Qing Xuanzi's heart was full of confusion at this time, especially the severe pain came from his face, which was slapped by someone.

I was actually slapped away by someone, and even slapped himself in the face. Someone dared to slapped himself in the face. I am a saint's son, the son of a saint, and when I go out, it represents the face and dignity of a saint.

Slapping oneself in the face is equivalent to slapping a saint in the face. As long as you are not a fool or a lunatic, who dares to do this?

In fact, even a madman or a fool dares not do this. The reputation of the saint will shock their true spirits and make them instinctively afraid and frightened. How could they dare to slap the saint's son in the face?

But at this moment, someone dared to do it, and even knocked it away with a slap in the face.

This is the son of a saint. If you don’t talk about Qing Xuanzi himself at this moment, even the eight Bodhisattvas of the others were stunned.

None of them expected that their master and deity would be so domineering. Not only did they destroy the saint's carriage, but they also slapped the saint's son in the face and flew away the saint's son.

How could this not shock them or even be unbelievable? Qing Xuanzi soon reacted from shock and confusion, and afterwards he reacted, he was boundless violent and angry.

He was so angry that he was angry that he didn't expect that he would be slapped in the face in front of everyone. This was the greatest shame for him, a shame that was hard to play with forever.

The only way to face such shame is to slap the other person in the face, and then make the other person worse than death and suffer the most cruel torture forever, so that he can barely eliminate his anger.

"Ah, you, you dare to slap me in the face? My father has never slap me in the face. How dare you, a humble ant, slap me in the face?

I will let you die, and make your life worse than death. I will demote your soul to Jiuyou and be burned by Jiuyou poisonous fire forever.

Every day, you are pierced by a complete sword, burned by the scorching sun, frozen by endless ice, allowing you to suffer forever. This is the price you dare to slap me in the face."

The endless anger did not make Qing Xuanzi completely angry, but instead became extremely calm. Perhaps this is the opposite of the extreme. When the anger reaches its extreme, it becomes calm, but this becomes more and more terrifying.

Of course, Sun Wukong would not be afraid of this so-called Qing Xuanzi, who divided himself into massacre and Bodhi.

Especially after Bodhi, his own path has increased day by day, and it is no exaggeration to have a thousand miles a day. The most benefited by Bodhi's sentient beings is naturally the deity Sun Wukong.

Countless mysterious magical laws kept flashing out in Sun Wukong's heart, and the power of the soul became stronger because it was released. The so-called strengthening means that the power of his control of the soul became more and more.

Although the souls in the past were extremely powerful, Sun Wukong could not control much soul power. For example, for ten thousand yuan, Sun Wukong could only use ten yuan.

But now that the money has been divided, the money has become more and more than 30,000 yuan, but Sun Wukong can use 300 yuan. The gap between them can be seen clearly by fools.

At this time, Qing Xuanzi looked at Sun Wukong coldly, as if he was looking at a dead person. Sun Wukong looked at Qing Xuanzi calmly and said, "How is it? How does it feel to be slapped in the face? Do you still want to try again? Do you still say that this is an illusion?"

Qing Xuanzi's face was full of anger and resentment when he heard this, but he forced himself to hold it back. He was the son of a saint. Although he was arrogant, he was not a fool.

The other party was obviously not an ordinary person, and he shattered the carriage given to him by his father, which shows that the other party was a semi-saint, and he was also a very powerful semi-saint. Although he had a Pangu Banner in his hand, he had to be more cautious.

After all, if the other party really kills him, although his father can save him, he will not die once. He doesn't want to try the taste of being killed or dead.

Qing Xuanzi stared at Sun Wukong coldly and said, "Who are you? Do you know what the price you will pay to slap me in the face?

My father is Yuanshi Tianzun, the leader of the Three Pure Ones. Is it rare that you are not afraid of my father's majesty? Maybe my father is already watching you with the holy eyes at this time. Your life and death are only in my father's thoughts."

Sun Wukong said lightly when he heard this, "Is that so interesting, but I'm not afraid. You, a second generation who uses his father's power to pretend to be a tiger, dares to speak rudely in front of me.

It's ridiculous. If it were your father, it would be fine. You are just an ignorant junior. You really don't be a son of man or a son of man."

Qing Xuanzi was immediately furious when he heard this, but then calmed down again and thought to himself: "This person was so bold, he was really confident. He said that I was a junior, so he was really bold enough.

It is hard to be that this person was a powerful person who existed in ancient times, or before the world was opened up? If so, even my father would have to give him a third of face. Let me test his origin first."

Thinking of this, Qing Xuanzi looked at Sun Wukong and said, "Who is your lord? Please tell me your name."

"It's better not to tell me about my origin, don't make a secret calculation, otherwise don't blame me if my soul is damaged.

Even if your father can’t calculate my origin, let alone you. As long as you know that you are a junior, don’t be dissatisfied. If you want to do something, just try it.” Sun Wukong glanced at Qing Xuanzi and said.

Qing Xuanzi was shocked when he heard this, because he secretly planned to calculate the origin of Sun Wukong. After all, only by knowing oneself and one’s enemy can one never win a hundred battles.

But after hearing Sun Wukong's words, he didn't dare to forget it anymore, because he saw that Sun Wukong was so confident, he didn't dare to really use himself to experiment.

"Then let me just let it go if I was slapped by you?" Qing Xuanzi said coldly. "I didn't say forget it, just use any means.

Otherwise, you will definitely be dissatisfied, but even if you forget it, I will spare you without saying it. After all, if you hurt my people, if I don’t show it, wouldn’t my people underestimate me?" Sun Wukong glanced at the Eight Bodhisattvas and said.

Qing Xuanzi sneered and said, "Your Majesty, although you may be the older generation, you are not my opponent. Your men are there. If you have the ability, you can save them.

As long as you have the ability to save them, I can't say anything. But what I want to remind you is that your eight subordinates are not only tied up by the special immortal binding ropes made by my sect,

And my Yuqing divine talisman was also controlled by my Yuqing divine talisman, without my Yuqing's special method of resolving mantras.
Chapter completed!