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Chapter 167 A caged bird?  Tang monk master and apprentice fight against the banshee

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    Hongchen Town is a small town founded by Wen Queer. The restaurants and tea shops on both sides of the town are filled with colorful silks. On the streets where they are fighting, there are birdcages and black silks everywhere.

    The black silk was fluttering in the wind in the air. Wen Que'er and Tang Seng were almost fighting on the black silk. The strong steel torrent stirred on the soft silk. The black and white sword aura and murderous aura enveloped Tang Seng and Wen Que'er.

    As a harpy, Wen Que'er has the agility and strength of an eagle. As the sister of the Peng Demon King, Wen Que'er practiced with Sun Wukong, the Bull Demon King, the Peng Demon King and others five hundred years ago. Today, Wen Que'er has  It is the early cultivation level of Taiyi Golden Immortal.

    Among the three thousand in the side sect, a banshee has cultivated to the level of Taiyi Golden Immortal, which is extremely rare. After all, Nezha, Sun Wukong, Erlang God Yang Jian and others who are powerful in the three realms are also Taiyi Golden Immortals.

    Wen Que'er's attack speed was really too fast. He used his eagle sword to attack in succession, but the feathers in the air, the smell of rouge, and the silk flying everywhere were disturbing Tang Seng. Faced with Wen Que'er's strong attack, Tang Seng was unable to resist.

    Drifting was hit in the face with a piece of black silk, and a harpy strangled his neck with a rope. Drifting was stuffed into a birdcage, and a group of harpies screamed and grabbed the birdcage and disappeared.  Under the dark clouds.

    Zhu Bajie was submerged in the woman's rouge and gouache. His rake met the harpy's charming eyes and lost all power in an instant. Soon, a harpy wolf kissed Zhu Bajie, and Zhu Bajie was dumbfounded.

    ¡°Little lady, why did you kiss me?¡± He recalled the taste of lipstick on his lips.

    Zhu Bajie soon figured out why, because the lipstick was poisonous.

    Zhu Bajie fell to the ground like a dead pig. A group of harpies flapped their wings, like carrion crows, and landed on Zhu Bajie. Sun Wukong rushed to kill the harpies, but was killed by a group of black silk harpies.  Trapped.

    The little white dragon was besieged by a group of gray harpies. The smell of women's rouge and gouache made the little white dragon's stomach knot in knots.

    "Rouge gouache is poisonous! Disciples, be careful!"

    Tang Monk issued a warning, and Little White Dragon understood it.

    "You bitches, if you want to use the smell of rouge and gouache to harm people, it's impossible! I won't let your conspiracy succeed!"

    Xiao Bailong found that his nostrils were overflowing with blood. The blood flowed down his face to his neck, and then fell on his white coat.

    He began to lose all strength, a black silk wrapped around him, and he was sent into a birdcage like a dead person.

    Wen Queer flapped her wings and sneered, "Tang Monk, all of your disciples have been captured by me. Let me see what else you can do!"

    Sha Seng and Xiao Bailong have become caged birds, and Zhu Bajie fainted and died on the streets of Hongchen Town.  Only Sun Wukong persists.

    But Tang Seng suspected that Sun Wukong would not be able to hold on for long, because the smell of rouge gouache was getting stronger and stronger.

    Tang Seng found that the rouge and gouache made his movement and attack speed significantly slower. His thinking began to sluggish, and he felt like he had been poisoned in his bones.

    The surrounding black silk always blocks Tang Seng's sight.  Wen Queer carefully designed Hongchen Town. These black silks turned the place into a soft ocean. The harpies flew around among the silks, not only blocking the enemy's sight, but the silk also exuded the smell of rouge and gouache.

    Tang Monk was so depressed that he felt like he was drowning in the dyehouse and rouge shop. The smell of silk and rouge gouache made him nauseous.

    Wen Queer and Tang Seng were fighting on the huge floating black silk. Silver-white sword energy was circling up and down the eagle sword. Every time the eagle sword collided with the Jiuxi Zen staff, there were always clusters of sparks, and they seemed to be in the same place.  He stood on the stove in the blacksmith shop and let himself bathe in the ocean of Martian sword energy.

    There were birds chirping everywhere, the clang of weapons kissing, and the hiss of black silk breaking.

    The paradox is that although Sun Wukong and Tang Monk both intended to cut off the black silk, they did break a lot of annoying black silk, but there was always black silk flying out from the houses connected on both sides, flying in the air.  In the streets.

    Even if the sparks landed on the black silk, they quickly disappeared.

    The excitement on the black silk was like being on a bumpy ship. The smell of rouge and gouache consumed a lot of Tang Monk's mind. He had had enough of these black silks.

    Tang Monk used the purple gold alms bowl to lazily remove the attack from Wen Queer's sharp claws.

    The eagle sword stabbed Tang Seng's left eye, but Tang Seng blocked it with the Nine-Xi Zen Staff filled with ancient power.

    Wen Que'er's left sharp claw grabs??Tang Seng's heart, Tang Seng barely ducked down to avoid it, and her huge wings flapped down again. Tang Seng was hit by the wings and lost his balance.

    The right claw grabbed Tang Seng's head, and a black silk floated past Tang Seng's side, disturbing Tang Seng's sight.

    Tang Seng seemed to have no way to hide.

    "Tang Monk, let me see where you are running away!"

    Wen Queer thought that he could kill Tang Seng this time, but he didn't expect that the moment his sharp claw hit Tang Seng's head, Tang Seng turned into a white light and disappeared under the dim sky.

    Wen Queer was shocked, "Tang Monk, where did you go?"

    When Tang Seng appeared again, he had already appeared on Wen Queer's wings.

    Wen Queer noticed the slightest fluctuation in the air. She flapped her wings and quickly disappeared. When she reappeared, she was on the black silk several feet away.

    Wen Queer sneered, "Tang Monk, you actually dare to play sneak attack, you are really despicable!"

    Tang Monk covered his nose and said, "If you use rouge, gouache and black silk, aren't you despicable? A true brave man should fight openly and honestly!"

    Wen Queer said seductively: "I want to avenge Red Boy! As long as I can kill you, I can use any means."

    The ubiquitous black silk entangled Tang Seng's feet. Tang Seng was angry, "Do you really think I can't deal with you rotten silk?"

    Groups of strange flames were jumping around Tang Seng. They were like burning dandelions, surrounding Tang Seng.

    "Firestorm!"

    Groups of scarlet flames exploded in the air, all the black silk was burned into flames, many empty birdcages were burned, and the harpies rushed out of the sea of ????fire screaming.

    In a short time, the black silk was completely burned.

    Tang Monk sneered and said, "Wen Que'er, let me see what else you can do!"

    Wen Que'er struck out with a palm, and strips of red silk hung down from all directions. Wen Que'er stood proudly among the piles of red silk, like a queen in a sea of ??red flowers, with snow-white skin, onyx and sapphires on the sword, all on the red silk.  Shining inside.

    Wen Queer sneered: "It's a pity that I have a lot of silk! Now my red silk reflects the name of Hongchen Town."

    Sun Wukong has been tortured by the rouge and gouache. The rouge and gouache seem to come from the silk.

    Fortunately, among the ring spirits in the small universe of the Qiankun Treasure Ring, there happens to be masters of silk.

    Tang Monk stroked the Qiankun ring.

    "Wen Que'er, you want to play with silk, right? OK! I'll find someone to play with you!"

    A flash of red light suddenly appeared, and Zhu Zhiyuan appeared in the sea of ??red silk in Hongchen Town.

    Wen Queer was shocked when she saw this person coming out of the air. She stared at the beautiful Zhu Zhiyuan and asked, "Who are you?" (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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