After entering the cave, two bobcat spirits hurriedly put down the bed board, and sat on the ground with their belly one by one, no longer willing to move.

Xuankong knew that he had arrived at the place.

He yawned up to the sky, looked half asleep and half awake, and shook his body and made a series of "crackling" sounds of firecrackers. A pure breath swept around with Xuankong's body as the center.

Two bobcat spirits who were sitting next to the bed board were the first to be beaten to the ground and rolled to the edge of the cave.

Before they could cry, they looked up and saw Xuankong's little face stretching in front of them. Xuankong pretended to be angry and said, "Who gave you two monsters the courage to tease me Xuankong?" He stretched out his hand and lifted the tails of the two lynx cats.

The lynx's tail was lifted in Xuankong's hand, and he hung his body upside down and could only keep begging for mercy.

Xuankong ignored them, but fell over and looked up at the top of the cave. He immediately saw a huge monster with long and black body sitting on a sandalwood chair above the cave, looking at him.

Xuan Kong was startled by his ghost appearance, shrank back, and roared angrily: "What monster!"

There was a general who became a tiger on both sides, holding a big axe in his hands, staring at Xuan Kong with his eyes and shouting: "This is my king, Laoshan Mountain Mandrill King! What are you?"

It is said that the "leopard roar" in Buddhism is powerful. Xuankong only discovered that the tiger's roar is quite strong today. He was dizzy when the tiger spirit roared, and he loosened his hand and threw the two bobcat spirits on the ground. The two bobcat spirits hurriedly held their tails and ran to the corner to hide and not mention them.

However, before Xuan Kong's mind could react, a fire thunder slashed the tiger spirit's head in his hand.

This is the instinct developed by the body in the previous life. I know that as long as I am beaten, I will fight back as soon as possible. The tiger spirit didn't know how powerful Xuankong was. I just sneered and stepped axe with both hands to my chest.

There was only a loud "crackling" sound, and the tiger spirit and his big axe were struck by a fire thunder in Xuankong.

Xuankong reacted at this time, shook his head and woke up his consciousness. He looked at the tiger spirit flying backwards and angry: "You little cat, dare you mess with your grandfather?" He just used the mysterious skill to teach this tiger spirit a lesson.

The tiger spirit was chopped out by Xuankong for more than one meter. Just as he was about to stand up, he suddenly felt his hands burned. When he looked again, it turned out that the giant axe used to block Xuankong's fire thunder had become hot, and a burst of blue smoke rose in his hand.

The hand hurt and could no longer hold it, so he threw the giant axe to the ground. The tiger spirit looked at Xuan Kong with fear and another thunderbolt hit him.

The big-grown ghost stood up, reached out and shot out a mist to block the tiger spirit. Xuankong's thunder flew into the mist and could no longer sense it. His eyes flashed and he turned around and looked at the king of Mount Mandrill.

The king of the mandrill was about to speak, and opened his mouth as big as a basin, with sparse teeth as thin as three inches long. When his tongue moved, his throat sounded, and the raucous sound made a vibrating sound that shocked the surrounding caves and rock walls: "Young Master, stop first, I have something to say."

"So amazing!" Xuan Kong's eyes flashed, and he opened his eyes. He saw that King Mandrill had about a thousand years of skill. He didn't dare to be arrogant anymore, but he refused to relax his hands. He still pinched the thunder technique and looked up and down at King Mandrill, "You monster, also have a thousand years of cultivation. Why don't you go to the outside world to call the king's ancestor but come to my Laoshan?"

This time was no longer the time of ancient times. At that time, there were some strife in the world, and they were all powerful ancient gods who were born before the chaos was opened, and they were enlightened during the Emperor's reign, and practiced Taoism for a long time.

It is not the time when the Monkey King Journey to the West, the Demon Saint and the Demon King are walking all over the ground.

Like Princess Yunluo before, he cultivated the corpse pill, and zombies who have been practicing Taoism for almost five hundred years can dominate one side; if King Shanwang is like the king, an alien species becomes a spirit and has a thousand years of cultivation, it is rare in the human world.

Xuankong didn't know the reason, but he knew that there are indeed few big monsters in the human world now.

The king of Mount Mandrill shook his giant claws and asked the tiger spirit and the lynx spirit to retreat to the back of the cave. When he was the only one in the cave and Xuankong, he bowed his head in an incongruous manner and said, "Young Master knows that I am the mountain guardian of Baiyun Temple in the capital. After receiving the order of the Chongyang Patriarch, I came to Laoshan."

"Zhongyang Patriarch, are you talking about Wang Chongyang Patriarch of the Northern School?" Xuankong felt familiar. In fact, who would have loved reading martial arts novels in his previous life would be unfamiliar with this name?

Although this world has not developed according to the history of the previous life, many of the great gods that should appear have appeared. As long as they are gods and demons who can be named in their previous life, they have left their own traces in this world.

The king of Shanwang nodded and said, "It is the ancestor of the Northern School!"

Xuankong frowned. It didn't take long for them to build the Laoshan Sect, and it had nothing to do with the southern and northern Sects. But what did Wang Chongyang suddenly send the mountain guard to Laoshan? Knowing that Xuankong was suspicious, the King of Mountain Mandrill reminded: "I received the order of the contemporary master of Baiyun Temple, and came to protect the commander of the Jinyiwei, Lord Nie."

"Nie Xiaoqian's father?" Xuan Kong still doesn't know the name of the hunter surnamed Nie, but when he mentioned him, Xuan Kong understood a little.

As a senior official in the capital at that time, it was not surprising that the hunter surnamed Nie and the owner of Baiyun Temple had some friendship. But I don’t know why the owner sent such a thousand-year-old monster to protect him. King Mandrill looked at Xuan Kong’s face carefully and said something amazing:

"My conscientious master suspects that Master Cihang Pudu, the national teacher of the Song Dynasty, is not a human being, nor a Buddhist disciple!"

Xuan Kongxin said, "Of course I know that Cihang Pudu is not a human, I also know that he is a thousand-year-old centipede and almost transformed into a dragon." But he didn't say anything, and just shirked: "What is Cihang Pudu is not a human?"

The king of Mount Mandrill bent, mysteriously approached Xuankong, and whispered: "The master of the temple suspects that he is a monster!" Although he deliberately lowered his voice, it actually sounded no different from Xuankong, and they were all deafening.

The King of Mandrill stared at Xuankong tightly. His attitude would determine how he should treat him next. Xuankong was about to speak, but the King of Mandrill waved his hand and covered the cave in the mountains with fog, saying, "Young Master, even though he said bluntly, this place has been closed by me with magic, and there is no other six ears except you and me!"
Chapter completed!