Ten years later, when major events are discussed, will it be to decide the position of the Seven Great Sages?

There are still more than 100 years before Sun Wukong's debut, which is obviously impossible.

However, Meng Huan didn't ask, even if he did, what could a messenger know.

The little demon left after a while, without stopping, and it is estimated that he will go to other places to deliver the letter.

Yunu opened the banana leaf, on which was written demon text, the demon intent was very strong, it is estimated that the Bull Demon King wrote it in Taoism, even people who don't know the demon text can know that the meaning is probably to invite the Demon King of Skull Mountain to the meeting.

"What do you think?" asked Yunu.

Meng Huan thought for a while and said: "It's okay to go and see, but you can't be attached to him, most of the time you won't end well if you want to gather luck, you and I can also recruit demons and gather immortals and set up a force." ”

He didn't want the White Bone Spirit and Sun Wukong to know each other in advance, and then he would talk about the tribulation of the three dozen White Bone Spirits, and this merit would be in vain.

When Yu Nu heard this, he became interested, thinking that Meng Huan was really going to set up a force, and he had some expectations.

"But it's not appropriate to gather now, do you know the coming catastrophe?" Meng Huan used all his strength to reverse the Yin and Yang Divine Powers, covering up the Heavenly Opportunity of the Cave Mansion here.

"The Great Tribulation?" Yu Nu also felt Meng Huan's supernatural powers and knew that this matter was not small.

"Yes, this catastrophe is the spread of Buddhism to the east, and at the same time clean up the power of Xiniu Hezhou, Buddhism wants to reshuffle Xiniu Hezhou, and the Bull Demon King will probably not end well. Meng Huan concluded.

It is better to follow the Bull Demon King, it is better to follow the three demons of Lion Camel Ridge, and they have a proper backstage.

Yu Nu's eyelids jumped, cleaning up the demons in Xiniu Hezhou, isn't she also among them?

"You don't have to worry, I'll make my own arrangements then, and we will be able to make a merit at that time. ”

As for how to get it, Meng Huan didn't dare to assert it, you must know that the merits of Journey to the West have almost been divided by major forces, and the only way to get mixed up is to be killed by Sun Wukong.

"Okay, I'll listen to you!"

Meng Huan breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Yunu would insist on his opinion, and then Meng Huan would have to take special measures.

"By the way, you are so good in Xiniu Hezhou, have you ever heard that where is suitable for cultivating the Fire Divine Power?"

There are still ten years left for the Bull Demon King to make trouble, Meng Huan plans to see if he can get the inheritance of Qingping Sword, and then he will be regarded as a person in the background.

"I've only recently recovered my memory and sanity, how can I know?"

Meng Huan sighed, cultivating the true fire, you still have to rely on yourself to find a place.

"I'll pass on your magical powers, you cultivate first, and after ten years, we'll go to Cuiyun Mountain to meet the Bull Demon King for a while. ”

Meng Huan pointed at the center of Yunu's eyebrows, perhaps because her corpse demon body absorbed a drop of Meng Huan's blood, and she didn't resist at all.

He passed on the supernatural power to the jade slave in the moment the flower bloomed, with this supernatural power, the strength of the jade slave can be improved faster, as for what magic is not passed on lightly, is he still afraid that someone will practice this type of supernatural power faster than him?

The jade slave was carefully comprehending the supernatural powers, Meng Huan did not disturb her, took out the treasure compass, and tried to see if he could find a place rich in flames.

Mana entered the treasure compass, and I really found a few red dots.

"I didn't expect this compass to be spiritual. ”

Meng Huan put away the compass and flew towards the nearest place.

The nearest one was also far away, Meng Huan flew to the west, and after half an hour, Meng Huan arrived at the place indicated by the compass.

There was a mountain there, and it was evening, but the breath of the sun was still strong.

The mist on the mountain is mixed with the breath of the sun, which is extremely strange, like a hot spring.

Meng Huan went up the mountain and was about to find the source of this yang energy, but he heard a woman's laughter.

"Wouldn't there be a fairy soaking in the hot springs here?" Meng Huan couldn't help but think so, because there was not the slightest demonic aura to be seen here, it was not a demon, it was a fairy, and the mortal human race woman couldn't stand this supreme yang qi.

Meng Huan thought about it again and again, but still didn't go up, just waited at the bottom of the mountain, it was not that he was a gentleman, but that he was afraid of the background behind these female cultivators, his strength was still low at this time, and any immortal could beat him.

Listening to the woman's laughter, Meng Huan couldn't help but think, this can't be the Dirty Spring in the Journey to the West, right?

The dirt spring is the three-legged golden crow on the sun, when the ten days are in the sky, it is shot down by the descendants of nine, and falls on the ground, forming a nine-mouth spring pool, the true fire breath of the sun melts into the spring water, which is extremely beneficial to the cultivation of fire and magic powers.

"Isn't the female voice on it a spider spirit?" Meng Huan couldn't help but think.

In the Journey to the West, there is a catastrophe that Tang Sanzang is in the silk cave, and Zhu Bajie peeks at the spider spirit taking a bath. But even so, Meng Huan still didn't go up at this time, it was a spider spirit, and there was also a backstage, as long as the monsters that didn't die in the Journey to the West Tribulation, they all had an extremely powerful backstage.

It was an hour before the laughter left the mist and rushed to another place.

Meng Huan relieved his mind at this time, hid his breath, and quietly rushed to the spring pool on the top of the mountain.

He didn't alarm the spider spirit, and stood by the pool, observing the water.

The pool was about a mile in circumference, and the water was clear, but bottomless, and the bottom was fiery red, as if there was a flame burning underneath. As soon as the nuns left, the spring water seemed to gush with the essence of the sun, and the spring water seemed to boil, and the endless essence of the sun was brought out by the water vapor, and then condensed into water and fell.

"Sure enough, it's the Dirt Spring!"

The nine springs of the sun are Xiangleng Spring, Banshan Spring, Hot Spring, Donghe Spring, Manshan Spring, Xiao'an Spring, Guangfen Spring, Tangquan Spring, and Dirty Spring. The approximate location should be the Dirt Spring.

Meng Huan took a few drops of falling water, carefully comprehended it, and found that this condensed water droplet actually had a very abundant sun essence, if it weren't for the thought that this was someone else's bath water, Meng Huan would have wanted to swallow and refine.

Meng Huan hesitated for a moment, then jumped into the pool and tried to refine some Sun True Fire.

The spring water is boiling, Meng Huan actually feels hot, and the temperature of the spring water here definitely exceeds the boiling point of the water, which cannot be explained by common sense.

Meng Huan ran the Nanming Separation Fire cultivation method, and a steady stream of sun essence turned into his body, although the sun true fire was powerful, but there was not much contained in the spring water, and these sun essences were instantly absorbed by Meng Huan's Nanming Separation from the Fire.

This feeling was very comfortable, and the water was boiling more and more, but Meng Huan liked this feeling, the true fire of the sun was nurturing creation, and it was improving his demon body.

I don't know how long it took, although Meng Huan Nanming was a little better off the fire, it was not obvious.

"Not enough, the sun here is not enough. ”

Lacking that unique law, it can't be compared to the flame of the Holy Mother of Fire Spirit.

At this time, Meng Huan suddenly heard someone coming.

"Who!" a female voice came, right on the shore.

Oh no, careless!

Meng Huan was obsessed with cultivation and forgot about time and was discovered by others.

It's like a woman who suddenly finds that her bath is occupied by a man, and the consequences are unimaginable.