The monk Yongye was talking. Yongye suddenly became empty and turned into a black mist, covering Tang Sanzang in a blink of an eye!

"Mysterious disciple!" The old monk sitting cross-legged opposite the 'Yanmo' slapped it with a palm, causing whistling sounds in the underground space, but it could not have any impact on Yongye.

Tang Sanzang's whole body suddenly changed color and turned from his body to a Vajra body.

The black mist rushes over the face, like a whirlwind, surrounding the monk in the middle, and countless sharp objects in the wind constantly brush over Tang Sanzang's body at high speed. One spark after another caused by the high-speed friction renders the whirlwind extremely gorgeous!

"A little trick to carving insects!" Master Sanzang narrowed his eyes, stretched out his arms, and suddenly reached his fist into the whirlwind, sparking for a moment!

Under the huge wind pressure, Tang Sanzang cut the whirlwind in the reverse direction. The metalized arms became red as they constantly rubbed against the sharp objects, and the temperature continued to rise.

"Hmph! The fallen disciple, what are the faces that continue to be the name of a monk!" Master Sanzang also inserted his other hand into the whirlwind, exerting force from both hands at the same time, and tearing it out suddenly!

"Sher!"

Just as the cloth was torn apart, the whirlwind that turned into eternal night was torn in half by Tang Sanzang.

Although the monk was full of doubts, he was never a person who talked a lot. Since both the master and the disciple of Yingchan Temple were suspected of depravity, then killing him first is to respect him!

Tang Sanzang's figure flew up in an instant, locking the old monk's position directly, and then turned into a afterimage and flew into the air. A whip-legged whip was mixed with a whirring wind, and thrust towards the old monk with a very amazing momentum.

However, the monk's kick failed to cause any damage, and an invisible barrier blocked the monk's attack.

Tang Sanzang felt like he was kicking the big bell, and the air in front of him showed ripples.

"I once made a bloody oath, "Yan Mo" is here, and I am here." The old monk closed his eyes without any joy or sorrow: "I exchanged my life's freedom for such a wall of thought. Although I cannot completely cut off the connection between Yama and the outside world, it is enough to ensure that outsiders cannot get close to Yama."

Master Sanzang did not accept the old monk's words, but continued to test the range of the barrier while moving at high speed.

The black wind transformed into the Eternal Night Monk condensed in the air again and soon turned into a human form. His dark face was full of sneer: "Don't waste your energy. If there were any flaws, I would have killed him long ago!"

"Yongye, why do you have to give up the freedom of 'Yanmo'?" The old monk didn't care about Tang Sanzang's temptation: "You were led by me, why did you choose this path? Did 'Yanmo' promise you what good?"

"You and Yan Mo have been sealed for more than 400 years together. Do you still want me to be sealed in this broken temple?" Yongye said with a hint of pleasure: "I have dedicated for thirty years, and the residents of Wangxiangcheng have suffered for thirty years! The wronged souls in Yan Mo have also been waiting for thirty years!"

"How many thirty years are there in life?" Yongye looked at Tang Sanzang vigilantly and finally stopped: "I don't want to wait any longer. I'm right, the people in Wangxiangcheng are not wrong, and the people of Peacock who want to survive are not wrong. Why not let those who should bear this burden bear it?"

Tang Sanzang shook his head silently in his heart. On the road of diligence, he saw too many companions who finally gave up the way of monks and even entered the evil path because of a hint of obsession.

In his opinion, these people were all people with weak will. A few years ago, the change that shocked the Song Empire also affected the monks.

Many monks who were unable to make up their minds went to extremes in those years. Many people Tang Sanzang knew fell under the impact of the waves, but more people survived and followed the trend of the times.

"I had no choice before, but now, I want to be a free person!" Yongye Monk looked at the old monk with a ferocious expression: "Even you are guilty of 'Yanmo' and dare not kneel in the direction of it! Why do you still need to implicate others in suffering with you?"

"I am still waiting for you to pick up the head of my neck, but can I tell me what the use of asking for this head?" Tang Sanzang suddenly interrupted, and with a wry smile: "To be honest, my companion is still on top. We are actually quite busy. If you have nothing to do, I will not be with you."

Tang Sanzang finally realized that although these two monks were not normal, under the suppression of the old monk, "Yan Mo" at most maintained the status quo, and it was still early to completely break the seal.

If he guessed correctly, this old monk was definitely a legendary monk, otherwise he would not have lived for so long. I am afraid that the other party would have suppressed the "Yanmo" when it was first formed.

Most of the opponent's power was used to suppress "Yan Mo", so he didn't have much extra effort to deal with his rebellious disciple.

When he was speaking, Master Sanzang still smiled. Before he knew it, he found that he was also influenced by those players. In this case, he would never have said it before.

"He wants to use your blood to break the blood oath I made. Only the blood of the monk who is in the heart of the light can lift this barrier." The old monk explained slowly: "Please don't hurt him. He has been misled by my attitude for a long time, so he will slowly become like this."

"I guess you are the general who ordered the slaughter of the Peacock Kingdom back then?" Master Sanzang directly revealed his identity, and even Yongye widened his eyes.

The old monk was stunned for a moment and smiled bitterly: "Yes, it was me who issued that military order back then. Since then, I have dreamed of that scene every night and finally chose to take the path of the monk. From the beginning of the rebellion of "Yanmo", I have been suppressing it and accompanying it."

The old monk reached out and stroked the body of "Yan Mo": "It's been more than four hundred years, and we are all old friends."

"Do you think you did something wrong back then?" Tang Sanzang asked softly.

"I'm right. I don't know how many Chaos worshippers are hidden among the four million civilians. The fire that year lasted for three days and three nights. There were still more than 100,000 people in it that were not burned to death when they sent troops!" Recalling the scene back then, the old monk said with a ferocious look on his face: "Where are people? If such things are put in, will it be a waste of Tang State!"

"Then why are you feeling guilty?" Tang Sanzang glanced at Yongye and found that the other party was listening.

The old monk closed his eyes: "That's four million people, not four hundred pigs. Standing on the city wall, looking at it, it's boundless, most of them are women, children, and children. How can you not feel guilty?"
Chapter completed!