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

Chapter 658 White-faced Youth!

This is an aura that is infinitely approaching the peak of a saint!

As soon as it broke out, the evolved aura of Mr. Mo and his gang was naturally pushed aside by this aura.Even the figures of this group of people receded uncontrollably.

Not only were Mr. Mo and the others not angry, but their faces were filled with joy: "Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Haha, with the Master's action, Tang Xuanzang, a beast, will undoubtedly die!"

"go to hell!"

This group of guys seemed to have seen Tang Seng killed, and the madness in their expressions was also revealed little by little.In fact, it's normal for them to have such a reaction.

After all, the power roaring down from the outer starry sky is very powerful.

With such power, it is not a problem to kill a powerful saint, let alone a small Tang monk.

All of them stared at each other, waiting for Tang Seng to die at the scene.

at the same time!

After the black sword light that fell from the sky, there was another unusually cold voice, roaring: "Tang Xuanzang, don't expect anyone to come to help you out!"

"The existence behind you is too busy to take care of itself, so there is no extra power to take care of you! As for those people from the Xuanmen, they wish you could die here."

"So, you, Tang Xuanzang, will definitely die at the hands of the poor Taoist this time!"

"Ha ha!"

"It's really pure Qi and blood, even if it can't be compared with a saint, but the energy contained is still extraordinary. If Pindao can refine all of it, maybe the opportunity for Pindao to advance to a higher level will come!"

"Junior, enjoy the last moment of your life!"

"Photo!"

The thousands of feet long black sword light rushed to the top of Tang Seng's forehead in the blink of an eye.Through the layers of black streamer, one can clearly see a round hole on the sharp edge of the sword.

The entrance of the cave was not reached, but it exuded a strange and devouring power.

Tang Seng's intuition told him.

Once the sword light falls on his body, it will definitely devour all of his blood without leaving any.

At this moment.

A person's name naturally popped up in Tang Seng's mind.

Mosquito man!
In the prehistoric era, there were famous and vicious existences.

This guy is very powerful, relying on his good teeth, he sucked out the third rank of the twelfth-rank golden lotus, and became the ninth-rank golden lotus now.

But soon.

Tang Seng dispelled all the thoughts that shouldn't be in his head.

In this situation, there is no room for distraction.

Regardless of whether the other party is a Mosquito Taoist who once ran rampant in the prehistoric era, or other notorious existences, under the current tyrannical impact, if he is careless, his life may really be lost here.

Tang Seng finally got to where he is today.

How could he be willing to throw his life here?
Amidst the sneer, the whole body, whether it is the Five Dao Rhymes or other perfect laws, is all rumbling and shaking, and they are all activated.In just an instant, such tyrannical power has all blasted into the swordsmanship supernatural power.

Whoosh!
The swordsmanship, which was already very powerful, expanded directly.

From the size of hundreds of feet at the beginning, tossing to the length of thousands of feet, the sudden bloody swordsmanship supernatural power, in terms of appearance, is no longer weaker than the black sword light blasting from the sky.

Also at this time.

Two sword lights collided fiercely!
For a moment, lightning flashed up and down the starry sky, and the electric light danced wildly. The two sword lights were like two thousand-foot giant snakes, entangled together. Sometimes the black wave light prevailed, and sometimes the bloody cold light prevailed.

The unscrupulous breath fragments swept all over the sky.

Mr. Mo and the other monks were all terrified: "Is this monk's strength so powerful? This is one of the few existences in our Demon Palace!"

"No wonder the monk didn't take us seriously before. It's not because he was contemptuous, but because our strength is indeed too weak, and we are nothing!" A monk who existed on the same level as Mr. , Big beads of sweat rolled down unstoppably.

Even Tang Seng's sword light was not aimed at him.

But it also made him feel a strong fear!
When there is no reference, not only him, but even his companions think that Tang Seng is strong, but it is still within the controllable range.But now, there is a point of reference.

They just realized how weak they are.

If Tang Seng just blasted with all his strength regardless, I'm afraid that their group will all die here without waiting for reinforcements.

The more I think about it, the more scared I become!
A group of demonic monks couldn't help but move their feet, and retreated little by little.

no way!
The shock wave at the scene was too terrifying, and they were too close to be accidentally injured.

Right now!
There was another bang in the sky.

The two entangled sword lights came from the fact that Tang Seng's swordsmanship was a bit weaker. Under the vibration of his breath, he was smashed into pieces by the dark sword lights from top to bottom.

Tang Seng, who was the person involved, let out a muffled sound, and his body that was going forward also seemed to be pushed hard by someone, and uncontrollably retreated hundreds of feet backward.

On the way back, the chaotic air flowing in the starry sky was also torn to pieces.

The scene at this moment is already fragmented and extremely messy.

Seeing this scene, Mr. Mo couldn't help laughing loudly: "Your Majesty is mighty!"

"Hmph, what am I talking about? Tang Xuanzang, who is only at the level of a quasi-sage, flaunts his prestige at the level of a quasi-sage. Once he encounters a real saint, he will be completely vulnerable, just like now!"

"My lord, don't be polite to this guy, kill him!"

"We can't give him any time to breathe!" One after another, sharp voices resounded through the void in all directions.Seeing Tang Seng being suppressed, the depression in their hearts disappeared in a trance.

at the same time.

After the dark sword light dissipated, a white-faced young man in a black robe with long blood-colored hair and a figure between real and illusion came out step by step.

The century-old youth just walked out.

There was also a terrifying and ferocious arrogance, which turned into black flames that soared into the sky, emerging from his body layer by layer.

Mr. Mo and the others naturally half-kneeled on the ground and shouted in unison: "See Your Honor!"

"See the saint!"

The white-faced young man's deep eyes swept across Mr. Mo and other nine people one by one, and said coldly: "You guys miscalculated the situation in this operation, so that the palace lost dozens of elites, do you accept this matter? "

Mr. Mo and the others were sweating profusely.

The remaining dozens of quasi-sage peaks behind them all buried their heads on the ground, not daring to answer.

The white-faced youth didn't wait for them to answer, his robe shook, and he said calmly: "After you understand this matter, go and receive the punishment yourself!"

(End of this chapter)