The strongest Tang monk fights westward journey

Chapter 40
"Brother Tang, are you okay!" Bai Xue looked towards the entrance of the cave with a worried expression on her face.

"Master, don't worry, Master's skin is thicker than my old pig, it's fine~"

Zhu Bajie laughed loudly while carrying the big nail. It was rare to see his master make an embarrassment, so he gloated.

boom!
Soon, a golden fist protruded from the hole with lightning, smashing his entire pig's head into the opposite rock wall.

I~wow~
The retribution came faster than Cao Cao. Before he could react, the whole pig's head sank into the rock wall, three feet above the ground, and his legs kicked wildly in the air.

Tang Sen appeared from the entrance of the cave, golden light blooming all over his body, overflowing with spiritual power, every step he took, dense spider webs appeared on the ground.

This is because the power is too strong, the spiritual power is scattered, and the performance of the ground is broken.

"System, what the hell is going on, can you help me remove these spiritual powers?"

Of course Tang Sen wanted to become stronger, but what the hell wasn't this kind of strength!

His body was extremely dangerous at this moment, the spiritual power formed a strong wind, ravaging his spiritual sea, and the chaos vine was shaken by the strong wind, and might be uprooted at any time.

Above the spiritual sea, there are small spiritual power winds hidden in all internal organs. His flesh and blood were torn apart, excruciating pain, and a small amount of wind blows to his back and spine, as if someone is holding a knife behind you and has been chopping your body. Spine, raw pain.

Although the number of spiritual power winds in his limbs was small, they were all filled with spiritual power. His meridians swelled and might explode at any time.

If he hadn't been strong-willed, he might have fallen down at this moment. It's really like a steel knife scraping the bone, which hurts my heart.

It's like winning 500 million yuan and being targeted by robbers, and you dare not leave the door. There are unpredictable risks at any time, and it may even affect your life safety. It's better not to!
"Well, the system really can't help it. This level of spiritual power is much higher than your current level. Of course, it will be of great benefit if it is refined, but if it cannot be refined, the host's life is really in danger."

"It hurts, old man~"

Hearing the system's reply, Tang Sen's expression was more uncomfortable than eating a dead mouse.

"The host might as well try using the Chaos Art, it might be effective." At this moment, the system suggested.

"Okay! I really don't believe there is no other way."

After making up his mind, Tang Sen sat down cross-legged, turned on his inner vision, and began to run the Chaos Art.

This is a book of exercises given by the system when I first obtained the Chaos Vine.

To put it bluntly, it is a set of meridian circulation method, which is the same as the circulation of the big and small circles. When the formula is in operation, it can make energy circulate throughout the body, helping the chaotic vine to refine and eat the essence of flesh and blood in food.

Tang Sen didn't pay much attention to it all the time, because he felt that a system was enough, but occasionally he ate too much and used it to refine it to ease his stomach.

To put it simply, it is lazy.

It's like opening your mouth and stretching out your clothes when you have a meal, why do you have to work and run around for daily necessities?
Until this moment, Tang Sen completely gave up on this idea. In an emergency, the system is not omnipotent.

You can only rely on yourself for everything, because the system is not a person, it can provide you with tasks and give you strength.

But it doesn't give you a solution to your problem once it's out of its reach.

The Chaos Art is running, under the pressure of high-level spiritual power, this time it runs quite smoothly.

The Linghai Shenquan gushes out, passes through the perineum, and then passes through the Yuegong Gate along the spine and Governor Vessel, leading to the coccyx, Jiaji, Yuzhen and the Niwan on the top of the head, and then separates from the ears and cheeks, and then reaches the tip of the tongue and connects with the Ren Vessel. Go straight down to Linghai along the chest and abdomen.

For a moment, wander around a small week.

Tang Sen was delighted, this time wandering unexpectedly refined a ray of golden energy, although it was small, at least it gave him hope.

Once he had a solution, he raced against every second, and he didn't dare to neglect for a moment, just sitting cross-legged in the middle of the road and meditating.

"Master's situation is not good. Although this level of spiritual power is not as high as that of my old Sun, it is similar to that of Ba Jie and you. Only when the physical body reaches a demigod can it be successfully compressed."

Sun Wukong used his fiery eyes Jinqing to see Tang Sen's reality at a glance. He scratched his ears and cheeks, restless and anxious.

"Then what should we do, why don't we settle down here first and wait for Master to wake up?"

Zhu Bajie pulled out his head from the rock wall, leaned over and said.

The others also looked anxious, but there was nothing they could do.

Bai Xue was about to cry. Seeing Tang Sen's face showing pain, she had no choice but to suffer even worse than her own injury.

"Don't worry, it's not the last moment. If my old grandson finds out who did it, he must be killed."

"Yes, kill him, my little white dragon will stab him, Ma De~"

Several disciples were furious, gearing up for fisting, viciously, frightening Bai Hua to the point of turning pale.

"Let's go first, it's not an option in this narrow lane."

In the end, Sun Wukong drew a circle around Tang Sen with a golden cudgel, carefully lifted him up with mana and rocks, and walked towards the other side of the road.

Tang Sen didn't know about this move. He blocked his five senses and focused on refining the golden spiritual power.

With the passage of time, the spiritual power became more proficient in operation, his Ren Du's second vein widened, and the speed of the spiritual power flow accelerated.

Moreover, some small meridians are opened, and they continue to march towards the Great Zhou.

The flesh glows, the torn flesh is washed by spiritual power, and is being reorganized, and traces of black impurities contained in the flesh are squeezed out of the body.

His internal organs trembled, and the spiritual power brought by the operation of the Chaos Art not only regenerated his flesh and blood on the surface, but also transformed every organ of his body.

Especially in the liver, a large amount of black impurities are excreted through the blood and flesh, accounting for more than half of the total amount of impurities.

A month and a half passed in a flash.

In the outside world, Sun Wukong lifted Tang Sen over his head with a golden cudgel. His body was covered with black impurities, and he turned into a black man with a faint stench.

Fortunately, his condition has improved a lot, his spiritual power has stopped leaking out, and his blood is rushing to the sky. Even if he is motionless, he still gives people a strong and powerful feeling.

"Brother Monkey, you have been lifting for half a month, let me do it."

The Drifting Monk approached Sun Wukong and said.

"No, I'm not tired." Sun Wukong turned around and said.

"Third Senior Brother, you'd better give up. The Senior Senior Brother won't give it to us. He is worried."

"Lao Sha, you have asked this question hundreds of times. Senior brother and his wife are not at ease, let alone you."

It is rare for Zhu Bajie to be serious, and he speaks solemnly.

These days, Sun Wukong didn't close his eyes once, he carried Tang Sen on the road day and night, and he didn't know whether he was not tired or worried.

Tang Sen had lost track of time. He believed that his disciples would arrange everything. The most important thing now was to refine all the spiritual power.

Looking at the remaining three spiritual winds, Tang Sen was confident that he could refine them all.

At this time, his meridians expanded countless times, hanging above the Linghai Sea, like the Milky Way across the sky.

His soul turned into a villain and stood above the Linghai Sea, looking at the thick meridians, his confidence doubled, and he was full of pride.

"Come on, the last battle."

With a move of the mind, the Chaos Art was activated, and a void appeared in the sky, and the powerful suction shrouded the last three spiritual winds.

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