Sunset, in front of Tianduan Mountains.

In order to eliminate the root cause, Tao Yaoyao personally took action and took Li Ziye and the little monk to block the road and intercept Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu.

If you cut the grass without removing the root, it will grow again when the spring breeze blows. Li Ziye understands this principle, and Tao Yaoyao also understands it.

Once the injuries of masters like Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu are cured, they will be endless troubles for Dashang.

The battle begins.

"Whoosh!"

The fine steel fan flew past, shaking away the silver-armored cavalry blocking the road, opening a bright avenue for the young monk.

"You're welcome!"

Li Ziye's figure passed by, took back the iron fan, kicked a silver-armored cavalry away, and said with a smile.

"Amitabha."

Sanzang looked at the unobstructed road ahead, and the Buddha's light around him was strong. The beads in his hands spread out and flew towards the carriage ahead.

Inside the carriage.

Yan Xiaoyu, whose eyes were tightly closed, moved his ears, stepped out of the carriage, and stepped out.

The prayer beads flew past and the entire carriage burst into pieces.

"Buddhist people!"

Yan Xiaoyu jumped out of the carriage, closed his eyes, felt the aura of the person in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "I, Tianyu Palace, and Buddhism have no enmity in the past and have no enmity in the recent days. Why would Master do this!"

"Amitabha."

Sanzang stretched out his hand and held it, and the beads flew back one by one. He said with a calm expression, "Young monk Sanzang, you are polite!"

"Buddha?"

Yan Xiaoyu was shocked when he heard the person in front of him announcing his home address.

He heard that Buddha had just been rescued from the Purification Tower by the demon goddess Qingqing not long ago, so how could he appear here.

After a brief thought, Yan Xiaoyu came back to his senses and said, "Buddha, there is no grudge between you and me, why did you help Dashang's people to attack me!"

"Amitabha, the young monk was entrusted by someone to take the life of the Buddha. However, the young monk did not want to kill anyone, so I asked the Buddha to capture him without any effort!"

Sanzang clasped his hands together, still had a peaceful smile on his childish little face, and said politely.

"wishful thinking!"

Yan Xiaoyu's expression darkened and he said, "A noble Buddhist is willing to become someone else's pawn. How sad!"

"Amitabha, little monk"

Just as Sanzang was about to say something else, a fine steel fan flew past in front of his eyes, showing his warning.

What a nonsense, let’s fight!

When Sanzang saw the iron fan flying in front of him, he looked helpless, stopped talking nonsense, and rushed forward.

"boom!"

The two palms are joined together, and the power of the Buddha and the divine power are surging. The Buddhist disciples and the divine disciples of the Tianyu Palace have a head-to-head confrontation for the first time.

Sanzang, who has entered the fifth realm, has obviously stronger Qi strength. However, the light power of Yan Xiaoyu has a somewhat suppressive effect on the demonic Qi of Sanzang. The two of them are fighting each other.

return.

"Oracle of Light!"

Unable to see with both eyes, Yan Xiaoyu understood that a long battle would be detrimental to him, and as soon as he raised his hand, he realized that the Tianyu Palace did not teach secret techniques.

The light comes into the world, and its power is incomparable. Good and evil overcome each other, and demons are burned and trained.

"The mirror is not the truth!"

Upon seeing this, Sanzang's Buddhist energy surged around his body, turning into a mirror to block the divine power of light.

Not far away.

Li Ziye, who was dealing with three hundred silver-armored cavalry, was speechless when he saw the fighting style of Sanzang and Yan Xiaoyu.

What is this little bald donkey doing? Fighting and whining, then kill him!

Look at my uncle, that’s fighting!

"boom!"

In the distance, violent vibrations were heard, and Tao Yaoyao slashed down with his sword. The evil energy was overwhelming, and the earth rumbled and cracked. The terrifying destructive power made people shudder.

Wen Daoran, who had lost an arm, faced the violent attack of the Rakshasa King. Even though the power of light was added to him, he gradually showed signs of decline.

Li Ziye saw the violent fighting style of his young master uncle and subconsciously wiped the cold sweat from his face. He quickly gathered his attention and concentrated on dealing with the three hundred silver-armored cavalry in front of him.

A pair of three hundred, but his hard work is the best!

"Everyone, come again!"

Li Ziye said something in a kind tone, and the fine steel fan in his hand turned into sharp swords and flew out, with dazzling edges.

In front, three hundred silver-armored cavalry were on full alert, forming a formation to resist.

The three hundred silver-armored cavalry that escorted Wen Daoran and Yan Xiaoyu on this trip are all experts in the army. Together, they can even deal with a great practitioner of the Five Realms.

In the past, Li Ziye would have had a little trouble dealing with it.

However, today is different from the past.

With an armor-breaking artifact like the Divine Stone of Light around, the three hundred silver-armored cavalry looked like lambs to the slaughter in Li Ziye's eyes.

The stainless steel fan passed through the air, like a goddess scattering flowers, streaking through the icy rays under the setting sun, and penetrated directly into the throats of the silver-armored cavalry.

No matter how strong the heavy armor of the Silver Armored Cavalry is, the junction between the helmet and the armor is the weakest part. The fan bone flies past, and a waterfall of blood splashes, which is tragic and dazzling.

At the head of the three hundred silver-armored cavalry, a silver-armored cavalry commander from all four realms rushed forward with a spear in hand, trying to drag down the person in front of him.

pity.

Li Ziye had already left the biggest gift to the commander of the silver-armored cavalry in front of him.

The fan bone embedded with the Divine Stone of Light flew past, directly breaking through the heavy armor of the Silver Armored Cavalry City, and came out through the chest.

The bright red blood spurted out, so dazzling.

"Amitabha, very good!"

In the battle not far away, Sanzang saw Brother Li killing dozens of silver-armored cavalry while chatting and laughing, with a look of unbearable expression on his face.

Brother Li, what's going on?

In the past, although Brother Li was not a kind-hearted person, his desire to kill was not so serious.

As long as there is no last resort, life will usually be spared, but now, the attack is too cruel.

During the war.

Yan Xiaoyu felt that Buddha's attack in front of him was weakening, and he caught a glimpse of the opportunity. The light and divine power gathered around him, and he slapped it with a palm.

"boom!"

The moment when the strength of the palm increases.

Not far away, a stream of light shot through the air and blocked Yan Xiaoyu's attack.

After a moment.

Li Ziye's figure passed by, grabbed the fine steel fan that flew back, and reminded him, "Fozi, pay more attention."

"Amitabha, I've made Brother San Yu worried. The young monk will pay attention."

Sanzang came back to his senses and stopped thinking about it. He looked at the Son of Light in front of him and said seriously, "Son of God, let's come again!"

Forget it, no matter what happens to Brother Li, Brother Li is still the same Brother Li.

That Brother Li who was willing to risk the world's disapproval and risk his life to save him and Qingqing.

He, the demon monk, has changed a lot, hasn't he?

"My Buddha is merciful and sacrificed his life to save the world. Vajrasattva has a hundred words of wisdom!"

The Buddha's heart became firm again, Sanzang waved the rosary beads in his hand, and the Buddha's light shone all over his body. In an instant, Brahma rain fell from the sky, turning into a palace wall of ten thousand feet, breaking through the sky and falling down.

The shocking move was extremely powerful. Yan Xiaoyu felt it, his expression changed slightly, and he activated his divine power of light to block the incoming move.

The two forces impacted, and there was an earth-shattering collision sound. Blood overflowed from Yan Xiaoyu's mouth and he flew several feet away.

Outside the battle.

Li Ziye saw that the little bald donkey was starting to get serious, and he felt relieved. He looked at the remaining silver-armored cavalry in front of him, their figures passed by, and they began to do their own thing.

Under the setting sun, in the battle formation formed by two hundred silver-armored cavalry, a glimmer of the aurora flashed like thunder. The fine steel fan in his hand was like the scythe of death, constantly harvesting the lives of the living without mercy, just like the original Luo

King of Chassis.

far away.
To be continued...