Journey to the West: The Golden Crow Sage

Chapter 219
Mo Chen and Peng Demon King parted ways after seeing Sun Houzi. Although Wufang Jiedi knew that they were two big monsters, he didn't dare to stop them, and could only watch them leave bitterly.

As for the land god who was blown away by the Peng Demon King at will, he doesn't know which continent he went to. With his magic power just now, it may take him a few days to come back.

Before leaving, the Peng Demon King warned again: "Mo Chen, you have also seen the end of that monkey, so you must not develop arrogance."

Demon King Peng also had good intentions, for fear that his favored junior would offend someone he couldn't afford, and die halfway.

What Mo Chen can say, he can only nod his head and say yes, he is a person of later generations, so he naturally knows how deep the water is in the world of Journey to the West. Fortuitous encounter, calling brothers and sisters with a group of big monsters who have practiced for countless thousands of years, is already floating, so the warning of Peng Demon King is not unreasonable.

The two parted, and Mo Chen headed towards the Tongtian River in Hezhou, Xiniu, with a cloud on his head. Thinking about what happened this time, he knew that Wang Lingguan was the ancestor of Huashan, but he never expected that the Jade Emperor would If he would try to stop him, he would lose face to the Lord of the Three Realms, so he had to be careful in the future.

There is also the long-eared Dingguang Buddha. When he came to this world, all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas are not good. They just met this scum, and it can be regarded as a cause and effect, but don’t worry too much. The Buddha does not dare to come out and walk around often, so there is no need to pay too much attention.

He had to avenge his karma, but now he felt that he could break through to the late stage of the Golden Immortal at any time. Even the Bajiu Xuan Gong could reach the eighth rank, and the physical body of the eighth rank was really worth it. With the power of self-protection, Da Luo Jinxian can only injure the physical body with all his strength, but it is only an injure. It is foolish to want to kill Mo Chen.

"what?"

Just when Mo Chen went home on the cloud, a familiar aura suddenly floated down below. Is it a certain little demon?
When this aura appeared, Mo Chen had a faint throbbing, as if it was implicated in something, but this aura was fleeting, and the owner who Mo Chen wanted to lock this aura could not be found.

"Interesting, interesting, a little monster at the Sanxian level actually makes me feel familiar?" Mo Chen stopped in the air, looking at the direction of the breath, with a playful look on his face. Monsters are all big demons and old demons, they are immortal gods, they are also figures like heavenly generals, Buddhist Buddhas and so on.

Mo Chen's cloud speed is so fast, as long as he wants to use the golden light vertical technique, he can do it for tens of thousands of miles in an instant. Even if he didn't push it with all his strength, he had already flown three times from the moment he felt the breath to the moment he stopped. Thousands of miles away.

This world of gods and demons is not like the later generations. After that period, they are not allowed to become spirits. If there are any omens here, what is involved?

"I want to see which little monster it is!"

With a thought, Mo Chen immediately turned the head of the cloud and flew towards the place where he felt the little demon's breath just now.

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"Wang Laosan, tell me, did you steal my goose last night?"

"Whoever ate your goose just wronged me. Seven or eight people came to me this morning. They lost their cattle or sheep. Even if I want to eat it, can I finish it?"

One of the two people talking was a burly middle-aged farmer, and the other was a ruffian-like rogue. The farmer lost his goose and suspected that the rogue had stolen it, so he came to the door.

"Seven or eight people lost even the cow?" The middle-aged farmer looked disbelieving. How could an animal as big as a cow be carefully guarded, so how could it be stolen casually?
"I'll lie to you?" The rogue who was called Wang Laosan had a look of resentment on his face. He had provoked someone. Although he usually did some petty theft, he really didn't do anything last night!There is more than one person wronging him for no reason, even a scoundrel can't stand it.

"If you don't believe me, come here, ask shopkeeper Zhang, I've been drinking tea here all morning." The place where the two were talking was a tea stall, and the poppi directly pulled the stall owner over to testify for him.

The shopkeeper of this tea stall is an old man in his 60s. When he saw Wang Laosan looking for him, he dropped his work and said with a smile: "I said Gu Da, Wang Laosan was right. There were seven or eight people this morning. I have come to look for him, there are people from the east and west of the town, even if he is stealing, how can he steal so many houses in one night, and they are so far away, I think it must not be him."

The shopkeeper, who runs a tea stall here all the year round, is considered a decent person. The farmer named Gu Da believed it as soon as he heard it, shook his head, and murmured: "That's strange, it's not him or someone else." Wang Laosan apologized and walked outside.

That young man was cursing, as if cursing what happened this morning and the thief who stole something and planted it on him, and sat down on the tea stand again.

Mo Chen watched this scene at the tea stand, a playful look flashed in his eyes, stealing some chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep, even the little demon he felt would not do it, after all, it is at the level of Sanxian The monsters in the world can also occupy a small hill and become the little demon king. Does it need such a low status?

Moreover, this small town is very weird. It looks ordinary on the surface, but in his eyes, there is a sinister air everywhere. It is the breath from the ghosts of the underworld. He let go of his spiritual sense and felt it. In the small town, there are more than a dozen ghost messengers wandering around.

It's broad daylight, and if you know what kind of war disasters happen on weekdays, only a few dozen ghost officers on one side of the battlefield can finish off the ghosts. In this small town, one ghost officer is more than enough to take charge.

Thinking of this, he put down a few copper coins, walked out of the tea stand, and found a remote place. With a stroke of magic power, he caught a ghost wandering on the street.

Is it a ghost? He is an extremely powerful character in supernatural novels. In Journey to the West, he belongs to shrimp soldiers and crab generals. Facing Mo Chen, the golden fairy, he has no power to resist, but just looks terrified. With Mo Chen.

Mo Chen looked at the ghost messenger who was wearing black armor, a pointed hat, and a hook hanging around his waist. He stretched out his hand to help him, and a slap covered the surrounding area tightly. He said, "Tell me, there are so many of you. What are you doing in this town?"

As the saying goes, ghosts, ghosts, and ghosts are all clever people. When they saw that the person in front of them was a person with great supernatural powers, they knelt down on the ground and said respectfully: "If you go back to the fairy, we have obeyed your orders." , look for a monster here."

kindness?
Mo Chen frowned, when did this ghost messenger start looking for demons, isn't that the job of the heavenly court?

"Whose orders, who are you looking for?" Mo Chen asked again.

"Back to the Immortal, the little one will give you a turn..."

Seeing that the ghost hadn't finished speaking, his whole body was shaken suddenly, and it suddenly turned into a puff of black energy, dissipating between the sky and the earth.

This is forbidden?

Mo Chen saw the ghosts scattered in front of his eyes, and was startled, what secret errands did he have to put a restraint on the ghosts to prevent them from speaking out?
Interesting and interesting, I have to see what the hell is going on!

Mo Chen had long forgotten the matter of going home to retreat, and saw that he pinched the formula in his hand and recited the formula to summon the gods. As his mana circulated, a golden light appeared in front of him, and the golden light The figure in the picture is a Japanese wandering god, one of the top ten handsome men in the underworld!

(End of this chapter)