Journey to the West: After the Great Sage listened to the advice, the three realms were all confused

Zhulong stared at him for a long time, then sighed.

It seems there are no other candidates now.

Just when Ao Lie was feeling anxious, he finally heard Zhulong's voice.

"Ao Lie, is this how you spend your days lazily?"

The voice was full of disgust, causing Ao Lie to frown in dissatisfaction.

"No, who are you? I'm the Third Prince of the West Sea. How can you discipline me? Even if you're strong, so what? My father is a Daluo Jinxian. Can you afford to offend him?"

Having said that, he was no longer afraid of the Zhulong in front of him. He raised his dragon head high, his eyes full of pride.

Zhulong's face turned dark and he slapped Ao Lie on the head.

"Asshole, do you know who I am? Even your father wouldn't dare to speak to me like that."

Then, he released a little bit of his aura, and a huge red dragon a hundred feet in size appeared faintly.

Ao Lie was not convinced after being slapped and wanted to say some harsh words.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, he was pressed to the ground by Zhulong's breath.

His eyes widened when he saw the looming figure of the dragon.

This...is this the ancestor of his dragon clan?

Zhulong's breath disappeared in a flash, and he stared at Ao Lie on the ground with an unhappy expression.

Ao Lie was startled and immediately turned into a human form, kneeling on the ground respectfully.

"To join the ancestor, Ao Lie is blind and doesn't recognize Mount Tai. Oh, no, it's blind and doesn't recognize the ancestor. Please forgive me!"

"Hmph, get up."

Zhulong didn't come here to blame Ao Lie, he had something important to tell him.

Ao Lie stood up hurriedly, then rubbed his hands and put on a flattering smile on his face.

"Um... that old ancestor, are you here to rescue Lie'er?"

There was a "pop" sound.

He was slapped on the head by Zhulong.

This made him feel a little aggrieved. Could it be that he was wrong?

Zhulong took a deep breath, raised his hand and pointed, and taught Ao Lie a set of supreme skills practiced by the dragon clan, the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon.

After Ao Lie finished digesting it, he waved his hand, and a treasure box and a white porcelain bottle appeared in the air.

Ao Lie's eyes widened, his face full of excitement, and his body trembled slightly.

He stuttered a little, "Ancestor, this, this is for me?"

It turned out that the ancestor had come all the way here to teach him a martial art, which was the supreme martial art of the dragon clan, the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon. After the nine transformations, one could become a Chaos Taixu Dragon.

However, at present, no dragon has been able to cultivate to that level.

He looked at Zhulong with his eyes shining. He knew that his talent was outstanding and would not be buried.

This is coming.

Zhulong took a deep breath and looked at the idiot Ao Lie in front of him.

I doubt whether the other party can complete his task.

He nodded, "This ancestor has an important task for you to do. If you succeed, the position of the Dragon Clan's leader will belong to you in the future!"

When Ao Lie heard this, his eyes brightened even more. Is there such a good thing?

As expected, he is a genius among geniuses, even the ancestor is so optimistic about him.

After the excitement subsided, he suppressed his joy and bowed, "Grandmaster, please give me your orders. Ao Lie will definitely complete it even if it means climbing mountains of swords and crossing seas of fire."

"Okay, this treasure chest contains the cultivation resources I prepared for you. They are enough for you to cultivate to the level of Daluo Jinxian. As for the rest, you must keep this treasure bottle."

"From now on, on your journey to the West, every time you pass a calamity, collect your luck into it. When you reach the Holy Mountain, I will come to pick you up."

Ao Lie was originally quite happy, but when he heard that he was asked to go on a journey to the West, he became a little unhappy.

He is about to become a powerful man, so why does he still need to go on the journey to the West?

But seeing Zhulong's expression that could not be refused, he dared not say a word.

Zhulong saw his reluctance and softened his tone.

"Lie'er, you must cultivate to the Daluo realm before starting your journey to the West. Remember not to be lazy.

Furthermore, you must keep a low profile and not let anyone notice your cultivation. Gathering luck is crucial to our dragon clan. Whether we can return to our former glory depends on you."

When Ao Lie heard how important he was to the dragon clan, he immediately felt a sense of pride.

He nodded heavily, "Grandfather, Lie'er understands and will definitely not let you down!"

Zhulong nodded in satisfaction, "Okay, you are now a Golden Immortal. The Journey to the West will not start for a while, so you must hurry up and practice. This is a treasure that can conceal your aura. Keep it well."

As he spoke, he waved his hand and took out a magic weapon that looked like a jade pendant.

Ao Lie nodded heavily, and he suddenly felt that the burden on him was very heavy.

He put the treasure chest in front of him into the space, and then branded the treasure bottle and jade pendant with his soul. The treasure bottle and jade pendant turned into a ray of light and entered his body.

Zhulong's figure gradually disappeared, as if he had never been there.

Ao Lie clenched his fists. He wanted to practice hard and become a hero who saved the dragon clan.

The next moment, he waved his hand and took out the treasure for practicing the Nine Transformations of the Ancestral Dragon from the treasure chest.

A drop of Ancestral Dragon's blood, combined with several innate spiritual herbs, was suspended in the air.

He took a deep breath, opened his mouth and sucked the essence, blood and spiritual herbs into his body and began to refine them.

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At the same time, Sun Wukong and the barefoot immortal also arrived at the Dongsheng Continent.

The two stood on the clouds and headed eastward.

Looking at several countries below mobilizing their troops, Sun Wukong frowned slightly.

It is understandable that one or two countries have conflicts and disputes.

But if several countries are preparing to take action, that would be a bit abnormal.

And the purpose of his coming here is to find the witch.

However, the world of Journey to the West is so vast that it is like looking for a needle in a haystack for him to find a few evil women.

Their breath was well hidden.

He could only guess the other party's location based on the intentions of the witches.

There is something unusual right now.

Sun Wukong glanced at the Barefoot Immortal and said, "Let's go down and take a look."

When they appeared again, they had already arrived outside a city.

Sun Wukong's appearance did not change, he still looked like a young man, but he had a folding fan in his hand, and all his magical powers were contained in it.

The barefoot immortal is dressed as an old man and looks like Sun Wukong's butler.

"Dai County?"

Sun Wukong raised his eyebrows slightly. This was the fiefdom of Emperor Wen of Han, Liu Heng, and was a county town in Shanxi in later generations.

The barefoot immortal stroked his beard and spoke with a smile.

"Great Sage, how about we go in and take a look?"

Sun Wukong waved his folding fan and said, "Okay, but in the human world, you can just call me Young Master."

"Okay, Great Sage, oh, no, Master."

The barefoot immortal smiled and nodded.

Sun Wukong smiled and walked towards Dai County.

I didn't expect that during my mission, I could come to the human world and experience the feeling of a rich young man.

When the two men arrived at the city wall, a soldier blocked their way.

There was a faint spiritual energy emanating from the soldier's body. When Sun Wukong took a look, he found that he was actually a Qigong cultivator.

It is indeed different from what happened in history.

The spiritual energy of the human world here has not been cut off, and every soldier guarding the city is a cultivator who has entered the stage of Qi training.

The soldier stopped the two men and asked, "Show me your ID, please."

Seeing that Sun Wukong and the Barefoot Immortal didn't immediately produce their IDs, the soldier said, "You can enter the city even without IDs. One Spirit Stone per person."