Reborn Westward Journey: Daily Increases

The Chijiri Horse Monkey also pondered when he heard the words, and then said: "At first glance, the realm of the two sides seems to be similar, but in fact, in terms of realm alone, the Ashura family is going to crush me Huaguo Mountain, but my subordinates are still I think we Huaguoshan will win."

Ancestor Ming He also laughed lightly when he heard the words, and said, "Does this old monkey seem very confident?"

Hearing this, Akashiri Horse Monkey said with great confidence: "I believe them."

At this time, Sun Wukong laughed again and said, "It's not interesting to just look at it, why don't we play something?"

With that said, his eyes turned to the ancestor Ming He.

The latter also glanced at him and said with a smile, "What do you want to bet on, Your Majesty?"

"Last time, you exchanged Yuantu and Abi swords with me. To be honest, I always felt unbearable in my heart. These two swords are the companions of your ancestor. What is it that I hold in my hands? It's better that my bet this time is these two swords."

Ming He's eyes lit up when he heard the words. To be honest, he used Yuantu Abi for Sun Wukong's human face tree last time, and he still felt extremely distressed to this day.

It wasn't that the value of the two was not the same, but that Yuantu and Abi were his only treasures for killing. Without these two swords, his combat power would be greatly damaged.

If it can be won back today, it is indeed a good thing.

only……

"Although the bet is very tempting, it's just the king, I really don't have anything good, and it's worthy to bet with these two swords." Ming He said helplessly.

As soon as he was born in that sea of ​​blood, and then was targeted by the saint, he didn't dare to come out at all, let alone get some magical artifact.

Sun Wukong chuckled and said, "Hey, what is the old ancestor talking about, you have something on your body that can bet with these two swords."

Ming He was stunned, and then laughed helplessly again.

"Okay, I'll take my twelve-grade karma fiery red lotus as my note!"

This [-]th grade karma red lotus is also one of the treasures of the ancestors of Ming He. One thing is in the hands of the sage, and the other is in the hands of the former demon ancestor.

Therefore, the value of these twelve-grade fiery red lotus is not inferior to that of Yuantu Abi.

The Chijiri Horse Monkey was also gearing up at this time, and he also gambled with the Gibbon Monkey, but the two of them didn't gamble on any treasures against the sky, and it was just a dozen jars of monkey wine.

Just as they were talking, Shiva was already walking towards Yuan Hong on the field.

The latter knew the other party's intention, so he took a step silently.

"Yuan Hong, the director of Huaguo Mountain, didn't ask for advice!"

Shiva giggled and said, "The Four Demon Kings under the Sect of Styx, Shiva!"

The voices of the two fell, and while they were breathing, they suddenly bumped into each other.

Yuan Hong was a well-known general before he ascended to the sky. Like Sun Wukong, he had practiced the eight or nine mysterious arts, and his changes were impermanent.

A single gas fire stick can make Yang Jian frown.

So, this Shiva probably didn't pick the right opponent.

The bodies of the two suddenly staggered, and then collided in the air.

Within the entire enchantment, the sand and stones took off instantly.

Eyesight can't enter it after all, because of the relationship between the enchantment, the consciousness can't easily penetrate.

After that, Sun Wukong's eyes turned golden, and he could see two of them colliding constantly.

A smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Old Ancestor Ming He was a little anxious and had some expectations at this time. After all, he made a bet. If Shiva can win, he will have a chance to get back his Yuantu Abi. If Shiva loses, he will really have nothing. .

After a long time, the dust mist slowly dissipated.

People only saw Shiva standing on the field, but there was no figure of Yuan Hong.

"Win?" Old Ancestor Ming He said to himself.

Sun Wukong looked there confidently, and then saw Shiva's mouth spit out a large mouthful of dirty blood.

They saw a huge figure standing up slowly on the ground.

Yuan Hong took the statue of his spirit monkey, stood up and said, "I accept it."

Chapter [-] Hongmen Banquet

Ancestor Ming He hurriedly squeezed his heart, but when Sun Wukong spoke to him, he had to squeeze out a small face.

"I lost," he said in despair.

However, Sun Wukong approached and said, "Forget it, that rank [-] karma fiery red lotus is your last treasure, so I don't want much, I only need rank [-] for rank [-], how about that?"

Ancestor Ming He raised his head and wanted to cry without tears, but he nodded, pretending to be happy and saying, "Your Majesty, considerate..."

The remaining three devil kings fought against the six-eared macaque, the bull devil, and the Jiao devil.

Except for the game between Zizai Tianboxun and the six-eared macaque, the other two games were relatively calm.

Unexpectedly, the four demon kings under Styx's ancestors all lost.

After the fight, a few people came back and returned to their lives. The four demon kings walked in front of Ming He and sneered: "This Huaguo Mountain is really outstanding, and we are not their opponents. Hey, ancestor, why is your face so bad?"

Zizai Tianboxun saw Ming He's gloomy face when he was talking, and thought it was because they were unhappy when they lost.

But this fight is at most a friendly match, and everyone is not serious, why does the ancestor have a calm face?