Hong Huang: I'm An Iron-Eater, I Was Overheard By The Earth

Chapter 64 Mysterious Fatty (seeking collection, seeking recommendation ticket)

On a piece of auspicious cloud flying towards Kunlun, hearing the shout from the Heaven Court direction, and looking at the huge gold cloud of merit falling towards Beiming, Hou Yi’s face instantly became extremely ugly.

Demon text, demon master, such a great merit, this…

The monster race has become stronger again!

“Brother Billun, things are getting worse!” Hou Yi clenched his fists and said to Billow, who was sitting next to him on the cloud, gnawing on the bamboo in his mouth.

“No, things are getting more and more wonderful.” Rolling glanced at the golden cloud of merit, then moved his gaze to the gleaming Yaozu writing floating on the sky, and said casually.

“Brothers rolling, it’s not the time to be a joke. Kunpeng was originally the quasi-sage who killed the two corpses. Now he has gained immense merit, and his strength will definitely increase. Even if the third corpse is still unable to be removed, he will have far beyond the ordinary. The strength of the quasi-sage will definitely be the enemy of my Wu Clan in the future decisive battle!” Hou Yi said anxiously to Gungun.

After finishing speaking, his eyes rolled, something suddenly occurred to him, he grabbed the bear arm of Yin & Yang who was about to put Yin & Yang in his mouth, and said excitedly at it: “Brother Gungun, you are also good at psychic, again. Among the creatures belonging to my witch clan, the highest in the Cultivation Base, the primordial spirit is powerful, can you create words for our witch clan, just like Kunpeng?”

“Huh?” Hou Yi was about to ask why he prevented himself from eating bamboo. Suddenly, when he heard his question, the whole bear was dumbfounded.

I…created words for the witches?

No, how can you tell that I am a cultural bear? How can I make characters?

“Hou Yi Great Witch, don’t embarrass the bear.” Rolling back to his senses, pushed Hou Yi away and grabbed own palm, and said to him.

“Brother Gungun, can’t you really do it? If you can create words for my witch clan, then you are a wizard.” Hou Yi asked Gungun a little unwillingly.

Their witches do not have a soul, and even the ancestor witches have incomplete souls. It is difficult to create characters. Even before the Kunpeng incident, they did not even think about making characters.

“Wizard…” Hearing this name, rolling in his mind subconsciously appeared wearing a wizard hat, wearing a wizard robe, and holding a staff in his hand. Suddenly, his big fat face twitched violently. Next, he shook his head vigorously, continued to eat the bamboo, and replied: “I really can’t do it, besides the cultivation of the witches, without cultivation, the words are not very useful.”

“Have merit.” Hou Yi corrected.

“Being meritorious… well, that’s a reason, but…” After chewing a few mouthfuls of bamboo, he thought about it in his heart, and then said to Hou Yi: “This thing is not so easy to do. , You give me some time, let me think about it.”

“Okay, Brother Gungun, how long do you need? Is a thousand years enough?” Hou Yi smiled when he heard the words of Gungun, squatted down, put his arm on its bear’s back, and asked it.

“not enough.”

“Then how much time do you want?”

“About half a million years.”

Hou Yi: “…”

…

On the other side, Bu Zhoushan.

“Damn it!” Standing in front of the Pangu Hall, the 12th Ancestral Witch had an ugly face. The Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong opened his mouth and shouted loudly, venting his own anger.

The demon clan has already destroyed the Penglai Xian Ting, conquered the ancestors of the Ancestral Dragon and the Donghai Dragon clan, and then attacked Beiming, forcing Kunpeng to submit. Now, Kunpeng has created words for the demon clan, which has caused Heavenly Dao to give infinite merits. The witch clan, they didn’t get anything, this is really called witch… the heart is not at peace!

“Kunpeng, this spineless thing, the Yaozu treated him this way, he even created words for the Yaozu, did he forget that Taiyi burned the Parasol Tree? Heh, what a son of Yuanfeng, who has forgotten his ancestor! “Xuan Ming looked at Bei Ming’s direction, put his hands in his arms, and said coldly.

“Brother, we Witches should also have Witch scripts!” At this moment, Gonggong shouted to Dijiang.

“Yes, eldest brother, their demon clan can have demon texts, and our witch clan can naturally have witch texts that belong to us, and we must not let the demon clan go on so rampantly!” Ju Mang also said to Dijiang.

“Yeah.” Hearing the words of the two brothers, Di Jiang nodded, and then said to Zhu Jiuyin: “Look at where the wizard of our witch clan is now.”

“Yes.” Zhu Jiuyin replied, and then a red divine 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 blurred. He couldn’t see clearly about the wizard’s picture. Then, Zhu Jiuyin gritted his teeth, the law of time worked faster, and the powerful Magic power output crazy. Finally, A somewhat messy picture appeared on the river for a long time.

On the screen, a chubby figure with a drum hung in front of him, jumping around in front of a big cauldron, slapped the drumhead with his palm from time to time, this is…

“Om~” The long river closed, and the divine light in Zhu Jiuyin’s eyes dissipated.

“Huh!” Suddenly, Zhu Jiuyin exhaled heavily. Unexpectedly, it was so difficult to browse through the wizards, but he was really exhausted.

“How, do you see it?” Di Jiang asked Zhu Jiuyin, and the other Ancestral Witches also looked at him.

“I saw it.” Zhu Jiuyin replied, panting.

“Who is he, from which tribe?”

“do not know.”

“What?!” As soon as this word came out, all the ancestor witches present shouted in unison.

“Um, I couldn’t see his appearance clearly, but I saw his figure, it’s a fatty!” Zhu Jiuyin explained hurriedly.

“Fatty?” The ancestor witches looked at each other, and the witches cultivated their bodies, most of them were very burly, but fat… how can our witches have fatty?

“Brother Six, are you wrong?” Houtu asked Zhu Jiuyin.

“It can’t be wrong, that fat body is jumping around in front of a great cauldron. How could I get it wrong, it’s definitely fatty, and it’s not fat!” Zhu Jiuyin said without hesitation.

“But our Wu clan is not fat at all…”

“Wait!” Zhu Rong was about to say something. Suddenly, Houtu raised a hand, interrupted him, and confirmed Zhu Jiuyin: “Brother Six, you said that the wizard you saw was a big one. Fatty jumping around in front of the tripod?”

“good.”

“Any other characteristics?”

“Um… that Fatty is playing drums.”

“Drums?”

“Yes, there is a drum drum hanging in front of it, and it keeps patting there when it jumps around.”

After listening to these words, Houtu frowned, and a big fat face appeared in his mind, but…

“The last time Gungun used its cauldron to absorb resentment and demon souls in Xiaoyu Mountain, it didn’t use drums. It doesn’t seem to have any drum-like Magic Treasures. Could it be…no, maybe it does, but I don’t know. “Houtu thought in his heart.

Then, turning around, looking in the direction of Kunlun, he was silent for a while, and then said to the other ancestor witches: “Perhaps, I know who the wizard will be in the future.”

“Who is it?” Gonggong asked hurriedly.

Houtu turned his head and glanced at him, his lips lightly opened, and he replied, “Go away.”

“What, that Fatty?”

“Huh?” Suddenly, Dijiang and other ancestor witches all looked at Gonggong, and Gonggong was suddenly shocked.

Fatty? Very good, right!