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Tang Monk stepped on somersault clouds and went straight to Wuzhuang Temple in Wanshou Mountain.
??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? The foot of the Wanshou Mountain was filled with the army of demons, and the camps of the army of ghosts, stretching for hundreds of miles. Monk Tang used his clairvoyance, and saw the Wuzhuang Temple on the mountain, with flames soaring into the sky.
Tang Monk stepped on the somersault cloud and wanted to leap directly from the camp. A group of beauties with celestial and jade-colored faces and beautiful faces blocked his way.
"Tang Monk, what are you doing here at Wuzhuang Temple?" The beauty in front of her was wearing a sea-green dress, with a crescent moon between her eyebrows.
Tang Monk asked curiously: "Who are you?"
The beauty smiled sweetly, "I am Diao Chan, and behind me are my good sisters, Xi Shi and Wang Zhaojun."
"It turns out they are three beauties, no wonder they look so familiar to me." Tang Seng's eyes swept over them one by one.
"However, how could you possibly be my opponent just by yourself?"
At this time, two figures flew from the sky and landed on the clouds not far from Tang Monk.
Tang Monk saw the blue poet and the mourner.
As soon as he saw the mourners, Tang Seng's eyes lit up. "Undertaker, I've been looking for you."
"What are you looking for me for? Are you planning your funeral?" The mourner's voice was as solemn as a death knell.
The mourners are Yang Chan and Erlang Shen¡¯s brother Yang Jiao. As long as Tang Monk kills the mourner and receives his purified soul into the Qiankun Ring, he can help the mourner escape from his dark fate.
The blue poet danced with the iron fan in his hand.
"Tang Monk, what are you doing here at Wanshou Mountain? Could it be that you are here to save Zhenyuan Immortal? He is dead. Even if Zhenyuan Immortal is a quasi-sage, facing the siege of Yaochi Golden Mother and Haotian, he will be dead."
Fortunately, at least so far, Tang Seng has not heard any news about Hou Yi.
If you face the siege of Hou Yi, Haotian and Yaochi Golden Mother at the same time, the problem will be much more difficult.
Tang Monk sneered.
"I heard that your death is coming, so I came here to pay my respects!"
The Undertaker and the Blue Poet were furious. The Undertaker raised his war hammer, while the Blue Poet used his iron bone fan and besieged Tang Monk.
Poet Lan waved his iron-bone fan, and pictures of beauties sleeping in bed appeared on the iron-bone fan. Many beauties flew out from the fan, charming Tang Monk.
Tang Monk showed a disdainful smile.
"Poet Lan, your little tricks may cause me a little trouble on the road to the West. Now that I have reached the level of a quasi-sage, how can your illusory charm technique trouble me?"
Tang Monk fired a five-color light, and the phantom of the beautiful woman in front of him screamed and disappeared into ashes.
A burst of white smoke came out of Blue Poet's iron-bone fan, and the beauty picture on the iron-bone fan disappeared.
The Undertaker's war hammer struck out streaks of lightning, striking Tang Monk critically.
For a moment, thunderbolts struck Tang Seng's body. Tang Seng had Xuanwu skin. The lightning attack seemed sharp, but it couldn't hurt Tang Seng at all.
The mourners were furious and sacrificed the magic weapon Soul Gathering Coffin.
The soul-gathering coffin emitted bursts of purple-gold light, and tens of thousands of skeleton soldiers flew out from the soul-gathering coffin. They fired skeleton arrows to attack Tang Monk.
Tang Monk activated the power of the mysterious ice, and all the skeleton soldiers in front of him were frozen in the gorgeous ice cubes. The soul-gathering coffin was also frozen. The purple-gold light on the soul-gathering coffin was particularly dazzling.
"You devil eagle dogs, your tricks can no longer hurt me at all, not even a little bit!"
The black ice exploded, all the skeleton soldiers frozen inside were wiped out, and the soul-gathering coffin was already hanging in mid-air.
The mourner said proudly: "Tang Monk, my soul-gathering coffin is a gift from the Dark Lord. No matter how powerful your black ice is, it can't hurt my soul-gathering coffin in the slightest!"
"Okay! I will destroy your broken coffin!"
Tang Monk swung the Jiuxi Zen Staff and rushed to the Soul Gathering Coffin on somersault clouds. The Nine Tin Zen Staff hit the Soul Gathering Coffin, causing the Soul Gathering Coffin to tremble violently.
At this time, the Soul Gathering Coffin was once again bathed in purple-gold light. The Soul Gathering Coffin opened and sucked Monk Tang into the coffin.
The soul-gathering coffin was closed again, and the mourner and the blue poet came outside the soul-gathering coffin.
The mourner smiled proudly.
"Tang Monk has been trapped in the soul-gathering coffin by me. He will definitely die."
Poet Lan disagreed, "You have to be careful not to let Monk Tang escape from the Soul Gathering Coffin."
The mourner said disdainfully: "How is that possible? Don't worry, my soul-gathering coffin is impregnable"
At this time, the Soul Gathering Coffin suddenly opened. Tang Seng's hand extended infinitely, grabbed the mourner, and dragged him into the Soul Gathering Coffin.
Before Poet Lan could react, the Soul Gathering Coffin had been closed. Poet Lan murmured: "I told you to be careful, young man!"
In the soul-gathering coffin, the mourner's eyes were like rhododendrons, flashing with anger.
"Tang Monk, what's the use of catching me in the soul-gathering coffin? This is my magic weapon."
Tang Monk said calmly: "I was sucked into the Soul Gathering Coffin on purpose. The Soul Gathering Coffin can just isolate the outside world. I can purify your soul here!"
The mourner's tree-trunk-like forearm swung the war hammer and hit Tang Seng. Tang Seng dodged sideways while stroking the Qiankun Ring.
Lu Yue, Luo Xuan, the ancestors of the God of Plague, Empress Shiji and Our Lady of Fire Spirit appeared around the mourners.
These are the top masters among the Ring Spirits. The Undertaker was secretly frightened when he saw so many masters suddenly appearing in the Soul Gathering Coffin. He could only struggle to deal with them.
The dragon pattern on the Undertaker's war hammer emitted white light, and a group of dragons flew out, but Luo Xuan used the fire technique to disperse them easily.
In desperation, Undertaker had no choice but to use his war hammer to summon hellhounds to attack the surrounding enemies.
Lu Yue used the Heaven Seal to kill the Cerberus easily.
Tang Seng continued to summon the ring spirits, Erlang Shen and Zhu Zhiyuan appeared next to Tang Seng.
Zhu Zhiyuan saw her husband, Yang Jiao, with twinkling eyes.
"Yang Jiao, you are finally here!"
The mourner was knocked to the ground by Empress Shiji. He muttered: "Who is Yang Jiao? Did you admit the wrong person?"
Tang Monk said: "Zhiyuan, after Yang Jiao died, his soul returned to the demon realm. He has no memory of his previous life. Only by killing him can his soul be purified."
"Let me come!" Zhu Zhiyuan played the soul kite.
At this time, the mourner was besieged by four masters: Luo Xuan, Lu Yue, Empress Shiji, and Holy Mother of Fire Spirits. Zhu Zhiyuan's soul kite easily imprisoned him.
The mourner screamed, his soul was imprisoned in the kite, and Yang Jiao's face appeared on the kite.
Erlang Shen¡¯s third eye shot out a white light and hit the soul kite. The soul kite burned and a wisp of pure soul floated out.
The mourner¡¯s fallen soul died, and Yang Jiao¡¯s soul returned.
Tang Monk used the soul-stealing light to transport Yang Jiao's soul to the Universe Treasure Ring Microcosm.
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for taking the soul of Yang Jiao! Reward: 30,000 cultivation points!"
"Extra reward for seizing souls: gathering souls!"
"Every soul of a ring spirit will make the host's spirit stronger! The higher the spirit of the host's soul-stealing ring spirit, the more powerful the host's spirit will be!"
Erlangshen hugged Tang Seng excitedly.
"Holy monk, Yang Chan will definitely be happy!"
Now Yang Chan is pregnant and has been staying in the Cangjiao Courtyard. Tang Seng has always promised to bring Yang Jiao from the Demon Realm back to the Qiankun Ring. Now, Tang Seng finally fulfilled his promise to Yang Chan.
Lu Yue, Holy Mother of Fire Spirit, Empress Shiji, Luo Xuan, Zhu Zhiyuan and Erlang Shen all returned to the small universe of Qiankun Baojie.
Yang Jiao was received into the ring, and the soul-gathering coffin became Tang Monk's magic weapon. Tang Monk easily flew out of the soul-gathering coffin, and the soul-gathering coffin turned into a white light and flew into the Qiankun ring.
Poet Lan, Diao Chan, Xi Shi, and Wang Zhaojun were shocked when they saw Tang Monk walking out of the Soul Gathering Coffin alone.
"Where is the mourner? Did you kill him?" Poet Lan asked.
"Yes, don't worry, everyone line up! I will definitely send you all away." Tang Seng said casually.
Not far away, the shouts of killing in Wuzhuang Temple were loud.
Tang Seng knew that the next goal was to save the Great Immortal Zhenyuan. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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