"What are you afraid of? Anyway, it's the head of the Golden-winged Roc King. If anything happens, it will definitely hit him, the bird that has emerged. Let's see if the situation is wrong, why can't we escape? We three are together, and we still have to worry about not being able to leave."

There are quite a few such discussions in Xiniu Hezhou. While being surprised by Zhen Yuanzi's death, he also expressed interest in the invitation sent by the Golden-winged Roc King. After becoming a saint, it is even more difficult to go further. Now that there is such an opportunity in front of you, I naturally want to seize it, otherwise the next time the saint's calamity will come, I may not be able to pass it.

Maybe he felt that Zhen Yuanzi was dead, and the resentment of the ghosts in the air disappeared halfway, and a ray of sunlight shone down. However, the ghosts were watching the roots of the ginseng fruit tree slowly falling down, almost pulling out a thousand feet of root system and bringing out hundreds of thousands of dead bodies. In the sky, it looked like a bunch of huge grapes, but the round ones were wrapped in dead bodies, and innocent dead people.

Many of them start to decompose when they fall, just like white snowflakes, flying all over the sky.

The gloomy weather reminded Tang Sanzang of that movie, Schindler's list, and the ashes dancing in the sky, were so similar to this, but in comparison, looking at the big skull formed by tens of thousands of ghosts in the air, it looked even more dull.

"Go back, it's time to reincarnate. I just don't know if the King of Hell can accept so many people for a while." Tang Sanzang looked at the ghosts and said, sitting cross-legged and starting to recite scriptures.

Golden laws spread upwards with the Buddhist scriptures, like a breeze blowing, slowly soothing the ghosts, starting to separate again, becoming independent individuals, standing in the air, bowed deeply at Tang Sanzang, and then turned into a black light and disappeared.

Tang Sanzang, who was reciting the scriptures, suddenly opened his eyes and looked to the west. Golden light flew from the sky in the west, skipping past the ghosts, quickly relieving the resentment of those ghosts, and sending them into the cycle of reincarnation.

"Tathagata." Sun Wukong couldn't help but clenched his fists and squinted his eyes at the sky to the west.

"Okay." Tang Sanzang continued to close his eyes, felt that the law was not malicious, and began to recite scriptures. If he came alone, it would take at least a few days to save these hundreds of thousands of ghosts. This golden light from afar was obviously better at diligence than him. According to this progress, it would take less than half a day to complete it.

Moreover, under the cover of golden light, the undecomposed corpses began to decompose at a faster rate, and did not drift with the wind, but slowly settled downwards and finally fell into the big pit left after the ginseng fruit tree was dug out, and it was filled with a whole big pit.

Wuzhuang Mountain has completely shattered. Now that the pit has been filled, it looks white, but the resentment has almost disappeared.

"Maybe a need for a grave." Sun Wukong looked at the ashes in the big pit, flew out, and soon carried the low mountain like a grave and flew back on it, gently covering it on the big pit, slightly larger than the big pit, like an upside-down bowl, and also like a huge grave.

This was a plight. Everyone's resentment dissipated faster. The ghosts in the sky quickly disappeared, and the sunlight fell again and fell on Tang Sanzang, as if they were covered with a layer of golden cassock.

Two hours later, Tang Sanzang slowly lowered his hand, opened his eyes and looked up at the sky. The blue sky and white clouds were no longer visible. A breeze blew to his face, with a refreshing breath.

"It's pretty good." Tang Sanzang stood up and brushed the mud and sand falling on the robes. The sound of salvation coming from Lingshan surprised him, but he was also a little comforted. Whether these guys really wanted to eat him or not, at least from this, they did not agree with Zhen Yuanzi's approach.

Whether it is just on the surface or sincerely thinking this is true, it at least gave him a little relief.

This scripture was written by that person, and saving people was the solution that the person thought of. Tang Sanzang just learned it. Now seeing that person take action and recite the scriptures like this, at least it means that she has not forgotten the original intention of the scripture creation.

"Let's go and keep on going." Tang Sanzang said with a smile at Sun Wukong, with a hint of fatigue between his eyebrows and eyes. Although he had not fought with Zhen Yuanzi for a long time, it was not an exaggeration to say that he was quick to fight. It was just that he used the formation on a large scale and large scale like he had just used it. This was undoubtedly an unprecedented burden for him, and he had not yet adapted to this feeling of consumption well.

But I wasn't too tired, I just felt a little hungry, so I gave him a whole roasted lamb, which I guess would be able to eat.

After leaving Wuzhuang Mountain, passing a small river, going down the river to take a shower, and changing into the only new robe left in the package, Tang Sanzang felt much more refreshed.

Zhen Yuanzi died, and the saints on Lingshan next should start to be anxious. I think Lingshan should be not far away.

Such a saint with a particularly strong interference is undoubtedly a very beneficial part of their plan to kill such a saint in advance. This is also one of the reasons why Tang Sanzang went to Wuzhuang Mountain. However, I didn’t expect that there would be so many dead people under the ginseng fruit tree before.

"Master, do you think the old locust tree outside Guanyin Courtyard is like this ginseng fruit tree?" Sun Wukong asked curiously as he looked at Tang Sanzang who was dealing with a bison by the river.

"Although I don't know where it learned the method, but the same way, it's very likely that it's like this." Tang Sanzang nodded. In fact, he also thought of the old locust tree that treats villagers and children as nourishment. I don't know how Xiong Xiaobu is now and whether she is having fun in Guanyinyuan.

"Master, have you started to control the laws?" Sun Wukong looked at Tang Sanzang and asked again.

"Probably, I can only feel their existence and cannot understand what they mean, so I can't do more with them, but instead use them to operate them as armor or fist gloves. After locking the opponent, it seems that the opponent's soul can be locked in the body and smashed it directly with his fist.

This was the first thing he thought of on the ginseng fruit tree, and later it was confirmed on Zhen Yuanzi. After being locked, even a saint could not escape. This can be regarded as making up for his inability to fly, and whether he had any defects in the imprisonment spells.’
Chapter completed!