The country of India is quite large in area, which may be far from the Tang Dynasty, but the demon king and demon mountain are as dense as stars.

Even Tang Sanzang was prepared for the countless human corpses accumulated in the mountains, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed.

How many human races are needed to satisfy the appetite of this star-like demon king demon mountain?

‘How did the Kingdom of Heaven achieve so many densely packed demon kings and demon mountains within the border without the collapse of the whole country?’

Tang Sanzang measured the land of the Indian country step by step by step by step with his intentions, but he still had an answer in his heart. It was just that the compassion in his heart made it difficult for him to say this.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang paused, raised his eyes slightly and looked at the colorful rays of light from far away to near the sky.

"Lingshan, is someone finally here?"

Tang Sanzang murmured to himself, then his steps remained the same. With a blink of an eye, he drew a fissure several miles long on the left side of the rolling demon tide, guiding millions of demon tides to the Western Paradise.

Above the millions of demon tides, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood on the lotus platform, surrounded by seven-colored glows, and was covered with white veil. His face was holy and compassionate, and he was also somewhat surprised. Even Guanyin Bodhisattva looked at it with his wisdom and felt inexplicably terrifying.

The demon clans that were distributed like gravel in the West, scattered everywhere in every corner of the world, at this moment, gathered them roughly together like a broom from the heavenly way, and swept towards the direction of Lingshan.

When I was in Lingshan, there was not much feeling in the picture reflected by the transformation of the Buddha Zitagata, but as I saw with my own eyes, the millions of demon tides rolled westward like a vast ocean. It was unstoppable and it was difficult to stop again!

‘What is Sanzang…what is the intention?’

Guanyin Bodhisattva's wisdom eyes fell behind the rolling demon tide, and in the blink of an eye, forcing the figure of the Subai monk robe who forcibly drove millions of demon tides in a flash.

After a slight hesitation, especially seeing the ground cracking between Tang Sanzang's fingers, which was completely different from the past, his elegant and unparalleled appearance, and his hands were powerless, Guanyin Bodhisattva felt a little nervous.

This action really reminds Guanyin Bodhisattva of the thoughts of being uneasy.

People who are close to this kind of person may be pressed to the ground without resistance at any time...

‘No, Sanzang won’t be like this.’

At this point, the lotus platform under the feet of Guanyin Bodhisattva crossed the demon tide below and slowly landed beside Tang Sanzang.

However, just as Guanyin Bodhisattva was waiting for Tang Sanzang to bow to him as he did in the past, Tang Sanzang stepped on his footsteps, and walked straight past Guanyin Bodhisattva as if he were blinded, and kept chasing the demon tide.

stiff……

The smile that Guanyin Bodhisattva originally floated on her face was a little stiff. She was stunned for a few breaths until Tang Sanzang was about to disappear from his sight. Then he hurriedly stepped on the lotus platform and asked.

"Sanzang, you are not easy to obtain the scriptures, why are you here?"

When Tang Sanzang heard this, he glanced at Guanyin Bodhisattva gently and replied, "I am rushing to Lingshan to obtain scriptures. Guanyin Master can go back to Lingshan first, and I will arrive in a moment."

Lingshan...is not far away!

The thoughts were hard to calm down six hundred miles away. The "light of the righteous way" on the body completely covered the whole body with traces, and the eyes were staring at the Lingshan Mountain where they were reaching.

Most of the memories that Tang Sanzang retrieved from the other side of his body are memories of the last part of the journey to the west. Jin Chanzi's memories in his previous life were not much, but after mutual confirmation, he also confirmed that this place was the real Xitian Lingshan.

And six hundred miles can reach it in half a day at the speed of the rolling demon tide.

Guanyin Bodhisattva, who was so blocked by Tang Sanzang's words that he didn't know how to answer, said dryly. "Sanzang, Wukong, Bajie, and Sha Seng? Why aren't you by your side to protect you?"

"well……"

Tang Sanzang sighed slightly, and finally looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva seriously and said seriously. "Guanyin Master should go back and tell me that Buddha Tathagata should gather more true Buddhas, Bodhisattvas, Arhats and the like in Lingshan."

"Why?" Guanyin Bodhisattva asked in confusion.

"If not, I am afraid that Lingshan will not be able to save these millions of demons that are raging in the world and are deeply sinful."

At the end, Tang Sanzang's tone became sharp, his eyes full of compassion, but he wanted to stir up a sea of ​​blood, which made Guanyin Bodhisattva subconsciously not dare to look at each other.

The silence of counting breaths...

How could Guanyin Bodhisattva still not understand that Tang Sanzang is now determined to carry millions of demons to the Lingshan Mountain. His breathing is slightly more than a little, but he still can't help but persuade him.

"Sanzang, it's not too late to look back at this moment."

"The previous convenience is the true scripture, why did I turn back?"

"Tang Sanzang!"

Understand that perhaps the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas of Lingshan were also paying attention to the current situation in Lingshan. Guanyin Bodhisattva spoke in a solemn tone, called out his name and shouted. "Do you really think that you can attack Lingshan with millions of mobs?"

"I have never thought so..."

After a pause, Tang Sanzang said while looking ahead, chasing the millions of demons like walking in the garden.

"I am a monk who stormed millions of demons, but I am just trying to return the Qingming Festival in the world. As for attacking Lingshan, I am a monk who can only do it!"

As soon as this said, Guanyin Bodhisattva stood there in a daze, staring at Tang Sanzang's gradually moving away from each other.

"I can only do it alone!"

On the back of the plain white monk robe, this sentence echoed in Guanyin Bodhisattva's ears, but a similar figure appeared in his eyes.

Back then, he persuaded Jin Chanzi to turn around, and he was like this, with the same words, the same resolute and firm figure, and there was no slight look back or hesitation.

"Golden Cicada..."

Ten breaths...

When Guanyin Bodhisattva came to his senses, Tang Sanzang had already driven out millions of demons and climbed over several mountains again, and his figure completely disappeared from the end of his sight.

The lotus platform under the feet of Guanyin Bodhisattva moved, and subconsciously wanted to chase Tang Sanzang and stop him...

Although there are many millions of demon tides, not to mention that Lingshan has gathered dozens of true Buddhas and hundreds of Bodhisattvas. What’s more important is that over the countless years, Lingshan has gathered more than billions of vows. What’s the role of a mere million demon tide?

Jin Chanzi was unable to succeed back then, but now he is reincarnated as a human being, how can he cause trouble?

However, the next moment, the lotus platform under the feet of Guanyin Bodhisattva stopped.

"How can Sanzang persuade him if he has made up his mind or what he thinks is inappropriate?"

Slowly, the lotus platform of Guanyin Bodhisattva rose into the air, flashed over the millions of demon tides, turned back towards Lingshan, and murmured to himself.
Chapter completed!