Chapter 1935：

"Master Xuanzang."

"This, what is going on?" Xuanzang Sanzang asked inexplicably.

Guinevere said with a pale face: "The Holy Apostle is fighting with Mr. Shilang."

"Huh?"

Xuanzang Sanzo was taken aback. She had been traveling in Kamland for many days and knew that the holy apostle was the apostle of the emperor and the guardian of the empire, but how did the holy apostle fight with Shiro Fujimaru, the savior of Kamland?

And...

"Please, may I ask this indescribable corpse, is it..."

"Well, it's father king."

Sure enough...

Xuanzang Sanzang showed a sad expression. Although he couldn't stay longer because of the great cause of traveling to the west, he seldom met such a king who was devout to the Buddha. As a result, his doubts about Buddhism had not been answered, so he was smashed into meat sauce. It is so sad.

Xuanzang Sanzang showed compassion, meditating next to King Liodkuan's meat sauce, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand, and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

"What are you doing, Master Xuanzang?" Gui Niwei'er asked anxiously.

"The poor monk is saving your father, Princess Guinevere."

"Super? What does that mean?" Guiniweier was puzzled.

Xuanzang Sanzang was about to answer, but the lump of meat sauce next to her also made a puzzled voice: "Yes, Master Xuanzang. This king is also very puzzled, what does super-duty mean?"

"Ah----, monsters!"

Xuanzang Sanzang was so frightened that he was so scared that he looked pale and looked at King Liao Dekuan's meat sauce, only to see that the **** meat sauce recovered almost at the speed of the naked eye.

"Monster? What is that, Master Xuanzang?" King Liodekuan asked suspiciously.

"..."

Xuanzang Sanzang's complexion was pale, his eyelids twitched and he looked at King Liodekuan with two words written on his face.

Afraid.

Wu, Wukong, Bajie, Wujing...Help, I met a monster again as a teacher!

Without the answer from Xuanzang Sanzang, King Liao Dekuan didn't mind, turned his head, looked at Gui Ni Wei Er, and asked nervously, "Guin Wei Er, are you hurt?"

"Thanks to the protection of the father, I was not injured... But the Holy Apostle and Mr. Shirou are still fighting, we have to find a way to stop them." Guiniweier said anxiously.

"There is no way."

King Liodekuan shook his head: "Once the Holy Apostle Pendragon fights with someone, she can only choose to stop except for the order of the Emperor of Heaven and the prevention of other Holy Apostles. Last time, she saw King Onik was upset and cut him for five hundred years."

"No? You should be mistaken, King Lidekuan. I remember King Onik said that it seems to have been cut for five thousand years, and the time that it happened seems to be... 30,000 years ago." Under the other ruins, a pile of minced meat flowed out and made a sound. It was King Randram.

"It seems to be, after all, it's been too long, and this king has forgotten a bit."

"Hahaha... Actually, this king has forgotten a bit too. Who will keep track of the time if there is nothing to do?"

"How could..."

Guinevere looked worriedly at the light and shadow intertwined in the ruins.

King Liodekuan patted Guinevere on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, Guinevere. This time, besides the Saint Pendragon Saint Apostle, there is also an Lord Saint Apostle who came to Taylor Bill. Just wait until the Lord Apostle comes, and everything will be settled."

Guinevere nodded, but still showed concern.

"Speaking of... Master Xuanzang, there is something wrong with your face. Are you afraid? But what are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, this king is still waiting for Master Xuanzang and this king to explain Buddhism, such as that sentence 'If there are countless and boundless sentient beings destroyed, there are really no sentient beings who can be destroyed.' What does it mean?"

King Liodekuan looked at Xuanzang Sanzang with the same lenient and smile as before, but Xuanzang Sanzang couldn't help shaking, and his pretty face gradually turned pale.

Goku, there are monsters here, come and save as a teacher!

...

Shiro pierced the head of the Holy Apostle Pendragon with a gun straight. He thought that the Holy Apostle Pendragon would avoid him, but he had never thought that the Holy Apostle Pendragon would hit him directly with the gun.

Oops!

Shi Lang yelled in his heart. He did not intend to kill the Holy Apostle Morgan Lefy, but at this time it was too late to regain his strength. With a "chap", the Great God declared that he would directly stab the Holy Apostle Pendragon from his eyes to the back of his head. A pair of wear.

Oops, awful... I can't face Sister Wang now.

Just as he thought, the Saint Apostle Pendragon, who was supposed to have been killed by him, swung his sword as usual and slashed towards him. Shi Lang subconsciously abandoned his spear and jumped and flashed over.

The Holy Apostle Pendragon pulled off the proclamation of the great **** that had pierced his head, and his face was restored to its original state almost instantly.

Shirou: "...Aren't you dying?"

"You, you are great!" Saint Pendragon's cheeks are reddish, bubbles are all over his body, and his eyes are moist looking at Shi Lang, exhaling warmly: "Last time it was so cool, it was when the assassin was ravaged by that assassin. Oops. Now... the brain will all turn into your color. Let’s start the second round, this time it’s the right eye, or the hypothalamus, the heart... It’s okay anywhere, come and pierce me, come and conquer me, come Rape me."

Shiro: "..."

Although I knew that this was the same individual of Sister Wang, it really turned out...

It's disgusting.

I don't know what kind of pleasant expression Wang Jie will show when she sees such a "her"? At least Morrigan is probably buried like an ostrich, right?

It's just that I can't watch it anymore.

Looking at the Pendragon Saint Apostle rushing towards him, Shirou had no defense at the moment when the invisible holy sword was about to cut off his head. Instead, he threw away the great **** declaration in his hand.

The Saint Apostle Pendragon, who was still full of idiots, saw this scene, his eyes shrank suddenly, stopped quickly, and asked: "What do you mean?"

"Stop fighting."

"What?"

"I said, don't fight anymore."

"What are you talking about?" The Holy Apostle Pendragon was irritated, as if he had just been emotional, and the other party stopped playing. It was not up and down, and the Holy Apostle Pendragon was very uncomfortable.

"There is no soul in your sword, no pride, no fun at all. You who have been staying in this low-level evil taste, must not understand what is called the collision of the soul, the high-level pleasure of the conflict between the soul and the realm? Forget it? , I’m not going to tell you. I’m not going to fight against the low-level swordsmen. When you find the soul in your sword, come to fight again." Shi Lang turned his back.

Low-level?

The Holy Apostle Pendragon gritted his teeth and clenched his sword. He was about to rush up and chop Shi Lang in one stride, to see if he could not shoot.

However, as soon as she moved like this, Shi Lang said without looking back: "I won't fight back. If you want to stay in your low-level evil taste, let's kill me who won't fight back now. "