The Good Fortune Dragon Girl quickly dodged away and said, "Let's talk about business."

"Business?"

Tang Monk looked at Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong told him everything in detail.

"The Oolong True Monarch in this mountain was originally a Hui'an practitioner beside Guanyin Bodhisattva. He came to the lower world to perform calamity, but due to being contaminated with demonic nature, his character changed."

"Fortunately, there was a kind and wealthy dragon girl on the side to guide me, and it didn't lead to a big mistake. It's just that I have been doing evil in the mountains for a long time, and I am contaminated with demonic nature. I want to eat Tang Monk's flesh!"

Faced with Sun Wukong's joking gaze, Tang Seng calmed down and said, "It turns out that Hui'an Walker fell into the devil's path. May I ask Dragon Girl, how can we cooperate?"

The Good Fortune Dragon Girl paused and said: "Everything is as usual. Sun Dasheng surrendered. I hope that after the victory, he will be spared a small life. I will use the Buddha's teachings to save him. If he doesn't obey, I will have to send him to Nanhai to let the master save him."

He got it."

Hearing this, Tang Seng could only nod in approval.

Saying this, Zhu Bajie in the distance shouted, "Elder brother, the situation is bad, the monster is coming!"

Sun Wukong immediately stood up and looked from a distance. Sure enough, there were demonic clouds forming in the distance, with a ferocious aura. When he turned around, he saw that the good and wealthy dragon girl had already tied herself up and was leaning against a big tree nearby.

"this!"

Tang Monk looked puzzled.

Sun Wukong said: "Junior Brother Sha, take the master and leave first. I will go meet the monster."

Sha Monk nodded heavily and said: "Senior Brother, be careful!"

After saying that, he lifted up his arms and saluted, helped Tang Monk onto the horse, and led the white horse away.

Sun Wukong nodded to the Good Fortune Dragon Girl and flew out with a loud shout.

"Hey! Where can a demon be so arrogant?"

In an instant, Zhu Bajie flew out upside down, Sun Wukong swung his stick forward, Zhu Bajie fell to his knees, and Sun Wukong rushed into the group of monsters and fought for a while.

The heavy stick weighs ten thousand kilograms and turns into mud when rubbed. It opens and closes with great force and strength. Sun Dasheng has great martial arts.

The Supreme Lord Wulong saw his eyes burning in front of the formation and shouted: "What a great trick, give me a stick!"

Although the sticks and irons are different, the soldiers are different from each other. One is Taiyi Sanxianhu Great Sage, and the other is Zhengyuanlong, a disciple of Guanyin. The iron rod is made of thousands of hammers, and the six-ding-liu-jia movement is used to transport the gods; the wish-fulfilling stick is Tianhe

Ding, Zhenhai Shenzhen has great magical power.

When two real rivals meet, their exchanges are endless. One's formation is full of ferocity, and the rope around his waist is as fast as the wind; that one's spear and stick are not loose, and they block the left and right. How can they be compatible? The other's formation has a flag.

Shining, the camel tripod is in winter in this formation. Strange fog and sorrowful clouds fill the underworld, and the evil energy of wolf smoke shoots into the heavenly palace.

It is admirable that the Monkey King is really capable, he made a comeback and escaped with his life.

The two fought for more than sixty rounds, with Sun Wukong laughing loudly, but Wulong Zhenjun was soft-handed and weak-footed.

"My son, how dare you stop a robbery with your ruthless tactics?"

Wulong Zhenjun said angrily: "Don't fart, you are the one who stole my sister first!"

"Oh?" Sun Wukong said with a smile: "Isn't it because you had evil intentions towards my master first?"

Wulong Zhenjun said angrily: "Stop talking nonsense, damn monkey, let my sister go quickly, otherwise, I will make you look good!"

"My son, your sister is right behind me. If you want her, you have to get through me!"

Sun Wukong said proudly.

"That's right, let's go through my senior brother first!"

Only then did Zhu Bajie come back from the grass and shouted loudly.

Zhenjun Wulong's eyes turned cold and he shouted: "Seeking death!"

In an instant, True Lord Wulong opened his mouth and spat out a pure orb.

The Monkey King looked familiar, so he immediately turned around to avoid it. The Zhu Bajie thought he was an ordinary dragon and hit him on the head!

"Plop!" A sound!

After falling from a high altitude, Sun Wukong quickly caught Bajie with his quick eyes and hands, but Bajie was hit in the face and his eyes were crooked, causing him to faint.

"What a magic weapon!"

Sun Wukong even yelled. He finally recalled this thing. It was the orb in the hand of the dragon girl holding the bead. As for the effect of this orb, it is really unknown. At present, it is only for external use, which is enough to drink a pot.

Already.

Sun Wukong wanted to take the good-fortune dragon girl back to ask for details, but the Bajie in his hand made him groan in pain, so he could only sigh and take Bajie away to the distance.

"This idiot is really dead!"

Sun Wukong complained, and Wulong Zhenjun did not pursue her. Instead, he went into the forest to retrieve the wealthy dragon girl, and then ordered a search of the mountain.

Wulong Ridge is 800 miles long from east to west. Sun Wukong and the others can easily survive, but Tang Monk cannot.

"Go back to the mountain!"

True Lord Wulong gave an order, and the Good Fortune Dragon Girl next to him let out another sigh.

Inside Wulong Cave.

Wulong Zhenjun sat in the middle of the battle this time, locked the Good Fortune Dragon Girl in the inner room, and then began to write a letter to convince people that Sun Wukong was very capable, and if he relied solely on this orb, he might not be able to defeat him.

The letter is attached with magic power, and in an instant, it reaches heaven and hell.

The seriously injured Demon Lord glanced briefly and then decisively did not respond. Compared with Mu Zha's true spirit, other true spirits were more important.

In the same way, as Zhenjun Wulong wrote this letter, very few people responded, and in the end only a few dragon demons came to help.

"Greetings to my eldest brother, my younger brother Heishui Jiao is here to help!"

This black water dragon is completely black and similar to the True Monarch Oolong. Standing next to each other, they thought they were brothers.

He has a ferocious face, is dressed in black scales, and wields a broadsword in his hand.

Wulong Zhenjun looked friendly and said with a smile: "Okay, brother, come here, I will feel much more at ease for you!"

Next, someone shouted: "True Lord is on top. My younger brother is Chi Yunqiu, a relic of the Dragon Clan in the South China Sea. I'm here to help True Lord."

"Oh? The survivors of the South China Sea Dragon Clan?"

Wulong Zhenjun looked at it carefully, and saw that the demon's face was red and yellow, as expected, and it looked like a red cloud.

The scales on his body are not ordinary, and there are faint waves rolling in the spear in his hand.

"Yes, I came here specifically to find a way out!"

Chi Yunqiu said with a hint of arrogance.

True Lord Wulong nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Okay, you are so heroic!"

After praising him, he looked at the last person.

This monster has two horns, a smile on his face, and is dressed like a scholar. He has a delicate appearance, but he has a strong evil spirit and does not look like a good person.

"Who is this brother?"

The demon cupped his hand and said with a smile: "Beizhou Poison Dragon, big brother, just call me Liuyun."

"What a Liuyun, extraordinary handsome, rare in the world!"

Most of these three people had previous contact with Zhenjun Oolong or heard about the gathering at Shantou, so they could barely be used.
Chapter completed!