A big victory!

The soldiers of the Women's Kingdom were full of momentum and murderous aura.

Like a black cloud pressing the top, the only two remaining monks felt the arrival of a catastrophe like Mount Tai.

How is that possible?!

These two cultivators are naturally no less than Yu Xuan Daozi and others. They thought that when they came in, the demons would definitely seek it.

Unexpectedly...

Unexpectedly, Xuan Daozi, Tu Xing and others who came in before them were actually dead!

Moreover, even the soul did not escape. The demons were far stronger than last time, so powerful that they turned into a huge millstone, grinding them to death bit by bit.

The dead monk hates the most before his death, not the devil.

But the evil son of heaven!

You despicable and shameless villain! I didn’t expect that you really colluded with the demon!

If Tian Xiezi had not set up some sword formation, there would not have been a weaker cultivator who would have been blocked.

If those monks were not stopped, these masters would not have come in so quickly.

If they didn't come in so quickly, they wouldn't be strangled by the demons with the most gunshot power.

Everything is the fault of Tian Xiezi!

Tian Xiezi, you deserve to die!

Unfortunately, their anger cannot be transmitted from the outside world. Although the vortex can enter and exit, it does not have any sight or voice.

Moreover, the "air-distance" attack has basically zero effect.

The magic weapon refined by the Artifact Alliance is of some use, but only they show that effect is better.

A few people sold, just "listen to the sound".

On the wall of Shanhaiguan, Xia Jianjia did not have the generals and soldiers' joy. On the contrary, her expression was quite complicated.

No one died in the country of Women.

An unprecedented victory.

It brings a sense of security that is extremely safe and requires no consideration.

Just like when Monk Xuanzang appeared, he killed the cruel monster.

Keep it behind you.

She hasn't felt this kind of peace of mind and warmth that she protects others' wings for a long time.

Xia Jianjia remembered that when she was a child, there were storms outside, and the wind and rain were shaking. The crackling sound of rain came, and the rain turned the world white.

She opened the door and the eaves outside separated the rain. Only a few drops of rain fell in, and the coolness filled the air.

Xia Jianjia lay in a soft and warm satin quilt, and kept holding a small snack in one hand and stuffing it into her mouth.

Listening to the storm outside, I didn't think about anything in my mind, and all my worries had nothing to do with her.

The scenes of childhood emerged and changed in my mind, and came to her teens, innocent and in love when she was just beginning to begin.

It was after being rescued by Tang Luo, and it started to rain heavily on the way back to the Kingdom of Women.

Tang Luo waved his hand gently, and the invisible force isolated the heavy rain.

A small world belonging to them alone has formed.

One man, one woman, one white horse.

The sound of wind and rain outside can be heard, but it has nothing to do with them.

As for the deity who isolates the heavy rain, it is actually Ao Yulie, and it has nothing to do with Tang Luo, so it is naturally ignored by Xia Jianjia.

The color of memories slowly disappeared.

The last monk was also killed by the Kingdom of Women. Xia Jianjia rode a horse again and went to his mother's cemetery alone.

After arriving, she saw Tang Luo sitting cross-legged beside the tombstone, staring at her right hand in a daze, not knowing what she was doing.

It was not until Xia Jianjia approached that Tang Luo looked up and said, "You are here."

"Well, the Holy Monk Xuanzang is indeed still in style." Xia Jianjia's words couldn't tell whether they were mocking or complimenting.

It seems that both are the ones who have been queens for many years.

Very good at playing guessing music.

"On average." Tang Luo smiled and accepted it all, which made Xia Jianjia feel like he was hitting the sky with one punch.

"I've been playing with my power for a long time. Can the holy monk leave?" Xia Jianjia mentioned the old story again.

"You just want me to leave?" Tang Luo stood up, looked up... After thinking about it, he took a step up, and looked down at Xia Jianjia with satisfaction.

This girl is taller than she used to be, and should be half a head taller than her mother.

Tang Luo is now a half-grown boy, and he is not used to looking up, so it is normal to fly.

Xia Jianjia was speechless, and then almost laughed out loud. Tang Luo, who was of this size, looked particularly interesting.

However, as soon as the corners of her mouth were outlined, she immediately restrained her face. She said with a cold face: "Yes."

"Why?" Tang Luo asked.

"Because you are leaving in the end, aren't you?" Xia Jianjia stared at Tang Luo's strange and familiar face and said slowly.

Tang Luo frowned and did not answer for a moment.

That's right!

He is indeed leaving. Although he can come back after leaving, he will eventually leave.

"Hmph, it's the same as before." Xia Jianjia got a positive answer.

"cough."

Tang Luo coughed, it was really different from before.

In the past, the car exploded directly, but who could withstand it?

The master and apprentice are already at their limit, and rice bowls and other things are gone when they come out.

This time the situation is obviously different.

"This time we rely on your breeze, the Holy Monk, to kill all directions. What should we do after you leave?" Xia Jianjia did not get entangled in the past and let it go gently.

"When next time, many monks will come out in full swing. At that time, the mighty holy monks are gone. How can we weak women resist?"

"There are so many cultivators in the world, and more than half of them are coveting the holy land of the Demons."

"We pay some price, and they pay some price to maintain a fragile balance."

"So I did something extra?" Tang Luo asked.

Xia Jianjia closed her eyes and opened them again: "Yes!"

"Actually, it's not redundant. At least it has helped you reduce a lot of burden." Tang Luo smiled, looking calm and did not look angry.

"Help us?"

Xia Jianjia's emotional changes were fierce and fast. She took a step forward and grabbed Tang Luola in front of her, and their faces were almost pressed together.

Tang Luo could see the extremely complicated emotions in Xia Jianjia's eyes.

And Xia Jianjia saw only a pair of ancient wells without waves, as deep as the sea, and eyes that could not see any emotions.

"Do you feel guilty when you help us!"

"Tell me!"

The restrained emotions suddenly burst out, and Xia Jianjia's body was trembling.

"Amitabha." Tang Luo used the Buddha's name instead of answering.

The Buddha's name is really a good thing. Whether you are pretending to be 13 or encountering questions that are difficult to answer, just say "Amitabha".

Once you have a good temper, the problem has been fooled.

After all, it is impossible to tell whether Tang Luo was "hehe" or "buyed a watch last year" when he said "Amitabha".

The most important thing is that even if it is judged that it is the latter.

I can't beat him, and I'm so angry that I'm calm and gentle...

No wonder a group of monks like to practice Zen and speak unclearly for reasons.

Taking a step back, letting go of Tang Luo, Xia Jianjia helped him sort out the Jinlan cassock that had been pulled aside just now: "No need to help, let's go, it's really enough. I don't want us to regret it..."

"Actually, what you are worried about won't happen." Tang Luo said.

"What?" Xia Jianjia was stunned for a moment.

"You said that the casualties were too large this time, which caused more monks to fight back." Tang Luo said, "This thing will not happen."
To be continued...