Some people have become immortals for tens of thousands of years and have never seen a single innate spiritual treasure.

He asked for twenty-eight pieces as soon as he opened his mouth?

It's simply a daydream.

"Is there anything else?"

Jiao Mujiao expressed his words.

He can't do this anymore.

"No, there are only two choices. You can choose not to do it, but the consequence of not doing it is that the yellow robe monster will die! At the same time, someone will also have to be buried with you! This will give you the Jade Emperor face, otherwise you will all die!"

Tang Monk threatened.

"Yes, yes, we'll do it."

Jiao Mujiao took the initiative to say, if you don’t do this, the twenty-eight constellations will be inconsistent.

The Jade Emperor will definitely blame him, and no one will please him at that time.

"That's right. Go quickly, you don't have much time!"

Tang Seng smiled and said.

They were speechless. Although they were unwilling, they had to do what he wanted.

The very lively place just now suddenly became deserted.

"Hundred flowers are ashamed!"

Tang Monk suddenly shouted.

He collected the ancient Buddhist teachings.

Baihua heard this and ran out of it.

"Holy monk, I'm here!"

"Let's go, I will send you back!"

"Ah! Really?"

"Mencius will not lie!"

After that, he hugged Baihua's shy waist and flew towards Baoxiang Country.
Chapter completed!