mosquito Taoist's face changed, followed by an uncontrollable look of horror, together with a roar from his throat, he exploded together: "Little bastard, you hide so deep!"

The Great Dao Saint, who had maintained a high-pressure posture against Tang Seng a moment ago, suddenly flew up violently under the shock of his black robe, and rushed towards the huge crack high in the starry sky.

A group of demonic monks were dumbfounded, a little confused, so: "My lord, what happened?"

"You old man, don't go!"

"Wait for us!" They couldn't figure out why Taoist Mosquito, who had the absolute upper hand and was about to kill Tang Seng, left.

Soon they will know.

Tang Seng, who should have died under the sword of Taoist Mosquito, suddenly stretched out a palm.

This palm is ordinary, there is nothing extraordinary about it. But on such an ordinary palm, a burst of black air suddenly spewed out. At the beginning, the black air was very weak.

But the black air that just came out like this, was already rising against the wind as soon as it came out!

In the boom.

It has become a skeleton arm hundreds of feet long.

As soon as the skeleton arm came out, it surpassed the arrogance of the saint in the later period, and took advantage of the trend. Of course, such arrogance is still not as good as the sword light of Taoist Mosquito. It's just that the void next to the skeleton's arm vibrates slightly.

A black spear appeared again!

The aura of the tyrannical innate treasure exploded again.

For a moment, the breath of the skeleton arm and the black spear merged into one. Horror, deep, ferocious, tyrannical, and disorderly auras, like waves soaring into the sky.

With just a pat of the wave, Taoist Mosquito's sword light was corroded from head to toe.

Tang Seng, who was suppressed by the sword light just a moment ago, collapsed from the pressure all over his body. His huge body jumped up and pushed on the skeleton's arm.

I saw a series of sword lights that looked like blood, directly nailed into the arm of the skeleton.

The mighty arrogance of the already ferocious skeleton arm surged again, and an aura that almost surpassed the saint's late stage, the infinite peak saint's breath, exploded along the way.

Under such a breath, the black spear flew thousands of feet across the sky, ignoring time, space, and the starry sky, and instantly killed Taoist Mosquito.

The tyrannical and terrifying aura poured out, hitting Daoist Mosquito heavily.

Seeing Daoist Mosquito's body between reality and illusion, he couldn't avoid it at all. The huge body was like the wind and sand blown by the wind and years, and it was just a face-to-face.

Only half of the huge body remained.

And the remaining half is still in the process of collapsing and dying.

The crack in the starry sky, the passage leading directly to where he came from, is right in front of this guy.

But no matter how hard this guy is, he can't break through the close distance. For a moment, Taoist Mosquito's pupils burst into uncontrollable panic: "Tang Xuanzang, do you know what you are doing!"

"I am Taoist Mosquito, an existence that has already been famous all over the world in the prehistoric era!"

"Pindao advises you to stop quickly!"

"Otherwise, the next time Pindao comes back, I will definitely tear you into pieces."

The body of Taoist Mosquito is not his real body.

It was a clone specially created by this guy in order to kill Tang Seng.

Even if it's just a clone, it's still part of the source.

It is completely different from the projection and power of Yuanshi Tianzun and the evolution of the leading saint.

If this avatar is destroyed.

The origin of Daoist Mosquito will also be damaged, maybe it will affect his cultivation, and other things. All in all, there are many negative effects.

Taoist Mosquito sensed this clone and was about to destroy it.

He panicked!

"Tang Xuanzang, did you hear that?"

"Pindao told you clearly, even if you killed the poor Dao at this time, you didn't really kill me! If you are sensible, don't mess around!"

Tang Seng was indifferent: "Even if you can't really kill you, it's enough to destroy your clone! Hehe, don't tell me, such a clone is nothing to you."

"If you really don't care, why would you talk to me like this? If I'm not wrong, killing your avatar will have a great impact on your real body! If that's the case, why should I be timid?"