Chapter 590: Your Gourd Is Too Small

Not having been beaten, at least not by Tang Luo, saying this is just being tough.

Silver Horn King looked at Tang Luo, his aura like a rainbow.

The demons and monsters beside the platform immediately started shouting, things like "Second King's magic is boundless," which made Tang Luo think of the Old Monster of the Constellations.

Silver Horn extended his hand, turned it in front of him, a faint light appeared, and a small sword about the size of a finger emerged in his hand.

It looked like a model; the small sword spun rapidly in his hand, quickly expanding, and was grasped by Silver Horn.

There were seven light points on the sword body.

Seven-Star Treasure Sword, the legendary sword of Laozi the Supreme.

Actually, that's not the case; during the westward journey, Golden Horn and Silver Horn each had a Seven-Star Sword, but these Seven-Star Swords were not Laozi the Supreme's personal sword.

Such Seven-Star Swords, Laozi the Supreme's Tushita Palace probably has hundreds of them.

Besides refining elixirs, Laozi the Supreme is also extremely skilled at refining artifacts; Seven-Star Swords and such, he can make them casually, and the Daoist boys each have one, considered standard issue.

But even such Seven-Star Swords are not something ordinary magic treasures can compare to.

Silver Horn lightly waved it once, and the sword shadows piled up as if bringing forth a piece of the starry sky.

"Tang Xuanzang, the grudge Sun Wukong had back then, you shall repay it now!"

Silver Horn shouted fiercely, and the sword in his hand stabbed toward Tang Luo.

It was not a true straight stab at him, but a feint; on Silver Horn's Seven-Star Sword in his hand, those few light points detached from the sword body and flew toward Tang Luo.

In the air, they stirred up ripples of black; clearly tiny light points, yet they brought heavy pressure, looking like meteors falling.

Tang Luo stepped back, and the seven light points closely followed, like a bone-eating worm, vowing not to stop until they hit Tang Luo.

He extended his hand; Tang Luo flicked the nearest light point with a finger.

A bell-like sound rang out; visible ripples and firelight spread outward, shaking the nearby demons and humans into disarray, unable to stand firm.

That light point burst with firelight and flew backward, colliding with another light point.

They collided, then flew apart, one became two, two became four… the seven light points were actually flicked away by Tang Luo's finger, all sweeping toward Silver Horn King.

Silver Horn's face slightly changed; one hand gripped the sword, the other pinched a seal, and he softly shouted in his mouth: "Withdraw!"

The seven light points about to strike him all flew back to the sword body; Silver Horn looked at Tang Luo with eyes now filled with apprehension.

This stinking monk, his strength is formidable!

After the Lotus Cave incident back then, Silver Horn and Golden Horn were taken back to the Tushita Palace, and Laozi had no intention of punishing them.

It was just that the job of tending the furnace was gone, and they were also confined to reflect on their mistakes.

Tending the furnace, put bluntly, means being a fireboy, but Laozi the Supreme's fireboy is no ordinary fireboy.

It's equivalent to being a little novice monk who can stay beside the Tathagata at Lei Yin Temple to listen to sutras.

Even if they were nothing, they are still the most troublesome little imps.

With no furnace-tending duty, the change in status for Golden Horn and Silver Horn is easy to imagine.

Laozi the Supreme practices non-action, but how could his hundreds of Daoist boys in the Tushita Palace be as non-action as that big shot?

The struggle among them can be described as intense.

After returning, Golden Horn and Silver Horn were squeezed out miserably, almost becoming stones and thresholds for everyone to step on.

As for various changes in the outside world, they knew almost nothing about them.

They only heard that the pilgrims successfully obtained the true scriptures, each one "achieving enlightenment," things like Victory Fighting Buddha, and so on; it was actually other boys who stimulated them and told them about it.

Don't look at those Daoist boys each being a boy or girl, or looking like young men and women.

Each is a "thousand-year-old fox spirit"; playing at Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio comes naturally to them.

The anger of Golden Horn and Silver Horn has only accumulated more and more, and even until today, they have not been able to dispel it in the slightest.

On the contrary, it has become more severe; if it weren't for Sun Wukong, how would they have gone from being furnace-tending boys to being stepped on by everyone, even unwilling to be stepped on, like stinking dog feces?

Hating the house and thus the crow, for Tang Luo, whose impression of that time was not particularly deep, Silver Horn naturally also came to hate him.

"Enemy" meeting, naturally eyes turn red with hatred; Silver Horn immediately attacked, but he did not expect this monk's strength to be extraordinary.

Just this one move alone is already not inferior to Sun Wukong back then.

Fortunately, he, Silver Horn, is not the Silver Horn of back then.

Silver Horn, wary of Tang Luo, had murderous intent burst forth in his eyes; he bit his thumb, stretched his hand, and smeared it on the Seven-Star Sword.

A deep light flashed on the Seven-Star Sword; Silver Horn threw it upward, the sword hovered for a moment, let out a light sound, and shot toward Tang Luo.

Midway, it turned into "a stretch of starry sky," the star-studded starry sky sweeping toward Tang Luo.

Amid the deep black, radiant light flowed and shone, illuminating half the sky!

Tang Luo extended his hand forward, and a faint light curtain appeared before him.

Profound Gold Indestructible Body.

The starry sky fell upon the light curtain, completely enveloping Tang Luo, making him appear to be within a torrent of starlight.

The radiant flowing light continuously bombarded the light curtain.

Yet Tang Luo remained utterly still, like a stubborn rock in a rushing great river.

He clenched his outstretched hand; the starry sky enveloping him, the radiant flowing light instantly ceased, and then, cracks appeared spreading out.

It shattered with a boom!

The main body of the Seven-Star Sword appeared, grasped by Tang Luo in his hand, he seized the sword body and directly pinched it into two segments, then casually threw it down.

The seven light points on it dimmed, and the entire sword turned into a pile of powder in midair.

The cheers of those little demons came to an abrupt halt.

Silver Horn spat out a mouthful of fresh blood; Tang Luo not only broke his spell but also destroyed his artifact, already injuring him.

"Tang Xuanzang!"

Silver Horn roared angrily.

"Don't shout so loudly……" Tang Luo's words had barely left his mouth when he felt a massive suction force come upon him.

The silver horn's angry expression vanished, and he coldly smirked as he took out a gourd from behind his back—the Purple Gold Red Gourd.

"This thing also exists?"

Tang Luo was somewhat surprised, transforming into a stream of light and being sucked into the gourd.

Pulling out the stopper, he shoved it into the gourd's mouth, then slapped on a Dao talisman. Silver Horn shook the gourd in his hand: "Idiot!"

"You actually still use schemes—I clearly remember you guys getting played miserably by Wukong back then." Tang Luo's voice came from inside the gourd, without a trace of panic, instead very leisurely.

"So he's in a bad state now!"

Silver Horn laughed loudly: "Didn't expect you to also come knocking on our door."

"He's in a bad state now……" Tang Luo said, "You wouldn't be saying that monkey is Sun Wukong, would you?"

"You don't know?" Silver Horn said, "I thought you came to avenge your disciple. This realm doesn't connect to the outside world—how did you get in?"

"The poor monk has his own ways." Tang Luo indirectly admitted he came from "that realm," "Why would you say that monkey is Sun Wukong? The poor monk doesn't think so either."

Silver Horn's tone turned ferocious: "After a long time, it's about to break anyway, so it naturally doesn't look like it anymore. We were still regretting it, never expecting you, this master, to come knocking on our door! Everyone will be very happy! Hahahaha!"

Saying the last words, he burst into wild laughter.

The little demons nearby all followed with cheers, the scene lively and fantastical.

Those captives originally thought there was a sliver of hope, never expecting that the white-haired monk who looked so flashy would be taken by the demon king in the blink of an eye.

Instantly, their hearts turned to dead ashes.

"What, scared speechless?" Silver Horn shook the Purple Gold Red Gourd, "Rest assured, stay foolishly inside the gourd—won't turn you into pus water."

Like the Seven Star Sword, the Purple Gold Red Gourd is also not something the Supreme Old Lord personally carries; it's a unique treasure.

The gourd is used to hold elixirs, the Jade Pure Bottle to hold water.

Both are mass-produced magical treasures, just not as numerous as the Seven Star Sword—only a few furnace-tending boys have them, either holding a gourd or holding a Jade Pure Bottle.

Not some unique gourd growing on a single vine.

Perhaps the Supreme Old Lord himself might have such a unique gourd, but he wouldn't hand it over to the Silver Horn and Gold Horn two dao boys.

When Silver Horn and Gold Horn first brought their treasures down to the lower realm, the Purple Gold Red Gourd and Jade Pure Bottle could be considered treasures bestowed upon them by the Old Lord.

Silver Horn holds the Purple Gold Red Gourd, Gold Horn holds the Sheep Fat Jade Pure Bottle.

Although not truly belonging to the Old Lord's treasures, their power is by no means small—they can hold elixirs, hold water, and also be used to suppress and refine enemies.

The gourds and Jade Pure Bottles used by Gold Horn and Silver Horn, after they were no longer furnace-tending boys, were all taken away.

Now the gourd in Silver Horn's hand is one of the few that fell into this realm together with them when the Mountain Sea Realm shattered, plus treasures reforged from the fragments.

Compared to the gourds back then, its power is only stronger, not weaker.

Even without needing the other party's consent, one can suck people in……if they consent, it's even more convenient.

That talisman was written by the Supreme Old Lord himself, to prevent special elixirs from escaping the gourd—Tang Seng wanting to escape is absolutely impossible.

Silver Horn, pleased with himself, put the gourd aside and loudly said: "Continue! Send someone to tell the Great King, say we have a new toy again."

A little demon received the order and left; slaughter and dance took shape again.

As for the dead Tiger General, basically no one cared.

"Really or fake……" Zhu Bajie listened to Tang Luo's words to them, looking at that Sun Wukong full of ferocity, "Not like it, Master, I feel this isn't the eldest senior brother."

"I also feel it's not the eldest senior brother." Ao Yu Lie also echoed.

Silver Horn is actually the real Silver Horn, and he even said this monkey is Sun Wukong.

Zhu Bajie and Ao Yu Lie both expressed disbelief.

"I think this Silver Horn doesn't look like he's lying, or perhaps there's still a secret." Tang Luo said, "He said 'we,' 'everyone'—shouldn't be just him and Gold Horn two; maybe this time we'll also meet other 'old acquaintances'."

"Master, should we not pump more words out of him? I think this Silver Horn is even dumber than before." Zhu Bajie said.

"No need, the gourd inside is too small, uncomfortable." Tang Luo said, "Since 'old acquaintances' are many, there are many people we can ask."

That strike can be heavier—if accidentally beaten to death, it doesn't matter.

No need to waste merit and power to save back.

Silver Horn was enjoying the slaughter and dance under his feet, a finger lightly rolling on a grape, seeming to consider whether to let that half-demon die or that giant wolf die this time.

Suddenly, the gourd placed beside him vibrated—before Silver Horn could react, the gourd exploded with a boom.

A hand shot out, grabbed Silver Horn's neck, and violently slammed him down!

With a tremendous boom, the entire Lotus Flower Palace shook.

Fortunately, the palace was sturdy enough and didn't collapse.

However, this fairyland-like garden at this moment was in utter disarray.

Like an earth dragon rolling over.

A group of little demons, plus those captives twisted seven ways and eight ways, lay on the ground; those with bad luck even fell into the cracks, heaven and earth inverted, as if a mountain had just descended and pressed down.

Tang Luo lifted the Silver Horn, reeking of wine and meat, to his face: "Your gourd is too small, staying inside is uncomfortable."