It was Goku who had rushed back from the northern basin of the city of West Brahman.

said that as soon as Wukong landed, he found that there was something faintly wrong with Sha Langlan and the others, and even the atmosphere in the area of the mass grave seemed to be different from before he left.

Just thinking about whether he had been away for too long, these guys waited a little impatient to show a listless appearance, and suddenly felt a little weak in their hearts, but in an instant, they remembered the explosive news they brought back this time, and the guilt flew completely out of the clouds.

However, in the face of Wukong, who had just returned, the reaction of Jin Chanzi and the others was a little disappointing.

After overwork, he felt that his body was hollowed out of the sand, and when he saw that the monkey was safe and sound, he sat down on the ground again to recuperate.

The golden cicada put all his thoughts on the small fragment of the soul killing banner in the palm of the spell casting seal.

Only Zhu Ganglie showed a smile to Wukong with strong spirits, and greeted: "Wukong, why have you been there for so long, did you encounter something." ”

But he said that Wukong was waiting for such a sentence with the news that his stomach was full of pressure, and when Zhu Ganglie asked him, he immediately laughed and said: "You don't know the pig's head, this time Uncle Sun, I have gained a lot......"

Speaking of this, it came to an abrupt end, obviously wanting to arouse the appetite of Jin Chanzi and others, but unfortunately there was no scene of excitement in his imagination at all.

Wukong saw the posture of the three of them, and finally couldn't help frowning and said: "What's wrong with you guys, how can you guys look like you haven't eaten enough, if you keep being like this, then I won't say anything about the news that my grandson has inquired about......"

After this threatening sentence was uttered.

The golden cicada was still embroidering where the Buddha light was sprinkled towards his palm, Sha Langlan's eyes brightened a little, and he adjusted his lazy and paralyzed posture, although he still didn't stand up, but he finally leaned over to face Wukong.

Only Zhu Ganglie rose up in response, satisfying Wukong's minimum vanity.

He explained with a wry smile: "Wukong, not long after you left, something happened on the mass grave here, and everyone consumed a lot of energy for this, and the matter was just closed a moment ago, so this will seem a little difficult." ”

Wukong suddenly said: "No wonder my old grandson looks at you one by one with a half-dead posture, pig head, are you honestly saying that you have encountered some tricky monsters after Uncle Sun left." "When I said this, my eyes couldn't help but glance at the golden cicada, with a posture of 'you can't even take care of a monster without Uncle Sun'.

Seeing this, Zhu Ganglie couldn't help but laugh and said: "It's not clear what happened here, Wukong, you should first talk about what you found over there, and find what you are looking for under the Immortal Dao Temple?"

Wukong slapped his chest and said proudly: "That's natural, don't you worry about my old grandson's pig's head?" I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, this time Uncle Sun, I not only found out what was buried under the Immortal Taoist Temple, but also found out a lot of details about the three national teachers of Tianzhu Kingdom. ”

As soon as Wukong said this, not only did Sha Langlan, who was sitting on the ground, straighten his waist a lot, but even the golden cicada who was using the Dharma to cast a seal on the side unconsciously slowed down the movements of his hands, obviously paying attention to what Wukong said in his mouth.

Wukong wanted this kind of reaction, and after seeing that the success had attracted the attention of several people, he talked about the harvest of his trip without hurrying.

When it comes to transforming into a pangolin, digging like an immortal Taoist temple, and encountering the formation obstruction underground.

Zhu Ganglie couldn't help but said abruptly: "Wukong, when you mean, when you sneaked into the underground of the Immortal Dao Temple, you encountered a formation block, and when you were on the ground, you couldn't detect the yin qi below the Immortal Dao Temple, right?"

Wukong scratched his head, "That's roughly it, think about it, those yin qi is locked in the ground by the strange formation, so it is almost impossible to feel it when it is on the ground, alas, don't interrupt me, listen to me first, when my old grandson got into the formation, he found the monster corpse that the king of Tianzhu said, guess what?"

When he said this, he immediately provoked Sha Ranlan and Zhu Ganglie to look at each other, but said that they didn't go with Wukong, how could they guess what happened to Wukong at that time.

However, if you don't answer, you are afraid of provoking Wukong's unhappiness and temper, so I had to patiently guess a few answers, and sure enough, they were all denied by Wukong one by one.

Seeing that Wukong was interested, and seemed to have a plan to let them continue to guess, Sha Langlan finally couldn't help but scold: "Dead monkey, what did you see, hurry up and say it quickly, it's not right, it's not right, it's not right, it's possible that the corpses of those monsters can still grow flowers and become the corpses of the human race." ”

Before the words fell, he saw the expression on Wukong's face change, and Sha Wildlan couldn't help but think in his heart that it was difficult to really let himself be right.

I saw Wukong nodding and praised: "Stinky Fish didn't expect this to be a guess for you, the corpse buried under the Immortal Taoist Temple is not the corpse of the demon race at all, it is just the corpse of some ordinary human race." ”

As soon as these words came out, not only Sha Langlan's surprise at guessing the answer, but even Jin Chanzi and Zhu Ganglie were shocked.

Even the Buddha light that was condensed in the right hand of the golden cicada suddenly dispersed, and he simply put the half-sealed fragment of the Soul Killing Banner into the magic treasure bag, stood up and said, "Dead monkey, what are you talking about, isn't it the corpse of a monster buried under the Immortal Dao Temple?"

Wukong looked at him and didn't pay attention to Jin Chanzi's stubble at all, obviously taking revenge on the other party for ignoring him just now.

Zhu Ganglie couldn't cry or laugh when he saw this, and asked: "Wukong, you should talk about it, what the hell is going on, is there no corpse of a monster under the immortal Taoist temple?"

Seeing Zhu Ganglie asking, Wukong continued to talk about how he turned around under the Immortal Taoist Temple, and then how he found the corpses that should have been monster corpses, and the results were all human races.

After Zhu Ganglie heard this, he said in disbelief: "Wukong, are you sure that you can see clearly, there is really no corpse of a demon clan?"

When Wukong heard Zhu Ganglie's words, he was immediately unhappy and said: "Pig, what do you mean by this, are there still few monsters that have died under my old grandson over the years?" Uncle Sun, my eyes are not long to panting, how can I not even distinguish between the corpse of the demon race and the corpse of the human race, if you can't believe Uncle Sun, this matter will not bother me in the future." ”

Zhu Ganglie didn't expect that one sentence would annoy Wukong, so he finally coaxed Wukong after talking for a while.

However, if what Wukong is saying now is true, then a new question arises, all the corpses of the human race are buried under the immortal Taoist temple, so where did the corpses of the monsters that attacked the West Brahmin go, or is it really the monsters that the three national teachers killed in the West Brahmin City that day?

Not only did Zhu Ganglie not understand this question, but the other three people present also frowned and couldn't figure out the key to it, it was obviously impossible for the monster's corpse to automatically become a human corpse after being buried in the ground for a period of time, and it was the men and horses sent by the king of Tianzhu Kingdom who transported the corpses to the north basin of the city, and there was no need for these centaurs to secretly hide the corpses of the demon clan.

In this way, it seems that there is only one possibility left, that is, the corpses of some human races were pulled from the West Brahmon City to the north basin of the city, but whether the corpses of the monsters were dropped, or did it mean that there were no so-called monster corpses from beginning to end, and the three new national teachers of the Tianzhu Kingdom were not monsters at all in the West Brahmin City, just ordinary mortals?

When several people were in deep thought, Wukong remembered some key information again, and said immediately: "By the way, Pig Head, I found that most of the human corpses buried under the Immortal Taoist Temple are monks, and the evil qi on these corpses is very strong, not like the corpse qi produced after death, but as if it has been invaded by some yin and evil thing. ”

Zhu Ganglie muttered: "Wukong, you said that most of those corpses are monks, but it corresponds to what the king of Tianzhu said, most of the monsters killed by the three national teachers are pretending to be monks lurking in the West Brahmin City, but since these monks are still in the form of monks after death, then it is obviously not the monsters pretending, but the real monks......"

Sha Yanlan frowned and said, "If it is a real monk, how can it be mistaken for a monster by the people, and even slaughter the people in the West Brahmin City?"

Wukong scratched his head, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Eh, do you think these people will be controlled by anyone, I remember Pig Head, aren't you able to use spells to drive the Yin soldiers." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhu Ganglie didn't do anything, but he woke up the golden cicada all of a sudden.

I saw that the golden cicada waved his hand and took out the fragment of the Soul Killing Banner that had just been half sealed, and came directly to Wukong, handed the fragment of the Soul Killing Banner that was mostly wrapped in golden light to Wukong, and shouted: "Dead monkey, you can feel the breath on it." ”

The corners of Wukong's mouth twitched, and he said in astonishment: "Dead bald donkey, what kind of nerves do you suddenly have, and what the hell is the thing you are holding in your hand......"

Jin Cicada didn't answer Wukong's question, but just put the fragment of the Soul Killing Banner in his hand in front of Wukong again, but said that the fragment of the Soul Killing Banner in that corner was sealed by Jin Cicada with Buddha light, and the awe-inspiring evil aura on it had been subdued a lot, but when it was closer, it was still possible to feel the sinister breath inside, plus Wukong's spiritual sense was notoriously sensitive.

The fragment of the Soul Killing Banner was just placed in front of him, and the sporadic evil that revealed it already made his face full of disgust, but then the disgust turned into doubt......