"Senior brothers, fuck her!"

The originally gentle little sheep turned into a tiger in a blink of an eye, revealing her hideous fangs to the demons.

After a sound of dada, under Gatlin's sieve, the men brought by the giant scorpion were beaten into sieve on the spot, and the body lay down to the ground in a row.

The leading giant scorpion was also penetrated by several blue fires. He was seriously injured and vomited a mouthful of blood. His soul turned into a black light and fled away without possession.

Seeing that she was about to run away, the monks in the temple snorted coldly and carried out a pitch-black cannon. Thirteen people took off the monk's robe together, revealing their tendon flesh and the tattoo of the dragon behind them. They stretched out their palms and put them on the cannon barrel, constantly injecting magic power into the cannon.

"Great Powerful Tianlong!"

"Prajna Buddhas!"

"Namo Gatling Armstrong's pivoting invincible accelerator cannon!"

"I'll blow you!"

As the chanting of Thirteen Taibao, a dazzling golden light condensed from the muzzle, which made people unable to look directly at it.

boom!

After a loud thunder, a three-foot-thick mana beam shot out from the cannon barrel, and in a blink of an eye it caught up with the escaped giant scorpion and swallowed her figure.

After the golden light passed, a huge hole was opened on the clouds, leaving only a black lotus slowly rotating in the air and gradually disappeared into the air.

The next moment, Wu Tian in the Great Hall suddenly opened his eyes, slowly stretched out his hand, and held a fallen black lotus.

"The giant scorpion failed."

Looking at the black lotus in his hand, Wu Tian spoke calmly, as if he had already expected it.

Black Robe was shocked and said in disbelief: "The magic power of the giant scorpion is not below me, and there is also the black lotus of the soul given by the Buddha. How could it fail?"

"It's not just the giant scorpion, but also the Black Lotus Holy Envoy failed. He was discovered by Sun Wukong."

Wutian waved his right hand and two pictures appeared in the hall, which were the scene where Wukong saw through the false Guanyin and the giant scorpion were shot by the Thirteenth Taishang. The monsters in the hall were stunned, and the entire Great Hall could be heard.

After a moment, Wutian's eyes flashed with anticipation and said, "Since that's the case, let Sun Wukong and the Thirteen Taibao go to find the reincarnation of Tathagata." As he said that, he summoned the giant scorpion soul, reshaped her body, and ordered her to the men.

While Wu Ye was brewing a new round of conspiracy, in a lively market on earth, two young men, one man and one woman led a seven or eight-year-old girl to the restaurant and walked to the dining table to sit down.

"Shopkeeper, give me a bowl of braised beef noodles, no noodles!"

"I want a plate of green peppers fried meat, don't add green peppers!"

"Then give me a fried ham rice."

The shopkeeper's cheeks twitched and he said to Chen Mang: "Customer, don't you put rice in the fried rice?"

"What's the point of not making rice? Isn't it going to be fried ham?"

Chen Mang glanced at the shopkeeper speechlessly and then said, "Don't put ham."

Shopkeeper: "..."

Is there something wrong with this family?

Seeing the shopkeeper turning around and leaving angrily, Chen Mang sighed helplessly.

Since the young treasury was discovered, he had to eat a good meal. If he wanted to have a good meal, he could only go to other people's houses to eat and drink.

Fortunately, he went to Conan World this time. After getting along with the protagonist, he would have a banquet every few days. Although he would die every time, which would affect his appetite a little, he did not cause too much grievance to his stomach.

When Chen Mang thinks of Conan's world, he feels full of complaints.

After staying there for more than a thousand years, Conan was actually a primary school student...

If you are so easy to realize by those monsters who want to know that immortality can be achieved, you must be angry to death.

Just as he was thinking, the waiter brought the hot meal up.

A bowl of braised beef, a plate of shredded pork with sauce, and Chenmang white rice...

Seeing the pot of white rice, Chen Mang glared at Chen Baobao, a leaky little black-hearted cotton jacket, and buried his head in the meal.

Chen Baobao smiled, picked up a piece of meat and put it in his bowl: "Dad, let's go to the Pokemon World next time. Pikachu is so cute. Put some chili... Ahem, give Pikachu to the baby, the baby will definitely win the championship!"

Chen Mang rolled his eyes and complained: "Do you win the championship in the cooking competition?"

Thinking of Chen Baobao becoming the boss of the Black Organization in Conan World and making Gin debut as an idol, Chen Mang no longer trusted her.

Qing'er smiled and looked at the daily life of the father and daughter, suddenly frowned and said, "The aura of the Four Seas Dragon Clan has become much weaker, and it seems that many tribe members have died."

Chen Mang glanced at Qing'er, calculated with his fingers, and his face gradually became solemn: "The three realms are in great danger, the Buddha's calamity in the end of the world, and the demon Buddha's heaven-lessness has been born."

Qing'er's eyes lit up and she said, "It sounds amazing. I'll meet him!"

Chen Mang shook his head: "His black lotus in the world is an innate treasure, and it is dedicated to capturing the soul of the soul. You are not his opponent. If the ancestor witch is still there, you should be able to restrain him. It's a pity that the Queen Houtu has already transformed into reincarnation in order to make up for the way of heaven. Now that the twelve ancestor witches are destroyed, the saint cannot be born, I'm afraid that no one in the world can defeat him."

Qing'er frowned and said, "As you say that, the Three Realms are over?"

Chen Mang shook his head: "It's not that the passing of the disciples of the Western Sect in the past was called the ancient Buddha's death. People with high cultivation would condense their Taoist practices into relics, leaving a total of more than a dozen. If someone could collect all those relics, their magic power would reach a level comparable to a saint, and it would be enough to deal with Wu Tian."

Qing'er sighed relieved when she heard this and complained: "You didn't say it earlier, it would make me worry for nothing. Where is the relics? I'll find them for you."

Chen Mang coughed and said regretfully: "I can't find it all. During the Battle of the Gods, I accidentally crushed one of them by being a husband."

Qing'er glared at her eyes in surprise: "So, in this future Buddha's disaster, will you also have your contribution to this future Buddha's disaster?"

Chen Mang said dissatisfiedly: "What are you talking nonsense? Although we are very familiar with each other, I will sue you for slander!"

Qing'er was so amused that she asked, "What should we do now?"

Chen Mang pondered for a while, and gradually changed into a compassionate face, and said, "If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell? For the sake of the people of the world, I decided to sacrifice myself for my husband and sacrifice myself to go to the Tathagata to persuade him to pass away, so that he could transform into the last relics!"

Qing'er: "..."

At the same time, in Qiaojiazhuang, a baby who had just been a hundred days old was catching lots under the gaze of relatives and friends. After crawling on the ground for a long time, he stretched out his white and tender little hand to grab a Buddhist scripture, raised his face to look at the parents in front of him, and showed an innocent smile.

The little baby was about to catch the Buddhist scriptures, but for some reason he suddenly shuddered and cried out with a wow.

The baby's mother hurried forward and picked him up from the ground and started to cheer him: "Oh, Ling'er is good, mother is here, Ling'er won't cry..."
Chapter completed!