Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 112 The monster appears in the wide river, and the water is shallow!

The light in Tang Sanzan's eyes flashed away, and his tone gradually became serious after he finished speaking.

Do you really think that your Sihai Dragon Clan is a loser?
Dare to hit my idea on Tang San's head, who gave him the courage, Liang Jingru?
Seeing Tang Sanzan's gloomy face, Prince Moang turned pale with shock.

"Damn meow, I made a mistake!"

Prince Mo Ang braced himself and explained: "Holy Monk, I... I am a descendant of the Dragon King, and I am very good at being a mount."

Tang Sanzan stared at him incredulously: "So what? Shall I give you an award?"

"What age is it, who still uses traditional mounts?"

"Everyone wants a car now, a car!"

When Prince Moang heard this, he thought there was hope, and hurriedly said: "Xiaolong knows what the holy monk likes, and has learned the art of transformation many times. Please give the holy monk a chance!"

With that said, Prince Moang cast a spell and transformed into a Hummer exactly like Aaron.

"Fuck, Moang, have you even learned this?"

Aaron was shocked.

You must know that when the master gave him the blueprints, he had to learn for a long time according to the requirements above, and only then did he conjure up the Humvee that the master was satisfied with.

Mo Ang imitated it easily, and it is conceivable that this is a long-planned plan to replace him.

Tang Sanzun looked at the Humvee in front of him and was amazed.

In order to gain the merits of Journey to the West, the West Sea Dragon Clan really took great pains.

But well...

Now Aaron is using it smoothly, and with the blessing of the ancestor dragon Longyuan, the battery life is much stronger than that of dragons like Moang.

Tang Sanzun waved his hand: "Sorry, I don't like licking dogs, I'd better kill them!"

Moang:? ? ?
Are you so decisive?

"Wait a moment!"

Moang shouted: "Holy Monk, I admit that I did something wrong by pretending to be Ao Lie to deceive you, but I don't understand why you had to choose Ao Lie, a loser, when you clearly have a better choice?"

When A-Long heard this, his eyes burned with anger: "Who are you talking about?"

Follow me on this green tea thing?
Tang Sanbian yawned: "Aaron, for the sake of Moang being considered your brother, give him a chance to rest in peace!"

Prince Mo Ang didn't understand what Tang San Zan said.

Aaron snorted coldly, and immediately activated the Ancestral Dragon Longyuan in his body, and suddenly a majestic Ancestral Dragon pressure emanated from Aaron's body.

"This...this is?"

Mo Ang's face changed suddenly. As the prince of Xihai, he actually felt a trembling from the soul from Aaron!

Blood pressure!
Only these four words can explain it!

Moang looked at Aaron in horror. Under this pressure, he directly showed the prototype of the black dragon and crawled on the ice of Tongtian River.

"Impossible, you, a hybrid dragon with impure blood, how could you return to your ancestors?"

The cultivation of dragons is different from that of other races, as other races all want to evolve.

And the dragon clan has only one goal of cultivation.

Throwback!

The ancestral dragon is the ultimate goal of every dragon clan’s practice!

It's just that in today's world environment, even the strongest East Sea Dragon King among the four sea dragons has only evolved to the point of Qinglong.

Because the way of heaven does not allow the second ancestor dragon to appear in the world!
But the scene in front of him had to make Mo Ang believe that Ao Lie was indeed ahead of other dragons.

As long as he is given time to practice, he may have the opportunity to completely transform into the only ancestor dragon in the world in the future!
Thinking of this, Prince Moang's eyes filled with fire.

Merits of Journey to the West!

It must be the merits of Journey to the West that allowed Ao Lie to escape the shackles of heaven and have the opportunity to return to his ancestors!

"Okay, don't say I didn't give you face, now you can rest in peace!"

Tang Sanzong waved his hand, too lazy to say anything more.

Don't look at the fact that Prince Xihai sounds awesome.

But now in the Three Realms, whoever has some ability can treat the Dragon Clan like a green onion?
Even if the Dragon King of Xihai dared to jump in front of him, he would still kill him!

The Xiantian Lingbao in the hands of the three apprentices pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!"

"Da da da, da da da."

"Boom!"

Under the blessing of the three innate spiritual treasure weapons, Prince Moang was beaten into a sieve before he had time to react, and he couldn't die any more.

"Amitabha, sin, sin!"

"Prayer, if you dare to attack me, I will make my father seek an explanation from Buddhism!"

Mo Ang's soul floated in the air, roaring with a ferocious face.

"You want an explanation? How dare you ask for an explanation?"

Tang Sanzan tilted his neck, as if hearing some joke, his mouth let out a jerky sound.

"The poor monk's work has always been to cut grass and roots, so you can go at ease, we will take good care of your corpse!"

As soon as the words fell, Tang Sanzan was about to activate the dragon tattoo on his shoulders.

But before he could make a move, the miniature version of the Crystal Palace that he got at Heishuihe suddenly came out of him.

The moment it touched Mo'ang's soul, the extremely hard Crystal Palace split open...

A strong suction erupted from the Crystal Palace, and Mo Ang's soul was sucked in without even a scream!

Tang Sanzan took a strange look at the miniature version of the Crystal Palace.

I saw the Crystal Palace with its shell peeled off, like a pagoda that has been peeled off and only its base is left.

On the base, there are two characters engraved with silver hooks and iron paintings - Buddha!
Buddha!

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda?

When the sage retired and the Western religion was renamed Buddhism, it was predicted that Buddhism would build a seven-story pagoda to suppress the world in the future.

It's just that from the time of conferring gods to the present, Buddhism has not built the so-called seven-level pagoda.

Could it be that the so-called seven-story pagoda already existed?

But no one knows yet?
Looking at the obviously incomplete pagoda, Tang Sanzan was a little dazed.

This pagoda only has a base, which had the effect of sealing other people's spiritual power in the Black Water River back then.

It's just that Tang Sanzan has never found a way to use it. He didn't expect to absorb Mo Ang's soul now, and unexpectedly let it appear as a prototype.

"Master, what kind of treasure is this? Prince Mo'ang disappeared from this world just now?"

Aaron's face was horrified.

The shadow that the Crystal Palace in Tang Sanzan's hands brought to him at the bottom of the Blackwater River has not dissipated.

Now it is frightening to absorb Mo Ang again.

This scene made Aaron feel bad all over.

Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujin were equally shocked, and looked over curiously.

Tang Sanzun tried to communicate with the pagoda, and even used the bloody method of recognizing the owner by dripping blood.

But after the pagoda absorbed the blood, there was no movement.

Like a dead thing, it lay quietly in his palm.

"I don't know much about it yet, I can only wait and see in the future."

Tang Sanzun shook his head without being entangled, and then his eyes fell on Mo Ang's corpse under his feet.

Tang Sanzun licked his lips, now the Journey to the West team's taste has been spoiled, it's not like eating monster meat has no appetite.

"Dragon meat..."

"Little Zhuzhu, put away this dragon meat, and wait for the Tongtian River to pass, and I will try the skills you have learned for my teacher!"

After dealing with Prince Moang's accident, Tang Sanzan and the others continued on their way.

When they were about to cross the river, the ice broke and a large hole was formed.

But fortunately, it was broken beside it, not under the feet.

Sun Xingzhe muttered: "There are so many moths that reach the sky!"

While talking, an old turtle floated out of the ice hole.

Zhu Bajie curled his lips: "There are indeed many moths, there are three monsters in a river."

"It really matches that sentence. When the waves are big, fish will jump out. When the water is deep, dragons will appear. When the river is wide, monsters will appear. When the water is shallow, there will be many tortoises!"

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