Baiyuncanggou, time flies...

A full half month has passed since the last chapter of "Journey to the West" was released.

In this half-month period, most of the demon clan's eyes have crossed the Southern Wilderness, leaped over Daxuan, and landed on Fangcun Mountain on the human-barbaric border.

It was a look of eager anticipation, a look of anxious waiting.

Wuhou of the human race, Lord of Fangcun Mountain!

You should update quickly!!

It has been ten days, one hundred and twenty hours. What are you doing in Fangcun Mountain?

Do you want to go hiking?

After such a long time, you can write a chapter even if you write with your feet!

Send it down quickly!

It’s a new month!

It’s only been happening for a few days. With so many demon clans in the Southern Wilderness, how could they come here in their turn?

Isn't it just a war?

The barbarians are coming, why don’t we monsters go up first?

But you have to leave a bloodline for us, right?

Why do we recognize our ancestors but not Heaven? Isn’t that because Heaven doesn’t recognize us first?

All fools know that the foundation of Heavenly Dao must be more tyrannical than that of Demon Ancestor!

That damn bloodline quota is not only a source of fear for the small clans, but also a headache for the big clans.

Now with "Journey to the West", we in the Southern Wilderness can collectively make a decision to betray our ancestors!

Now there is only one reason that prevents the demon clan from merging with the Heavenly Dao - your Chen Luo's update speed!

The popularity of Davari's guardian black bear has been going on for so long. Isn't it time for a change?

In fact, we in the Southern Wilderness still have many good-looking demon clans!

In the midst of the turbulent waiting, a figure suddenly appeared on Fangcun Mountain and flew directly towards Daxuan Zhongjing!

"It's the horse's day!"

The sharp-eyed humans and monsters immediately saw the true identity of the figure, and their moods suddenly became cheered up.

Since Fangcun Mountain was moved to the north, the distribution process of Chen Luo's manuscripts has been changed from Fangcun Mountain to Wenchang Pavilion, and then Wenchang Pavilion for copying. As for the Yao clan, they have also applied for permanent envoys to be stationed in Wenchang Pavilion.

After receiving the manuscript, Wenchang Pavilion immediately sent it back to all tribes in the Southern Wilderness.

The person in charge of delivering manuscripts on Fangcun Mountain is the former chief of the Juma clan and the current chief of Fangcun Mountain: the Third-Rank Great Saint Ma Zouri!

"Wuhou has updated!"

"Quick, quick, quick, send the news to the clan!"

“I don’t know which monster family is lucky this time!”

"It goes without saying that it must be my clan!"

"Hmph, that's nonsense, it's obviously my clan! Look at the beating!"

"We are all monsters of the Southern Wilderness. You all calm down. Let's be sensible and don't let the human race see the joke. This new chapter should be about our clan!"

"Hey, you monster, don't talk here anymore, watch for a fight!"

As soon as they disagreed, the demon tribes stationed in Fangcun Mountain started to take action. However, no one dared to use their magical powers. They just punched and kicked each other like ordinary mortals.

At this time, the Daxuan soldiers were eating melons, drinking tea, and watching the "arguments" between the demon clans, all with smiles on their faces.

The little animals are still energetic!

Is it important that Wuhou writes about the demon clan entering the heavenly realm?

I, the human race, don’t care at all!

The point is martial arts!

This "Journey to the West" is almost customized for martial arts.

Sooner or later, one day, millions of Martial Gods from our human race will rise up to suppress all disobedience!

Just need——Wu Hou updates faster...

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News of the new chapter quickly spread back to Southern Wasteland, almost instantly triggering another craze.

It’s finally out!

Although it will take another day for the message to be sent back from Wenchang Pavilion, this does not hinder the imagination of the various tribes in the Southern Wilderness.

What if it’s us?

There are also some snippets about the new chapter circulating, which can be used as a reference.

It is said that this time it is still the same as the old rules. It has been updated twice in a row. The well-informed demon clan has already obtained the name of Chapter Chapter——

"Chapter 18: Monk Tang from Guanyin Temple escapes from trouble, and Great Sage Gao Laozhuang eliminates demons!"

"Chapter 19: Wukong receives the Eight Precepts in Yunzhan Cave, and Xuanzang receives the Heart Sutra in Futu Mountain!"

"This chapter has made it very clear." A great sage of the She clan said loudly, "The new demon clan is called Bajie!"

All the great saints looked at the black-haired great saint and rolled their eyes one by one.

They are also blind, they actually think that a pig can express any high opinions!

If their ancestor demon had not received Chen Luo's promise, they would definitely be assigned a role in the future. Otherwise, how could they be qualified to participate in such a high-end academic conference?

The great sage of the She tribe took one look at the reactions of the monsters and felt displeased. He took a breath and swallowed all the fruits on the table.

Eat your fill first, in case there is a fight later and you won't have time to eat.

The great sage of the She tribe burped and said, "Did I, Lao Zhu, say something wrong?"

"It is written in black and white on the paper, Wukong accepts Bajie! This demon clan is Bajie!"

At this time, a peacock great sage heard this and sneered: "We are discussing race, not names!"

"But I can basically confirm that they are definitely not from your Shi tribe!"

The great sage of the Yi tribe suddenly slapped the table and stood up. His eyes widened and he said, "Why?"

"Marquis Wu promised this to our great ancestor!"

The Great Sage Peacock looked at the Great Sage of the She tribe with disgust: "So you people should read more books. The eight precepts are Buddhist precepts. The first is killing, the second is stealing, the third is sexual intercourse, the fourth is lying, the fifth is drinking, and the sixth is

Wearing incense, the Seven Precepts sit and lie down on a high and wide bed, and the Eight Precepts eat out of season."

"Think about it, which one of your clan can abide by?"

"No matter what clan it is, it can't be your clan!"

The great sage of the She tribe frowned. He couldn't find the right words to say back and forth for a while, so he could only say bitterly: "We'll see what happens in half a day!"

The Great Sage Peacock said quickly: "Do you dare to take a gamble?"

"Your clan has a close relationship with the three city lords of the Qilin Region. I think you can get a first-class soup from the Qilin Region. How about betting a hundred catties on it?"

The great sage of the She tribe was stunned: Do you want that thing?

The Great Sage Peacock was also nervous. Her bet actually hid a trap. After all, what she had guided her to do was that the Great Sage bet that the monster clan in the next chapter would be the She Clan, and she was just betting that it was not.

It's self-evident which one has the greater chance.

The soup is a first-class product. I heard it has miraculous effects on beauty and beauty. Unfortunately, the rebellious black chicken brother is now in charge of the Qilin Domain Auction House. The Peacock Clan cannot buy it at all and can only buy it from others at a high price.

If I can win hundreds of kilograms this time, I will have made a great achievement.

Is it just that the other party will fall for it?

"How about I take out ten epiphyllum flowers as a bet?"

You Epiphyllum, a specialty of the Colorful Immortal Realm, is nothing in itself, but it can condense the Ultra-Epiphyllum Dew. Taking the Ultra-Epiphytum Dew can increase the absorption efficiency of the prehistoric energy when you break through to the Great Sage. It is indeed a treasure.

If the Peacock Monkey had not felt that his chances of winning were high enough, he would never have taken it out.

The Great Sage of the Yi tribe was also looking at the Great Sage Peacock at this time, thinking that the cost would not be high even if he lost anyway, so he shook his head: "Sixteen flowers!"

“I won’t bet if I lose one!”

When the Great Sage Peacock saw that the Great Sage Yehe had been fooled, he quickly said: "Okay, sixteen flowers, sixteen flowers! But it takes one hundred and fifty kilograms to make one product of soup!"

"make a deal!"

"make a deal!"

The two great saints exchanged a bloodline agreement in an instant, with a smile of success on their faces at the same time!

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To be continued...