My brother is so stable

These big monsters are all from the monster clan. Except for the old cow, each demon king represents a powerful force of the monster clan.

That old cow... cow...

"Ok?"

Li Changshou raised his eyebrows secretly, and he was surprised to catch Lao Niu's habitual little movements through the cloud mirror.

Laojun's green bull?

Li Changshou was puzzled by this.

These demon kings with good strength are Sun Wukong's sworn brothers, and the Seven Great Sages that the Yaozu will push forward next, can be regarded as an important move for the Yaozu.

That old cow will become the Pingtian Great Sage Bull Demon King from now on.

But why did Li Changshou suddenly see the shadow of the green bull on the Bull Demon King?

Brother Niu's incarnation?

Uh, could it be that Qingniu set up an identity in the lower realm in order to stay with Iron Fan?

If this is the case, Brother Niu will 'make a mistress' outside the jade-faced fox in the future...

Pooh!

Scumbag!

Without daring to look any further, Li Changshou scattered the Cloud Mirror Technique, and then deliberately showed a somewhat helpless expression, shaking his head there slightly.

As a master, I really don't want to see Wukong so "degenerate".

In fact, Li Changshou could feel that Wukong was really happy at this time.

As you saw just now, the purple gold crown with phoenix wings, the cloud shoes with lotus root silk, and the gold chain armor have been worn on Sun Wukong's body. It is obvious that he has fought the autumn wind in the Dragon Palace.

Thinking of this, Li Changshou felt... quite regretful.

He really wanted to see how the ancient powerhouse Dragon King of the East China Sea was being 'bullied' by his disciples.

The old dragon king's temperament is actually quite good.

The Dinghaishen Needle has been falling on the sea eye, so it is already useless; when it sealed the sea eye in the east sea, it had already exhausted its merits.

This treasure is different from the traditional types of treasures in the prehistoric world, and perfectly fits with Monkey King's fighting method. It is destined to shine in the hands of Monkey King.

Just ...

In today's Heavenly Court, there are many masters who are on the list of gods in the flesh, and are blessed by the power of heaven; the strength of Heavenly Court is far beyond the original Heavenly Court after the Great Tribulation of God Conferred.

If the Heavenly Court does not release water, it is estimated that it will be difficult for Wukong to hit the Tongming Hall.

Li Changshou can only hope that this monkey will not provoke some harmless righteous gods in heaven, such as the God of Wealth, the God of Plague, and the like.

By the way, Lu Yue did not escape the fate of being made a god after all, but he was first made a god before being captured by Heaven.

That day, when Lu Yue came out from the secret place of Tianya Pavilion, his legs and feet were weak, but his eyes were firm.

Because Lu Yue wanted to refine poison pills, and if he was not careful, he would lose half of the heaven, His Highness Tong Ming ordered Lu Yue to practice alchemy outside, and he must work in the Heavenly Court for at least 60 years every hundred years, and he must keep his own place.

It can be regarded as giving Lu Yue a lot of care.

During the trouble in the Heavenly Palace, if a master of Lu Yue's level made a move, Wukong would be a bit difficult to deal with. After all, Wukong's cultivation foundation is still weak.

How many years before Sun Wukong is going to be an official in the Heavenly Court?

Li Changshou calculated carefully, but he couldn't figure out the specific schedule of Daozu.

Li Changshou could only secretly plan the next path, try to be as efficient and stealthy as possible, and insert more phantom nails.

Whether or not he can destroy Dao Ancestor and the Will of Heaven at the least cost depends on how far he can 'hide' in the next 20 years.

Current probability of winning: [-]% or [-]%.

There are only three hidden dangers left.

So, 13 years later.

……

Underworld Reincarnation Immortal Island, outside the Hall of Yama.

"Ma, why did you say this job fell on the two of us, moo~"

"Don't complain, don't complain, just work hard, baby~"

The two marshals with bull head and horse face each wore 'ghost uniforms' and headed towards their mansion in Fengdu.

Niutou's face turned into a bitter gourd shape, but Ma Mian was filling him with chicken soup.

When they returned to the mansion, which was as simple as a fenced yard, in dejection, they asked a few resentful spirits to guard the gate and hid in the main room.

Hearing two bang bangs, the bull's head and horse face pulled off the hood, and the two strong men of the Wu tribe looked at each other, each sighing quietly.

They haven't had a good life these years.

It's not that the underworld is in trouble, or that the witch clan in the underworld is in trouble.

The specific reason, they can not say;

But since a certain day, they have forgotten what delicious food is, and the pleasure of that delicious taste blooming on the tip of the tongue.

They have searched for hundreds of years, waited for hundreds of years, and finally can only come to one conclusion...

The deliciousness of the past exists in dreams.

It was they hallucinating.

After that, they were like salted fish who had lost their dreams, paralyzed every day at Tianxiong Pass on the east side of Fengdu City, without the motivation to discover the specialties of the underworld, and without the hope of pondering the rhythm of the underworld.

Almost depressed.

"When does your lord want us to go?"

Niutou asked casually, unfolded the pure black robe in front of him, and looked up and down.

"Three days later, Zishi."

Ma Mian replied, unfolded the pure white robe in front of him, pinched his chin and pondered for a while.