I have saved so many doomsday goddesses from all over the world

"Oh, it's time to eat. I've arrived just in time."

A Taoist priest wearing a gilded Taoist robe and looking like an immortal appeared next to the cauldron with a whisk in his hand.

It was very abrupt. There was no sign at all beforehand. He just appeared so suddenly.

The one who came was none other than the Immortal Lord who created all things.

He was reserved and had no intimidating aura. He was "only" seven or eight meters tall, barely a head taller than the giant tripod.

Compared with the three demon kings, he looks like a child.

The three demon kings, however, looked terrified, with sweat pouring down their foreheads and backs.

Wanwu glanced at the mountain wall with his hands behind his back, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the thick rock layer.

Suddenly he smiled, "It's you."

Without any movement from Him, a sturdy little demon was instantly teleported from the outer cave to the big cauldron.

The little demon didn't even have time to scream before his flesh, blood and internal organs fell down.

In the blink of an eye, he was reduced to a bloody skeleton.

All things casually threw the bloody skeleton aside and used their mind to control the pieces of meat and offal to roll in the boiling oil.

A gentle lesson: "I've told you so many times to use a slow fire. If the meat is overcooked, it will affect the taste."

The three kings were as docile as little kittens, and Nono agreed.

Wanwu fried the meat in oil, squinted his eyes, smelled it, and nodded to show his satisfaction.

Then the high energy came:

The originally sanctimonious faces of all things were distorted, and the originally kind eyes were squeezed into two narrow lines.

The mouth opened wide, deformed and stretched out to reveal a trumpet-like mouthpart filled with spiral fangs.

A long, worm-like tongue protruded from it, topped with a vicious, sharp mouth.

The little mouth kept opening and closing, saliva kept dripping, and suddenly popped out, sweeping all the meat and offal suspended in the air into the spiral trumpet mouth.

Click, click, click, it's gone in the blink of an eye.

The three kings were horrified and retreated again and again.

It’s not that they are frightened by the way things are eaten.

In fact, the way they eat is quite strange.

It's just that the skin of the old-school monk, which Wanwu had taken great pains to find from some corner, was now a little too tight to hold.

If one accidentally revealed a trace of extremely terrifying twisted aura, it would be enough to make the three kings' blood boil and their hearts restless.

I wish I could reveal my true form immediately, and transform into Taoism again and again!

There is no way, the master of his own domain is such a terrifying existence.

Even if he doesn't use any magic power, just a ray of his original breath that he inadvertently reveals is enough to cause the creatures nearby to twist and deform!

The suppression of rank and power made the kitten, the elephant and the bird feel like every second was a year.

Fortunately, all things knew they couldn't bear it and finished their meal early.

"call--"

The three kings felt relieved, and their bodies under the magic armor were soaked with sweat.

Survived the catastrophe, survived the catastrophe.

After all things had their fill, they smoothed out the human skin and restored the human appearance.

Suddenly changing the subject: "You know that Tang Sanzang, right?"

As a demon king, no, an immortal! He naturally knew.

The evil monk is the most outstanding in the mountain and sea world in this issue.

Their attitude is so arrogant and their methods so vicious that they are even worse than the East Star Crow who would overturn the table at the slightest disagreement.

Wanwu said leisurely: "A few days ago, I sent a few guys to investigate the monk. It was confirmed that he is indeed a monk of the old school, a human."

(The manufacturing process of the first version of the Heart Demon's body is infinitely close to that of humans)

After these words were spoken, the three kings' breathing became heavier.

An old-school monk at the True Immortal level!

In this dog-day world where the laws of nature are twisted, high-level monks who can stick to their original intentions and not be influenced by the laws of nature,

That damn thing is even rarer than the Immortal Lord!

If he swallows this, wouldn't he take off on the spot and achieve a breakthrough immediately?

Isn’t it true that the saying that eating Tang Monk’s flesh can make one immortal is just a rumor?

Wanwu continued, "According to the children's intelligence, the monk is still wandering somewhere near Chechi Kingdom, seemingly searching for something."

"You can lead our elite troops to capture it. We will split the profits 30-70."

No demon would be foolish enough to ask the Immortal Lord who is third and who is seventh.

Seventy percent of it must belong to others, and giving you thirty percent of Lion Camel Ridge shows that I respect you.

No doubt about it, I’ll definitely do it!

Almost at the same time, Heaven, South Gate of Heaven.

The immortal abode that was once shrouded in clouds is now filled with black fog and a bottomless darkness.

Occasionally, blood-red lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the distorted space around it.

A huge figure was moving through the gloomy clouds and fog, revealing a hideous silhouette.

Thunderous roars continued to come from the clouds, like the wails of countless wronged souls.

The towering white jade dragon-shaped pillars of the Nantianmen Gate are now covered with something that is hard to tell whether it is flesh or fungus.

This thing extends from the doorpost and covers the square in front of and behind the door.

Its surface was covered with wriggling knots and tumors, and as it expanded and contracted, the cracks emitted purple-black mist-like powder.

An indistinct whisper echoed in the vast space of Nantianmen:

"Where is the Third Prince..."

After a while, the buzzing sound came from far away.

A huge flying insect landed at the foot of Nantianmen and roared impatiently:

"Old Jiuzhuan, if you have to fart, do it now!"

Since he is the Third Prince, it is reasonable for him to have three heads on the black exoskeleton.

It has a locust-like head, huge compound eyes that emit dangerous red light, and several serrated mouthparts that open and close unsteadily, and the sound made by the friction is like fingernails scratching glass.

Since it has three heads, it is reasonable to have six arms.

On the back, between the two pairs of wings, two pairs of slender limbs extended out and hooked forward.

There are claws, pincers, scorpion tails and mantis arms.

Combined with the anti-jointed upper and lower limbs, it highlights a mixed style.

This is what it means to reconstruct the immortal body through multiple corpse transformations.

As the eldest brother, the Nine-Reincarnation Immortal Lord is naturally more abstract than the Third Prince.

I saw countless worms crawling out from something that looked like a fungal blanket, tangling together in a group.

Soon, a giant made of a sea of ​​insects stood in front of the Third Prince.

There are no facial features, only densely packed, wriggling worms forming a skull-like shape, with two deep depressions on the face "looking" at the Third Prince.

"I order you to lead 10,000 heavenly soldiers and generals to Chechi Country to capture the evil monk Tang Sanzang who slaughtered immortals."

The locust man used his clawed limbs to make a gesture of picking his nose - God knows where his nostrils came from - and snorted disdainfully:

"Don't go."

"...Xiaoyang has confirmed that Tang Sanzang is indeed a cultivator of the old school."

"How impressive! How loyal you are! You have confirmed that all three of your brothers are gone."

The Third Prince's three mouths chuckled harshly, "If you eat it, you will become immortal, right? That's amazing! But I refuse."

You simply can't imagine that a locust man with cute big compound eyes would twist his face and make a sarcastic expression like a bad boy to his boss.

"Kill the monk and take 90% of the meat. Chop up the remaining 10% and share it among my tens of thousands of brothers and sisters."

"Do you think I'm stupid?"

"Besides, I'm in this shape now. What's the point of living forever? I'd better die sooner rather than later."

Facing the troublemaker who turned and left, Jiu Zhuan calmly took out his trump card:

"The chosen child will be born in Chechi country soon. By then, Xu Chi will probably be there."

The Third Prince stopped flapping his wings, looked back and sneered.

"Oh, really? It's this disgusting trick again. Okay, I'll just go for it. 30%."

Its mouthparts made a clattering sound, and it muttered, "Birdman. You've been sacrificed, but you've managed to survive this long. Damn, are you a cockroach?"