"It's been a long time since I was called the Golden Chanzi."
The old monk sighed with emotion.
While talking, he scratched his body and dropped countless dust, mixed with squirming insects, which was unbearable to see.
At least Guan Yun, Tang Yan, and Tang Que couldn't stand it. How could this look like the leader of a demon kingdom, a giant and a powerful person?
When they came here, they imagined that what they saw would be demonic flames that were overwhelming and arrogant.
Chen Yang smiled slightly and then handed over his hand: "Perhaps the monk would rather be called Tang Sanzang, or Merit Buddha?"
The old monk said nonchalantly: "I'm just a monk, you can call me whatever you want."
"Monk just didn't expect that a fellow villager could actually come here.
It's a blessing to be martyred together when I pass away."
While speaking, the old monk raised his head to face Chen Yang and others, grinning.
The teeth are white, dirty and peeling off. With a smile or a word, the evil and demonic energy is fully revealed.
...fellow fellow...
...Burial...
Is it lucky?
Lucky for you?!
I was treated very badly by the old monk.
"wrong!"
The old monk looked at Chen Yang in surprise, shook his head and said, "The tiger soul is not in your body."
He turned his gaze and landed on Guan Yun's face. With a "swipe" movement, two swastikas appeared in his dim old eyes, staring at Guan Yun.
Guan Yun felt that all his skin and flesh were gone, his bones were penetrated, everything was visible and nothing was hidden.
"What a pity~"
The old monk said regretfully: "It's just a scabbard of Hu Po, not a fellow villager."
When he said this, an inexplicable anger lingered between the peaceful words, making everyone truly feel that he was just regretting that not one more fellow villager could be buried.
"Crunch~Crunch~"
Guan Yun turned his head and smiled bitterly at Chen Yang: "I can't suppress it anymore."
"It, it's coming out."
Chen Yangming realized that this "it" refers to the tiger soul.
Does it also feel the atmosphere of an acquaintance or fellow countryman?
Before Chen Yang could reply, Guan Yun suddenly screamed and opened his mouth.
"Tsk~"
The air tore open, and the air took the shape of a black tiger with wings. Accompanied by the sword air, it soared into the sky, and then transformed into the shape of a thick-backed broadsword.
Chi You, the leader of the army, fought against the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan's weapon, the Tiger Soul Sword.
"Old man meets fellow man..."
Chen Yang smiled bitterly, this sword and this cicada were obviously old acquaintances. Before, he thought that Guan Yun would let Guan Yun release the tiger sword to deal with Jin Chanzi, but now it seems that there is no chance.
Before he could finish a thought, Chen Yang's eyes widened.
One knife.
Knock it down!
The one who was hacked was the fellow countryman.
Between the vertical and horizontal sword energy, ripples appeared in the sky above the Demon Kingdom, and an illusory world descended.
Hundreds of thousands of mountains, the Jiuli tribe, jackals, tigers and leopards, demons, gods and strangers roared out.
This sword cut out Jiuli's undying unruly spirit.
"This is really a case of a fellow villager meeting a fellow villager and stabbing him in the head."
Chen Yang subconsciously turned his head to look at Guan Yun.
I saw that Guan Yun also looked dumbfounded.
He looked back at Chen Yang and muttered: "It's not me, I don't have it."
Not only was Guan Yun not overwhelmed at this moment, but he felt relaxed as he had never felt before after becoming the Tiger Soul Scabbard.
The Tiger Soul Sword didn't know whether it was because he looked down on him or because he was afraid of killing him with one blow, but he actually used the accumulated knowledge of Jiuli to kill him with the sword.
Chen Yang nodded, Guan Yun really did not control the situation, it was the tiger soul sword that made its own decisions.
"They must have a grudge."
Chen Yang looked at the bodhi tree as if he were watching a show.
"Why."
"Hu Po, you are already in such a miserable state, why are you still so irritable?"
The old monk sighed: "Are you still thinking about your old master Chi You? You have a knife, why should you remember the past? Chi You was already cut into pieces."