How did Tang Cheng escape his life?

The stick talisman was unable to be used because of the disappearance of the stick. The wind and thunder wings became slow because of the soul-devouring black fog and it was difficult to dodge. Tang Cheng was once again trapped in the desperate situation of life and death. If the last time it was Tang Cheng who did it intentionally, then this time it was that he was lured into the desperate situation by Wutian.

However, enlightenment is not something, nor is it a pet raised by Tang Cheng. At this critical moment of life and death, Tang Cheng did not suddenly realize his supernatural powers and fight back against his opponents as he expected.

Tang Cheng activated a red thunder sword - Gan Tian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword. Unlike before, Tang Cheng said this time that the thunder was in his hands.

The sword light was like thunder, stabbing the sharp blade of the Brushing Yang Ge. The moment the sword light was formed, a talisman quietly generated, burned and took effect at Wu Tian's feet.

Seeing that Tang Cheng actually condensed lightning with his vitality to resist the Yang Ge, the sharpness of this top-grade artifact, Wutian's expressionless face couldn't help but sneer.

【You are so naive!】

Gan Tian Zhenyang Divine Thunder Sword burst out, and Ben Fei's energy suddenly threw Tang Cheng down. However, a cloud formed by black mist suddenly formed under Wutian's feet, lifting him upwards.

In this misalignment, Wu Tian was bound to get a thorn, passing through Tang Cheng's scalp. With only a slight difference, he could cut Tang Cheng's head into two pieces.

Once Tang Cheng escaped from the cave, he did not flap his wings and left. Instead, he suddenly used all his strength to urge the Shenxiao Five Elements Heavenly Tribulation Sword. The trivial white sword lights collided with each other to form a thunder pillar. The thunder pillar pierced through the soul-devouring black fog in the blink of an eye.

Tang Cheng was bathed in thunder, as majestic as a god. The lightning ruthlessly tore his clothes into pieces and spread and flew freely on his body. However, Tang Cheng also took the opportunity to escape from the entanglement of the soul-devouring black fog.

Once Tangcheng recovers all its speed, even with Wuya's power, it will not be able to stop Tangcheng from leaving.

After getting out of this trap, Tang Cheng used the simplest cloud-shooting talisman. I have to say, what a wonderful irony this is.

Unlike Tangcheng's bad luck, this time the law is lucky.

When Tang Cheng was fighting with Wutian, Wuya was thinking about his thoughts alone, but Faxiang was unwilling to give up and wanted to find out whether there were any fragments of the bluestone.

However, the bluestone was not found, but the golden wings that the Saint King of Whispers sacrificed to be refined into a medium-grade artifact. The wings were similar to the Fenglei wings of Tangcheng, and were made of feathers.

The difference is that the purpose of the Saint King of Wonderful Wings is not to fly away, but to refine each feather as he wishes, because his own pair of wings is already the best in Beijuluzhou.

After Faxing picked up the wings, he saw the battle in the black fog silently, while there was a light from the distant sky. Faxing didn't think it would be reinforcements. He looked at the dark soul-devouring black fog with regret and sneaked away alone.

Because he was summoned by Wuya, the Thirteen Saints of the Demon Clan had no reason to give up halfway, and his Dharma nature was very careful, so he actually escaped without any danger.

After Tang Cheng got rid of Wutian and escaped thousands of miles, he remembered the companion of Faxing. Of course, with Tang Cheng's friendship with Faxing, he had not yet been so righteous that he immediately returned to his original place and sacrificed his life to save him.

At the same time, Tang Cheng also believed that Wu Tian and others who had not succeeded in plotting against him were afraid that they would use Dharma nature as a pike. There is a 70% chance that Dharma nature has been destroyed by those demons. In this case, it is not worth it to risk going back.

So, Tang Cheng immediately went to the bank of the river to meet his second soul.

Passing thousands of miles of mountains and flying with one wing.

When Tangcheng arrived at the river, it was sunset. The sunset shone on the river surface, with rugged waves. The fisherman swayed his small fishing boats and returned to the riverside, selling his harvest all day long.

When he saw Monk Xuanbing, the other party was holding a willow tree by the river, with a look of memorial. The pale yellow light reflected on his bright head, shining, attracting laughter and joy for the children by the river.

Li Qi, the leader of the revival of the Tang Dynasty, had a reputation as hell, and everyone believed that a peaceful life was right in front of him. Therefore, even though life was a bit difficult, these fishermen still looked full of hope.

But who would have thought that the previous rebellion of the vassal kings was just the prelude to the troubled times, and the more cruel world was behind and followed closely. Tang Cheng, the Shura clan's cruelty, witnessed with his own eyes that once those bloodthirsty Shura entered the world, the Middle Land would really become the Shura field. Tang Cheng couldn't even imagine what kind of purgatory would it be on earth.

Is such a vibrant world just the last ray of the prosperous age?

"Monkey Xuanbing, long time no see!" After Monk Xuanbing sighed and woke up from his memories, Tang Cheng smiled and called.

When Monk Xuanbing turned around, he saw that it was Tang Cheng, and couldn't help but clasped his hands and said, "Good Zhenren Tang!" After a fierce battle with Wutian, Tang Cheng was almost dead and alive. His breath was like a sharp sword unsheathed. Monk Xuanbing didn't even need to look to know that a soul cultivator was standing behind his home.

However, after he said that he had just noticed that it was Tang Cheng, the former opponent who had achieved the position of Yuanshen, which was so embarrassing. Fortunately, Tang Cheng never thought that Yuanshen cultivators were superior, and they had not experienced hundreds of years of continuous worship. In other words, Tang Cheng's mentality had not changed from the realm of Yuandan. Therefore, after a while, the two of them started to laugh again.

However, the demise of Nalanda Temple had a great impact on Xuanbing. After a few words, Xuanbing thought of the glory of Nalanda Temple in the past. Compared with today's downs and downs, he was a world of people, which made people feel particularly uncomfortable.

After a while, the second soul returned and looked at each other with Tang Cheng and understood it in his heart. Monk Xuanbing originally wanted to introduce it, but he immediately stopped seeing this situation.

However, Monk Xuanbing was still staring at the second soul, and his eyes were making a silent question: Dear, what about the surprise that he had agreed to? The second soul was very embarrassed by this silent question.

Originally, the surprise referred to by the second soul was the return of the monk Zhifaxing, the soul monk, and some monks who might have been in seclusion at Sumi Cliff.

But now, the Dharma nature is gone, and the Sumi Cliff has even broken into ashes. Therefore, the only way for Tangcheng is to be left. Under the urging of the second soul, he took out the Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni and said apologetically: "I came too late, and I can only snatch this Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni. I am really ashamed!"

Monk Xuanbing was extremely shocked. Although he and Tang Cheng had two Buddhist and Taoist sects, the Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni was just white jade dust in Tang Cheng's hands. However, Tang Cheng was able to return this top-grade artifact to him. This behavior was described in one word, that was stupid, and in two words, it was very stupid; in three words, it was particularly stupid.

He took the token of the head tremblingly, and Monk Xuanbing shed tears in the sky and said, "Tang Zhenren is Gao Yi, I have no choice but to repay the little monk. If Nalanda Temple is rebuilt for one day in the future, there will inevitably be a rich stroke of Tang Zhenren in the stele forest."

Although Monk Xuanbing's words were just verbal words, it was his only way. The value of a top-grade artifact was incalculable. Stop saying that Monk Xuanbing's pocket was empty, even if he was really full of bags, he could not afford a top-grade magical price.

On the way, the number of top-grade magical numbers is only a palm.

Kunwu sword, Deserting Yang Ge, Da Sun Tathagata's robe, Thousand Buddhas' robe, and Eight-Phase Picture of Sakyamuni. Each piece is a secret that is not passed on, so what Monk Xuanbing can do is to record this matter with a rich and colorful stroke in the sect's stele forest.
Chapter completed!