Journey To The West: Poor Monks Do Not Want To Take The Western Classics

Chapter 784: Falling asleep

This question has been hidden in Hongjun’s heart for a long time.

Because how can a person’s change be so huge?

In a sentence that basically went to the ruins, he was not a member of this ancient history, so Hongjun couldn’t help but doubt it. Today’s Tang Sanzang is not the original Tang Sanzang at all.

The same is true, leading to the failure of Buddhism Journey to the West.

Even because of this variable, a series of problems have been caused, including the arrival of the Great Tribulation of Chaos.

Xiaoshui frowned slightly: “You don’t understand his identity, and you don’t need to know it either.”

She snorted: “If he was in his heyday, this world would not be able to hold him, just like me, this world would be suppressing my own power.”

Hongjun and Taishang Laojun were stunned.

Even Taishang Laojun couldn’t help thinking about the issue of standing in line again.

“So how does he compare to you?” Hongjun asked tentatively.

“Slightly weaker than me.” Weak Shui said with some uncertainty: “This is the past, and now he, if he completely restores his peak combat power, he should not be much weaker than me. , All the magic power, experience, and understanding of the Tao are integrated, maybe he will be stronger than me.”

The weak water’s voice could not help with a hint of heaviness.

“That is the true pinnacle of life and death, the power of transcendence.”

Hongjun secretly took a breath.

He became more determined to get rid of Tang Sanzang’s mind.

Even now he wants to go deep into the chaos and find the whereabouts of Tang Sanzang.

Then kill him while he is weak.

Hongjun is here, he has always been aloof, looking down on sentient beings.

How can it be possible to tolerate other people with such terrible strength?

Inexplicably, a murderous intent broke out in Hongjun’s heart.

The hostility of the Heavenly Demon appeared as if there was something like nothing.

In fact, Hongjun didn’t find it.

Under the influence of this hostility. Before he knew it, he had begun to change invisibly.

Taishang Laojun looked at Hongjun, with a trace of exploration in his eyes.

The terrible hostility slowly faded from Hongjun’s body, and he couldn’t help sighing.

It also seemed a little strange, how could he have such a terrible murderous aura.

Weak water of Tianhe River.

The atmosphere is full of depression.

Two days have passed.

Tang Sanzang still hasn’t returned.

It seems that he really won’t come back again.

The old mother Lishan kept searching in the chaos.

But in the end I found it, but it was just some broken clothes.

And those red tentacles on Xiao Ling’s head.

“I really want to kill him.”

Nu Wa raised her head and looked at Gao Tian.

She was talking about Hongjun.

If Hongjun had done it in the first place, then Tang Sanzang would definitely not die in battle.

Hou Tu smiled bitterly: “I think too.”

There is no doubt that it is the same as the initial result, and there is always no fluctuation at all.

So Tang Yu confirmed it even more.

None of this is true.

A bold guess came to his mind.

Soul?

This is my own soul.

My consciousness was trapped in the divine soul of my own divine soul.

Tang Yu became nervous for a while.

Could it be said that the main road really took the house?

Will your own consciousness fall into this?