This operation was so slutty that it almost made the old village chief's waist flash.

Is the Heavenly Court opened by your family? Or is the Moon Palace under your jurisdiction?

It's as simple as lighting the lights when it's dark.

Maybe, this is the boss.

"Donor, what do you think of the moonlight this evening?"

The monk turned around, looked at the old village chief, and asked with a smile.

"Okay, this moonlight is naturally extremely beautiful."

The old village chief said, his face a little complicated.

Fear, joy, and there is some solemnity in it.

The origin of this monk is absolutely extraordinary.

Could it be which big Buddha in Lingshan?

It’s not that they don’t know Tang Sanzang.

A Tang Sanzang's iconic golden sedan was put away.

Second, they have only been in the Three Realms for a few years and have been living in this corner and working in peace and contentment. It is rare to even go out a few times within a radius of thousands of miles.

Hope they can get to know Tang Sanzang?

It does not exist.

"I don't know whether the moonlight is beautiful or not. The moons from ancient times are all this, and I can't tell the difference. But I see, there are always ignorant demons who come here to be presumptuous! Then let them all be wiped out."

Sun Wukong jumped up and looked at the sky not far away.

A white skeleton birdman flew over.

Most of them are two-winged and four-winged, and only a small number are six-winged.

Each of them had a cold breath, and wherever they passed, even solidified frost fell from the sky.

"I'm Old Sun?"

The quasi-saint old woman was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought,

She always feels that she has heard of this title somewhere.

"They are here!"

The old village chief shouted.

“…”

“Everything is ready!”

"Kill these ghost things!"

"The bones are destroyed!"

The atmosphere in Yangcun first fell into extreme excitement, and then aura burst out one after another.

The villagers who originally looked ordinary all stepped up and waited for it with all their might.

"Come!"

The old village chief waved his hand and the hoe that was originally used as a hoe appeared as it was, and it was a spear!

Other villagers also took action.

Brooms, shoulder poles, crutches... All ordinary farm tools and even daily necessities have become their original appearance, a long spear with a cold light shining!

"The creatures in Yangjiajie will fight to the death without retreating!"

The old village chief shouted.

A secret realm is broken, and they have already taken a lot of attention and only want to live in a corner and work in peace and contentment.

As for the heroic career, immortality, and cultivation, they have no attraction in their eyes.

The secret realm collapses, no matter what your identity is, you will still die.

In this case, how is the world different?

If you fail to become Hunyuan, you will also be in danger of falling in the infinite disaster.

They don’t want to practice hard anymore, so they can just live like this for the rest of their lives.

But even if they have retreated so much and don’t cause trouble, they will eventually find the door!

There is no way to retreat!

Since that's the case, then fight hard and fight to the death without retreating!

Yangjiajie does not cause trouble, but never fears trouble!

"My sons, kill me with me!"

The old village chief was filled with blood and was ahead of his head.

Perhaps because of the early night of full moon, this unusual movement released more skeletons and birds.

At first glance, not to mention the Daluo Golden Immortal Taiyi Golden Immortal, there are as many as seven or eight quasi-saint aura.

If it were the former Yangcun, it would definitely be in danger of destruction.

Fortunately, Tang Sanzang's existence made the old village chief feel relieved and he also feels confident.

When enemies meet, they are extremely jealous.

The Skeleton Birdman killed nearly ten villagers in Yangcun, which was unforgettable hatred!

And this kind of hatred can only be resolved by death.

"Kill!" ×n.

There was a sound of shouting and killing, resounding throughout the sky.

All the villagers in Yang Village held spears and formed a formation, and were about to kill the skeleton birdmen.

"Hehe, just these birds, why do you need to treat you as if you are home? Let me, Lao Sun!"

Sun Wukong stomped his feet on the void, and his four-foot-long body suddenly jumped forward.

Facing thousands of skeleton birdmen, his face was unruly and without any nervousness.

"Hao!"

Sun Wukong took out the Ruyi Golden Cudgel from his ear, and when he shook it, it was as thick as a bowl. He grabbed it with both hands and swept it across with a stick in front of him.

"boom!"

The void shattered and cracked thousands of feet wide.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The sound of explosions came one after another.

With one stick, everything is equal.

Whether it is the Daluo Golden Immortal or the Quasi-Saint Power, no matter what your strength is.

Skeleton birdmen were blown into pieces, turned into powder, and swallowed into it by the cracks in the void.

Destroy thousands of souls with one stick!

"hiss!"

The villagers were murderous and had a high fighting spirit and rushed out a few steps, and then they stopped unsteadily, almost unable to control their own strength to explode to the extreme.

Everyone was shocked to look at Sun Wukong.

Good guy, have you killed so many skeleton birdmen with just one stick?

Even the quasi-saint powerful man is like a paper-paste clay statue!?

This is too exaggerated!

"The Great Sage of the Monkey King! It is the Great Sage of the Monkey King Sun Wukong. I have heard of it! It is a disciple of the Three Gangs of the Holy Buddha of Lingshan!"

The old woman shouted in surprise.

"What?"

"Saint Buddha Disciple!?"

"It is said that the Holy Buddha has attained the supreme Hunyuan Dao Fruit, and his status is extremely high in this world!"

The villagers said one by one, and they could not hide their shock in their tone.

They have never been out, but over the years, there have been immortal cultivators traveling from south to north and running around here.

The large-scale establishment of the Immortal Cultivation School makes the figures of practitioners more common.

They have never seen the Holy Buddha, nor have they seen other great saints.
To be continued...