Journey to the West: Heavenly Creation

Chapter 249 The Mutation of Liupan Mountain

The Appraisal Conference will continue as usual.

But no one knew that an earth-shattering change had taken place in the internal space of Layman Jingxuan.

The disappearance of the virtual world is also ignorant to the outside world.

Or, without knowing it, countless worlds arise and die,
For the first time, Layman Jingxuan was in awe of the world.

The means of the sage are already astonishing, but the traction of the way of heaven is even more beyond imagination.

In the future game, I am afraid that every step will be more difficult.

He collected himself and confirmed with Niao Niao again,
"How long can the Bodhi Seed be swallowed?"

"Conservatively speaking, three days, three days is definitely no problem."

If you don't say that you have a big heart, such a big thing happened, and she herself died several times, but she regained her calm and self-confidence in a blink of an eye, and said swearingly,
"If I didn't have the ability to cover up the secrets, how could I have survived to this day? Laymen can rest assured, as long as they follow the plan and find the scapegoat in time!"

She discussed with Layman Jingxuan that she must find someone to take the blame for devouring Bodhi seeds.

And the best candidate is undoubtedly the Taoist Sanqing, or Nuwa Empress.

They are both at the level of saints, and it is reasonable for the wombs they planted to swallow the bodhi seeds.

"If only it were that easy!"

Layman Jingxuan grinned, revealing a bitter smile.

A game with a sage is not much different from a battle with the Dao of Heaven.

But things have come to this, he and Niaoyou have no choice.

Just what to do to ensure that the saints will attack themselves within three days?
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in the world.

On Liupan Mountain, there was a lot of voices.

On one side is the live broadcast of the Treasure Appreciation Conference in the Heaven Realm. The appearance of each magic weapon has aroused heated discussions, and the demonstrations by both Buddhists and Taoists have allowed the demon cultivators to see the true power of the magic weapon.

On the other side is the busy trading hall, with buyers coming in and out in an endless stream.

Every day, the trading volume of copying magic weapons has reached hundreds of pieces.

This is also the result of Lingzao Division's restrictions on transactions.

The benefits are also obvious.

More and more demon kings activated spirit stone cards, and as collateral, Sanzang's master and apprentice built spirit temples on many hills.

With the help of sacrifices from the Ling Temple, the Lingzaosi received a steady stream of underground spiritual power.

Just wait for the end of the Treasure Appraisal Conference and start a war in the demon world,
At that time, the group of demons should be executed, and those who should return to the heavens will return to the heavens.

This test for the team of learners will come to an end.

The next step is to be promoted to the emperor and break through Mount Sumeru.

So far so good.

Sanzang stood behind the counter, pulling the abacus, and completely took the role of the accountant, without any sense of disobedience.

Wukong is still working hard, leading the little monkey who has changed his hair to check the inventory.

At this time, there was a sudden commotion from outside.

Master Sanzang didn't pay attention to this at all.
At the Treasure Appreciation Conference, sometimes a spirit treasure appeared, and sometimes a sage appeared on the stage. The demon cultivators made a fuss, and they had long been accustomed to it.

Till they heard a shrill cry,

"Lingzaosi is bloodthirsty, and the people who learn the scriptures have evil intentions. This is a conspiracy. Don't be fooled."

WTF?

Sanzang put down the ledger in his hand, and lightly poked his forehead with the pen in his hand,

"Who is yelling? Is there no one in front to maintain order?"

"Master, don't worry, Tai Er is here... But why does this voice sound familiar?"

Wukong turned his head and listened for a while, but he didn't care at all, so he wanted to continue the work at hand.

It is not uncommon for those who came to make trouble, but without exception, they were suppressed by iron and blood methods.

If it wasn't for the familiar voice, he wouldn't even bother to care.

"Go and see!"

Sanzang shook his head, got up and walked out.

At this moment, I saw a figure rushing in like the wind.

"Master, there is a situation!"

The sentence "There is a situation" immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Except for the little demon, the servant sent by Princess Yumian, who pretended not to see or hear anything, and did things on his own,
Even Bajie and little white dragon Ao Lie also ran in from outside at the same time.

"It's the Taoist leader of No Return, who has returned with a group of people from the Paradise League."

"Who is the Master of No Return?"

Sanzang and Wukong were taken aback at the same time.

"It's the one who was bound to the spirit stone card and was killed when we bloodbathed Liupan Mountain back then, a lightning mink..."

Sanzang patted his forehead and finally remembered, "Isn't he already dead?"

"That's the problem. Now, he's back, and the group of goblins we killed that day are also back. It seems that he came prepared. That's why I hurriedly reported to Master."

The master and apprentice looked at each other, got up together and walked outside.

Just out of the trading hall, before entering the crowded crowd, I heard a distant voice shouting,
"The scripture learners and the spiritual masters are colluding together. They are in collusion. It is fake to sell spirit stone cards. It is true to plot the world's spiritual veins. It is true to sell magic weapons. It is true to provoke the world's goblins to fight. ..."

In the middle of speaking, he was interrupted by the goblins around,

"Damn! I'm not afraid to flash my tongue when I speak. I killed you with my own hands. You can still stand here and talk. I think you are the one with evil intentions and slanderous words!"

Among the demon cultivators, there are also fans of Layman Jingxuan.

The team of Buddhist scriptures has been operating for nearly two years, and has already subdued many devoted followers.

Immediately, a goblin stepped forward and accused the leader of Wuhui with righteous indignation.

"Of course, if the lord hadn't come and used all-powerful means to bring me back from the dead, this grievance would never have been cleared up."

Taoist Master Wuhui was talking, and turned his body sideways, letting out a middle-aged man in red robe standing behind him.

"The leader of the other shore alliance?"

Tai Er stared at this slightly fat middle-aged man in red robe who looked no different from an ordinary businessman, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes,
Although he knew that there was a leader of the Bian League, he had never met Sanzang and others.

The weirdest thing is that everyone ignored the existence of this person afterwards.

It seems that there is no such person in the world.

Now that he suddenly appeared, he realized that he had missed such important information.

"Unknowable!"

Sanzang whispered softly.

This happened not because I and others were too careless or careless, although this seemed to be the truth.

But ignorance is the real reason.

There are unknowable magic weapons, and there are also unknowable people.
In this column, all traces of their existence will be erased.

These show from the side that the origin of the leader of the other shore alliance is definitely not trivial.

"Those who were killed that day, apart from the Taoist leader Wuhui, there were also 230 three brothers. Although they died and came back to life, how should the Secretary of Lingzuo understand this kind of grievance?"

The leader of the other shore alliance has a pair of fish eyes, seems a little pale and lifeless, looking over lightly,
In the first time, Sanzang was locked,
"There is also Liupan Mountain, which was originally the territory of my Bian'an League. You have occupied the magpie's nest for so long, is it time to return it to the original owner?"

"hey-hey!"

The atmosphere at the scene was noisy and full of voices.

Many demon cultivators have different opinions, and they are all talking about it.

But Wukong sneered, drowning out all the voices on the scene, "What are you capable of, dare to talk nonsense, have not killed for more than a year, do you think your grandfather's iron rod is rusting?"

(End of this chapter)