Xie Yun shook his head and sighed, these demon clans are really beasts, for a bite of beef, they actually arranged the Bull Demon King clearly, and they are also the patriarch of the Bull Clan!

"At the moment of the war, how can there be infighting, we are not the rabble of the Heavenly Court, we are all serious. ”

Xiong Da then removed the Ox Ear Sharp Knife from the Bull Demon King's neck, and he picked up Qi Qi with one hand and returned to the small world of Xuling.

When Sun Wukong heard the rabble, he seemed to be stimulated by some kind of stimulus, and he looked around and was a little stunned.

Hey, back then, the Heavenly Court army kept calling me the monkey monkey grandson of Huaguo Mountain a rabble, but I didn't expect that now you have also become a rabble.

Hey, why does it feel weird?

"Master, you see that we have all the forces of the Wu Clan, the Demon Clan, the Niu Clan, the Shuangjialing, the Huaguo Mountain and other forces, we seem to be more in line with the definition of a rabble!" After Sun Wukong finished speaking, he felt dozens of killing intent firmly lock him.

"Monkey, something is wrong with you!" Donghuang Taiyi seemed to smile.

Emperor Jun hid a knife in his words and asked, "Great Sage, when did you tell this emperor that my demon clan became a rabble?"

Di Jiang picked up Sun Wukong and said with a smile: "This is my brother-in-law's second apprentice, young man, you are not small!"

"Big brother, don't play him badly, I still want to practice with this rising star. Zhu Rong moved his muscles.

After so many years of not making a move, I can't imagine that my Wu clan has been reduced to a rabble.

Bang Bang Bang Bang ......

Kung Fu for a while.

More than a dozen sub-saints and dozens of quasi-saints gave Sun Wukong a war letter.

What is a rabble, young monkey, you explain to us an explanation?

Sun Wukong was completely stupid, he didn't dare to resist, he could only be like a doll with no feelings, being shaken around by Dijiang to show the public.

Damn, none of these big guys seem to be able to mess with them!

Xie Yun ignored Sun Wukong's eyes for help, he felt that it was time for the second apprentice who was going to be a top disciple in the future to accept the violent beating of society.

This flood is not the flood when you made trouble in the Heavenly Palace, you should know that you should be cautious when you speak, and young people should not be too arrogant.

"Immortal Emperor, that I just ......" The cold sweat on the Bull Demon King's head has not disappeared.

He leaned over and wanted to apologize for his brainless words.

Xie Yun patted him on the shoulder and said with relief: "It's okay, if there is another time, remember to go to the tiger demon to get a peach, and prepare to change a body." ”

"You should know everything about this process, so I won't teach you. ”

What?

What does it mean?

The Bull Demon King shuddered and assured loudly: "Immortal Emperor, don't worry, I will definitely not have a next time!"

Looking at the sky, it will definitely be cold next time.

The feeling of watching yourself being cooked is so torturous.

Especially the devil cook of Xiongda, he will not only gelding you, but also explain in detail the characteristics of all parts of your body.

For example, the chest is not big, the buttocks are not cocked, and the health of the kidneys.

The shame of being stripped naked, you believe that no one can withstand the second time, even if you are a tough guy.

"Everyone, Heavenly Court should not fight, let's go eat charcoal grilled Qiqi!" Xie Yun suggested.

Everyone agreed, and many of them rushed to Meng Liangshan to help just for a meal.

Food is combat power!

The small world of the soul once again ushered in a group of beasts, different from the beasts of the heavenly court, this time the beasts mainly have the following characteristics.

There are many people, the cultivation is high, and the skin is thick.

The Liuhe Monument, which has always been known for its shamelessness, is about to be shut up by them for nothing.

You people don't even know where I came from, so why are you looking for me to rub the inscription with pen, ink, paper, and ink Chinese stone?

The one engraved on my body is a sermon, transmitted from the Dao domain, Hongjun can't even understand it, do you know a ball?

"Although we can't understand it, it is also a very long-term thing to extend a copy for collection. The Eastern Emperor Taiyi said with a heartfelt voice.

The big forces must have the background of the big forces, and they must organize some things that others can't understand.

Besides, what if you can understand those things?

"Paid service, rubbing, need to provide a skeleton of Da Luo Jinxian!" Liuhe Monument opened a bid code.

All ethnic groups readily agreed, after all, in these years, the bones of Da Luo Jin Immortal are really not a rare thing.

The Wu clan has expanded, the demon clan has expanded, the double fork ridge has expanded, the Niu clan has expanded, and then there is no more.

Liuhe Monument was covered in ink, and watched them rub each other in the clan stupidly.

Lawless, it was actually prostituted on my Liuhe tablet in vain, when will the contract spirit of all the ethnic groups in the flood and wilderness be truly cultivated, and the anger is shaking and cold!

Ma Dan, I already knew that I would have signed a contract with them.

When everyone was busy, a melodious and loud meal came.

There was another burst of chickens and dogs, and in the blink of an eye, all the people ran away.

Only ink, waste paper and the Liuhe Monument that had lost its spirit were left at the scene.

When I first rubbed it, I called it a small stele, and now that the rubbing is finished, I left them here?

These carbon-based creatures are indeed ungrateful, and they are not at all as pure as our silicon-based creatures.

Xiong Da pried open a roasting kiln more than 20 meters long, and a white smoke mixed with the smell of barbecue meat and the fragrance of fruit wood rose into the air, forming a mushroom cloud in the small world of Xuling.

Qiqi's whole body is golden and buttery, the meat on the outside is brown and crispy, and the meat on the inside is soft and tender, which tastes mellow and delicious, and has a unique flavor.

Donghuang Taiyi held the ribs in his hand, took a bite and sighed: "Brother Qi, we will remember you!"

"You can go on the road with peace of mind, we will definitely use the transcendence technique to overtake you!"

"You...... Damn, why are you staring at me?"

He was startled by Qiqi's head, and he didn't know what was going on with Xiong Da, so he actually put his head next to the baking kiln, with bad intentions!

Hey?

Why is Qiqi's head black?

Come to think of it, this kid was poisoned by himself, it's really pitiful.

", this meat is poisonous, Qi Qi was poisoned by himself!"

Everyone was shocked, and the meat in their mouths squirted out on the spot.

Why did the black bear spirit murder us?

As a sub-saint, this poisonous poor qi has not carried it for three seconds, how strong are we compared to it?

The top big joke of the Three Realms of the Flood Wilderness, a group of sub-saints and quasi-saints died of food poisoning, is this the rhythm of laughing for 10,000 years after death?

"What are you talking about?" Xiong Da took the Xuantie kitchen knife and said angrily: "How calm do you think the Taoist master is?"

"I'm proficient in cooking, can I not see that Qiqi's meat is poisonous?"

The venom in his mouth is a neurotoxin, which has lost its toxicity and become a high-quality protein after being roasted at high temperatures. ”

"Eat with confidence, that thing is a big supplement!"

Grass, sloppy, there is still such a saying in the kitchen?

Everyone affirmed Izuma's cooking skills, apologized, and continued to eat.

In the camp of Meng Liangshan, the commander of Long Wei was still anxiously waiting for the battle report.

The Anonymous Father and Son and the Demon Dao are very calm, but Qi Qi is an old slippery head, and he has always run fast when there is something, and unless there is a lure of heavy profits, he will fight for his life.

He should be able to control such a small scene of the battle between the two armies.

"Report, before the sudden death of the Poor Qiya Saint, the corpse has been picked up by the Eight Desolation Immortal Emperor!" a small soldier cried and walked into the tent quickly.