Chapter 63 The mysterious fat man (please collect, please recommend)

On an auspicious cloud flying towards Kunlun, when he heard the shouts coming from the direction of the heaven, and then looked at the huge golden cloud of merit falling towards the north, Hou Yi's face instantly became extremely ugly.

Demon Wen, Demon Master, such a huge golden cloud of merit, this...

The demon tribe has become stronger again!

"Brother Gungun, things are getting worse!" Hou Yi clenched his fists and said to Gungun, who was sitting next to him on the cloud and chewing bamboo.

"No, things are getting more and more wonderful." Gungun glanced at the golden cloud of merit, then moved his gaze to the shining monster characters suspended in the sky, and said casually.

"Brother Gungun, this is really not a joke. Kunpeng was originally a quasi-sage who could kill two corpses. Now that he has gained immeasurable merit, his strength will definitely increase greatly. Even if he still cannot kill the third corpse, he will have far more extraordinary abilities.

With the strength of the quasi-sage, he will definitely be the formidable enemy of my witch clan in the future decisive battle!" Hou Yi said anxiously to Gungun.

After saying that, he rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of something. He grabbed the bear arm that Gungun was holding and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

Among the creatures of the Wu Clan, you are the one with the highest cultivation level and a powerful soul. Can you, like Kunpeng, also create writing for our Wu Clan?"

"Ah?" He was about to ask Hou Yi why he was preventing him from eating bamboo. Suddenly, when he heard his question, Gungun was stunned.

I...created words for the Wu Clan?

No, how did you know that I am a cultural bear? I don’t have the ability to create words!

"Witch Hou Yi, don't embarrass Xiong." Gungun came back to his senses, pushed Hou Yi away, grabbed his palm, and said to him.

"Brother Gungun, can you really not do it? If you can create writing for our witch clan, then you will be a wizard." Hou Yi asked Gungun with some unwillingness to give up.

Their witch clan has no soul, and even the ancestral witches have incomplete souls. It is difficult to create characters. Even before the Kunpeng incident happened, they had never thought of creating characters.

"Wizard..." Upon hearing this title, Gungun's mind subconsciously pictured him wearing a wizard's hat, wizard's robe, and holding a staff in his hand. Suddenly, his big fat face twitched violently.

Then, he shook his head vigorously, continued to eat bamboo, and replied: "I really can't do it. Besides, the Wu people practice the physical body and don't practice Taoism, so writing is not of much use."

"It has merit." Hou Yi corrected him.

"Having merit and... okay, this is a reason, but..." Gungun chewed the bamboo in his mouth for a few times, thought about it in his mind, and then said to Hou Yi: "This matter is not that easy to do.

, please give me some time and let me think about it."

"Okay, brother Gungun, how much time do you need, is a thousand years enough?" After hearing Gungun's words, Hou Yi smiled, squatted down, put his arm on its back, and asked him.

"not enough."

"Then how much time do you need?"

"About half a million years."

Hou Yi: "..."

…

On the other side, Buzhou Mountain.

"Damn it!" The Twelve Ancestral Witches stood in front of Pangu Hall, their expressions ugly. The Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong even opened his mouth and shouted loudly, venting the anger in his heart.

The demon clan has destroyed the Penglai Immortal Court, subdued the Ancestral Dragon Son and the Donghai Dragon Clan, and then attacked Beiming, forcing Kunpeng to surrender. Now, Kunpeng has created writing for the demon clan, attracting countless merits from heaven. Looking back at them

The witch clan has gotten nothing. This is really called witch... I feel so unsatisfied!

"Kunpeng is such a spineless thing. The demon clan treats him like this, and he even creates writing for the demon clan. Has he forgotten about Taiyi burning down the Wutong Forest? Haha, what a legitimate son of Yuanfeng, betraying his ancestors and forgetting his lineage!"

Xuan Ming looked in the direction of Beiming, folded his hands in his arms, and said coldly.

"Brother, our Wu clan should also have Wu clan writing!" At this time, Gonggong shouted to Di Jiang.

"That's right, brother, if their demon clan can have demon writing, our witch clan can naturally also have our own witch writing. We must not let the demon clan continue to be so rampant!" Gou Mang also said to Di Jiang.

"Yes." After hearing the words of the two brothers, Di Jiang nodded, and then said to Zhu Jiuyin: "Take a look and see where the wizards of our Wu clan are now."

"Yes." Zhu Jiuyin responded, then a red light appeared in his eyes, and he began to browse the long river of time, but...

"I can't see clearly!" The long river of time was blurry. He couldn't see clearly the picture of the wizard at all. Then, Zhu Jiuyin gritted his teeth, the law of time ran faster, and the powerful mana was outputted crazily. Finally, time

A somewhat confusing scene appeared on the river.

On the screen, a fat figure with a drum hanging in front of him is jumping in front of a big cauldron, tapping the drum head with his palms from time to time. This is...

"Buzz~" The long river of time closed, and the divine light in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes dissipated.

"Huh!" Suddenly, Zhu Jiuyin exhaled heavily. He didn't expect that it was so difficult to browse the pictures about wizards. He was really exhausted.

"How is it, have you seen it?" Di Jiang asked Zhu Jiuyin, and the other ancestral witches also looked at him.

"I saw it." Zhu Jiuyin replied, panting heavily.

"Who is he, a son of which tribe?"

"have no idea."

"What?!" As soon as these words came out, all the ancestral witches present shouted in unison.

"Well, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but I saw his figure. He is a fat man!" Zhu Jiuyin explained hurriedly.

"Fat guy?" The ancestral witches looked at each other. The witch clan cultivated their physical bodies, and most of them were very tall, but fat... how could there be fat people in our witch clan?

"Brother Six, did you see it wrong?" Hou Tu asked Zhu Jiuyin.

"There is no mistake. That fat body is jumping up and down in front of a big cauldron. How could I be wrong? He is definitely a fat man, and not an ordinary fat man!" Zhu Jiuyin said without hesitation.

"But we Wu clan are not fat at all..."

"Wait!" Zhu Rong was about to say something. Suddenly, Hou Tu raised a hand, interrupted him, and confirmed to Zhu Jiuyin: "Brother Six, you said the wizard you saw was a man in the big city.

The fat man jumping up and down in front of the cauldron?"

"good."

"Are there any other characteristics?"

"Well...that fat man is playing the drum."

"Clap the drums?"

"Yes, there is a cylindrical drum hanging in front of it. When it jumps around, it keeps beating there."

After hearing these words, Houtu frowned, and a naive and fat face appeared in his mind, but...

"The last time Gungun used his cauldron to absorb resentment and demonic spirits in Xiaoyu Mountain, he didn't use a drum. It doesn't seem to have a drum-like magic weapon. Could it be... No, maybe it does, but I don't know.

" Hou Tu thought in his heart.

Then, he turned around and looked in the direction of Kunlun. He was silent for a while, and then said to the other ancestral wizards: "Perhaps, I know who the future wizard will be."

"Who is it?" Gonggong asked hurriedly.

Hou Tu looked back at him, opened his lips slightly, and replied: "Gungun."

"What, that fat guy?"

"Huh?" Immediately, Di Jiang and other ancestral shamans all looked at Gonggong, which made Gonggong suddenly frightened.

Fatty? Very good, right!
Chapter completed!