The eight-clawed golden dragon, more than ten feet long, was covered with golden dragon scales, and eight golden claws were shining with golden light.

Even the majestic yellow tornado could be easily captured. The strength of this eight-clawed golden dragon can be imagined. It seems that it has natural restraint on Mu Xiao. There is no suspense to use him to deal with the seriously injured Mu Xiao and the seriously injured Yin Wei.

"Master, who are we going to help?" Sun Wukong held the golden cudgel and looked at Lingji above, and then Mu Xiao over there, Yin Wei and the white horse who was still unconscious on the side.

"If you can get that flying dragon stick, it may be of great benefit to Xiaobai." Zhu Tianpeng had the idea of ​​the eight-clawed golden dragon in the sky.

"Do you still have to ask?" Tang Sanzang grinned, took a step forward, and appeared in front of Mu Xiao and Yin Wei in a flash, facing the huge golden dragon.

"Tang Sanzang, what do you want to do!" Lingji looked at Tang Sanzang and frowned.

"I think it's a pity that no one like me stood in front of them a thousand years ago. If so, the story would be different." Tang Sanzang turned his head and looked at the white horse on the ground with a little regretful expression.

"I don't know why Guanyin Bodhisattva chose you to learn from the scriptures. What do you know about a thousand years ago? Five hundred years ago this yellow-haired monster stole the glass cup, and I was caught on the blame for being inattentive. Who said half a good thing for me?" Lingji's face also looked a little angry.

"Guanyin Bodhisattva's eyes are much better than you, and his mind is much broader than you." Tang Sanzang shook his head and looked at Lingji with some contempt. "You are a man as petty as a woman, and you hold a grudge for a thousand years in a small matter. With your status, you are calculating with the two spirit beasts at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. Don't you think the price is lost? Or are you living on Lingshan Mountain too lonely. You accidentally saw someone's childhood sweetheart and felt like you were stuffed with dog food, so you were in a bad mood, so you turned into a pervert?"

"Puchi... Hahaha, Master, I find that your ability to curse is half as good as mine." Zhu Tianpeng laughed directly.

"The Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon is a magic weapon given by Tathagata, and it is probably not that simple..." Sun Wukong looked at the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon and frowned slightly.

"Diet? Why did the Buddha make dragons into magic weapons..." Ao Xiaobai's little face showed a sad expression, a little confused, and a little sad.

Although Lingji couldn't understand what Tang Sanzang said about dog food, she was still trembling all over by Tang Sanzang's words, and waved her hand and said, "Since you are blocking me from arresting Lingshan's criminals, don't blame me if you were accidentally injured!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the eight-clawed golden dragon twisted his body and rushed towards Tang Sanzang. Eight sharp claws were waving, and the air was twisted, as if it was about to be torn apart. The huge open mouth bit directly at Tang Sanzang. Any accidental injury was clearly for him.

A sinister smiled at the corner of Lingji's mouth, but he soon returned to his solemn appearance. The white lotus under his feet slowly rotated, and the golden robes on his body remained radiant, looking at the Bodhisattva who was quite helping the suffering.

The Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon is a Tathagata refined with the Eight-Clawed Golden Dragon at the level of the Demon King. Although it is not as good as the Demon King in its heyday, it is definitely not a stop to the ordinary Demon King. Demon Kings like Mu Xiao and Chu Jun are definitely not opponents.

Lingji looked at Tang Sanzang coldly. Although the identity of the person who obtained the scriptures was a bit special, if he was injured or killed by accident, at most he would find another one. Guanyin Bodhisattva should not turn against him for a mortal.

"Master Tang Monk, this matter has nothing to do with you. You can go quickly, just ask you to save Yin Wei..." Mu Xiao said as he looked at Tang Sanzang. The experiences from a thousand years ago and the huge gap between him and Lingji made him unable to see any hope.

He didn't want Tang Sanzang to be involved innocently, and Lingji's vindictive character was clear. He turned his head and looked at the white horse beside him, and Mu Xiao smiled, "The wick has been destroyed, so let me go with Luo Xi. She is most afraid of loneliness."

"Sorry, I can't do it." Tang Sanzang shook his head and looked at the eight-clawed golden dragon rushing towards the fangs and claws.

He bent his feet slightly, jumped up in one step, and grabbed two huge dragon horns.

"What is the most handsome posture for a dragon?" Tang Sanzang hesitated for a moment, but he still did not choose to learn Nezha's dragon riding show in such a dull occasion. He raised his hand and punched the giant dragon in the head that was struggling desperately.

What is the scene where bald head fights the eight-clawed golden dragon, the flesh is fist, and blood is seen in the palm of the palm.

With a bang, dozens of golden dragon scales on the head of the eight-clawed golden dragon collapsed, accompanied by a sad dragon roar.

The giant dragon, more than ten feet long, trembled all over, as if all its strength was suddenly removed, fell from the sky, and smashed a long deep pit. A golden light flashed and turned into a short stick wrapped around the eight-clawed golden dragon. The golden light on the stick also became much dimmed.

The field suddenly fell into silence. Anyone who looked at an eight-clawed golden dragon that was more than ten feet long and far higher than an ordinary demon emperor was smashed back to its original form by Tang Sanzang with one punch. Only when he could calm down would he be able to have a ghost.

Tang Sanzang fell straight back to the ground, bent his knees slightly to remove most of the force, took a look at the two toes that were protruding out of the cloth shoes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a pair of shoes were scrapped again.

"Thank you." Yin Wei looked at Tang Sanzang's back and the deep pit smashed by the giant dragon over there. He hesitated for a moment, and said softly.

"Jin..." Mu Xiao looked at Tang Sanzang's back, as if he had thought of something, and was a little lost. He shook his head again, smiled with a little self-deprecating smile, and turned to Baima, with a little sad look.

"You...you..." Lingji looked at Tang Sanzang, his lips trembling, "The flying dragon stick is a gift from the Buddha. How dare you treat it like this! Do you know what the crime is this when you disrespect the Tathagata?"

"Xiaobai, pick up that thing and take it to play with it in the future." Tang Sanzang turned around and said to Ao Xiaobai. Then he looked at Lingji and curled his lips and said, "I have something given to the Buddha, and there are more than one, so what is this?"

"Okay, you have no Buddha. Today I will personally capture you, take you back to Lingshan, and hand it over to the Buddha to decide."

Lingji took a deep breath and pinched his hands. The golden light on the cassock became brighter and brighter. A Buddhist bead of 108 Bodhis seeds floated up and quickly rotated above his head. Eighteen golden-body gods and Buddhas appeared around him, chanting the obscure Sanskrit in his mouth.

"No, he wants to invite all the Buddhist phenomena!" Sun Wukong was shocked and appeared next to Tang Sanzang, "Master, let's leave here quickly."

"What is that?" Tang Sanzang asked curiously without moving.

Chu Jun at the Demon King's realm was not enough for him to fight. He was really curious about what kind of strength the so-called demon king was, how powerful the Bodhisattva was, and whether the gods and Buddhas in the heavens could beat him with one punch.

This may determine whether he is qualified to stand in front of the Buddha and ask what he wants to ask.

Judging from Lingji's posture, he should have made a big move. He thought it was a bit interesting.

"This is a trick that the bald guys in Lingshan often play. They are dedicated to the Buddhas with the power of faith in sentient beings, and then invite all the Buddhas to appear when necessary." Sun Wukong curled his lips and said with some disdain: "It's just an evil way. I borrowed external forces to take it easily in my heyday, but it's a bit tricky to deal with it now. Anyway, I can't handle it now, so I'll avoid it first."
Chapter completed!