This operation was so sexy that the old village chief's waist almost broke.

Is the Heavenly Palace run by your family? Or is the Moon Palace run by your family?

It's as simple as lighting up a lamp when it's dark.

Maybe, this is the boss.

"Donor, what do you think of the moonlight tonight?"

The poor monk turned around, looked at the old village chief, and asked with a smile.

"Well, the moonlight is naturally very beautiful."

The old village chief said, his expression a little complicated.

Fear, joy, and some dignity.

The origin of this monk is definitely unusual.

Could it be the giant Buddha in Lingshan?

It’s no wonder that they didn’t know Tang Sanzang.

One of Tang Sanzang's iconic golden sedans was put away.

Secondly, they have only been in the Three Realms for a few years, and they have been living and working peacefully in this corner of the world, rarely going out even if they are thousands of miles away.

Do you expect them to know Tang Sanzang?

Doesn't exist.

"I don't know whether the moonlight is beautiful or not. The moons from ancient times have always been the same, and there is no difference. But I see, there are always demons who don't know life or death come here to act recklessly! Then let them all be wiped out.

Bar."

Sun Wukong jumped up and looked at the sky not far away.

A swarm of white skeleton birdmen flew over.

Most of them have two wings and four wings, and only a few have six wings.

Each and every one of them carried a cold aura, and wherever they passed, even the sky was covered with frozen frost.

"My grandson?"

The quasi-sage old woman was stunned for a moment, then fell into deep thought,

She always felt like she had heard this title somewhere.

"They're coming!"

The old village chief shouted.

"..."

"Everything is ready!"

"Kill these damn things!"

"All the bones and scum have been crushed by it!"

The atmosphere in Yangcun first fell into extreme excitement, and then bursts of aura erupted.

The villagers, who seemed ordinary at first, all jumped into the air and waited with all their strength.

"Come!"

The old village chief waved his hand, and the hoe originally used for hoeing appeared in its original form. It was a spear!

Other villagers also took action.

Brooms, poles, crutches... all ordinary farm tools and even daily necessities have turned into what they were in the beginning, spears with a cold glow!

"The creatures of the Yang family will fight to the death and never retreat!"

The old village chief shouted.

A secret realm is broken. They have looked down on many things and only want to live in a corner and live and work in peace and contentment.

As for ambitions for hegemony, immortality, and cultivation, they no longer have much appeal in their eyes.

If the secret realm collapses, no matter what your identity is, you will still die.

If the secret realm is like this, why is the world different?

If you don't become Hunyuan, you will be in danger of falling during countless calamities.

They don't want to practice hard anymore and just live like this for the rest of their lives.

But even if they have retreated so much and don't cause trouble, trouble will eventually find their way to the door!

There is no way back!

If this is the case, then fight hard and fight to the death!

In Yangjiajie, we don’t cause trouble, but we are never afraid of trouble!

"My sons, follow me and kill!"

The old village chief was furious and took the lead.

Perhaps it was because the full moon night came earlier this time, so this unusual movement released more skeleton birdmen.

At a glance, not to mention Daluo Jinxian and Taiyi Jinxian, there are seven or eight people with quasi-sage aura.

If it were the old Yangcun, it would definitely be in danger of destruction.

Fortunately, the existence of Tang Sanzang made the old village chief feel relieved and felt confident in his heart.

Enemies are extremely jealous when they see each other.

The skeleton birdman killed nearly ten villagers in Yangcun. This is an unforgettable hatred!

And this kind of hatred can only be resolved by death.

"Kill!"×n.

The cry of killing resounded through the sky.

All the villagers in Yang Village held spears in their hands, formed a formation, and were about to kill the skeleton birdmen.

"Hey, there are just these bird people, why do you need to treat death as if it's home? Let me, the old grandson, do it!"

Sun Wukong stamped his foot on the void, and his four-foot-long body suddenly jumped forward.

Facing hundreds of skeleton birdmen, his face was carefree and showed no trace of nervousness.

"Bah!"

Sun Wukong took out the Ruyi Golden Cudgel from his ear. When he swung it, it was as thick as the mouth of a bowl. He grabbed it with both hands and swept it across the front.

"boom!"

The void shattered, opening up cracks the size of thousands of feet.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The sound of explosions came and went.

With one stick, all are equal.

Whether it’s a Daluo Jinxian or a quasi-sage, it doesn’t matter what your strength is.

Each skeleton birdman exploded into pieces in the air, turned into powder, and was swallowed by the cracks in the void.

One stick can kill a thousand souls!

"hiss!"

The villagers were filled with murderous intent and high-spirited fighting spirit before they rushed out a few steps, and then each one of them stopped unsteadily, barely able to control their explosive strength.

Everyone looked at Sun Wukong in shock.

Good guy, how can you kill so many skeleton birdmen with just one stick?

Even the quasi-sage is just like a statue made of paper and clay!?

This is too exaggerated!

"The Great Sage Equaling Heaven! This is the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, Sun Wukong. I have heard of it! He is a disciple of Tripitaka, the Holy Buddha of Lingshan Mountain!"

the old woman screamed.

"What?"

"Disciples of the Holy Buddha!?"

"It is said that the Holy Buddha has attained the supreme Hunyuan Dao Fruit and has a very high status in this world!"

One by one, the villagers spoke to each other with shock in their tone.

They have never been out, but in the past few years, there have been immortal cultivators passing by from north to south and from east to west.

The large-scale establishment of schools for cultivating immortals has made cultivators more common.
To be continued...