"Meet the Demon Conqueror!"

"I've seen Zhenjun!"

Sun Wukong Zhu Bajie walked in the front, took Agarwood and others all the way up to the main hall and came to Ming Xiaoyang.

After 800 years, goodbye to this white-clothed and silver-haired former No. 3 person in the heavenly realm, to this day, it also makes the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother, and even the Buddha and Daozu jealous of the Demon Suppressing True Monarch, Sun Wukong does not dare to be presumptuous, and call him politely.

Zhu Bajie and others also gave gifts one after another.

"Pauline lantern?" Agarwood originally wanted to salute, but unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a lantern beside this demon subduing true monarch, and shouted in a lost voice.

"Pauline lantern?"

Lilac, Ao Chun, and Zhu Bajie woke up one after another, followed the eyes of Agarwood, and saw the lotus lamp placed on Ming Xiaoyang's side at a glance.

"That's right, it's the Lotus Lantern." Ming Xiaoyang took the Baolian lantern in his hand and played with it casually, "This is originally the property of the true monarch, and the true monarch is just to retrieve the treasures stored next to your mother and son!" ”

"What?" Agarwood glared angrily, hearing that the disappearance of the Baolian lantern was really related to the other party, and almost exploded. "This is the magic weapon that Nuwa Niangniang passed on to my mother, when did it become yours?"

"How?" Ming Xiaoyang smiled casually, "If you don't believe it, you can give it a try!" ”

Syllable!

After speaking, Ming Xiaoyang threw the Baolian lamp to the agarwood without hesitation, and the artifact of the Three Realms, in his eyes, did not seem to have much weight compared to an ordinary oil lamp.

Agarwood grabbed the Baolian lamp and looked at the treasure in his hand sluggishly, very suspicious of the authenticity of the things in his hand.

This, how is this possible?

He just gave me back the Lotus Lamp?

His mind turned, reciting what Ming Xiaoyang had just said, and Agarwood was unwilling to chant the spell, urging the power of the Baolian lamp.

Airplanes!

The dazzling luster glowed, illuminating everything, and under the faint mana of agarwood, the Baolian lamp moved.

With a twist of thought, the glowing light hit Ming Xiaoyang, trying to teach this villain who stole the Baolian lantern a lesson.

Boom!

Ming Xiaoyang sat there casually, motionless, ignoring the actions of the agarwood.

When the divine light of the Baolian lamp approached, all the divine light converged at a faster speed than the coming momentum, and the agarwood itself was devoured.

Agarwood held the Baolian lantern's arm in severe pain, the magic lamp took off, extinguished the luster, and spontaneously returned to Ming Xiaoyang's side.

"Ahh Holding her aching arm, Agarwood shouted.

"Agarwood!"

"Agarwood!"

Seeing this, Ao Chun and Lilac hurriedly came to his side and held him up.

"Hey, you're too heavy, aren't you?" Zhu Bajie said dissatisfied.

Ming Xiaoyang said with an innocent face: "Heavy shot? Ben Zhenjun didn't make a move, he was just eaten by the Baolian lantern. ”

"What are you kidding?" Zhu Bajie still shouted unwillingly.

"Idiot, don't talk nonsense." Sun Wukong grabbed Zhu Bajie's big ears and reprimanded, "My old grandson can see it clearly, agarwood is eaten by his own mana." ”

has a pair of fiery eyes, Sun Wukong can see at a glance that the power of the Baolian lamp is against Ming Xiaoyang, just like a courtier encountering a monarch and is willing to surrender.

Agarwood barely urged, and ended up in such a fate!

"My mother's Lotus Lamp." With the current mana of agarwood, it can't move much power of the Baolian lamp, and the backlash is not heavy.

After such a while, he almost recovered, and when he heard Sun Wukong say this, he could only stare at the Baolian lantern beside Ming Xiaoyang with regret.

"Say it." Ming Xiaoyang took the Baolian lantern in his hand and unveiled the episode just now, "What's the matter with coming to Ben Zhenjun?" ”

"No, just to argue about the ownership of the Baolian lantern, then you can get out of here now!"

"Zhenjun, I can't hide it." Sun Wukong said with a hippie smile, "My old grandson has sent you an apprentice this time." ”

"Send an apprentice?" Ming Xiaoyang pretended to be surprised, "Sun Monkey, when did you become so much of a thing!" ”

"It's a pity that Ben Zhenjun is not interested in accepting apprentices!"

Ming Xiaoyang put down the Baolian lantern, grabbed it, and a delicate wine jug appeared in his hand, and poured himself a drink, "I don't know how chic my life is now, drunk and lying on the knees of beautiful people, watching the Three Realms." ”

"Why should you be idle and find yourself an apprentice to find trouble!"

"Zhenjun, you don't know anything!" Zhu Bajie smiled all over his face and persuaded, "Erlang God pressed his sister Third Holy Mother under Huashan, and even chased and killed his nephew, just to keep the position of the God of Justice." ”

"It's just that the six relatives don't recognize it, as the former judicial god of the Heavenly Court, I think the old pig can't stand it."

"This kid is filial piety, and he wants to learn to save his mother, and I hope you can accept an apprentice to fulfill his filial piety."

Speaking of which, Zhu Bajie secretly glanced at the agarwood.

"Meet the master." Agarwood is so clever that he will immediately kneel down and worship his master.

I didn't know that as soon as my knees were bent, I couldn't kneel anymore.

Ming Xiaoyang looked at the agarwood casually, and he spontaneously stood up straight, his body trembling.

"You're a filial pie." Ming Xiaoyang said calmly, "It's just that Ben Zhenjun is not interested in accepting apprentices. ”

"Besides," a self-deprecating smile appeared on the corner of Ming Xiaoyang's mouth, "When Ben Zhenjun was a judicial god, why wasn't he scolded all day long!" ”

"As a person who has been a judicial god for a thousand years, Ben Zhenjun can only say that the meaning of the existence of this seat is to let the person who sits in this seat be constantly scolded. Yang Jian is now even disposing of his sister and nephew, which can only prove that he has succeeded! ”

After speaking, he simply closed his eyes and looked pleased, as if he was extremely satisfied with what Yang Jian had done.

"You!" The impatient Ding Xiang was in a hurry, and he almost scolded him, but fortunately he was gagged by Ao Chun next to him.

Agarwood stared at the former judicial god of the Heavenly Court with a piercing gaze, and said in a deep voice, "True Monarch, I want to ask you a few questions. ”

"Ask!" Ming Xiaoyang said lightly.

"Demon Slaying True Monarch, do you have parents?" Agarwood asked word by word.

Ming Xiaoyang heard this, he was very interested, opened his eyes, and already knew what Agarwood wanted to say next, so he had the heart to give it a try, "Of course there is, Ben Zhenjun is a mixed blood of the three races of people, gods and demons, and there are not a few people who know it." ”

"Then dare to ask Zhenjun, you have cultivated for so many years and cultivated to an immortal body, where are your parents now?"

"I don't know how many years I've been dead." Ming Xiaoyang secretly calculated it and gave a not very certain number.

In this life, his life experience was fabricated out of thin air, and the ghost only knew who the names of the parents arranged for him by Heaven were.

"In this way, Zhenjun, you have also lived in the world, so how do you feel when you see other people's families reunited?"

Ming Xiaoyang said indifferently: "Their family reunion, what does it matter to me." ”

"How do you feel when you see this family being torn apart by unreasonable rules?" Agarwood asked her last question about family affection.