Simply defending is okay, but there is really little hope of breaking through.

They rushed forward again and again, but failed again and again, and the shadow of the god seemed small and tragic.

"Let's go rescue Master!"

The disciples were anxious.

"Huh? If you want to destroy the fairness of the gambling battle, I will destroy the Buddhist scriptures immediately. Unless I admit that you lost the first game, then you are allowed to save the master!"

The Bull Demon King was relieved when he saw that Fu Hai was still alive. After hearing Sha Monk's words, he immediately cast his gaze, grabbed the mountain-like Buddhist scriptures in his hand, and was about to crush it.

This is forcing them to admit defeat. After all, the situation does not look optimistic. It depends on which side can stay calmer!

"Believe in your master!"

Huang Shang stretched out his hand and pressed it, his words full of confidence in himself.

At this moment, Sanzang in the space-time tunnel suddenly realized something.

Since Master Sanwu had foreseen that he and Jiaolong would be in a battle of talents, wouldn't the flying magic weapon handed over to him seem unnecessary?

No, its function is exactly here!

The golden cicada on Tripitaka's body fluttered its wings, and pure light poured into the end of the sky and the corner of the earth in the cassock. A pair of brilliant wings of light suddenly expanded infinitely, extended crazily, and pressed against both sides of the oven.

Then……

Kunpeng spreads its wings!

Like clouds hanging from the sky, they soar up to ninety thousand miles!

Absolute cloud energy, negative blue sky!

Fu Hai saw the expression on his face and subconsciously injected demonic power into it.

The evil king used the bones of Kunpeng in the belly of Jiuling Yuan Sheng to sacrifice this magic weapon, but its function was just an energy transmitter, which was a waste of resources.

There is no way, he is not a demon, and the remaining will in Kunpeng's bones is rejecting his use. This kind of confrontation consumes a lot of power, and even half of its functions are not exerted.

But now, the bloodlines of Sanzang and Fuhai, as well as Jinchan and Zhulong, have been injected into Kunpeng's bones. They feel the aura of the same supreme existence for the first time in a long time. Kunpeng's remaining will finally disperses completely and performs its final swan song!

Ten thousand years later, I am still so strong!

This rush actually opened a path in an impossible way, and the space-time tunnel was completely unable to block Kunpeng's grace and opened a small gap.

Whoosh!

Sanzang and Fuhai both let out a long sigh of relief as they flew out.

Wandering around in front of the ghost gate, I was so frightened that I narrowly escaped death.

The gambling battle continued. Sanzang flew forward, but found that there was no movement behind him.

Looking back, Fei Hai stood calmly in mid-air and bowed to him.

Accept defeat calmly.

I am willing to admit defeat.

Sanzang clasped his hands together, returned the salute, and flew away without saying a word.

Watching his opponent leave, he sat down calmly in the sky, stretched out his hand, and pulled out strips of hazy light in the empty time and space. He felt carefully, the light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and his breath rushed upward.

Finally, his aura broke through a coveted level and reached a whole new realm.

Another demon saint is born!

This trip is worthwhile!

It’s just that I owe a lot to this cause and effect...

On the other side, Sanzang, who was unstoppable, arrived all the way to the east coast of his destination, flew back like lightning, and came to the Flame Mountain. He looked at the ugly-looking Bull Demon King and his family, bowed again, and said politely: "Access!"

The disciples’ loud cheers came from behind:
Chapter completed!