Although the monk who fell from the sky did not have any magical fluctuations, it gave Xing Fang an invisible sense of oppression. This feeling has not appeared for many years, which made him very upset.

Two balls of white flames jumping under the black robe stared at the Sumeru beads in his hand, and then looked at Mes opposite the altar. The situation that was originally evenly matched was broken because of the appearance of this monk.

Although those foreign women had some skills, they had no effect now. Xing Fang looked at Tang Sanzang and said coldly: "Give me that thing, I'll let you go."

Tang Sanzang turned around, looked down at the dim yellow ball in his hand, and threw it back, "Xiaobai, follow your toy."

"Well, Master." Ao Xiaobai responded, reached out to catch the Sumeru Bead, and held it firmly in his hand.

"This is my disciple's toy. Why do you ask me for it? I won't accept an ugly monster like you as an apprentice." Tang Sanzang continued to roll up the sleeve on the other side and looked at the man in black robe with a calm smile. "And, if you bully my disciple, I have decided to beat you to death, so why do you want this thing?"

"You are looking for death!" Xing Fang was furious, and the black air rose up on his body, transforming into a huge ghost three feet tall. His black flesh wings slowly flapped. He had two fangs several feet long on his hideous face, and two long red horns on his forehead, which was quite terrifying.

"This friend, you seem to have a familiar aura on your body. If you are an old friend, can you hand over the Sumeru Bead to me?" At this time, Mes, who was standing beside me, said with a warm voice and a gentle smile, looking like a handsome young man. As he said, he looked at Xing Fang, "If possible, I can help you solve him."

"Master, that white ghost is not a good thing, he cannot believe his words." Zhu Tianpeng said with some contempt: "He has been watching him before and want us to die."

"I know someone who looks exactly like you. I thought he was quite perverted, but now he seems to be quite a good person." Tang Sanzang turned his head and looked at the silver-haired young man with a slightly raised brow. He took out a white jade token from his arms. With his palms in his hand, the jade token turned into white powder. "I don't care who is in the underground city, nor who you are. I will never be a friend of the two-faced and three-sworded person."

"Very good, it seems you met him." Mess looked at the white powder slowly falling from Tang Sanzang's hand, and his smile became brighter and he looked at Sun Wukong and others with a pointing look. "It is not a wise choice to provoke him and me here at the same time."

A white phantom slowly condensed behind Metz, and a white birdman appeared behind him, his face not ferocious, but exactly the same as him.

Thousands of skeleton soldiers stopped fighting after the appearance of the two ghosts and gods in black and white, retreated back to both sides of the altar, and surrounded the altar heavily.

On the outside, blue fire filled all the places where people could stand. At first glance, it seemed like the sky covered with stars, with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands.

Taking the altar as the dividing line, the ghosts on both sides looked at the huge black and white ghosts and gods with respect. The pressure emitted from them made them afraid and their eyes became more fanatical.

Because it turned into a ghost, the spiritual wisdom was preserved. Thousands of years of silence erased most of the human beings and thoughts, and they could not even remember communication. However, hatred was like seeds that took root and sprouted, growing continuously for thousands of years and becoming the meaning of their continued existence.

And the tall black figure promised them that he would lead them back to their hometown and find their own things.

As for the ghosts behind Messe, their expressions were also hot. It was the powerful figure who had protected them for thousands of years before they could continue to survive here quietly and peacefully.

Although death has hatred, being able to continue to live in this way is a good destination. People only have a hundred years of life, and they have lived here for thousands of years. Perhaps they can still survive alone. What better result than this?

"Is that true?" Tang Sanzang looked at Mess, and did not seem to see the restless ghosts outside. He put down his hand on his sleeve, shook his head and said, "The right or wrong of the choice is not up to you. It seems that you are not a sculptor. I want to come and find the city lord, not to let the people who are in the city city to leave. Then I will go to the city city to catch you out of his body."

"Bald donkey, die!" Xing Fang shouted angrily, and a black birdman flapped his wings, dozens of arrows condensed from black air flew towards the people on the altar, not only at Tang Sanzang, but also covering Sun Wukong and others standing behind him.

The ghosts looked at this scene and shouted in unison. Although the monk on the stage made a huge noise when it fell, they were just a mortal with heavy yang energy in their eyes. Such a mortal is a good thing to nourish. If he could get a piece of the pie later, he might be able to break through. Many ghosts showed their coveting eyes, waiting for the monk to be killed by the Ghost King to drink some soup.

The faces of the people on the altar also changed slightly. In order to block an arrow, Sha Wanjing had exhausted the last trace of magic power. How could they block the black arrows coming from the sky?

"Be careful!" Sun Wukong looked at Xiang Luoxi, Sha Wanjing and Zhu Tianpeng, and struggled to stand up, but the injuries on his body were too serious and he could not get up at all.

"Shameless!" The ice-blue lotus in Zhu Tianpeng's hand was about to condense, and his hands were lit on the lotus like lightning, and he still couldn't pull out his hands to resist and defend.

"Master must be able to..." Ao Xiaobai looked at Tang Sanzang's back blankly, with trust in his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'm here." Tang Sanzang said softly, putting his finger on the cassock's sliver knot. The light red cassock had fallen into his hand. With a bang, he suddenly stretched straight. With a swing of his arm, he shot at him, Sun Wukong and Ao Xiaobai and dozens of black arrows seemed to have hit the meat grinder and were directly tangled into pieces by the rotating clothes.

Immediately afterwards, he retreated and landed in front of Luo Xi and Sha Wanjing. With a wave of the cassock, more than a dozen black arrows broke, and none of them leaked from his hand.

Finally, it landed in front of Zhu Tianpeng, reached out and grabbed the last arrow flying towards her face, and stopped three inches in front of her forehead. The tail of the arrow trembled slightly, but it still could not move forward at all.

"Master, you will lose my disciple sooner or later..." Zhu Tianpeng looked at the arrow that turned into black air in Tang Sanzang's hands and said seriously.
Chapter completed!