Honghuang: I am an iron-eating beast, and I was overheard by Houtu

Chapter 64 The Mysterious Fat Man

On the auspicious cloud that was flying towards Kunlun, when he heard the shout from the direction of heaven, and then looked at the huge golden cloud of merit and virtue falling toward the north, Hou Yi's face instantly became extremely ugly.

Yaowen, Yaoshi, such a great golden cloud of merit, this...

The monsters are getting stronger again!
"Brother Gun Gun, things are getting worse!" Hou Yi clenched his fists and said to Gun Gun, who was sitting on the cloud beside him, chewing bamboo in his mouth.

"No, things are getting more and more wonderful." Gun Gun glanced at the golden cloud of merit and virtue, and then moved his gaze to the glittering monster characters floating in the sky, and said casually.

"Brother Gun Gun, now is not the time to be joking. Kunpeng was originally a quasi-sage who killed two corpses. Now he has gained countless merits, and his strength will definitely increase greatly. Even if he still can't kill the third corpse, he will have far more than ordinary. Quansheng's strength will definitely be the great enemy of my witch clan in the decisive battle in the future!" Hou Yi said anxiously to Gun Gun.

After he finished speaking, he rolled his eyes, and suddenly thought of something, he grabbed the bear arm that was holding the yin and yang grinding bamboo, and was about to stuff it into his mouth, and said excitedly to it, "Brother Gun Gun, you are also good at psychics, and you belong to me again. Among the creatures of the Wu clan, the one with the highest cultivation base has a strong primordial spirit, can you, like Kunpeng, also create words for our Wu clan?"

"Ah?" Just as he was about to ask Hou Yi why he was preventing him from eating bamboo, suddenly, upon hearing his question, the whole bear was stunned.

I... create words for the Wu people?

No, how can you tell that I am a cultural bear, how can I have the ability to make characters!

"Wizard Hou Yi, don't make it difficult for the bear." Rolling back to his senses, he pushed Hou Yi away and grabbed his palm, and said to him.

"Brother Gun Gun, can't you really do it? If you can create words for my Wu clan, then you are a wizard." Hou Yi asked Gun Gun a little reluctantly.

Their Wu clan has no primordial spirit, and even the ancestral witches have incomplete primordial spirits. It is difficult to create characters. Even before the Kunpeng incident, they never thought about creating characters.

"Wizard..." Hearing this title, the image of himself wearing a wizard hat, a wizard robe, and a staff in his hand appeared in his mind subconsciously. Suddenly, the fat face twitched violently for a few times. Going down, he shook his head vigorously, continued eating bamboo, and replied, "I really can't do it. Besides, the Wu people cultivate the physical body, but they don't practice Taoism, so the words are not very useful."

"There is merit." Hou Yi corrected.

"There is merit and... well, this is a reason, but..." Gun Gun chewed the bamboo in his mouth a few times, thought about it in his heart, and then said to Hou Yi: "This matter is not so easy to do. , you give me some time, let me think about it."

"Okay, Brother Gun Gun, how much time do you need, is a thousand years enough?" Hearing Gun Gun's words, Hou Yi smiled, squatted down, put his arm on its bear's back, and asked it.

"not enough."

"Then how much time do you want?"

"About half a million years."

Hou Yi: "..."

……

On the other side, Buzhou Mountain.

"Damn it!" The Twelve Ancestral Witch stood in front of the Pangu Hall with an ugly face. Ancestral Witch Zhu Rong opened his mouth and shouted loudly, venting his anger.

The demon clan has destroyed the Penglai Xianting, subdued the ancestors of the ancestors and the dragon clan of the East Sea, and then attacked Beiming, forcing Kunpeng to surrender. Now, Kunpeng has created a text for the demon clan, which has attracted countless merits from the heavens. Wu clan, I didn't get anything, this is really called a witch... I feel uneasy!

"Kunpeng is a spineless thing. The demon clan treats him like this, and he even wrote a text for the demon clan. Did he forget about Taiyi burning down the Wutong Forest? Oh, what a son of Yuanfeng, who forgets his ancestors!" Xuan Ming looked in the direction of Bei Ming, folded his arms in his arms, and said coldly.

"Brother, our Wu people should also have Wu people's script!" At this time, Gong Gong shouted to Di Jiang.

"That's right, eldest brother, their demon clan can have demon writing, and our witch clan can naturally have our own witch writing. We must not let the monster clan continue to be so rampant!" Jumang also said to Di Jiang.

"Well." Hearing the words of the two brothers, Di Jiang nodded, and then said to Zhu Jiuyin: "Look, where is the wizard of our witch clan now."

"Yes." Zhu Jiuyin replied, and then a red divine light appeared in his eyes, and he began to browse the long river of time, but...

"I can't see clearly!" Time Changhe was blurred, and he couldn't see the wizard's picture at all. Immediately, Zhu Jiuyin gritted his teeth, the law of time was running faster, the powerful mana output was crazy, and finally, time A somewhat messy picture appeared on the long river.

On the screen, a chubby figure with a drum hanging in front of him is bouncing up and down in front of a large cauldron, slapping the drum face a few times with his palm from time to time, this is...

"Om~" The long river closed in time, and the divine light in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes dissipated.

"Huh!" Suddenly, Zhu Jiuyin exhaled heavily. He didn't expect that it would be so difficult to browse pictures about wizards, but he was really exhausted.

"How, did you see it?" Di Jiang asked Zhu Jiuyin, and the other ancestor witches also looked at him.

"I see." Zhu Jiuyin answered with a big breath.

"Who is he, the son of which tribe?"

"do not know."

"What?!" As soon as these words came out, all the ancestor witches at the scene shouted in unison.

"Uh, I couldn't see his appearance clearly, but, I saw his figure, it's a fat man!" Zhu Jiuyin hurriedly explained.

"Fat man?" The ancestors looked at each other. The Wu people cultivated their bodies. Most of them were very burly, but they were fat... How can we have fat people in our Wu people?

"Sixth brother, did you read it wrong?" Hou Tu asked Zhu Jiuyin.

"There can be no mistake, that fat body is jumping up and down in front of a big cauldron, how could I be wrong, it is definitely a fat man, and not ordinary fat!" Zhu Jiuyin said without hesitation.

"But we Wu clan are not fat at all..."

"Wait!" Zhu Rong was about to say something when, suddenly, Hou Tu raised a hand, interrupted him, and said to Zhu Jiuyin: "Sixth brother, you said that the wizard you saw was a great The fat man jumping up and down in front of Ding?"

"good."

"Any other features?"

"Well...that fat man is beating the drums."

"Drumming?"

"Yes, there is a cylindrical drum hanging in front of it, and when it jumps up and down, it keeps beating there."

After listening to these words, Hou Tu frowned, and a naive fat face appeared in his mind, but...

"The last time Gun Gun used its cauldron to absorb grievances and ghosts in Xiaoyu Mountain, it didn't use drums, and it doesn't seem to have any magic weapon like drums, could it be... no, maybe it has, but I don't know. ' Hou Tu thought to himself.

Then, he turned around, looked in the direction of Kunlun, was silent for a while, and then said to the other ancestors: "Perhaps, I know who the future wizard is."

"Who is it?" Gong Gong asked hurriedly.

Hou Tu glanced back at him, opened his lips lightly, and replied, "Go away."

"What, that fat man?"

"Huh?" Immediately, Di Jiang and other ancestor witches turned their attention to Gonggong, which made Gonggong suddenly startled.

fat man?Good, right!
(End of this chapter)