The little white pig and the little centipede with the dragon head were waiting at the gate of the courtyard as if waiting for fate to be judged. Feeling the oncoming space-time spiritual energy fluctuations, the little white pig and the dragon-headed centipede closed their eyes. They knew that any resistance in the face of absolute spiritual pressure would be in vain.
As the familiar fluctuations of time and space spiritual power flashed past them, the hearts of the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede beat violently, and then a sense of rebirth after the disaster hit them. Yes, the familiar fluctuations of time and space spiritual energy passed by the two of them without any intention of stopping, as if they were directly ignoring them. In the past, in the Demon Realm, not to mention being ignored, even being despised, the little white pig and the dragon-headed centipede had to take action to regain their face. But at this moment, facing the familiar fluctuations of time and space spiritual power, the little white pig and the dragon-headed centipede prayed to the Buddha and ancestors, hoping that they would be ignored.
Opening their eyes, the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede looked at each other. Seeing the flash of joy in each other's eyes, the two demon monks nodded to each other, and then took a deep breath.
When the little white pig and the little dragon-headed centipede turned around to check the situation behind them, the waves of time and space spiritual power that passed them separated and returned.
"This..." Seeing the familiar fluctuations of time and space spiritual energy coming towards him again, Little White Pig cursed crazily in his heart.
He was ignored again and passed by again. Just as the little white pig kept blinking in confusion, a familiar figure floated past the little white pig.
"Brother Chulong, was it...?"
"That's right, it's Yuan Honglie. The old King of Hell took it away. It seems that the Old King of Hell is still worried about the old monkey."
"So, the old King of Hell is very confident about us? The old King of Hell really has a keen eye for recognizing heroes!" Seeing Yuan Honglie's dead pig-like figure disappear completely, Little White Pig sighed with high spirits.
"Hero? Asshole! How shameless! If I hadn't begged grandpa for mercy, you two would have been pinched to death by grandpa!" Hearing the familiar sarcasm coming from behind, the little white pig turned his head with a flattering look, " As expected, as Xiaobai expected, our lord must be a person who values love and justice. At this moment, Xiaobai's admiration for our lord is like the waves of the Milky Way, stretching endlessly..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Here we go again!" A Lang shook his right hand with a look of disgust, then moved to the side of the faucet and the little centipede, "Faucet, don't you thank me? What I just said was the truth. .”
"Hey~ Childish! A boss actually takes the initiative to ask for credit from his subordinates! There is no pattern at all..." The dragon-headed centipede frowned, responded to A Lang, then twisted its body and crawled towards the wooden house courtyard.
"Ouch? What kind of attitude is this?!" Seeing that the dragon-headed centipede not only ignored him, but also made sarcastic remarks, Alang frowned in great depression.
"Awesome! Your Majesty is really awesome! Yun Danfeng Qing has gained the surrender of a stubborn donkey!" With a bang, the little white pig stretched out its two pig feet and struck them together as if applauding.
"Oh? Are you sure? The faucet really surrendered? Didn't you say that it will surrender to me when my cultivation level reaches its original cultivation level?" Alang scratched his head and looked at the little white pig with some doubts.
"Lord, sometimes soft surrender is more powerful than hard surrender!"
"Soft surrender? What the hell? Never heard of it!"
"Sigh... My lord, I won't say anymore. We will know when you get older. But my lord, please rest assured. No matter how old your lord is, your lord will always be your lord. No matter what the circumstances, Xiaobai will always be your lord." Lord, please mount your horse and look at me!"
"I have to say, you are really good at flattering..." A Lang saw a hint of cunning in the little white pig's eyes, and then gave the little white pig a slap on the head, and without waiting for the little white pig to complain, he moved towards the dragon-headed centipede.
Walking to the courtyard dam, Alang looked left and right, as if he was looking for something.
"My lord, what are you looking for?" the little white pig asked quickly when he saw Alang searching for him.
"Where's the six-eared monkey? Why hasn't it come back?"
"Oh, you mean Brother Liu Er? It said it was waiting for you in the redwood forest and asked us to come back first. It also said that it is more familiar with the Nether Forest than the two of us. If there is danger, it has more ways to deal with it. I have to say Brother Liu Er really values love and justice. As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, and if you stay with the Lord for a long time, any creature will become someone who values love and justice!" The little white pig responded with another burst of praise, and the dragon-headed little centipede heard it. The little white pig couldn't help but roll his eyes in response.
"Stop being so unkind, hurry up and follow me to find it. If it encounters a half-dead old monkey..." Before Alang could finish his words, a shocking sound came, and then the entire earth It started shaking violently, "It's broken! How could there be an earthquake in the Netherworld Forest?"
"It's not an earthquake, my lord, look at that sky! The barrier wall seems to have been broken..." The dragon-headed centipede raised its entire insect body and stretched out two pairs of insect legs to point to the bloody sky in the distance.
