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

Chapter 647 Let Me Go!

"Want to leave?" Tang Seng raised his eyebrows, his face full of disdain.

If these guys fight him desperately, maybe they can still grab a chance.After all, even if the two masters are injured again, the remaining 13 people, as well as their saint power, and their overall strength are still not inferior to Tang Seng.

Really desperate.

It is not so easy for Tang Seng to win them.

But now.

Frustrated several times, the guys collapsed first.

Undoubtedly throwing away their last chance.

How could Tang Seng let go of such an opportunity?
The voice did not fall.

The blood sword exploded again.

This time.

It was aimed at the head of the skull.

The guy's eye sockets were full of will-o'-the-wisps, filled with an extremely violent aura: "You are looking for death!" In an instant, the statue had been separated, and the power of the saint that belonged to him swiped across behind him.

In the nick of time, it became defensive and stopped the blood sword.

'Fortunately, fortunately! '

The skull's mind fluctuated, but he didn't wait for his hanging heart to completely let go.

A light and shadow swept over in front of him.

The air of astonishment did not give him a chance to resist at all, and it already fell heavily on him.

The skull looked at Tang Seng who had already arrived beside him, and wailed: "Don't kill me!"

Tang Seng said calmly: "If it's just you, maybe I'll give you a chance! But you're not alone, so you must die!" Bloody waves swept across.

The bloody big ax transformed by Pan Gu's supernatural power directly hit the guy's forehead.

Even though the guy's skull was strong, he couldn't bear the impact of the saint's supernatural power. With a snap, the guy's skull, together with the body supporting the skull, collapsed directly.

In an instant!
Those two eyeballs that flickered with will-o'-the-wisps immediately went out.

he died!
He died.

The power of the saint he controlled was the same as the power of the saints whose masters had been killed. It fell powerlessly to the ground and remained motionless.

"what!"

"Monk, you are too deceitful!"

"Don't you understand the principle of forgiving and forgiving?"

"Anything, don't do it too extreme, or the final consequences may not be what you want!" The remaining twelve strong men in the world of ghosts and gods all looked at Tang Seng tremblingly.

The body that had been activated a moment ago suddenly stopped.

Things have come to this point.

They knew that Tang Seng and Tang Seng had no choice but to live forever.

Otherwise, if they really want to separate, Tang Seng will definitely break them one by one.

finally!
They all have to die.

At this moment, the compassion in their hearts was extremely strong.Moments later, each of them shouted loudly: "Fight with him!"

"Do you really think we are so easy to bully!"

"This deity has been rampant in the world of ghosts and gods for tens of thousands of years, so is he still afraid of a monster like you?"

"Let's go together!" Seeing the remaining 12 people, they blasted out their aura of explosion.The power of the twelve saints manipulated by them also exploded again.It has to be said that this time, under the unity of will, there is a bit of momentum.

only.

What they faced was Tang Seng.

An existence that cannot be measured by existing cultivation bases.

Tang Seng shook his head: "If you had acted like this just now, you might have found a chance for what you want, but now, I'm sorry, you have no chance."

Suddenly.

Tang Seng's pupils burst out with extremely cold waves.

Facing the encircling 12 people and their power of the twelve saints, he directly pushed the power of the eight saints, raised the blood sword horizontally, and slammed into them heavily.

There was a loud bang.

Under Tang Seng's relentless and brutal arrogance, the power of the twelve saints who bear the brunt of the impact cannot withstand his impact at all.

There was a snap.

The power of these twelve saints was all smashed by such a ferocious breath, or they retreated thousands of feet, or fell heavily on the ground, or tore the void, and they were about to die. Get out of this world.

Of course, the Eight Great Saints who resisted such power were also nailed in place by such power.

but.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Tang Seng soared into the sky, and the blood sword in his palm burned a blood-colored sword light, which fell heavily on the evolved auras of the twelve top powerhouses in the world of ghosts and gods.

boom!
No matter how well prepared these guys are, they will not be able to withstand such an impact.

Not a face to face.

Their aura had already turned into a piece of fragile glass, and it was directly torn apart. Those who were hiding behind this aura all screamed in horror and fell over.

Boom boom boom!
A large piece of ground was crushed to pieces by their bodies.

The scene was already a mess, riddled with holes.

"What a terrible power!"

"Why is this happening!" The 12 people shook their bodies even more, and the previous control force directly exploded.One by one, the subordinates who were hiding in their bodies and helping them burn the power of the saints were forced out of the body by such power.

On the broken ground, there were densely packed skulls and headless skeletons.

As for the 12 people, they were also beaten back to their original forms, and each of them was agitated, showing signs of falling to the pinnacle of quasi-sages.At this moment, their hearts of fear became more and more intense.

At this point, no one cares about anything else!
They all roared angrily and jumped up from the ground.

I saw twelve figures, rolling twelve black rivers, and ran away crazily.

As for the other existences on the ground, they didn't hesitate, they were a little slower, but they jumped up quickly.

Tang Seng didn't pay attention to these people, his deep eyes just fell on the 12 people, and he said in a deep voice: "Leave them all!" With a flick of a finger, dozens of savage breaths burst out directly.

No matter how fast the fleeing 12 people were, they couldn't be faster than his strength.

after all.

They don't talk about maintaining the saint's breath now, even their own breath is already crumbling, and there are signs of being unable to maintain it.

There was no escape at all.

Just listen.

There were bursts of dull impacts in the sky.

These twelve guys fell to the ground again.At the same time, Tang Seng's eight saint powers roared loudly, sweeping towards the sky indiscriminately with brutal power.

Without the hindrance of the saint's power, the other skulls and headless skeletons running in the sky are no different from dust under this fierce aura.One couldn't meet, almost half of the ghost monks exploded directly.

Another breath passed.

Except for a few fish that slipped through the net, and the twelve powerhouses from the world of ghosts and gods lying on the ground, there were no other living creatures on the scene!
For a while!

The sky was up and down, and there was a dead silence.

The twelve strong ghosts and gods mourned: "Monk, we have no hatred in the past and we have no grievances in the present. Don't kill me, okay?"

"Before we were deceived by lard, we didn't know what to do, we were wrong, please, please forgive us! As long as you let us go, from today onwards, you will be our Supreme Master, Heavenly Venerable, Lord Mozun! You are the emperor of our ghost world!"

"Let me go!"

The cruel scene shattered their hearts!

(End of this chapter)