-
Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading
Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Fantasy -> Journey to the West: Tang Sanzang the Supreme Being of the Three Realms Chapter 279: Human Race Bags Resentment! Assassin beauty besieges Tang monk
Previous page Return to Catalog Next page
- You can search "Journey to the West: The Supreme Tang Sanzang of the Three Realms" on Baidu to find the latest chapters!
After Tang Monk fell into the hot spring, he discovered that the hot spring also exuded a faint aroma of wine.
The women fled the hot spring one after another, and Tang Monk was the only one left in the hot spring.
The giant picked up a huge stone and threw it at Tang Monk. Tang Monk used his nine-xi Zen staff and flicked it, and the huge stone shattered instantly.
Tang Monk looked at the giant and the beautiful woman in front of him, but he still couldn't figure out the origin of the giant.
"This is probably another illusion created by Maitreya Buddha in the human race bag. It's a pity that the race bag still can't do anything to me. Let me see what kind of thing the giant in front of me is!"
Tang Monk swung the Nine-Xi Zen Staff, made a somersault cloud, and rushed to the giant.
The giant activated the spell, and two battle axes appeared in his hand.
In front of the giant as strong as a mountain, Tang Seng was as big as a sparrow. The giant wielded a battle ax with great force, but Tang Seng on the somersault cloud was too flexible.
The brocade cassock shook, and Tang Monk's Nine-Xi Zen Staff flexibly avoided the battle axe. Tang Monk flew in front of the giant, swung the Nine-Xi Zen Staff, and hit the giant's head.
The giant shouted loudly, blew out a breath, and the gas turned into a hurricane, directly blowing Tang Seng and his body into a somersault cloud, causing him to lose his balance in the air. Tang Seng crashed into a mountain peak, and the mountain peak cracked.
Amid the woman¡¯s scream, the mountain¡¯s gravel fell to the ground.
Tang Monk made some somersaults again and returned to the giant.
The giant's rage burned like flint.
Tang Monk said seriously: "How come there is a giant like you in the human race bag? Who are you?"
The giant sneered, "You have seen my daily power."
"The power of Zhuri?" Tang Seng felt shocked.
"The giant chasing the sun? Could it be that you are Kuafu?"
Kuafu has died a long time ago. Tang Seng does not believe that there will be Kuafu in the human race bag.
No matter what, the giant showed strength. In Tang Seng's eyes, a powerful opponent has the value of stealing the soul.
Tang Monk stroked the Qiankun ring.
Soul Seizing!
The soul-stealing light drowned the giant and his women, but the giant and the women remained motionless.
Tang Seng was surprised, "How could this happen?"
"Ding! The giants and women in front of you are just the result of the resentment after Kuafu's death. They are the resentment without souls in the long river of history and cannot seize the soul!"
Tang Monk suddenly realized, "It turns out it's just resentment!"
The giant continued to swing his axe, slashing at Tang Seng. Tang Seng was too lazy to continue fighting with the resentful giant, so he activated the spell.
Lightning bolts were like a sky net, covering the Fairy Mountain. The women and giants on the Fairy Mountain screamed and turned into dust under the critical strikes of lightning.
"Maitreya Buddha, if you want to rely on the mere resentment in the human race bag to kill me, you underestimate me too much."
As soon as Tang Seng finished speaking, the surrounding resentment gathered again, and the giant and his women appeared in front of Tang Seng again.
"How could this happen? The resentment was clearly killed by me." Tang Seng was shocked.
The voice of the Qiankun Treasure Ring came.
"Ding! The human race bag is a magic weapon of Maitreya Buddha. The resentment inside cannot be killed. Resentment is the hatred of the long history. Even if you kill the resentment thousands of times, they will still be reborn in the human race bag."
The giant swung the ax to chop Tang Monk again. Tang Monk was so depressed that he had no choice but to do somersaults and leave the giant's oasis.
Now, Tang Seng can only hope to find the end of the human race bag. If he sees the cloth bag of the human race bag, Tang Seng will have a chance to escape.
Tang Monk launched a somersault cloud and flew upwards for millions of miles, but still did not see the end of the human race bag. Tang Seng had no choice but to return to the bare ground.
At this time, the scream of an eagle suddenly came from the air. The eagle struck the sky. There was an assassin in black sitting on his back. The assassin smashed out his sharp sword and slashed at Tang Monk.
"Resentment again?"
Tang Monk used the Nine-Xi Zen Staff to block the assassin's long sword. Tang Monk's fiery eyes and divine light shone on the assassin.
A row of subtitles appeared.
"The human race is full of resentment, one of the four assassins, the eagle strikes the sky, and wants to leave!"
Suddenly, a white rainbow penetrated the sky, and another assassin landed on Tang Seng's right side.
Tang Monk observed with fiery eyes and golden eyes.
"The human race is full of resentment, one of the four assassins, Bai Hongguanri, Nie Zheng?¡±
Tang Monk was frightened when the sky suddenly turned black, the stars and the moon occupied the sky, comets attacked the moon, and the stars wept with blood!
A fat assassin fell into Tang Seng¡¯s hands. The assassin was holding a fish-belly sword.
Tang Monk¡¯s fiery eyes fell on the fat assassin.
"The human race is full of resentment, one of the four assassins, the comet hits the moon, Zhuanzhu!"
The last assassin, holding a map of the Yan Kingdom, appeared in front of Tang Monk. The assassin slowly opened the map, revealing the sharp dagger inside.
"The human race is full of resentment, one of the four assassins, Jing Ke!"
Tang Seng looked at Yaoli, Nie Zheng, Zhuanzhu, and Jing Ke in front of him, and sneered, "Can the four assassins killed by the human race bag kill me? What a joke!"
Zhuanzhu brandished the fish-belly sword and stabbed Tang Monk. The sword and the Jiuxi Zen staff collided together. With each impact, the edge of the sword appeared like a comet hitting the moon.
Tang Seng¡¯s Jiuxi Zen staff gently smashed Zhuanzhu¡¯s head, and Zhuanzhu screamed and turned into smoke. However, soon, his resentment condensed, and Zhuanzhu appeared in front of Tang Seng again.
The four great assassins, Jing Ke, Yaoli, Nie Zheng and Zhuan Zhu, besieged Tang Seng. Tang Seng could always kill these assassins easily, but they could always be easily reborn in the human race bag filled with terror and resentment.
Tang Seng was very depressed.
"This group of assassins can't kill me. If I kill them, they will be reborn. There will be no results after fighting like this for thousands of years."
Tang Monk raised his somersault cloud, dropped the four assassins, and flew into the air.
The human race bag was spinning, and the sky instantly turned into Wu Palace. Tang Monk saw Xi Shi lying on his side on the soft cave, with a fairy-like jade-colored face, and charming eyes, looking at Tang Monk.
"Holy monk, the good night is too short, come on!"
Tang Monk knew that this was another result of the resentment of the human race bag, so he raised a somersault cloud and flew into the air.
The sky turned into Weiyang Palace, and Tang Monk saw sisters Zhao Feiyan and Zhao Hede, with bright eyes and good eyesight, and ice-cold muscles and jade bones.
"Holy monk, why don't we spend the night together?"
Tang Monk continued to rush out of Weiyang Palace with somersault clouds, stroking the Qiankun Ring in the air.
"Why is the resentment of the human race bag so strong? Even the Balrog can't help me escape from the race bag."
"Because the resentment in the human race bag is taken from the long river of history. Whether they are beauties, assassins, emperors, generals, or traffickers and pawns, the resentment still exists after they are lost in the long river of history."
"Resentment has long been integrated into the blood of the long river of history. The resentment in Maitreya Buddha's race bag, no matter how many times you kill them, they will be reborn, because resentment is endless. If you want to break out of the race bag, We must break out of the endless human race bag shrouded in resentment!"
"Eternal life?" Tang Seng felt a chill in his heart, "I know who to look for to help me break out of the human race bag."
Tang Monk stroked the Qiankun ring.
????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Dugu Jinghong, the son of the mother river, and the distant mountains of the fetal spring, appeared in front of Tang Monk.
"Holy monk, Dugu Jinghong is willing to help you solve your problems."
Today, Dugu Jinghong and Yuan Shan live a happy and sweet life in the small universe of Qiankun Baojie. Although they have experienced thousands of years of vicissitudes, they have become an inseparable young couple in Qiankun Baojie.
"I am trapped in the human race bag." Tang Seng looked at the sky filled with resentment, "I need you to open the human race bag for me. The Zimu River has the power of endless life, coupled with the care of the distant mountains, Quan, we can definitely rush out!"
" Dugu Jinghong turned into a child-mother river, distant mountains turned into a fetal spring, and the resentment in the human race bag was evaded one after another.
The water from Zhaotai Spring flows into the Zimu River, which is endless. The endless rushing water tears the sky of the human race bag.
Tang Monk saw that the cloth bag of the human race bag appeared under the impact of the Zimu River. The resentment of the human race bag blocked the Zimu River, but was eventually shattered by the Zimu River. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
- Previous pageCatalogNext page