Step Back! Master is Here! Chapter 593: Kill Xitian!

The golden horn that was about to get up was stepped on his back by Tang Luo and stepped back to the ground.
He slammed heavily on the ground, as if he was under pressure to re-enter 10,000 mountains, and could not move.
"Is it you ?! Tang Xuanzhang!"
The face of the golden horn buried in the ground was extremely embarrassing.
Although he looked different, he had noticed the clue. This was illusion.
The person who stepped on him was not someone else, it was Tang Xuanzhang that year!
The second person he hated was Sun Wukong.
"That's right, it's the poor monk," Tang Luo said, "seeing that you're so miserable, the poor monk can rest assured."
Without waiting for the Golden Horn to speak, Sun Wukong had arrived behind him, and the golden hoop stick in his hand was straight up.
"Interrupt the limbs," Tang Luo said in a timely manner.
The direction of the gold hoop rod changed, and he smashed four times, smashing the limbs of the golden horn.
After doing this, Sun Wukong put the golden hoop on the ground for a meal and stood on the ground while he was sitting on the ground, breathing heavily.
At this moment, he looked terrible and miserable.
Two-thirds of the body's position was black and red, and the blood continued to flow out to the ground, forming a small stream.
The rest is not even blackened flesh, revealing sensible bones.
The injuries were extremely serious.
But Sun Wukong laughed extremely brightly, as if pressed on his heart, and the mountain on his head was moved away.
Never had such a cheerful mood, and the body has never been lighter.
Sun Wukong was happy, and the golden horns were naturally furious. They forcibly "taken" the jade jar and banana fan to do something.
Before I have time to do something, Zhu Bajie stretched out his hand and grabbed two magic weapons in his hand. I still remember to say, "Thank you."
Began to erase the mark left by the golden horn on the magic weapon.
After being robbed of two magic weapons, he was traumatized again, and the severely injured golden horn vomited a large mouthful of blood, and almost passed out.
"Silver Horn told me that you are playing with Goku? Pretty happy?" Tang Luo stepped on Golden Horn casually.
"Humph."
The humming voice came out, and Jin Horn was very angry. "Your apprentice is already our toy, we have a dog! Are you a master, happy to see you?"
"Goku."
Don Lowe said.
Sun Wukong took the golden hoop in his hand and smashed it.
Golden Horn's body shook, and his waist was almost smashed down, and his injuries were worse.
"It seems that you enjoy the feeling of being sneered at the same time while being beaten by others, and you feel like you are handsome?" Tang Luo said slowly, "I haven't seen your golden horn shaking like this before." "
"Heaven has a good virtue, and a monk is compassionate."
"So the poor monk fulfills your wish."
"Goku, just take a breath." Tang Luo stepped back and handed the golden horn to Sun Wukong, who described him as horrible.
Sun Wukong grabbed Jin Jiao's neck and pulled it in front of him, his unhappy smile pointed at him: "I don't know why. When I see you, I feel very angry."
Jin Jiao opened his mouth and said a few vague words.
"What are you talking about?" Sun Wukong showed his sharp, sharp teeth and pulled the golden horns over.
Golden Horn's eyes dropped, and he continued to whisper unintelligible words.
"Speak clearly." Sun Wukong put his ears to Jin Jiao's mouth.
Suddenly, a sound of magic sounds poured into his mind, loosening the golden horn in his hand, and Sun Wukong took two steps back, grabbed his head with both hands, and smashed it onto the nearby stone.
The stone was smashed by his head, but it did not relieve the pain at all.
The horrible magic sound continued to pour into my mind, unable to resist at all, and a feeling of weakness struck, making it difficult to stand.
"Tighten the curse!"
Zhu Wuneng's complexion changed greatly, why the golden horn would hug the curse!
"Leave me, or let your disciples be buried!"
The spell of the tightly bound curse barely formed a sentence, and the golden horns with their limbs hanging in the air looked at Tang Luo.
As soon as the words fell, Tang Luo reached out and grabbed.
Golden Horn's head fell into his hands, his fingers closed, and his head was crushed together with the spirit.
"Stupid? The hostages haven't reached their hands and dare to ask for conditions?" The headless corpse dropped to the ground, and no fox prototype appeared. Tang Luo shook the blood on his hands. Wipe off the blood on the urn.
Pig Wuneng swallowed a bit of saliva, and suddenly realized why Tang Luo's puppet was so bloody.
"What's going on? Why is he holding on to the spell?"
Sun Wukong lay on the ground, his voice hoarse and low.
"It's a bit heavy to talk about, and the teacher is also considering choosing a suitable time." Tang Luo said.
"Say." Sun Wukong proved in words that it was appropriate now.
Tang Luo nodded, walked to the side and sat down: "Things start with the collapse of the mountains and seas where the teacher is."
The mountains and seas were simply broken down to form countless brand new worlds. The golden and silver horns were the two of the mountains and seas.
There are only words revealed by Silver Horn and Golden Horn, and they have been said again.
"They mean, we are just their pawns, and everything is under their control?" Pig Wu Neng's face was extremely ugly and dark.
Almost from a domestic pig to a wild boar.
At this time, Sun Wukong had no more movement and lowered his head so that he could not see his expression.
"Yes." Tang Luo nodded.
"Who are they?" Sun Wukong's deep voice came out.
"I don't know," Tang Luo said. "Maybe it was a former deity or a monster that had been beaten and taken away before."
"it is good."
Sun Wukong looked up and showed a sloppy smile, "Then find them and smash them all to death!"
"... It's not the problem," said Pig Wu Neng. "Who are we, and is everything we know and experience false?"
"Is this important?" Sun Wukong looked at Zhu Wuneng. "I just want to find those people and then kill them, or be killed by them. This was what the old Sun planned to do, but now he is more certain. "
Sun Wukong's thoughts were never obedient to Xitian.
He is going to Xitian to fight another fight with that "bald monk". You will die!
Nothing else.
Go to his mother-in-law's conspiracy, go to his mother-in-law's chess pieces and toys.
What's the truth? unimportant!
Even if Lao Sun is a dog with a collar, he will have to pounce on it and bite a bite!
Pig Wu's face turned black.
If everything is some kind of high above arrangement, it means ...
"Don't think about it." Zhu Bajie patted Zhu Wuneng's shoulder. "If it's unhappy, kill us with Xitian, God blocks God, Buddha blocks Buddha, kills those behind the backhand, and appreciates them panicked Looks like, then, smash the poor and ridiculous faces, wouldn't you be quick? "
"Can it be done?" Pig Wu Neng said.
"You can't do it alone." Zhu Bajie told the truth, "It's easy for us to work together."
He pointed to Tang Luo: "Seeing that Master did not, he was holding the same idea and sing along all the way and came to Xitian."
"Then smashed the plot?" Pig Wu Neng's dim eyes brightened.
"No," said Pig Bajie. "Although he always felt surrounded by conspiracies, the Buddha was very good to the master, like his biological son. Until the mountains and seas were broken, nothing strange happened."
"..."
Pig Wu can feel that if he can't fight it by himself, this suspected counterfeit product will pick up the nine-tooth rake and the real thing in front of him.
"How do I know that your presence is also part of the conspiracy?" Pig Wuneng asked.
"Huh?" Pig Bajie blinked. "That's all too well. It's not impossible for you to say that."
"Shouldn't you be persuading at this time?" Pig Wu can be a little crazy, you admit a fart!
Pig Bajie nodded, and said, "Right, I advise you to go with us and kill you, or you can stay here, and we are not against it. In fact, it is boring to pretend to be a sand monk. So much to say. "
The dead sand monk was a very dumb person with few words.
Tang Luo sat on the white horse over there, and on the surface, Sun Wukong, who had recovered from the injury, was standing next to him with a golden hoop and was ready to go.
... Are there no brains in this group of people? Can't think?
Pig Wu Neng is helpless.
Or, the result of their thinking is "we rushed up and killed them without leaving a piece of armor"?
The person who solves the manufacturing problem is tantamount to solving the problem.
It is really hard for you to think about such a result.
Pig Wu Neng is still thinking, and several figures flew over the sky: "Who dares to make trouble in my lotus city!"
It is the few remaining demon generals under the Golden Horn and Silver Horn.
Their speed is not as fast as the Golden Horn, and now they are late.
Sun Wukong jumped up and rushed to the demon generals, and Jin Huanwan waved the sky stick figure: "Your grandpa is here, come and die!"
Fighting broke out again.
The blood was falling from the sky and dripping on Pig Wu Neng's face, it was the blood of Sun Wukong.
Zhu Wuneng shook his right hand into a fist, bit his teeth, and took out his nine-tooth rake: "Your grandpa pig is here too!"
Pig Bajie looked up at the monsters fighting in the sky and said, "Master, wouldn't he be the reincarnation of a master's soul, or something like that?"
"Not like ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Tang Luo shook his head." Since some people do the game, then we break the game and the truth will come to life. "
Pig Bajie glanced at the corpse of the golden horns, feeling not necessarily.
Not every BOSS behind the scenes likes to explain everything.
Although Tangluo is a deaf, there are always accidents. For example, Tangluo dared to abandon the Golden Horn and dared to raise the conditions without taking the hostage.
"Both of them are down?" Tang Luo looked at the sky and folded his hands. "Dharma is boundless! Goku and Wu Neng, let these monsters feel the thickness of the Dharma."
Sun Wukong and Zhu Wuneng suddenly turned their blood, feeling that they could poke out a hole in the sky.
"gone."
Tang Luo patted Bai Longma's neck, and the sound of horseshoes was hidden in the sound of fighting from the sky.
I started my second westbound trip. This time, I shouldn't jump out of the gods and Buddhas and say "Holy Monk, this is my family's mount ... give me face".