I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

Chapter 668 One Palm Super Monk Xuanzang Subdues Demons

"Don't think so much."

Croya put away the realm gate with a relaxed expression on his face.

"I heard that the Xingyue community is about to be promoted to three digits. We are not in a hurry to build a grand alliance of class rulers. Why do we have to compete with this kind of god-level overlord? It is better to prepare step by step. Go talk to the next ruler of the East."

"Let's fix the current alliance first." Takaaki Kasukabe also saw it very clearly, "Our foundation is still too shallow, and our reputation is not enough. Only by making impressive achievements can we "Akadi" The sub'major coalition really came together."

"How do Canary, Star Sea Dragon King and Fantasy Carpenter think of the 'Dystopia' Demon King?" Croya asked.

"They didn't react too much, and they didn't plan to make a move." Canary frowned slightly, obviously having hit a snag on this: "At present, the impact of dystopia will not spread to other regions, so the Dragon King and The Carpe Die is more or less like watching from the sidelines."

"That is to say, we can only rely on the strength of 'Arcadia' itself." Kasukabe Takaaki sighed, deeply feeling the heavy responsibility on his shoulders: "Canary, this duel must not be lost. Otherwise, even if you become a stratum ruler in the end, you are just working for others."

"Don't worry, Xiaoming." With a confident smile on Canary's face, she assured: "As soon as we go back, we will start planning to spread the plague to the parallel world outside with the gift of the God of Death. As long as the dystopia is cut off If there is any possibility, the Demon King will naturally be defeated by himself!"

"I believe in Canary." Croya was also ready to deal with Canary's aftermath, "At least, I can win this time."

"Then leave it to you, remember to tell me if you encounter any difficulties."

Kasukabe Takaaki took it for granted that he was the hands-off shopkeeper, and looked down at the complicated carving drawings.

He is currently developing a gift called 'Life Directory', and he really can't spare too much energy to deal with other things.

For Takaaki Kasukabe, the success of this research is not only for the community, but also for his daughter who stayed outside Hakoba.

Due to genetic reasons, his daughter Kasukabe Yao suffered from muscular dystrophy, and now she has lost the ability to walk and can only sit in a wheelchair.

Although the world Takaaki Kasukabe lives in is a future era with advanced technology, he is still at a loss for such intractable diseases on the human body.

But it doesn't matter, the problems that cannot be solved by technology will be solved by Mystery, and he is sure to make his daughter stand up again by relying on the "Life Directory".

But the question now is how he can express the process of life evolution in the form of sculpture, so that it can be recognized by Hakoniwa Center.

"This won't work, it's too bulky... This won't work, it won't build a complete concept... I may need a new design."

Seeing this, Canary and Croya lowered their voices to avoid disturbing Takaaki Kasukabe's thinking.

"Before you go back, buy some more gifts for the children at home, Croya..."

But before the girl finished speaking, a loud bang from a distance covered her voice, and also shocked Kasukabe Takaaki.

"What's going on!?" The sloppy sculptor raised his head blankly, scratching his messy hair with his hands.

Croya looked in the direction where the voice came from, and said, "That's where the community 'Seven Heavenly Saints' resides."

"The former demon king community?" Canary patted her chest with lingering fear, "I haven't been in contact with them yet, and it seems that they are not very easy to get along with. After all, they are the seven demon saints who dare to fight against the gods. You Rong, set a good example for future generations."

At the same time, on the martial arts arena of the Seven Heavenly Saints Community.

The demon saints who Canary regarded as role models looked dignified, their eyes fixed on Xuanzang Sanzang, and their eyes were full of hesitation.

"How is it possible? How could she be stronger than the second brother!?" Jia Ling exclaimed, his face full of disbelief.

"The second brother is stronger than the eldest sister in terms of strength alone." Jiao Liu also couldn't understand, "It is not impossible that there are people of the same level who can head-to-head with the second brother, but those existences are all born from different species of heaven and earth, prehistoric beasts, why is this female monk Can you be evenly matched with the second brother, or even have a slight upper hand?"

Just now, after the Bull Demon King and Xuanzang Sanzang stepped onto the ring, both sides made a few tentative moves each, carefully exploring the truth.

Afterwards, the Bull Demon King, who was eager to win, chose to act first, intending to rely on his proud strength to establish the final victory in one fell swoop.

"Mage be careful, watch the fist!"

"Good time, look at me Dawei Tianlong!!"

Facing the bull that was rushing towards him at such a high speed like a high-speed rail, Xuanzang Sanzang caught the fist with his palm, and with incalculable brute force, he knocked the opponent back the same way.

The arena under his feet was torn apart. The Bull Demon King gasped heavily, swung his sore, numb and painful wrists, and forcibly suppressed the look of pain on his face.

He looked up at Xuanzang Sanzang opposite, and saw that the other party was still calmly holding the Buddhist ceremony, as if the fierce collision just now had never happened.

Xuanzang Sanzang has a tall and well-proportioned figure, and his face is also very friendly. No matter how he looks, he doesn't look like the type who is good at competing for strength.

But just now, the Bull Demon King saw with his own eyes that Xuanzang Sanzang's painting style changed in an instant, and became a hardcore JO style.

"It's so powerful. It's the first time I met a human being stronger than my old cow. Is it a gift related to King Kong or Arhat?"

"It's just a stronger version of the crop handle."

Xuanzang Sanzang replied humbly, maintaining a smile like a spring breeze.

"If the benefactor of the cow really cares, why not call it the Great Vajra Palm."

It can only be said that everyone in Xingyue has a melee dream.

Especially for archers and mages, it is an old tradition to not do their job properly.

Although Xuanzang Sanzang is a mage on the surface, it is actually a special lady crane produced by Xingyue Heavy Industry, a limited edition of muscle and demon monks.

"Great Vajra Palm? I remember."

The Bull Demon King nodded solemnly, raised his hands and cupped his fists to invite Xuanzang Sanzang.

"Master Xuanzang, the venue for the competition has been damaged, why don't we decide the winner in the next move?"

"No problem." Xuanzang Sanzang said politely: "You should attack first. The purpose of the little monk is to convince your brothers and sisters."

"Hahahahaha..."

The Bull Demon King laughed loudly, feeling more fond of Xuanzang Sanzang in his heart.

Compared with intrigue and conspiracy, he prefers this straightforward communication method.

If he really loses, it is because his skills are not as good as others, and he can only blame him for not being up to date, and there is nothing to say.

"Master, you are really a real person, regardless of the outcome of this competition, you are my friend, I will admit it!"

"Amitabha." The smile on Xuanzang Sanzang's face became thicker, "It is my honor to be recognized by the bull donor."

Jia Ling and Jiao Liu also nodded secretly.

Although I still have a lot of opinions on Buddhism in my heart, I have a preliminary recognition of Xuanzang Tripitaka.

Of course, the victory of the gift game still has to be won, and even because of the recognition of Xuanzang Sanzang, it is even more impossible to lose.

Because of this, even if the task is missed, Xuanzang Sanzang is not responsible, and it will not be difficult to do after returning to Buddhism.

"Second brother is going to show his real skills." Jialing looked expectant, guessing: "Will it be the gift of 'controlling all weapons freely'?"

"Why not the gift of banana fan?" Jiao Liu disagreed, "Second brother's physical skills are terrible, how good it is to use a strong wind to directly fan the opponent."

However, the choice of the Bull Demon King made Jia Ling and Jiao Liu unexpected, and they could only shout in their hearts, "Sure enough, the second brother is steady." '

"Master Xuanzang, please be careful!"

In order to win the victory, the Bull Demon King decided to use his ability to press the bottom of the box.

"Although I, Lao Niu, is famous for his strength, his ability to walk the rivers and lakes is illusion!"

Accompanied by the roar of the Bull Demon King, he scattered a large number of formation flags casually, and projected them to the corresponding positions like darts.

"Illusion and neon clothes, wandering around making wine, flowers blooming in an instant, butterfly dreaming of Zhuangzhou. This is the world of dreams, the slit between reality and reality, a big formation of demons and ghosts, rise up!"

In an instant, mist suddenly rose from the arena, and the scene in front of Xuanzang Sanzang also underwent earth-shaking changes, as if the world had changed.

What appeared in front of her was a familiar vast desert with red sun and lonely smoke in the desert, and Yumen Pass behind it.

Here is the starting point of her journey to the west, and also the end point of the whole journey back. It is an unforgettable place for Xuanzang Sanzang in this life.

Seeing Xuanzang Sanzang being swallowed up by the illusion, Miss He showed a nervous look on her face, and she poked Nezha quietly with her dexterous fingers.

"Master Xuanzang is fine, isn't she? In the past, she has always been amiable in the community. Can she really win against the former Demon King?"

"Don't worry, Miss He." Nezha's face remained unchanged, and he complained, "Don't look at her merciful appearance, it wasn't like that when she traveled west."

The hot wind roared, blowing up hot sand and hitting his face randomly. Even the air was distorted under the scorching sun.

"It's such a real illusion, without even the slightest flaw. It's worthy of being the Great Sacred Bull Demon King of Pingtian."

Xuanzang Sanzang sighed and rushed towards the west of the desert. She had already guessed the solution to the illusion.

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dreams and lightning, and should be viewed as such."

"This illusion is based on the memory of the little monk. It wants me to go on the journey to the West again."

"Since this is the case, the Bull Demon King should be in the Flaming Mountain at this time."

Xuanzang Sanzang still remembered the road, and he swatted away the monsters he bumped into while galloping.

"Majestic Heavenly Dragon! Da Luo Dharma Mantra! World Honored One Ksitigarbha! Prajna Buddhas! Prajna Ba Ma Hum!"

For a while, Xuanzang Sanzang played the difficult Journey to the West as a speedrun version, and no monster of illusion was her all-in-one enemy.

The handsome monkey who was crushed under Wuzhi Mountain saw Xuanzang Sanzang flashing past in front of him, and hurriedly shouted.

"Master! Master!! You are here, save my old grandson, so that my old grandson can guarantee you to go to the west..."

However, Xuanzang Sanzang did not stop there, and disappeared completely in a flash, making the monkey look stupid.

On the Flame Mountain, the Bull Demon King looked down at the surging sea of ​​flames in front of him, his eyes flickering with contemplation.

While constructing the illusion, he happened to see a part of the memory of Xuanzang Tripitaka, and he was puzzled.

"Why is that guy with a rough face and a thunderous mouth called Sun Wukong? My old cow's eldest sister is a beautiful girl. The Monkey King can't be like this."

"The power of the Buddha is fully activated!"

Just when the Bull Demon King was in doubt, there was a shout full of vitality from the high sky, and the bergamot with the '卍' printed on it smashed down on his head.

"Take a good look at what is the blessing of the Buddha! Five Elements Mountain Sakyamuni Tathagata Palm!!"

In order to ensure victory, Xuanzang Sanzang secretly increased the extent of borrowing power from the Enlightened One, and directly came a super monk with one palm.

The Flame Mountain burning with the true fire of samadhi was extinguished by the palm fan, and the consciousness body of the Bull Demon King was crushed into dust.

The illusion array disintegrated, and the Bull Demon King who cast the illusion also suffered a violent backlash, knelt down on one knee, and spurted blood wildly.

"Second brother!" Jia Ling exclaimed, "What happened? Why did the illusionary formation suddenly collapse?"

Jiao Liu instantly appeared beside the Bull Demon King, and while helping him up, he handed him the holy medicine for healing.

"Cough, cough, cough." After swallowing the elixir, the Bull Demon King calmed down and waved his hand: "It's okay, third brother."

"Second brother, are you seriously injured?" Jia Ling also jumped onto the ring and performed healing techniques.

The Bull Demon King shook his head, apologetic: "I'm sorry, Fourth Sister. I'm not up to snuff, I lost."

"It doesn't matter, second brother." Jia Ling replied while casting a spell: "As long as you are fine, we can figure out a solution for the task."

"Amitabha." Xuanzang Sanzang walked over slowly, "I'm sorry, Lord Niu. The little monk finally lost his strength and hurt you."

"Where is the mage talking?" The Bull Demon King responded with a smile: "Fist and feet have no eyes, how can anyone not get hurt in a competition? This small injury doesn't matter."

"I'm relieved, little monk." Xuanzang Sanzang expressed relief, and said, "There is no rush for the task, we will wait for the cow benefactor to recover from his injuries."

"Thank you, Master Xuanzang, for your mercy." The Bull Demon King folded his palms together and made a Buddhist ceremony, "I will be back to normal within two or three days at the most."

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Four-digit exterior door, West End.

The old man of the mountain stood outside the fog of the 'locked world' and threw the fire of hell into it.

The rootless fire burned for a while, then gradually weakened, and finally disappeared into a handful of flames.

"Spiritual depletion? It's not like the depletion caused by the baptism of time, but the spiritual depletion at the spiritual level."

The old man on the mountain felt something, raised his hand to touch the locked fog, and was blocked by an invisible barrier, but after wrapping it with dead air, it was unimpeded.

"Sure enough, the so-called closed fog is the spiritual fog, and the barrier that blocks the west is actually the boundary between materialism and idealism."

Surging with death energy, the old man of the mountain raised his sword and stepped into the dense fog, like a god of death wandering in the foggy area.

Chapter 669 The Old Man on the Mountain's Foggy Area

There was silence in the fog.

There was a gray fog in front of my eyes.

The dense and thick fog flows slowly, and I don't know where it leads.

It makes people feel as if they have come to the underworld and are going to the gate of life and death.

The visibility in the foggy area does not exceed two steps, and ordinary lights cannot illuminate it, making it easy for people walking in it to lose their way.