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

"Young man, do you want revenge?"

Sage Zhunti's seductive words rang in Tangshan's ears.

Tangshan, who was still aggrieved at first, suddenly raised his head and became alert instantly.

Although the Tang family is nothing compared to the four major families in Laifu City, it still depends on who they are compared with!
In addition to the four major families, the Tang family is also somewhat famous!

Especially Tangshan, he is a famous genius in the Tang family!
The person who can appear in front of him quietly...besides the four major families, are there anyone else?

Tangshan said warily: "Who are you?"

Saint Zhunti narrowed his eyes slightly: "I created this world, you can call me the Creator!"

"Creator?" Tangshan still didn't believe it.

Saint Zhunti waved his hand lightly, and an extremely powerful force suddenly poured into Tangshan's body. In an instant, his cultivation level directly broke through to the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal!

But it's not over yet!
As Zhunti penetrated a Daluo Law into Tangshan's body, his cultivation level had already pierced the window paper at the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal in an instant, and he jumped directly to Daluo Golden Immortal!

this moment.

Tangshan suddenly found that he knew a little more about Laifucheng.

Saint’s little world…

Tangshan reacted instantly and looked at Saint Zhunti with intense eyes.

"thump!"

Tangshan fell to his knees on the ground without even needing to say anything else.

"Disciple Tangshan, I am willing to go through fire and water for my master!"

This is a big thigh!
Tangshan has realized that the strength of the person in front of him is countless times stronger than that bald donkey who doesn't want him!
Jie Jie Jie!

When I succeed in my cultivation in Tangshan, I will definitely kill that bald donkey to wash away today's shame!

I used to be submissive, but in the future I will fight hard!
Saint Zhunti saw the flash of gloom in Tangshan's eyes and nodded with satisfaction.

He had hatred for Tang Sanzong...

The best thing about this is that there is no need for him to find any excuse for brainwashing.

"Now that this small world created by this holy place has been integrated with the three realms, you will leave with me for the time being. I will arrange for you to take action against the monk at that time!"

Saint Zhunti raised his hand, and his magic power rolled up Tangshan and disappeared into Laifu City. In an instant, he appeared in the stone monument space of Shuiliandong.

Through the space of the stone monument, Tangshan can see the outside world.

Tang Sanzong, Patriarch Bodhi, and several disciples were sitting in the water curtain cave, followed by Xiao Chuihuo, Ye Bufan and Lin Fudang.

It's just that at this moment, the three-surnamed family is like a servant and has no qualifications to sit down!
Seeing this scene, Tangshan was slightly shocked.

"The strength of this bald donkey is indeed not weak. Even if the patriarch of the three surnamed families breaks through to Daluo Jinxian, he can only be a servant."

Tangshan couldn't help but clenched his fists.

"Let's go." Saint Zhunti's voice suddenly sounded.

Tang Shan froze for a moment.

go?
"This place has lost its value. When I come back, I will just take back everything here."

As Zhunti's words fell, the space inside the stone tablet began to collapse.

Rumble!
The sound spread from inside the stele space to outside the space, attracting the attention of several people buried in Tang San.

Patriarch Bodhi secretly raised his magic power, and the pressure of the quasi-sage level swept across instantly.

"Haha... don't be so nervous."

Saint Zhunti's voice sounded, and then he appeared in the Water Curtain Cave, followed by Tang Shan.

He looked at Tang San Zan and said, "Tang San Zan, I didn't expect you to actually break the shackles of this Saint's small world..."

"Did the Demonic Pestle fall into your hands?"

Tang San buried his bald head and started talking nonsense: "What's the magic pestle?"

Saint Zhunti snorted coldly: "Don't rush to quibble. Apart from you, I can't think of anyone else in Laifu City who dares to take my things!"

Tang Sanzian spread his hands: "You said I took something, so I took it?"

"Do you have any evidence?"

Without saying a word, Saint Zhunti waved his palm lightly, and a curtain of light emerged.Above is the scene where Tang San was suppressing Li Tianba in Laifu City. Everyone could see that the Demonic Pestle given by Saint Zhunti fell into Tang San's hands.

Faced with such irrefutable evidence, Tang Sanzang waved his hands without any panic and said with white teeth: "What you see with your eyes may not be true!"

"You are such a saint, it is so easy to make fake things."

Tang Sanzian directly took out the Dang Mo Pestle from the system and showed it off in front of everyone.

"This is obviously the trophy I snatched from Li Tianba, so why does it become yours?"

When Saint Zhunti heard this, his expression suddenly froze.

This is an innate spiritual treasure!

How could Li Tianba, a bastard from a small world, have such a thing?

Tang Sanzian continued: "Let's see, this poor monk doesn't like to take advantage of others."

"According to the rules of our three realms, whoever's treasure naturally listens to whose words it is."

"I put the pestle on the ground, and whoever it wants to be with will be its treasure. What do you think?"

Although Saint Zhunti felt unhappy, he couldn't just snatch it away.

What's more, there is an ancestor Bodhi watching eagerly at the scene.

Now that he has left the stele space, his cultivation level is at the pinnacle of quasi-sage in the Three Realms.

If he really wanted to take action, he was not sure of victory.

And there is also Tang Sanzong whose cultivation level fluctuates between high and low...

Saint Zhunti nodded reluctantly.

Tang Sanzong placed the Demonic Pstle on the ground and said, "Now you are free, you can fly in the direction of whoever you want to follow."

After the words fell, Saint Zhunti immediately silently activated the method of using the magic pestle to summon it back...

Ok?
Why is there no movement from the swinging magic pestle?

Saint Zhunti did not believe in evil and immediately used his method again.

But the magic pestle remained motionless...

Saint Zhunti's expression immediately changed.

Why doesn't my demon pestle listen to me?

He urged again.

Prompt.

Promote...

Unlike the anxious Saint Zhunti, on Tang San's side, he didn't activate any magic power. He just shouted towards Dang Mochu: "Dang Mochu, come back!"

Swish!
Like an obedient child, the Dangmo pestle turned into a stream of light and returned to Tang Sanzang's hand.

"Look at it, the poor monk will say this is my treasure, right?"

"You are such a saint, how can you still do such a thing to steal other people's treasures?"

Boil!
Zhunti Saint directly broke through the defense.

His tone choked, and he immediately said: "Tang Sanzong, I don't care whether you got help from Saint Tongtian or from the Confucian Academy."

"This swinging magic pestle is mine!"

"Oh? Is your name engraved on this magic pestle?"

"no!"

The veins on Saint Zhunti's face are about to pop out.

He is such a dignified saint. When did he use a magic weapon and have his name engraved on it?
Who in the three realms doesn’t know that the magic pestle is his quasi-trick magic weapon?

But Tang Sanzong spread his hands and said, "Since your name is not on it, then things are a bit troublesome."

As he spoke, Tang Sanzong directly raised his hand to carve his name on the magic pestle, and then showed it in front of Saint Zhunti.

"Now, this magic weapon has a name on it. Don't make a mistake in the future." (End of Chapter)