"Boring." Tang Luo shook his head. He had originally been waiting for this Phantom God to rise up and have a proper fight with him.
Tang Luo had fought many demons, the mounts of immortals and Buddhas, and immortals and Buddhas themselves. He had fought Sun Wukong and Yang Jian, but he had definitely never fought himself.
It was an exceptionally rare experience.
That was also why Tang Luo had allowed Phantom God to swallow that drop of blood. Otherwise, with Phantom God's bad habit of talking first, Tang Luo could have killed him ten thousand times while he was speaking.
With Phantom God's abilities, he could not actually endure repeated deaths.
In fact, the moment the fake Tang Xuanzang began to crack, Phantom God had already reached his limit. If he died one more time, it would be true death.
That was why Phantom God had brought out the Slaying Immortal Flying Dagger.
The Slaying Immortal Flying Dagger. Tang Luo looked at this magical treasure, whose name he had only heard before and which he was seeing for the first time today.
The red gourd floated in midair, then suddenly transformed into a streak of light and tried to flee.
Tang Luo reached out and grabbed. The red gourd froze in midair. White smoke billowed from its mouth as a head and a flying dagger appeared together. White light and the spinning blade struck Tang Luo at once.
Tang Luo caught the spinning blade in his hand, and the glow around it faded.
Only then did he see the Slaying Immortal Flying Dagger's true form: a slightly curved, palm-length little knife with no hilt, only a blade.
"Hm?" Tang Luo examined the Slaying Immortal Flying Dagger closely and discovered an unusual aura on it.
This flying dagger had another