Journey to the West: Leopard Head Mountain Entertainment Company

Dijun stared at Tianhuo closely. The nine demon saints beside him seemed indifferent, but in fact they also focused on Jixiu. He threw himself towards this repair.

"Your Majesty asked you something, why didn't you answer?"

Seeing that Tianhuo remained silent for a long time, Ghost Che snorted coldly.

Xi He and Chang Xi couldn't help frowning at the attitude of the demons in the heaven towards Tian Huo. When they wanted to say something, they were stopped by Wang Shu's eyes and signaled them not to make a sound.

You Hu.

Tianhuo, no, it should be said that Lu Ya slowly raised his head. On his handsome face, a pair of starry eyes stared at Dijun, and said with a slow smile, "My name is Tianhuo, from... You just treat me as a Western monk Bar!"

Why is it a Western monk again? x9

The nine demon saints looked at each other. If I remember correctly, the green-robed Taoist who wiped away hundreds of millions of liches with five-colored strange light not long ago seemed to be a green-robed monk as well.

Although there is no direct evidence that Taoist Qingpao came from the West, the aura of mana exuded by that Taoist comes from the same source as Zhunti and Jieyin. If it is said that he is not from the West, who would believe it?

"Are all Western monks this powerful?"

"It should be just an example!"

"What is the relationship between him and the green-robed Taoist? I just heard Taiyin Xingjun say that when this cultivator surrendered the three ancestral witches, he was covered in golden light, very similar to the green-robed Taoist..."

All the demon gods transmitted their spiritual thoughts, and secretly complained about the doubts in their hearts.

Lu Ya said it casually, maybe he never thought that his words would provoke the crazy brains of all the monsters. What's outrageous is that the direction of the brains is really right.

"Have we met?"

For some reason, Di Jun's tone was tough and aggressive, but the moment Tianhuo raised his head and looked at him, Dao Xin trembled inexplicably, and an indescribable sense of familiarity came suddenly. He felt strange.

Surprised, Di Jun even ignored Tianhuo's answer.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, we have never seen it before, but Your Majesty is the Demon Emperor of Heaven. Although it is the first time I have seen you today, I have heard the name of the Demon Emperor for a long time before that."

"is it?"

Di Jun said with a strange expression.

He took a deep look at Tianhuo, because just now he not only felt a touch of familiarity from Tianhuo, but also a touch of... kindness mixed with the familiarity.

That kind of kindness, like the resonance between the blood, made Di Jun feel that he... I'm afraid he's crazy!

Blood resonance, how is it possible?

Could it be that there is a third Golden Crow in the world?

Simply ridiculous!

……

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three days later.

Western land.

Due to the sudden birth of the green-robed Taoist, the always barren western land has rarely become more alive.

In just three days, countless monks have already come from all over the prehistoric region, with various purposes in mind, wishing to visit and make friends with the one who, with the power of one person, defeated five ancestor witches, and wiped away hundreds of millions of witches with two celestial lights. The green-robed Zen master of the demon army!

Among the countless visitors, there were also eight ancestor witches.

"Two fellow Taoists, we would like to pay a visit to Venerable Master Qingpao and ask him when he will return my Wu Clan army. Could we be more accommodating?"

Di Jiang smiled slightly, his tone was sincere, and he asked Xiang Zhunti and received him sincerely.

Because there are few trees and mountains in the west, strong winds often blow up. Out of good intentions, Di Jiang feared that the wind would blow too hard and blow away Jieyin and Zhunti, so he kindly ordered the seven brothers Form a human wall together with him, no, it is the witch wall that shields the two western powers from wind and dust.

The positions are roughly as follows.

Dijiang——Jumang——Riaoshou

Xizi—【Zhunti/Jieyin】—Qiangliang

Zhu Jiuyin - Tian Wu - Extravagance than a Corpse

"..." x2

Facing the enthusiastic "protection" of the eight ancestral witches, Jieyin and Zhunti are full of black lines, and there is unspeakable suffering. .

Chapter 615

There is a saying that showing strength is the best means of publicity.

Thanks to the green-robed Taoist, the Western Land has never been as lively as it is now since the beginning of the world.

Every day, there are so many monks who come to visit Venerable Qingpao because they are as dense as sand and as dense as mountains and seas. They are all vying to go to the west and practice Zen. For this, Jieyin and Zhunti are naturally delighted endlessly.

They were worried about the barrenness and no one in the west, and there were countless disciples coming to their door right now, and the mood of the two bald men could not be described as happy.

However, blessings come with misfortunes, relying on the reputation of the green-robed Taoist, while bringing convenience to the west, it also brought disaster to the land of the west.

Zhunti and Jieying are both late-stage quasi-sage monks, so they can naturally sense it, but in just three days, this place in the west, where birds don't eat shit, has attracted the prying eyes of countless witches and monsters, or , It should be the stark clear vision.

The five-color strange light of the green-robed Taoist, under the gaze of all living beings, wiped away the army of hundreds of millions of liches, and at the same time shocked the prehistoric world, it also slapped the faces of the two overlords of heaven and the witch clan, making the two clans Lost face.

Such a provocative move, how can the two Liches who have been arrogant for a long time bear it?

……

Western court.

Di Jiang smiled slightly, with a sincere tone, and sincerely asked Xiang Zhunti and his guide, "Two fellow Taoists, we want to pay a visit to Venerable Qingpao and ask him when he will return my Wu Clan army. Can we be more accommodating?~ "

Surrounded by the eight ancestral witches, Dijiang, Jumang, Rushou, Xizi, Tianwu, Qiangliang, Zhujiuyin, and Shebishi, Jieyin and Zhunti are full of black lines and suffering. Word.

"Fellow Daoist, my brother and I really don't know that green-robed monk!"

Although Zhunti couldn't understand the wanton and arrogance of the Wu clan, but the situation was not as good as Wu Qiang, even though he was full of indignation, he could only grin at the corner of his mouth and smile embarrassingly.

"Hey~ fellow daoist, you are not being kind. That fellow daoist in green robe has a mana aura, which is as if he came from the same source as you, and is almost the same. How could you not recognize him?"

Di Jiang's eyes were like copper bells, his fangs were bright white, he showed a kind smile, and continued, "Or...the two 'sages' transcend all things, are noble and extraordinary, look down on us and the Wuzu, and don't want to tell us the truth? "

All monks who have read "Prehistoric Heaven and Earth" know that Hongjun, the Taoist patriarch, once bestowed seven primordial purple qi, and as long as he can understand the secret of Hunyuan, he can use the purple qi to prove his way and become a saint.

Each of the seven primordial purple auras has its own owner, and except for the ancestor Hongyun who was attacked by Kunpeng and fell due to a momentary inattention, the owners of the other six primordial purple auras finally proved the holy way and became the supreme supreme, surpassing The saint above all things.

Jieying and Zhunti are the second of the six saints.

The saint is unpredictable, has boundless supernatural powers, and is worthy of awe, but... the saint is different before he is sanctified.

"Tell me, are the two fellow daoists dissatisfied with my witch clan, so they don't want to tell us the whereabouts of fellow daoist Qingpao!?"

Lian Shou, who had fought the Taoist in Qingpao for the longest time and was also the one who had been humiliated the longest, snorted coldly, put his hands on his hips, and looked at Zhunti and Jieying angrily, wanting Ertu to give him an answer.

"This... Brother and I really don't know! We have been living in the west and devoting ourselves to practice, never paying attention to the outside world, how dare we do such a thing that offends the witch clan?"

Zhunti showed pain on his face, and as he spoke, he squeezed his eyes and shed two lines of muddy old tears, "If you don't believe me, just punch me to death!"

Faced with Zhunti's cry, the eight ancestor witches were expressionless, and Qiang Liang sneered even more. With a wave of his big hand, he took out a jade slip from the Sumeru animal skin pouch, and said calmly, "Don't pretend there. If I hadn't read "Prehistoric World", maybe I would have been fooled by your appearance, it was said in Chapter 1 of the sixth volume of this book..."

In the book "Prehistoric Heaven and Earth", each of the six saints has their own evaluations. Among them, Nuwa has the most praise, and the two western saints have the most criticism.

There is a saying in the book that the two saints in the West are the most unscrupulous. In order to seek opportunities, they always like to sell miserably in front of other monks, pretending to be pitiful, in order to gain sympathy and profit from it.

When Qiang Liang read out the introduction about the Second Western Sage word by word, Jie Yin and Zhun Ti were taken aback for a moment, and then the two brothers and sisters suddenly became furious.

"This is wrong!"

"This is slander!"

Zhunti's teeth were trembling, and he was trembling with anger. In the past, he was crying in disguise, but this time he was crying... I really don't know!

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"Eight friends, we really don't know who the green-robed monk is, and we don't know why he knows Zen!"

Jieyin and Zhunti were surrounded by eight ancestral witches, weeping so much that they couldn't make a sound, as if they had suffered a great injustice. Even the most hard-hearted monks would not be able to see such a scene. Will unconsciously sigh.

If Houtu were here, perhaps he would really follow the path of the two bald men.

But the eight ancestral witches don't like this, not to mention that they are familiar with the true colors of the two balds after reading "The Wilderness", even if they haven't read it, the witch clan hates the crying and weak people the most.

Just such a guy deserves to be sanctified? x8

The ancestral witches were full of resentment, and felt that the law of heaven was unfair for a while.

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"One year!"

Di Jiang restrained his smile, and said in a deep voice, "I'll only give you one year, I don't care whether you know that green-robed monster or not, within one year, if I don't see those generals When I come back safely, I will definitely cut off the root of the Bodhi tree, destroy the disciples you have accepted, smash the veins in the west, and turn this place into a place of death!"

"Dare!" x2

Dijiang's overbearing made Zhunti and Jieyin Qiqi furious.

"Why don't I dare?"

Dijiang's eyes were cold, "Although the saint is strong, it is also said in the book that the real body of Pangu summoned by the gods and demons has the power to slaughter the saint. So what if you are immortal, once you resurrect, I will kill you once , I don't believe that the saint's resurrection from the dead is unconditional.

Furthermore, you are not yet sanctified!I respect that you are the personal heirs of the Dao ancestors, and you will be the sages in the future, so you will make concessions in every possible way. I advise you not to be ignorant, otherwise, even if you risk the punishment of the Dao ancestors, I will destroy you both physically and souls! "

With a loud shout, the western land was suddenly covered by dark clouds and thunder roared.

After Di Jiang finished speaking, he ignored Yingyin and Zhunti, took several ancestor witches into the ripples of space, and disappeared.

Only Zhunti and Jieying were left cursing, beating their chests and stamping their feet, they were extremely aggrieved.

"The Witch Clan bullies people too much!!!"

"Brother, what shall we do?"

"What else can we do? Let's look for it! If we can't find that green-robed Taoist, we will be the ones who suffer..." Eight.

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Witch Clan, Ancestral Witch Hall.

Accompanied by a wave of ripples, the figures of the eight ancestor witches suddenly appeared here.

From the land of the west to the tribe of the Wu tribe, the distance is far apart, and the distance is too long to count. Looking at the prehistoric world, the only one who can go back and forth between the two places with one thought is probably only Dijiang, who has applied the law of space to the almost peak state.

"Brother, I always feel that Zhunti and Jieying don't seem to be lying. They really don't seem to know the whereabouts of the green-robed demon."

Thinking of how Jieyin and Zhunti were crying and crying for injustice, Xizi couldn't help showing a weird face. Although the "Second Saint of the West" is very hypocritical and likes to show cruelty and love, this is too good a disguise. , just like the real thing.

"I don't know what a fart. Didn't you see a large group of monks who came to visit and seek Taoism outside the practice field?"

Ru Shou sneered, and said lightly, "In my opinion, if these two decent guys really don't know the whereabouts of the green-robed demon, how dare they blatantly use the reputation of the green-robed demon to recruit disciples? So, this Yinhe Zhunti 09 must know the whereabouts of the green-robed monster, but they just deliberately don't want to tell us!"

After some reasoning, the logic was clear and well-founded, which convinced Wu.

In the wild, pay attention to cause and effect.

Regardless of whether Zhunti, Jieyin and Taoist Qingpao know each other or are connected, since the two bald men dare to use this person's name to promote Zen, they must be prepared to accept the cause and accept the result.

That's all for the discussion about the Qingpao Yaodao.

Anyway, in one year's time, if the army of hundreds of millions of witches doesn't come back safely, the ancestor witches will definitely go to the west to "visit" and pick up the guides and Zhunti, and use their fists to reason with them!

"By the way, why haven't Gong Gong, Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming come back yet?"

Zhu Jiuyin's eyes were bright, shining like the scorching sun, and she asked suspiciously.

Not long ago, the spies of the witch clan who were in charge of monitoring the movements of the Heavenly Court sent a message. The demon emperor Jun brought nine demon saints and 360 five demon gods, and Hua Hong rushed to the Taiyin star for support.

Speaking of which, it's all to blame for that hateful green-robed demon, if he hadn't acted as a hindrance, causing the war to cease, and failing to buy enough time for Gong Gong, Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming to kidnap Xi He back, otherwise, With Xihe as a threat, the Heavenly Court will definitely have more scruples and fall into a passive situation.

Let the witch sigh!

What a good layout, all ruined by this guy who popped out of nowhere!

Dijun made a move, and Gonggong and other ancestor witches wanted to catch Xihe away. The chances were slim. They were obviously no match for the combination of Heavenly Court and Taiyin Star. Of course, the combination of the two might be able to defeat the three ancestor witches, but Absolutely can't keep them.

So here comes the problem, since they lost to Di Jun and other monsters, logically speaking, Gong Gong, Zhu Rong and Xuan Ming should lead the remaining great witches back to the tribe.

But why three days have passed, but they haven't even seen their shadows?

Zhu Jiuyin frowned, always feeling that something was wrong.

"Oh, you still like to think wildly so much, but it's only been three days. Look, you're nervous."

Di Jiang shook his head. Among the twelve ancestral witches, Zhu Jiuyin may not be the strongest one, but he is definitely the one with the most delicate mind, the calmest approach to things, and the calmest in situations. He is one of the twelve with Gonggong. A rare intellect among ancestral witches.

This is his strength, but it is also his shortcoming. He likes to delve deeply into everything, and he loves to think deeply. He can't wait to figure out ten meanings of other ordinary words of Zuwu.