The golden horn, which was about to get up, was stepped on by Tang Luo on his back and stepped back to the ground.

It hit the ground heavily, and it seemed like it was pressing down on tens of thousands of mountains again, unable to move.

"It's you?! Tang Xuanzang!"

The golden horn buried in the ground had a very ferocious face.

Although he looked different, he had already noticed the clue, which was an illusion.

The person who stepped on him was nothing but Tang Xuanzang of that year!

The second person he hates is Sun Wukong.

"That's right, it's me." Tang Luo said, "I feel relieved when I see you doing so miserably."

Before Jinjiao could speak, Sun Wukong had arrived behind him and swung the golden cudgel in his hand.

"Break the limbs." Tang Luo said in a timely manner.

The direction of the golden cudgel changed, and it smashed Jinke's limbs to pieces.

After doing this, Sun Wukong paused the golden cudgel on the ground and stood on the ground, while he sat on the ground, gasping for breath.

At this moment, he looked terrifying and miserable.

Two-thirds of the body's body was charred, black and red, and blood kept flowing out, flowing to the ground, forming a stream.

The rest was not even charred flesh and blood, revealing the lush white bones.

The injury is extremely serious.

But Sun Wukong smiled very happily, as if he was pressing on his heart, and part of the mountain above his head had been moved away.

Never felt so happy, nor had my body lighter.

Sun Wukong was so happy that the golden horn was naturally extremely furious. He forcibly "take" out the jade bottle and wanted to do something for the banana fan.

Before he could do something, Zhu Bajie next to him reached out and grabbed two magic weapons in his hands. He did not forget to say, "Thank you."

Start to erase the mark left by the golden horn on the magic weapon.

He was forcibly seized two magic weapons and was traumatized again. The seriously injured Jinjiao vomited a mouthful of blood and almost fell into a coma.

"Yinjiao told me, are you playing with Wukong? Are you having fun?" Tang Luo stepped on the golden horn and thought casually.

"snort."

A muffled groan came out, and Jinjiao was very tough, "Your apprentice is already our toy, we have a dog! Are you happy to see it as a master?"

"Gookong."

Tang Luo said.

Sun Wukong took the golden cudgel casually and smashed it down with one stick.

Jinjiao's body shook, and his waist was almost smashed down, making his injuries even worse.

"It seems that you enjoy this feeling of being beaten up while feeling that you are still controlling the overall situation and sarcastic. You think you are very handsome?" Tang Luo said slowly, "I didn't see that your Jinjiao is like this before."

"God has the virtue of being a virtuous person, and monks are compassionate."

"So I will satisfy your wish."

"Wukong, just leave a breath." Tang Luo took a step back and handed over the golden horn to Sun Wukong, who was still terrifying.

Sun Wukong grabbed Jinjiao's neck, pulled it in front of him, and pointed his hideous smile at him: "I don't know why, but when I saw you, I felt very angry."

Jinjiao opened his mouth and said a few vague words.

"What are you talking about?" Sun Wukong showed his sharp teeth and pulled the golden horns over.

Golden Horn's eyes drooped down and continued to whisper unsudden words.

"Tell it clearly." Sun Wukong put his ears to Jinjiao's mouth.

Suddenly, a magic sound poured into his mind, letting go of the golden horn in his hand, Sun Wukong took two steps back, grabbed his head with both hands, and smashed it hard on the stone next to him.

The stone was smashed to pieces by the head, but it did not relieve the pain at all.

The terrifying magic sound continued to pour into my mind, and it was impossible to resist. The feeling of weakness came, and it seemed difficult to stand.

"Tight Hoop!"

Zhu Wuneng's face changed drastically, why did the Golden Horn tightly curse?

"Let me go, otherwise you will let your disciples be buried with you!"

The spell of the tight hoop curse barely formed a sentence, and the broken golden horns were floating in the air and looked at Tang Luo.

As soon as he finished speaking, Tang Luo reached out and grabbed it.

Jinjiao's head fell into his hand, his five fingers closed, and his head and soul were squeezed out.

"Are you stupid? You don't even get the hostages, so you dare to make a condition?" The headless corpse fell to the ground, and the fox prototype did not appear. Tang Luo shook the blood on his hand, but did not throw it clean, and wiped it off the blood on the brocade robe.

Zhu Wuneng next to him swallowed his saliva hard and suddenly understood why Tang Luo's cassock was so bloody.

"What's going on? Why did he have a tight curse?"

Sun Wukong lay on the ground, his voice hoarse and low.

"It's a bit heavy to say, and I'm considering choosing a suitable opportunity." Tang Luo said.

"Say." Sun Wukong proved that it is very suitable now.

Tang Luo nodded and walked to the side to sit down: "Things must start with the collapse of the mountain and sea realm where he is a teacher."

Simply shatter the mountain and sea realms and form countless new worlds. The golden horns and silver horns are the two of the mountain and sea realms.

There are also silver horns and golden horns that are revealed, and they are also said.

"What they mean is that we are just their chess pieces, and all actions are under their control?" Zhu Wuneng's face looked extremely ugly, and the black air was lingering.

Almost changed from a domestic pig to a wild boar.

At this time, Sun Wukong had no more movement and lowered his head, making people unable to see his expression.

"Yes." Tang Luo nodded.

"Who are they?" Sun Wukong's low voice came out.

"I don't know." Tang Luo said, "maybe they were gods and Buddhas in the past, or they might have met monsters who had been taken away when they had been beaten."

"good."

Sun Wukong looked up and showed a hideous smile, "Then find them and smash them all to death!"

"...It's not this question." Zhu Wuneng said, "Who are we? What we know and experience are all fake?"

"Is this important?" Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Wuneng, "I just want to find those people now, and then beat them to death, or be beaten to death by them. Originally, I, Lao Sun, planned so, but now I am just more certain."

Sun Wukong's idea was never to go to the West to seek scriptures obediently.

He is going to the West and fight with the "bald monk" Tathagata, one more fight to the death!

There is nothing else.

Go to his mother's conspiracy, go to his mother's chess pieces and toys.

What is the truth? It doesn't matter!

Even if I, Lao Sun, is a dog with a collar on it, I will pounce on it and bite it hard!

Zhu Wuneng's face turned black.

If everything is a certain arrangement that exists above the surface, it means...

"Don't think about it." Zhu Bajie patted Zhu Wuneng's shoulder, "If you are unhappy, let's kill us with us. God blocks the gods and Buddha blocks the Buddhas and kills the Buddhas. Then he will appreciate their panic-like appearance and smash those pitiful and ridiculous faces. Wouldn't it be nice?"

"Can you do it?" Zhu Wuneng said.

"You alone can't do it." Zhu Bajie told the truth, "It's easy for us to join."

He pointed to Tang Luo: "Did you see your master? He just came to the West with the same idea, sang and advanced all the way."

"Then the conspiracy was shattered?" Zhu Wuneng's dark eyes lit up.

"No." Zhu Bajie said, "Although he always felt surrounded by conspiracy, Buddha Tathagata was very nice to his master, like his biological son. Until the mountain and sea realm was broken, nothing strange happened."

“…”

Zhu Wuneng felt that if he hadn't been able to beat him, he, a suspected counterfeit, would have picked up the Nine-Tyed Rake and fought the real person in front of him.

"How do I know that your appearance is also a part of the conspiracy?" Zhu Wuneng asked.

"Huh?" Zhu Bajie blinked, "That's right, it's not impossible for you to say that."

"Shouldn't you persuade me at this time?" Zhu Wuneng was a little crazy. What a big deal to admit!

Zhu Bajie nodded and followed the advice: "Okay, I advise you to go with us, kill you, or you can stay here, we don't object. In fact, pretending to be this Sha Monk is boring and you don't even talk much."

This dead Sha Seng is a very taciturn person who talks little.

On the other side, Tang Luo sat on the white horse again. Sun Wukong, who had recovered from his injuries on the surface, stood next to him carrying a golden cudgel, ready to set off.
To be continued...