Step Back! Master is Here!

Soon, "people" appeared in front of the black snake spirit.

Different from the excitement of other monsters, the tall and strong man with a naked upper body and a blond man seemed calmer. He frowned and looked at the black snake spirit: "Did you really catch Tang Seng?"

"Yes, General Tiger!"

The Black Snake raised his chest and was very proud.

The monsters are not so particular about it, all kinds of names are messy.

The monsters of Pingdingshan are the two kings of gold and silver.

There are eight demon generals under the horns of gold and silver, tigers, wolves, bears, foxes, turtles, snakes, crickets, (yinlei).

This is the tiger demon among them.

Everyone called him General Tiger, very simple and clear.

"Shouldn't it be bald in the monk's words?" General Tiger looked at Baifa Tangluo and asked exactly the same question.

"It seems that next time let Bajie perform a magic trick," Tang Luo secretly said in his heart.

This group of dead-headed monsters are very attached to bald heads, and they don't want to learn the hard way. They are in the wild for one hundred and ninety days.

At that time, Tang Luo was inconvenienced by hair, so Ao Yulie fired a lightning bolt from time to time.

The hair is directly electrified into a coke powder, which can be removed with a swipe, and the body can be tempered.

Now naturally there is no need to leave a bald on purpose, as long as Tang Luo is willing, his hair can also be a weapon.

"I don't know," said the black snake, "I snatched it from under the eyes of Sun Wukong."

"That great saint?" General Tiger was puzzled.

To be honest, compared to the confusion of why the monk was not bald, he was even more curious about how this little snake tied the Tang monk from the hand of Qi Tianda Sheng, the legendary demon.

"What a big heaven!" Black Snake said disdainfully. "It's gone, it's old and it's old, I'll do a little trick and he'll be the one."

Tell me your proud plan to tune the tiger away from the mountain.

"It looks like it's really caught, let's go, I'll take you to see the king." General Tiger reached out his hand.

The snake body that tangled around Tang Luo immediately collapsed, like a dead snake, and let its big fan-like hands take away its prey.

With Tang Luo on his shoulders, General Tiger strode toward the Lotus Hall on the top.

The black snake let the big snake leave, and he followed behind General Tiger, spewing snake snakes from time to time, his face was slightly haggard.

Carrying Tang Seng swaggered across the city, it should be his glory!

I didn't expect to be kicked by this tiger, but he could kill his own tiger general with one hand. The black snake dare not make a mistake, I just hope the kings can remember his credit.

It was enough to have one of his seats at the final banquet.

Outside the Lotus Temple, this place is no worse than the mess in the city, very quiet.

It wasn't a fierce monster standing outside the gate, but two gold armored soldiers, at least in appearance, didn't have the characteristics of a monster.

I don't know what monster it is.

"I brought the Tang Monk to see the Great King and the Second King." General Tiger said loudly, carrying Tang Luo.

The black snake spirit stopped talking in the back.

The two armored soldiers didn't talk much and opened the door silently.

General Tiger strode in, leaving the black snake essence outside.

The black snake sprite continued to spit out, making a "hissing" sound, crooked, and seemed to want to do something. But facing two expressionless gold armored soldiers, they could only shrink to the side and squat down to wait.

I don't know how many times General Tiger was hanged.

The lotus palace, full of immortality, pavilions, flowers and trees, pool cranes, is like a fairy palace far better than a monster's lair.

It's normal. The golden horn and the silver horn are two of the boys who Taishang Laojun took care of the gossip furnace.

They are not monsters, but gods. The immortality of the place where they live is a matter of justice.

In the Pingdingshan that Tangluo passed, the Lotus Cave is actually a fairyland.

It's just that this fairy palace is not so exaggerated.

Judging from the strength of Sun Wukong, this world is far from the mountains and seas of Tang Luo.

The strength is not good. The appearance of these two boys is astonishingly large, far exceeding.

General Tiger walked into the grand hall, under his feet was a layer of faint clouds, covering the position of the calf.

On both sides are Panlong gold pillars, not a roof above, but a blue sky.

There is not much decoration in the hall, just two futons.

General Tiger did not stop in the empty hall, but passed through the hall and entered the back garden.

Upon entering, there was an intoxicating scent of wine. General Tiger's nose was closed and folded twice, depressing the wine bug.

As a tiger demon, good wine is better than good meat.

The Lotus Palace, the wine pond in the garden, is his favorite place.

Of course, General Tiger must have remembered his responsibilities, smelling the wine and walking towards the inside of the garden.

The laughter of Yingying Yanyan came, and there were various cheers, mixed with some depressing painful calls.

General Tiger saw pink petals flying on a platform paved with white jade slabs.

A group of graceful women dancing the magic of heaven and magic, the voice of extravagance is fascinating.

Beside them, one wolf is killing each other.

It can be seen that the person is not an ordinary person, regardless of strength and speed, it is quite good, and can be regarded as a monk who has entered the door.

The wolf is not an ordinary wolf. It has a black body and a huge body. At first glance, it looks like a black bear is better than a wolf.

This is a wolf demon, barely a monster, a monster, not an ordinary beast.

His mouth was chewing on the man's broken hand, and blood kept flowing down his mouth.

The white jade slab was already red.

The tragedy on this side is in stark contrast to the dance on the other side.

Outside the platform, a bunch of demons and monsters are watching, shouting loudly, and there are many captives, a scene of devil dancing.

On the back stage, it was completely different.

The white clouds formed a soft cushion and a silver robe. The handsome and unparalleled young man was lying on it, squinting his eyes, and the maid next to him served with all his might.

The boy in silver robe picked up the grapes next to him and threw them down.

The grape rolled down on the platform, just happened to be stepped on by the monk, lost balance, and bit off his head by the giant wolf.

There was originally dancing, and one of the dancers trembled slightly. Two lines of tears remained, but she had to put on a smiling face and continue to dance involuntarily.

These dancers have monsters and some people.

"Next." King Yinjiao said lazily.

The group of demons and monsters immediately pulled one from the captive and threw it onto the platform.

However, this is not a human monk, but a person with a little monster character, not a transformed monster, but a semi-monster.

If it is a transformed monster, this giant wolf is definitely not an opponent.

It is not a battle of five to five, there is no value to watch.

"General Tiger, what's the matter?" King Yinjiao yawned and set his eyes on General Tiger.

General Tiger knelt down on one knee: "Two kings, I brought Tang Seng."

The flurry dancers around were suddenly quiet, and Tang Seng caught it so quickly?

King Yinjiao was also a little surprised, his body slightly raised: "So fast? Sun Wukong is getting more and more useless, stop first."

Fighting and dancing on the platform stopped at the same time.

General Tiger placed Tang Luo on the platform, face down, and allowed blood to stain the face and white hair.

"Is it Tang Seng?" Yin Jiao glanced casually, and then looked away. "I remember that before the Golden Horn left, I didn't arrange for you to do it?"

The catch of the Tang monk was arranged by the Golden Horn, and he was not particularly aware of it.

Anyway, when it ’s time to enjoy, why bother with so much, too much, there is no fun.

It was him last time, and this time it was Jinjiao.

However, he vaguely remembered that Jinjiao arranged six offensives to capture the Tang monk. Only the last two would use the Eight Demon Generals, and no Tiger Demon shot.

"A little snake brought back, luck is better, Sun Wu has a plan in the air." Tiger demon said.

"It's a waste." Yinjiao dismissed, "It's a lot less fun to play like this ..."

Speaking, looking at Tang Luo again, frowning: "How can this be?"

Tang Seng shouldn't look like this, this man with white hair, it has only been a few years of hard work ... Did he decline before he was old?

"That's it," General Tiger said quickly.

The black snake spirit would not lie to him in such a major event, otherwise it would not be enough for him to eat.

"啧" Yinjiao grabbed her long silver hair, and the maid next to him quickly helped him to reorganize.

"Bring me up and show me."

I don't know why. When I saw the unconscious figure lying on the platform, Silver Horn felt inexplicably familiar.

"Yes, the two kings." General Tiger reached out and was about to grab Tang Luo.

But the moment he touched Tang Luo, his body shook suddenly, then turned into a puddle of meat, and he couldn't die anymore.

The silver horns sat up sharply with wide eyes.

"Are you surprised?"

Lying on the ground, Tang Luo stood up, and the blood on his face dripped, leaving no trace.

The blood seemed to blend into the ocher monk's robe, dyeing that monk's robe into a red robe.

"Tang, Xuan, Yun!"

King Yinjiao's voice was sharp and distorted with surprise, "How could it be you!"

"The poor monk wants to ask this question, too," said Tang Luo. "How can you be a little priest?"

This Silver Horn King is not another Silver Horn of another world.

But really, Tang Luo has seen and battled the King of Silver Horns before!

The son of Taishang Laojun, the lower realm, is the demon silver horn king.

That's ... very interesting.

"Little priest, you have a great time here." Tang Luo looked around.

"It has nothing to do with you, monk ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Yinjiao's face is somber.

"related."

Tang Luo smiled, "Did you forget that the poor monk defeated the Buddha as a fight, bested the wicked, punished the evil and promoted the good?

"Little priest, look at your fallen magic path. Should the poor monk spend you and make you a Buddha?"

"You have the ability to try!" Yinjiao stood up, imposing, "Is I still afraid of you!"

Tang Luo is fiercely famous, but for Silver Horn and Golden Horn, it is not a character who scares them.

There is at least some fear.

On the one hand, they are the burnt lads of Taishang Laojun, the prime minister in front of the seven ranks, and their identities are there.

On the other hand, when they met that year, they took the magic weapon of Tai Shang Laojun to do things. At that time, the main combat force was not Tang Luo, but Sun Wukong.

They made them miserable, and it was also Sun Wukong that left a psychological shadow.