King Golden Horn waited and waited, but his godmother didn't come. Even the little demon who reported the news didn't show up... It's possible that something happened.

As a result, the Golden Horn King became even more panicked. The little Taoist boy who lacked experience in grassroots training did not know how to deal with such a difficult matter. So he could only take all his treasures and fight with this group of robbers.

The next day, King Golden Horn went to the meeting alone with a purple, gold and red gourd, a seven-star sword and a banana fan. For the great god and monster who had become an immortal, the little monsters did not care about anything other than building up their momentum. These little monsters were

For the demon kings, they are just servants doing odd jobs, and it is not convenient to have someone to call them.

These days, the demon clan is declining, and it is becoming more and more difficult to become a spirit. The result is that the little demons are becoming more and more difficult to find. So now the little demons have almost become strategic materials-the battle between the demon kings never hurts the little demons, and the little demons generally

It exists as a trophy.

As for that little Zuanfeng, he was a perfect example of a wandering worker... He changed jobs several times during the entire journey to the West!

When King Golden Horn arrived at the top of Pingding Mountain, he found that the gang that kidnapped his second brother actually consisted of four people. The only one who was in the same realm as him was Young Master Ruyu... He couldn't even tell the realm of the other three!

This means that without the power of the magic weapon, King Golden Horn has no chance of defeating these people.

"Hmph! Who is coming? Tell me your name!" King Golden Horn asked, holding a purple, gold and red gourd.

Tang Seng hesitantly said: "How can a robber report his family name? Aren't you just waiting to be sought for revenge? Just stop thinking about it!"

"You hide your head and show your tail!" King Golden Horn was so angry that his teeth itched... Suddenly he felt familiar with the monk in front of him--isn't this the same monk who learned from the West?

So he made a new plan: "Tang Monk! Do you dare to agree when I call your name?"

"I don't dare! I'm not! Don't scream nonsense!" Tang Monk said loudly: "I'm sorry, I am the third burial of the Demon Monk..."

puff...

King Jinjiao was so angry that he almost spat out his blood. Rogue! Bandit! Shameless! Scum! You are Tang Monk! Demon Monk is a piece of shit! Aren't you afraid that Tathagata will kill you?

If a tree doesn't need bark, it will definitely die. If a person is shameless, he will be invincible. Tang Monk was completely shameless, and King Golden Horn was helpless. So he could only take out the banana fan to fan the flames, and the raging true fire of Samadhi was fanned out from the void by the banana fan.

The air was twisted and burned.

Tang Seng revealed his finely decorated golden body and walked boldly into the flames... Then his trousers were burned to ashes and turned into vacuum packaging. Tang Seng was a little depressed - he forgot that his trousers were not fireproof.

One crop!

Seeing that the incombustible Samadhi True Fire couldn't hurt Tang Monk, the Golden Horn King was completely panicked. Even the magic weapon that could catch the enemy by surprise couldn't be used... Should he be allowed to fight Tang Monk with a seven-star sword?

?

He is just a Taoist boy! Martial arts in themselves are ordinary... What's more, Tang Monk is not alone! He is accompanied by Sun Wukong, Marshal Tianpeng and a white dragon!

"You're so bold, you're a monster, and you won't be able to catch me without any help!" Tang Monk bathed in the true fire of Samadhi as if the true god had descended: "I can tell at a glance that you are not a monster - a mighty heavenly dragon!"

Tang Seng jumped back and flew out of the area covered by the Samadhi True Fire. The little white dragon transformed into its true body and flew forward, turning into a body-protecting true dragon and circling around Tang Seng.

"Ascend! Kasaya!" Tang Monk stretched out his hand and the golden cassock flew over from a distance, trapping the Golden Horned King in it like a bag of fur.

Sun Wukong, carrying the stick, pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "Damn it...Bidu let this monk pretend to go away..."

Tianpeng chuckled and said: "The monk is just a kid in his twenties..."

"God, you are a child in his twenties...your children are so big and golden!" Sun Wukong complained.

After removing King Golden Horn's joints and sealing his body with immortal essence, he could finally be reunited with his brother.

"Second brother! Are you okay?" King Golden Horn asked in embarrassment.

King Yinjiao said with a sad face: "These grandsons don't have martial ethics, so they can't suck it into the bottle... I hate it!"

Tang Monk only had one cassock on his body... Fortunately, it was big enough, so he didn't even have to wear trousers after putting it on.

"Do you want to die or live?" Tang Monk pointed the big head of the nine-ringed tin staff at the Golden Horn King, as if he would kill him if he disagreed with him.

King Golden Horn quickly begged for mercy: "I want to live! I want to live! I want to live! Holy Monk, please spare my life!"

"The alchemy boy from Tushita Palace, right? No wonder he's covered in treasures!" Sun Wukong came over with a toothpick in his mouth and said, "Five thousand golden elixirs for each person to pay for their life... It's not too much!"

"We don't have the golden elixir..." King Jinjiao said with a sad face: "All the golden elixirs belong to the master, we can only use them as we please."

Tang Monk looked up at the sky with a smile: "You don't have it, but someone does! Look...the rich man is here!"

"Monk! Wait a minute..." Taishang Laojun came on a cloud, looking like the founder of the immortal family.

Sun Wukong bared his teeth at the Supreme Lord: "Old official, this boy in your family is a demon in the lower realm...do you have to give me an explanation?"

"Didn't I help you succumb to the demons?" Taishang Laojun said with a kind face.

"Bah! We caught the monster, and we mixed up the treasure... It's a fixed price, 20,000 gold elixirs, isn't it a loss?" Sun Wukong Lion said loudly.

The Supreme Lord was very happy: "You monkey are the reincarnation of a businessman, right? Otherwise, I don't want the boy and the magic weapon. You can go find the golden elixir elsewhere!"

Tang Monk asked: "Really? It's great. My father, Emperor Zhenwu, is quite poor. These treasures are also innate spiritual treasures...enough to exchange for many good things from my father."

Taishang Laojun's face twitched, how could he have forgotten that guy! That guy Zhenwu is really shameless! It's hard to get the treasure in his pocket, but the almost invincible cultivator under that guy's holy master

Because as long as he hides in the Three Realms, no one can do anything... Although he is Taishang Laojun and the clone of the Holy Lord, the Taiqing Saint's temperament in cultivating the path of inaction may not necessarily care about him!

If you don't count the Tai Chi diagram in your hand, Taishang Laojun may not be able to beat Yang Hongru in the Three Realms. This guy's cultivation level was relatively reasonable in two thousand years, but as time goes by, this guy is getting worse and worse.

Terrible.

So if these treasures of mine fall into the hands of that guy Zhenwu, he will be like a meat bun and beat a dog and never come back. He has seen Yang Hongru's shame... Zhenwu's Demon Sword is the result of Yang Hongru grinding the Taishang.

Refined by you.

"Twenty thousand golden elixirs, right? Pindao gave it to..." Taishang Laojun threw two small gourds to Tang Monk with a depressed look.

After Tang Monk took back the immortal essence in the Golden Horn and Silver Horn, he gently threw the limp boy onto Laojun's cloud head. The fairy cloud head can only carry accomplished monks, and if a mortal jumps on it, he will fall down.

Then Tang Monk asked Sun Wukong to return the captured treasures to Taishang Laojun. To be honest, these treasures of Taishang Laojun are of great value-not to mention 20,000 golden elixirs, even if it is two million, 20 million golden elixirs

You can never get such a good baby back!

"By the way, Laojun, we still have a hostage...do you want to take him or not?" Tang Seng asked kindly.

"Who?" Taishang Laojun asked.

"An old vixen, but these two unlucky children call her godmother..." Tang Monk said quietly.

Taishang Laojun's expression did not change: "This monster has nothing to do with me, please do as you please."

"Really?" Tang Monk asked suspiciously, "Okay...that's all. My mother has been suffering from the cold recently. A fox fur scarf might be able to withstand the biting cold wind."

Taishang Laojun gritted his teeth: "God has the virtue of good life, you are a monk..."

"Who told you that I became a monk? Being a monk is just my job! My father taught me Buddhism. My bald head is because I haven't grown my hair since I was a child... As for the scars, they were permed out with the power of incense.

..It hurts me to death." Tang Seng hummed and said: "If you give me another 10,000 gold elixirs, I will let that vixen go! Otherwise, I will break up the vote... What's the use of keeping him as a worthless hostage?"

"Humph! I have written this down..." Taishang Laojun threw another gourd to Tang Monk, which contained ten thousand golden elixirs.

"Monkey smash! Let him go!" Tang Monk waved his hand and said.

Sun Wukong dragged the old fox out from the tent at the back and handed it to Taishang Laojun before turning around and leaving.

The rest of the story is obviously not something they can know. Tang Seng and the others have already gotten an advantage, so they can't be good.

The wind is blowing!
Chapter completed!