Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

The 517th chapter is tragic

As the heart of Hongmeng exploded.

The whole body seems to be real and not virtual.

It seems that all the bones, flesh and blood, meridians…all have been transformed into the power of the heart of the Great Mengmeng.

At this moment, the heart of Hongmeng was completely integrated into his body, becoming one with him.

He is gradually shaping his body into a universal body that is unparalleled in the world.

now.

Tang Yu was completely silent.

As if turned into endless nothingness.

At this moment, Tang Yu calmed down and worked hard to realize the magical effect of Hongmeng Heart.

Although the outside world, Monkey King, they are thrilling.

But at this moment, he must calm down and shape the Harmony Body as soon as possible.

Heavenly Court.

With the saint’s shot, the entire demon army wailed and fled around.

The previous aura disappeared without a trace with the appearance of the saint.

And Monkey King, Zixia, and Golden Winged Dapeng had their full mana power running, welcoming the irresistible power of the saint in the sky.

It seems that time is still at this moment.

Zhu Bajie, weak water, held his breath…

The heavenly gods looked at this scene in disbelief.

boom.

The whole heaven was trembling.

The endless power spread, making everyone retreat involuntarily.

The blazing light is so dazzling that people can’t open their eyes, and they can’t see clearly.

A small feather of burning flame slowly fell down.

It fell on Lan Xueling’s shoulders.

Lan Xueling looked blankly at the feather on her shoulder.

This is the feather of the Golden Wing Roc.

There was a little flame on the feather, and as the wind blew, it went out at this moment.

The blue smoke was floating, and there was a little burnt smell coming from the feathers.

Lan Xueling’s eyes moved slightly, but she was still cold as ice.

A figure fell from the high sky.

The figure is huge, with wings covering the sky.

As if flapping his wings, he can still fly for nine days.

It’s just that its hair is full of burnt black, and its huge body emits wisps of smoke.

The Golden Winged Roc’s eyes were blankly open, and he slowly fell from the sky.

The figure was as light as a feather without any force.

He regained his human form, struggling with his head sideways, and looking at the black figure not far away, he smiled with pride, but his lips were touching hard, and he spat out with all his strength. Word: “Go…”

Monkey King, Zixia, and him, they are three people who have actually deviated the power of the saint.

Maybe this is the last chance.

But is there really a chance?

Once the saint makes a move, no one has a chance.

Lan Xueling walked to the Golden Wing Dapeng, knelt down and looked at him with a complicated expression, “Why?”

“I…no regrets…very happy…” Jin Wing Dapeng laughed, and he gasped violently: “The first time I saw you…you look cold…looks very lonely…also …And it’s beautiful…”

The Golden Wing Roc opened his eyes vigorously, without blinking, as if trying to look more at the person in front of him.

Lan Xueling closed her eyes, and a tear fell from the corner of her eye.

It dripped on the eyes of the Golden Wing Roc, and flowed down his eyes. He suddenly smiled: “This tear…is…for me! This…is enough, one tear is enough Now… I am content…”

He was still smiling as he said, but his body slowly turned into a light smoke, floating in front of his eyes.

He smiled and disappeared in smoke!

He took a deep look at the place where he was in the ashes.

Lan Xueling stood up and stared at the sky.

At this moment, the endless power is still spreading.

That piece of colorful stone shining with colorful Xiaguang.

That delicate heart.

As if blocking the power of the saint.

However, upon closer inspection, a tiny crack appeared on the colorful stone.

The heart beats loudly and vigorously.

In the end, she turned into Zixia’s figure, and she was full of smiles at the moment.

Look at the colorful stone beside him.

The power of the colorful stones dissipated.

Monkey King appeared.

It’s just that at the moment, Sun Wu was in a panic outside the space, and his monkey hair was charred all over.

The corners of his mouth kept flowing blood.

Mingcan’s cleverly beating eyes from the past also seemed a little dull and hollow at this moment.

He looked at the purple figure beside him, smiling like a flower in front of him, so beautiful.

The purple figure stretched out his hand, slowly held his hand, and said with a light smile: “My colorful stone, this time you can’t leave me behind.”

Monkey King’s eyes moistened instantly.

“No, I will never leave you again.”

He opened his arms and hugged the purple figure.

“We can live forever, and be together forever and ever.”

The purple figure smiles like a flower.

The power of the saint.

Still still pervading.

Wherever he went, thousands of demon army was wiped out.

Not even blood flowed out.

The demon army disrupted, fleeing around in horror.

But under the power of the saints, how can they escape?

Bai Susu’s figure was covered in blood, weakly slumped to the ground.

The long hair that was originally black as ink exudes the smell of burnt.

A white robe is filled with green smoke.

She blinked feebly.

It seemed to see a small white mouse traveling through the hall of Lingshan.

Lingshan Buddha lectures.

The buddhas are sitting with their faces solemn and kind.

Under the burning oil lamp, the kerosene is permeated.

The little white rat climbed onto the oil lamp because he was thirsty.

But the burning candle made it afraid to approach.

The mouse yelled pitifully.

It raised its eyes and saw a monk beside him looking at him with a smile.

The lamp was burning, reflecting the unique beauty of the monk’s face.

The White Mouse ran away a few steps in fear.

The monk smiled faintly at her, reached out his hand, as if to let it pass, and extinguished the burning lamp intentionally or unintentionally.

Seeing that the white mouse did not pass, the monk gently shook his head, sat down again, and looked at the Buddha.

The White Mouse tentatively walked a few steps forward.

In the end, she climbed up the lamp candle and drank the lamp oil.

“Golden Chanzi.”

The Buddha’s voice resounded in the main hall.

Frightened the white mouse hurriedly hid to the side.

The handsome monk just gave a slight bow: “Buddha.”

“What did you just put out the lights?”

“Enlighten the Buddha, a white rat is thirsty and wants to drink lamp oil, but the candle light burns and the rat is afraid, so the disciple put out the candle light.”

“You are so ignorant of this lecture? Because a white mouse disturbed your mood, Jin Chanzi, as a disciple of this seat, has not finished six roots, which really disappoints this seat.”

The handsome monk said: “The white rat shuttles through the Daleiyin Temple and hears my Buddha’s teachings. It is inevitable to be thirsty for a while, and I want to drink lamp oil, but the disciple can take advantage of the trend. Why are the six impures?”

“Jin Chanzi, are you questioning this seat?”

“The disciple doesn’t dare? It’s just that all beings in the Buddhist school are equal. The disciple is just a little at a loss, but he doesn’t know what’s wrong? Don’t even dare to question the Buddha’s will.”