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

“Ouch…it hurts…did the guy with the knife cut my neck?”

Hasgart finally woke up from his coma, covered his injured neck, and slowly stood up.

A unique force belonging to the true essence was flowing around his wound, preventing him from recovering quickly.

However, this force was not very strong. He quickly used the power of the "microcosm" in his body to eliminate all of this energy, and his body began to gradually recover.

"The people in this world are truly powerful! Not only that fellow with the strange knife, but even Shi Jingmo, who joined them, has become even stronger!" Hasgart said solemnly, looking towards the Flaming Mountain. "Is it because of the difference in their cultivation systems? I've spent my entire life striving for ultimate strength. Is that what I'm after? Do I really have to give up my current illusions to gain greater power?"

"Get...more power? Boy, if you survive me, I will tell you the secret of the strongest power!"

The voice came from less than a meter behind Hasgart, and he had no idea when this person came or when he stood behind him.

This was an extremely terrifying and powerful person, so powerful that he made him tremble. He hadn't felt such fear for a long time!

In the sunlight, the black shadow enveloped Hasgart's more than two-meter-tall body, from which it could be seen that the other person's stature was much taller and more muscular than him.

His pupils shrank, Hasgart suddenly turned around and blew out a giant horn, but the tremendous power was like a stone sinking into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

A huge and powerful palm easily and nonchalantly wiped out his attack.

But then he heard that rough voice say indifferently: "Yang Jian has really gone backwards in recent years. It's not a big deal to kill a small fry like this with just a few punches and two kicks... Well, boy, let me ask you, did you capture my wife?"

Hasgart could not hide his inner fear, he raised his fists and was about to perform Titan Blast, but the big hand did not give him a chance, and the palm hit his head with lightning speed. The tremendous force came and smashed half of his body into the mud. Before he fainted, he did not even see what the man's face looked like. He could only see a pair of long black horns, pointing straight to the sky, just like his own helmet!

In the belly of the Flaming Mountain, Tang Ku, Nezha and others stared at the huge open space in front of them, staring in amazement.

"Where did the treasure go?"

Tang Ku said with a twitching mouth.

"I don't know either... Damn, if I had known I would have taken out more!" Nezha stomped his feet in regret. "Damn it, I went to a mountain of treasures but came back empty-handed! That human bag could easily take away all these magic weapons..."

"It's no use regretting it!"

Tang Ku narrowed his eyes and looked upwards, sneering, "The other party's leader must have noticed our actions and taken the treasure away!"

"No trace of mana was found..."

Yang Jian frowned slightly, "How could the other party actually have the ability to move such a large treasure trove without relying on magic power?"

Tang Ku clasped his hands together and said in a deep voice, "Don't forget what I told you. In addition to having powerful masters, the other party also has an armed force called technological creations. If the level of technology is relatively advanced, it is actually not difficult to do this!"

Thinking of the many science fiction movies he had seen before, Tang Ku felt more and more that this possibility was very high.

Those transmission devices... with the other party's technological strength, it shouldn't be difficult to make!

"Forget it, forget it. I originally thought I could get more autumn winds!" Nezha sat dejectedly on the ground and said helplessly.

"Amitabha, Nezha, please be patient. Buddhism emphasizes following fate. The reason we can't obtain these magic weapons is naturally because the fate has not yet arrived!" Shi Jingmo laughed, "So, why force it and bring trouble upon yourself?"

"You are open-minded!"

Nezha said with a puzzled look, "After all my hard work, I only got this little thing. I feel really bad!"

Tang Ku was about to say a few words of advice when his ears suddenly moved. He turned around abruptly and his pupils suddenly shrank.

The earth seemed to be shaking with the approaching person behind them. Yang Jian and the others came to their senses and looked in the direction of Tang Kuchao.

Outside the cave, a dark shadow was dragging another dark shadow and slowly walking in.

The dark figure on the ground seemed incredibly heavy. The person grabbed his ankle, dragging his body along the ground, leaving a trail several dozen centimeters long. The setting sun cast a long shadow behind him, but his features were unclear.

However, Tang Ku's eyes clearly saw the erect horns and the half-human, half-bull face.

Everyone is silent!

Shi Jingmo was silent because the one who was dragged in, whose life or death was unknown, was Hasgard, one of the few friends he had when he was a Saint Seiya.

The other three people were silent because they knew the person who came and were very familiar with him.

His face is very distinctive, you can't help but recognize him!

"Hahaha, everyone is here, that's perfect..."

The man's voice was rough and powerful, and even from such a distance, it made the cave buzz. "You are all prominent figures, so give Old Niu an explanation!"

This time, Tang Ku really smiled bitterly.

The person who came was indeed the Bull Demon King, the one who was on par with Monkey King, the sworn elder brother of the seven brothers, the legendary big demon, and the Bull Demon King known as the Great Sage Pingtian!

The old cow quickly came closer, and only at such a close distance could one feel the oppressive feeling brought by its huge body. Its height of nearly two meters forced everyone to look up.

Fortunately, this person had no intention of moving forward. Instead, he dropped Hasgard, clasped his fists, and then clasped them together and said, "Everyone, has my wife Luosha been captured by you? If she has committed any grave sin, Old Ox hereby promises that I am willing to bear the full responsibility!"

Nezha stood up and spoke, saying calmly, "Bull Demon King, what makes you say that we kidnapped Princess Iron Fan? I think it's because you haven't returned to Cuiyun Mountain for too long, and Princess Iron Fan doesn't want to live with you anymore!"

The old cow glared at Nezha with its large, dark eyes, then narrowed them slightly and said, "Third Prince, are you sure you've got me? Haha, although the old cow is a little clumsy, he's not stupid. The aura of the banana fan is clearly on you, so why are you still quibbling?"

Nezha was already furious after losing these treasures, and the Bull Demon King's provocation was exactly what he wanted. He immediately jumped up and sneered at the old bull, "Haha, you monster! This palm-leaf fan is in my hand. Come and grab it if you have the guts. Damn, I haven't had enough of beating that monster just now..."

As he spoke, he took out the flaming spear in his hand and was ready to fight Lao Niu to the death.

Not to be outdone, Lao Niu suddenly held a bright silver iron rod in his hand, as thick as an ordinary man's arm. He pointed at Nezha and said, "Third Prince, have you forgotten that if I don't reveal my true form, you might not be my opponent!"