The strongest Tang monk fights westward journey

Chapter 529

"A generation of holy monk Tang Sanzang? Could it be... this guy is hiding his strength?"

Hearing what their own goddess said, everyone immediately understood, and looked at Athena in unison.

"That's right, he is not a false immortal at all, but a real saint. Everyone retreats, and the big bosses from all sides are besieging."

Athena's red lips parted slightly, with a playful smile on her face.

As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone was shocked and backed away. Only a few top bosses looked at Tang Sen standing in the air with interest.

"Hehe, I was mistaken, this is our dish, come on, brothers!"

boom--

The big boss of the vampire family stepped forward and rushed towards Tang Seng like a ghost.

"Why is Dracula so excited today, how mature and steady he was before? Isn't this like him?"

A golden-yellow Beamon came out from the Beamon clan. This guy was unusually tall, a circle bigger than other Beamon people. He was full of blood like a dragon, and he seemed to be roaring like a beast inside his body while walking.

He is the king of the Behemoth family, the noble golden Behemoth, his strength is in a mess, as long as he is an adult, he will be a strong man in the semi-holy realm.

And this one has obviously reached the real holy land.

"Bihuang, let's go up together, hahahaha!"

Suddenly, before the Golden Behemoth could move, the leader of the dragon-slaying clan suddenly jumped up, across a distance of several thousand feet, raised the dragon-slaying knife in his hand, and slashed at Tang Sen's forehead bravely.

"Let's go too. Now is not the time to fight alone. If we can kill a saint in the Eastern God Realm, our pressure will be much less."

boom--

The boss of the werewolf tribe, Kui Lang, let out a roar that shook the sky, opened his mouth wide, and bit Tang Sen.

Big bosses from all directions came here, all of whom were true saints, and among them, the golden Behemoth and Dracula were still big bosses in the realm of the second heaven of saints.

"Made, I'm being careless. The Western God Realm came here prepared, and they took advantage of the situation. A bunch of shameless people."

Among the famous mountains and great rivers, some big bosses spoke, they were all maimed, and almost died together with the demon boss, now they are powerless, they can only watch helplessly.

"I hope Tang Seng can withstand it, otherwise we can only fight when we recover from our injuries, Ma De, I only have one drop of blood left, bastard."

The Great Emperor Changsheng said, although he is the Great Emperor Changsheng, he almost died. If it weren't for his strong vitality and fast running, he might have died.

"Come on, are there any decent bosses in the Three Realms? Hurry up and support the scene, otherwise Tang Seng is not a solution!"

Someone was burning with anxiety and asked among the famous mountains.

"It's gone, there is only one Jade Emperor and Guanyin, but once they leave, who will guard the heaven and Lingshan?"

"By the way, where is Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of the Earth Immortal? Hasn't he never appeared?"

Everyone turned their eyes to Wuzhuang Temple in unison, and found that there was no Wuzhuang Temple anywhere, not even a hair.

People ran away early...

"You don't need to look for it, it's gone, it disappeared together with Wuzhuang Temple."

"Fuck me, this turtle with a shrinking head can run really fast."

In an instant, everyone was furious again, wishing to find Zhen Yuanzi out and beat him up.

Playing and disappearing at this time, it's not a thing anymore.

"Don't panic, the poor monk can fight all of them by himself."

"Saint monks must not be humiliated!"

Tang Seng's voice echoed in the Three Realms, and the words that a holy monk should not be humiliated shocked everyone's hearts. At this moment, everyone shut up and waited quietly for Tang Sen to hit four.

"Hey, the slogan is good, but I think it's still hanging. After all, the opponent is four saints, and there are two second-level masters. Can he do it?"

Emperor Ziwei opened his mouth, his long sword was broken, and his body disappeared, only one head was still opening. What's worse, the devilish energy around his neck was eroding his soul, and he needed to be refined. I'm afraid it won't happen for a while.

"Don't forget, this Tang Seng is not an ordinary person. He is a semi-holy realm who can hate the Buddha of the third heaven, as well as the ancient lamp burning Buddha and Maitreya Buddha. What else is he afraid to do? What else? Can you stop him?"

At this time Zhang Daoling spoke, he rebuilt Longhu Mountain, and now most of it has been restored, but all the talisman papers have been used up, and now he is trying to make the talisman paper of mind, his nose is covered by pulp, he is extremely embarrassed, but fortunately no one sees him.

"Brother Zhang is very reasonable. I, Emperor Donghua, also think that Tang Seng can do it. Looking at the Three Realms for so many years, it seems that no one has benefited from him!"

It's okay if Emperor Donghua didn't say anything, but when he said it, everyone suddenly became confused.

It seems... that's really the case.

"So, we have to trust Tang Seng. He is always creating miracles. I hope he won't let us down this time."

The leaders of all parties are looking forward to it, hoping that Tang Seng can withstand the pressure, let the people from the Western God Realm come and suffer, and buy them some time. In that case, the road ahead... will be much easier.

As long as one's own personnel recover from their injuries, the Westerners can only retreat obediently.

"Made, why are you so foolish!"

In Tianting, the Jade Emperor was very conflicted. He hoped that Tang Sen would suffer a little bit, but at the same time, he thought that the people in the Western God Realm would be beaten to death by Tang Sen. It was extremely contradictory.

"Thank you for your love. Take care of your wounds and watch me beat them to death."

boom boom-

Tang Sen's body is like lightning, his flesh emits faint fluorescence, his tyrannical muscles tremble, and there are bursts of thunder and explosion. The golden Beamon was knocked flying.

boom--

Bihuang fell, the ground cracked like an egg, and magma gushed out. The power of the saint-level battle was too great. The ground of this world obviously couldn't bear it, and it seemed fragile.

"You... are not my opponents."

Tang Sen was full of fighting spirit, his black hair danced wildly, his fingers were like knives, flashing the color of brass, sparks sparkled with the tough guys with long knives of dragon slaying warriors.

"How is it possible, what kind of flesh is this?!"

Ed, the dragon slaying warrior, is full of disbelief. His dragon slaying knife is a treasure. He has slain countless evil dragons. Even the golden Bimengbihuang dare not challenge it. This...fucking arm is too hard up.

"I have been single for 23 years, and my hands are as strong as gold. What is the dragon-slaying sword? You can chop ten of them without stopping."

boom--

Tang Sen stretched out his strong right leg, exerted all his strength, and kicked the Dragon Slayer Warrior's chest with a kick that could split mountains.

click-

In an instant, the sound of bones breaking sounded, and the number one dragon slayer, Ed, immediately spewed out a mouthful of holy blood, flew upside down, crashed into eight mountains, and went deep into the ground.

"Wow Kaka, Tang Seng's holy blood, my ancestor is going to suck you dry today, and break through to the main god position in one fell swoop."

call out--

Suddenly, the big vampire Dracula hugged Tang Sen's right hand, opened two huge fangs, and bit Tang Sen's triceps.

(End of this chapter)