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

Chapter 1241
After Murong Qian finished speaking, she didn't act immediately.

The two elders beside him also did not move.

Tang Seng's heart moved, could it be that he was waiting for reinforcements?

He let go of his divine sense, and looked in the direction of the Spirit Sword Gate, and sure enough, he saw four or five hundred disciples rushing towards this direction, only more than 300 miles away.

Moreover, from Murong Qian's words, he could also hear that the Spirit Sword Sect didn't know that he did it just now, and thought it was Abbot Huixin who brought more than 200 disciples from Puji Temple to defeat the few with more victories. The cultivation base of the dozen or so people.

In this case, hum...

Thinking so, Tang Seng stepped forward and stood in front of Huixin: "If you want to destroy Puji Temple, you have to step over the corpse of the poor monk first."

"Junior, if you are in a hurry to find death, don't be in a hurry, someone will send you to the west."

Murong Qian glanced at Tang Seng, and saw that this young monk was only at the Nascent Soul Realm, he was just a young monk who couldn't hold back his anger.

I didn't care at all.

But Tang Seng said in a cold voice: "Murong Qian, I'll give you one last chance. Now, either get out of the way, or die, you can choose one!"

"Junior, I wanted you to live a little longer, but you asked for death yourself. Let's start with you!"

Murong Qian snorted coldly, and with a gesture, a finger shot out of his hand and shot at Tang Seng.

Tang Seng didn't dodge or dodge, facing the wind of the finger, he punched it. Almost at the same time, his figure burst out like lightning.

boom……

Zhifeng collided with his fist, and immediately disappeared into nothingness.

And Tang Seng also arrived in front of Murong Qian in the blink of an eye, and punched him in the chest with a bang.

Murong Qian was slightly surprised, but still didn't think too much, a sneer appeared on her lips, and she also punched Tang Seng's fist.

The two fists collided, Tang Seng smashed Murong Qian's fist with a fist that surpassed steel, and then his forearm, upper arm, all facing his fist were instantly shattered, and then the punch landed on Murong Qian's chest.

Click.

Murong Qian's chest collapsed, and then a hole was punched out by the fist, and blood flowed out.

One punch!
Murong Qian fell.

Now that he had already made a move, Tang Seng showed no mercy, and with a gesture, he punched the elder Du Tianpeng again.

At this moment, Du Tianpeng was terrified, he couldn't believe his eyes.

how can that be possible?
The sect master Murong Qian, who had already reached the late stage of fusion, was punched and killed by this little monk who was only at the Nascent Soul stage.

Impossible!

His thought only came this far, and Tang Seng's fist had already arrived.

Du Tianpeng was only in the mid-stage of Fusion, and facing such a terrifying punch, he didn't dare to face Tang Seng head-on. Years of fighting experience made him subconsciously retreat quickly.

His speed was not uncomfortably fast, he could escape to a safe distance almost in a blink of an eye.

However, Tang Seng's speed is faster!

Even though Du Tianpeng's figure flew back, his punch still landed firmly.

Boom.

As if it was a replica of Murong Qian's punch, Du Tianpeng was killed by Tang Seng's punch again.

The next moment, Tang Seng didn't stop at all, and went straight to chase after the third elder, Shen Fanglin, who had turned around and fled.

Shen Fanglin is the weakest of the three elders of the Spirit Sword Sect, but he has just entered the Fusion Realm, so he is much weaker than the second elder, Ge Xiu.

Even Murong Qian, Du Tianpeng and Ge Xiu couldn't escape Tang Seng's punch, let alone Shen Fanglin.

This person only escaped a distance of more than ten feet, and Tang Seng had already caught up with him, and he punched Shen Fanglin directly on the back of the heart.

It's not that Shen Fanglin doesn't want to hide, it's that he simply can't.

This punch, without any fanfare, stably punched Shen Fanglin out of a big hole and fell to the ground.

Three punches killed the three strong men of the Spirit Sword Sect. Tang Seng suddenly turned around and looked into the distance.

Five or six miles away, the hundreds of disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect who swarmed over had stopped, looking at this side one by one in horror.

When Tang Seng turned around, those disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect unexpectedly ran away at the same time.

The speed is not uncomfortably fast, and he doesn't even have the thought of a decisive battle with Tang Seng, let alone revenge for several high-level leaders of the Spirit Sword Sect.

"Humph!"

Tang Seng snorted coldly, and chased forward in a flash. In the air, dozens of flying swords had shot out like lightning, killing those disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.

The gap of four or five miles is almost useless.

Tang Seng's figure also arrived before the dozens of flying swords. He did not know when he was holding a sword in his hand, and he was slashing wide open and wide.

There was no tolerance or pity in his heart.

Murderers are always killed.

If it wasn't for the fact that form is better than people, and I am here, I am afraid that these hundreds of disciples from the Spirit Sword Sect have all started besieging and killing the monks of Puji Temple.

As a result, there can only be one, Puji Temple, as Murong Qian said, destroys the door!
If a person has evil thoughts in his heart, the stronger his strength, the more destructive the evil he creates will be to others.

To punish evil is to promote good.

Tang Seng upheld this thought and began to kill.

Of the hundreds of disciples who rushed over, some were at the stage of transforming gods and nascent souls, and more were at the golden core stage.

Tang Seng guessed that most of the elite disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect should have come here. Otherwise, if the strength of the Spirit Sword Sect was stronger, they would have gone to destroy Puji Temple long ago.

After a cup of tea, Tang Seng had ended the battle.

There were two groups of people from Spirit Sword Sect, and none of them slipped through the net.

All were killed by Tang Monk.

The only ones who are still alive are the dozen or so people whose cultivation has been crippled.

Perhaps for a cultivator, he once possessed powerful magic power, but now he is just a cripple. This huge gap is even more painful than death.

Tang Seng didn't go to kill them all. As for the remaining disciples in the Spirit Sword Sect, he didn't intend to kill them all.

At this time, everyone in Puji Temple, including Huixin, witnessed Tang Seng's strength.

The scene just now, although compared to the scene of killing monsters in Puji Temple, has more shortcomings.

But that time it was a monster, but this time it was a monk, a human being!

Tang Seng killed absolutely some of the strongest members of the Spirit Sword Sect with his own power. This ruthlessness makes people shudder when they look at it.

"Abbot, it's time to clean up the battlefield!"

Back to Huixin, Tang Seng said.

"Amitabha, Xuanzang, to get rid of evil is not to seek profit, and those belongings can not be taken from Puji Temple!" Hui Xin said with clasped hands.

Tang Seng shook his head and chuckled: "If you don't take it, don't take it, leave it to the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect, let them get those cultivation resources, and then grow up quickly, seek revenge from the disciples of Puji Temple!"

When Tang Seng said this, the expression on Huixin's face changed for a while, and after a few breaths, he shouted to the disciples in the temple: "Clean up the battlefield, don't leave a single spirit stone to the Spirit Sword Gate."

(End of this chapter)