I, the poor monk Tang San, buried the sky, buried the earth, buried all living beings

Shi Jingmo was actually very moved. In fact, when he saw Spartacus being knocked down by a punch, and then his whole body exploded into pieces and then disappeared into dust, he knew that his master had shown mercy!

"Master taught me the truth and Mahayana Buddhism, and in fact, he spared my life!"

Shi Jingmo thought to himself.

The corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched for a long time, and suddenly he looked up to the sky and sighed: "If Tang Sanzang had this ability back then, would he still need Sun Wukong to protect him? From now on, you should change your name to Tang Sanzang, the burial burial!"

Tang Ku didn't know what the two were thinking. In fact, he was immersed in the artistic conception of the punch just now, feeling the power of the punch and seemed to have realized something.

With his fist in front of him, a group of minions surrounded him. They were furious and wanted to avenge their leader. They swung their swords at him as if they were free.

"Oh, so this punch contains some kind of Dao essence, which is why it has such powerful power... Hmm?"

Hearing a series of clanging sounds on his body, Tang Ku suddenly came to his senses, smiled slightly, and then punched the ground.

The first move of the Great Wilderness Divine Fist, pull the ground!

boom!

The shock wave spread outward from the point where he hit, and the strong wind made the monks' robes rustle, but those soldiers who might be from ancient Rome were not so lucky, and flew out with blood spurting from their mouths and noses.

All were killed in one move, and the battlefield returned to peace in an instant.

"Killing that Spartacus actually netted me 4 Iron Fist points, but all these minions combined only gave me 1 point..."

Tang Ku muttered, "Looks like I have to think carefully about how to use these points next. Should I add all the points to one attribute at once, or should I wait a little longer and save them up..."

However, after seeing the miserable condition of Spartacus, Tang Ku decisively gave up the first option.

The consequences of unbalanced attributes are too tragic, it is better to develop in a balanced way!

"Master, it's resolved over there!"

At this moment, Shi Jingmo and Yang Jian had put away their surprise and came to him.

"Well, I just finished my work here... Uh, isn't that Hasgard your old comrade? Could you have done that to him?"

Tang Ku asked doubtfully.

"He couldn't bring himself to do it, so I did it!" Yang Jian said with a smile, "However, I didn't use too much force. After all, I have to give you, my disciple, some face, right?"

Shi Jingmo's mouth twitched. "Although he won't die, even with the Saint's recovery ability, it will take some time for him to wake up after his aorta is cut!"

"Okay, you are more ruthless than me!" Tang Ku raised his thumb and suddenly felt the ground vibrating unconsciously and regularly.

Suddenly turning around, he saw smoke and dust billowing in the direction of the Flaming Mountain, and the earth was shaking more and more frequently. Squinting his eyes, he saw Nezha running towards him with his long legs. In addition to the Qiankun Bow, he also had a large sack on his back. At the moment, he seemed to be chased by something from behind and was in a very embarrassed state, but his face was full of ecstasy that he could not hide.

"Huh? Holy monk... Holy monk... I got the stuff, I'm going to run! Hahahaha, this is so funny! I've never seen such a strange monster..."

Nezha laughed heartily, waved in the direction of the three people, and soon reunited with them.

Yang Jian looked at the huge bag on his body, which was taller than him, and laughed, "You didn't rob everyone in the armory, did you?"

"No, no, there's a lot of stuff in there. I just took out my own things that might be useful... Well, hurry up, hurry up... That thing in the back has thick skin and flesh, it's not easy to deal with!"

Tang Ku pointed at his sackcloth bag and said, "Now that you have all your weapons and magic treasures, why don't you use the Wind and Fire Wheels to run? Wouldn't that be faster?"

Nezha couldn't help but slap his forehead: "I haven't used any magic weapons these days, I'm really used to it... Damn it, I have all the weapons and magic weapons in my hands now, so why should I run away!"

The huge sackcloth bag shook, and more than twenty kinds of magic weapons suddenly flew out, among which Nezha's own magic weapons accounted for one third.

The Fire Spear, the Universe Ring, the Chaos Ribbon, the Wind-Fire Wheel, the Yin-Yang Sword, the Nine-Dragon Divine Fire Cover, and the gold bricks, in the blink of an eye, they had all returned to Nezha.

He stepped on the Wind Fire Wheel, held the Fire Spear in both hands in front, and the six hands behind him each held the remaining magic weapons. In addition, he was carrying the Qiankun Bow on his back and the Zhentian Arrow in the quiver. He was fully armed and looked very majestic.

What a great god of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly, the eight-armed Nezha the Third Prince!

"Good, good. Brother Nezha's equipment is really enviable. It is much more beautiful than our flashy golden armor!" Shi Jingmo laughed.

Tang Ku's pupils couldn't help but shrink when he saw the thing in the smoke and dust chasing after him.

"Nah..." Tang Ku turned around and stared at Shi Jingmo, "Is your master... an alien?"

Shi Jingmo waved his hand: "I don't know either. Up to now, I have only heard his voice and never seen him in person! However, judging from his speaking habits and way, he must be from Earth!"

"Earthling?" Tang Ku scratched his head. "Then tell me, where did he get this Gomora?"

Tang Ku was certain he wasn't seeing things. After all, Ultraman played a significant role in his childhood, and the iconic triangular head was incredibly familiar. The only difference was that the monsters on TV were mostly costumed, but this one was a real, authentic monster. How could it compare to those incredibly fake props?

"The real question is, what ridiculous universes has that so-called 'Master' been to? Are we going to have an epic cosmic showdown with Ultraman later?" Tang Ku curled his lips. "This is bullshit!"

Nezha didn't wait for Tang Ku to complain, but instantly turned into a red light and rushed to the front of the monster, and greeted it with the gold bricks and Qiankun Circle in his hands.

Although the monster is huge and looks very fierce, it is as vulnerable as a skinny cat in front of Nezha's attack.

The gold bricks and the Qiankun ring are both the kind of treasures that are said to be as light as a lamp wick in the hand, but as heavy as Mount Tai when hitting the head. These two blows instantly made this guy dizzy, and two big bumps appeared on his head.

Immediately afterwards, Nezha's Yin-Yang swords soared into the air, spinning and directly cutting off its uncoordinated short arms, and large amounts of blue blood gushed out like money.

Afterwards, Nezha himself, accelerated by the bug of the Wind-Hot Wheels, turned into a meteor, and pierced through the monster's chest with a flaming spear in his hand. The terrifying power and endless flames instantly ignited the hole more than two meters large. Even without blood spurting out, the wound was directly burned into charcoal.

Nezha seemed to have made up his mind to try out all his magic weapons. The Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover swelled up in the wind, covering the poor big monster. Nine fire dragons circled and danced in an instant, burning the huge body into a pile of charcoal in the blink of an eye!

"Amitabha, the Third Prince is indeed extremely murderous. I am ashamed of myself!"

Tang Ku clasped his hands together and muttered.

Yang Jian glanced at the scattered Roman soldiers, his mouth twitching: "Monk, do you feel guilty?"