"Not like this~"

This elegant and peaceful voice suddenly sounded in Tang Sanzang's spiritual sea of ​​consciousness, but it made Tang Sanzang's eyes widen subconsciously.

"who?!"

Subconsciously, Tang Sanzang condensed his own image in the sea of ​​consciousness on the Lingtai, and his eyes looked back and forth, trying to find the source of the sound.

The sound just now was not coming from the outside world, but was clearly heard in the spiritual sea of ​​consciousness.

No response...

Tang Sanzang, who had absolute control over his own spiritual platform sea of ​​consciousness, failed to find any strange phenomena in the spiritual platform sea of ​​consciousness, as if everything was as usual.

In the vast spiritual platform sea of ​​consciousness, there is still a gray above, and the lower below is like the earth. In this extremely desolate area, only a bare tree stands tall, lonely and as lonely as ever.

As we traveled westward, under the nourishment of a large amount of Three Lights Divine Water, the tree of Fortune had already begun to show its posture of supporting the sky and supporting the sky without realizing it.

But I don’t know if I inherited the will of Tang Sanzang, but the tree of fate is bare. The only few leaves grew out of their childhood, and then they seemed to have exhausted their potential and no more leaves were produced.

Tang Sanzang was quite envious of the fate of the tree. After all, it still had a few green leaves hanging on the tree branches, and he really didn't grow any grass.

"Yu'er, have you heard other people talking in the sea of ​​consciousness on the spiritual platform just now?" Tang Sanzang asked Ao Yu on the side.

"Hmm? No."

Ao Yu's answer was somewhat beyond Tang Sanzang's expectations.

However, Tang Sanzang didn't believe that it was an illusion just now, where did the voice... come from?

Who is it?!

Tang Sanzang's thoughts changed drastically, but several possible goals emerged, and they turned out to be cut off one by one...

No!

Suddenly, a light of inspiration flashed in his mind, and a name appeared in Tang Sanzang's heart.

But...is this really possible?

If Maitreya Buddha could still have relics and some golden dust left, then this person should be nothing now in the world. He... has no reason to be alive.

However... a certain intuition in the dark, coupled with the inexplicable familiarity of the elegant and peaceful voice just now, Tang Sanzang's heart was gradually leaning towards this almost impossible fact.

...

At the same time, there are thousands of rays of rays that have always existed in ancient times, and the floating white clouds seem to evolve into the space where the Daluo Golden Immortal cannot understand the Tao.

"Fellow Daoist, you are a little bit of a violation of the rules."

"How could it be? Just now, the monk just said to himself inadvertently." A man who lay on the white cloud, with compassion and light on his body replied disapprovingly.

"Do you really think that we are deaf and blind?"

"Mencius does not lie, but I did say something unintentionally. Why should the donor chat? If you have some time, it would be better for me to have another conversation with the donor to comfort you, how about it?"

"snort!"

With a cold snorkeling, this mysterious and extraordinary space once again returned to calm, among the white clouds, there were vague figures with different postures floating in it.

...

In the Yellow Flower Temple, the golden centipede, listening to Tang Sanzang's words willing to bow his head and be killed, and the golden centipede caught a trace of horror from Tang Sanzang's eyes, whose expression seemed a little dull, but couldn't help laughing and said.

"The Holy Monk was probably misunderstood something. Even if you are not Jin Chanzi, I have never planned to let you get out of Huanghua Temple."

After saying that, the multi-eyed golden centipede stepped on her feet and instantly crossed the distance between her and Tang Sanzang and her stance, and took the lead in lightly pointing towards Sha Seng.

Shoot the horse first!

Of course, the thought of the multi-eyed golden centipede was not aimed at Ao Yu, but was about to knock down the "big brother" that he was most afraid of.

For a moment, with the multi-eyed golden centipede taking action, a smell of fragrance mixed with a little fragrance scent appeared. A purple-gold color appeared in the finger that was lightly pointed towards Sha Monk.

poison!

Sha Seng never expected that he would always be ignored, but became the first target for the multi-eyed golden centipede to take action.

Fortunately, Sha Seng, who has always been honest and honest, has never relaxed his vigilance even though he doesn't have many opportunities to take action. With the demon-subduing pestle in his hand lifted, a crescent-shaped sharp blade on one side cuts to the fingers of the multi-eyed golden centipede.

At the same time, the monkey and Ao Yu pulled and protected Tang Sanzang to retreat to avoid the "five evil insects to the prehistoric times" of the unknown magical powers and methods that caused the golden centipede to injure Tang Sanzang.

As for Zhu Bajie, this time he was not as lazy as usual. While the multi-eyed golden centipede attacked Sha Monk, the nine-toothed rake in his hand hoe straight towards the head of the multi-eyed golden centipede. The cold light flashed and his power was extraordinary.

Tang Sanzang and his party's reactions were all seen by the multi-eyed golden centipede, but the doubts in their hearts subsided three more.

‘I really guessed it right just now. The rolling curtain general and Marshal Tianpeng were brave and responsible, while the little monkey was responsible for protecting the six-winged cicada. It seems that after entering Western Buddhism, these six-winged cicadas not only have their supernatural powers and powers, but now after reincarnation, they have become monks without any power...’

"But that's right. After all, Western Buddhism has always been doing this. It's strange that the six-winged cicada can protect itself."

"It just so happens that I will give you a happy journey today, and let me enter my stomach, the six-winged cicada!!!"

Just a moment of thought, I saw the finger that was originally pointing towards Sha Seng in vain. The purple and golden color floating above it quickly passed through a trace in the air. Not only did I avoid the crescent blade of the Demon-Subduing Pestle, I even pointed to Zhu Bajie's chest at an incredible angle.

Response... not enough!

Even though Zhu Bajie was already alert, Zhu Bajie still had no time to react when he suddenly turned his finger and was directly pointed at the chest by the finger.

Almost instantly, Zhu Bajie's chest was stained with a purple and gold color, his magic power melted, and his soul was stained. The nine-toothed rake, which was only one minute away from the head of the multi-eyed golden centipede, was no longer able to hold it.

"Second Brother!"

The closest to Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng, who had witnessed the whole process, glared and roared, and smashed the magic wand in his hand with the power of Pingshan toward the multi-eyed golden centipede.

However, the next moment, Sha Seng felt a sense of powerlessness, and the magic wand in his hand slid to the ground, making his arms unable to lift them in the air anymore.
Chapter completed!