"Ah……"

The Holy Demon Emperor only felt endless despair, and he could see that Sun Wukong and the others had no intention of letting go of the evil tribe outside the territory.

"We have been wandering for a long time, will we be buried here after all?" Shengtian Demon Emperor thought to himself, and what greeted him was the killing attacks of Xiao Yan, Lin Dong, and Sun Wukong.

In this battle, all the high-level officials of the evil clan outside the territory were wiped out. As for the remnants of the evil clan's territory, they could slowly deal with them. However, the evil god, Sun Wukong, a creature who knew the fate of the world, was deprived of even the chance to appear.

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In the Three Realms, Sun Wukong stayed to dominate the world for many years. Finally, after solving the problem of the evil god, he was able to return to the Three Realms.

"Fangcun Mountain still makes people feel at ease." Sun Wukong walked on the mountain road and returned to his private school after a while.

At this time, there were some new disciples in the private school. From a familiar junior disciple, he also knew the identities of those creatures. There were four junior disciples among them, which made him very concerned.

"They are the teacher's new disciples. They were named San Zang, Wu Neng, Wu Jing, and Wu Tian by the teacher respectively." Sun Wukong looked a little strange as he listened to his junior brother's introduction.

"The scripture-seeking team was just gathered together?"

Sun Wukong thought to himself, and then walked towards San Zang and others.

"Eh...are you Sun Wukong?" A bald little novice monk pointed at Sun Wukong and said. He was the reincarnation of Tang Sanzang in this life, but before it was time to learn the scriptures, he was abducted up the mountain by Jiang Xuan.

Moreover, Jiang Xuan was led astray by various conspiracy theories.

"Are you...Junior Brother San Zan?" Sun Wukong wanted to laugh. San Zan looked only ten years old, chubby, with greasy corners of his mouth, and he was holding a chicken drumstick in his hand.

"Jie, Jie, Jie, our team for obtaining scriptures has finally been gathered together. Next, it is time to start the imperial hegemony!" San Zan said with a wild smile, completely becoming a villain, with at least ten elders of the Soul Palace in one meal.

"Imperial picture...hegemony?" Sun Wukong was confused. What on earth had this person experienced? Shouldn't Tang Sanzang be gentle and elegant, with no power to restrain a chicken?
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