Chapter 2821

It has to be said that the prince of Moro is also a cruel man. He dares to come to the little Vatican and take out a relic to play with.

It's like when you come to the enemy's door and kick the enemy's ancestral urn as a ball.

Crazy death!

Yang Xu didn't have too strong feelings for the little Vatican, but he had a special feeling for the Vatican monks since he was personally presented with the eternal and immeasurable Sutra by the master of the smart monk.

This feeling has been further strengthened after seeing the compassion of the bitter crossing monk, master fan and others.

Now I see the prince of Moro carrying the relic left by the eminent monk, overflowing with insult.

Rao Shiyang Xu knew that the prince of Moro had other intentions, and he couldn't help but burst into anger:

"Put down the relic. I'll satisfy you whatever your purpose is. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

In the sun's eyes, a sharp killing opportunity flashed.

The prince of the Moro opposite felt that his body was stiff. It seemed that there was a huge pressure squeezing him from all directions.

This made him cry in his heart, "black prison king, black prison king, you're going to die this time! If I had known this, I shouldn't have taken this relic before!"

I can see that the powerful and blazing Buddhist ideas in the lower Vatican have a tendency to overwhelm themselves.

The prince of Moro dared not stir up the rising sun again and forced a smile on his face:

"Well, you want this relic, don't you? Just come with me!"

The voice didn't fall, boom!

In the void above the crown prince of Moro, a huge golden palm covered the sky and blocked out the sun, like an ancient sacred mountain, falling towards his town.

The icy sound of the rising sun, like an ice skate in the cold winter, tore through the void:

"In front of me, you have no bargaining power!"

"Even if you all come together, it's just a local chicken and a dog!"

Yang Xu's words rumbled like thunder. He heard them in the ears of Taoist dragon butcher and heaven devil in the distance, which made them look at each other:

"All of us? The boy has found us?"

The leader of flying eagle sect, who was covered in black robes, turned his eyes and sneered in his heart:

"Is it strange to find you? How much do you underestimate Yangxu's perception?"

His eyes flashed and looked at a direction in the distance behind him:

In that direction, he sensed a breath of Jedi death.

That should be the purpose of the so-called "black prison king"?

Will Yangxu go?

When the flying eagle sect leader was wondering, hum!

A black spray appeared in the void without warning, and an old figure came here with black waves.

There was a smell of death and extinction in him, as if the end had come.

The appearance of this figure changed the color of Taoist Tu Long and the demon God in heaven.

The special hoarse voice of the tomb keeper sounded in the ears of the flying eagle sect leader:

"Listen to the old guy from Xiaoge, he's out in person!"

The flying eagle sect leader raised his eyebrows:

"Is it the extermination God? Listen to the master of aroga demon in Xiaoge?"

"Well, aroga devil and alaiye devil are his two disciples in the end. As a result, they both died because of Yang Xu..."

The sound of the tomb keeper gloating over the misfortune spread to the leader of the flying eagle sect without concealment:

"Hehe, the enemies Yang Xu provoked are really diverse. This time, even if he is the big Luo Jinxian of the upper world, I'm afraid he will be doomed!"

"Flying eagle, are you ready to collect Yangxu's body?"

The flying eagle sect leader raised his eyebrows:

"Collect the body?"

"No need."

It seems to confirm his judgment. On the side of the prince of Moro, none of them insisted. Yang Xu's world in the palm, which blocks out the sun, was as fast as thunder and completely suppressed him.

As soon as the golden light in his hand was dark, the prince of Moro found that the relic given to him by the king of the black prison was missing.

Yangxu threw it, whoosh!

The relic turned into a golden light and flew into the hands of the bitter monk:

"Place it properly. Protect the little Vatican, others have me!"

Yang Xu's voice was full of an indisputable, which made the bitter monk who wanted to help get stuck in his throat.

On the contrary, the little nun who just came by his side drank:

"Yangxu! We're going to help, too!"

"To protect the little Vatican is to help me."

Yangxu's voice hasn't fallen, Pooh!

The huge palm formed by the world in the palm was torn by a blood red light. The moment the prince of Morocco got out of trouble, he was about to escape:

"The plan failed. The black prison king will miscalculate this time. Yang Xu is too difficult!"

The prince of Moro has a strong personality. Since things can't be done, he turns around and runs away regardless of his face as the prince.

However.

To his surprise, Yang Xu didn't give up. Instead, he changed and spread a pair of shining wings behind him to catch up with the prince of Moro:

"Want to go? It's rare that so many people come out. My plan hasn't started yet. How can I let you go?"

"Shit! The prince of Moro is coming to us. This little rabbit wants to bring trouble to the East!"

The devil in heaven burst into a drink, and the Holy Light flowed like water. The anger on his face turned into excitement:

"But just in time! Hahaha, Yangxu is mine. Don't rob me when you sleep!"

The voice is still wheezing!

A huge black wave poured down like a star river, staggering the devil of heaven, and the sacred light around him seemed to be dimmed.

"Exterminate the old man! What do you mean?"

The devil of heaven stared at the old man with black waves.

The old man's face was haggard and looked like dying. There was no vitality in his old eyes, and his tone of voice did not fluctuate at all:

"You can't suppress Yang Xu... He killed my disciple. I want to end this cause and effect with him!"

After that, Taoist dragon butcher wrapped his two arms around a dragon and flashed to the side of the God of extinction:

"Yang Xu killed my beloved wife. I want to end this revenge with him!"

The remaining Yinning boy, with a tangled face, finally clenched his teeth and stamped his feet, "sorry, sir, I don't want to participate in this matter!"

Don't wait for Taoist Tu Long to talk, whoosh!

Yinning changed into a flying sword and fled away in an instant——

For Yang Xu, who spared his life, he finally chose to give up hostility.

"Hum, coward!"

Taoist Tu Long snorted coldly.

In the other direction, the black prison king looked at the prince of Moro who lost his relic and fled away, frowning.

The wise son next to him, however, had a flicker of doubt in his eyes:

"Is it my illusion? Why do I always feel that we are not calculating Yangxu, but as if Yangxu is waiting for us to calculate him?"