Journey to the West: Please, don’t plant the peaches anymore.
25 The White Dragon Horse was gone!

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Zhong Xuan smiled.

"I'm not talented. I'm just 1,000 years old this year, but it's only been a year since I cultivated to the Primordial realm!”

To be precise, it had only been a night since he had cultivated to the Primordial realm.

However, this matter was too shocking.

The little White Dragon would only think that he was bragging.

It was impossible to believe this.

"Hehe, do you think I believe you?”

"If he can become a Primordial Immortal in a year, then all the cultivators in the world are idiots, right?”

"With good cultivation techniques and resources, we can naturally cultivate quickly!”

He raised his hand.

Under the little white dragon's vigilant gaze, Zhong Xuan took out two Peaches of Immortality.

He threw one at the little White Dragon.

"My family is very rich. You can eat this kind of thing as a meal.”

Peaches of Immortality?

The peach in his hand was overflowing with spiritual energy, and it did not look fake.

This person was not bragging.

Did he really have the Peaches of Immortality?

However, shouldn't this thing be in Madam Wang's hands?

Why, this pretty boy also has it?

"You said that with a supreme cultivation technique and this immortal peach tube, how long will it take for you to become a Primordial Immortal?”

"If that's the case, I'll be the third.。。He can also become a Primordial Immortal in a year!"

"How about it? Come with me. There are enough heavenly peaches!”

In the current world, countless large sects controlled the spirit veins.

As for the other rogue cultivators and cultivators without any background, they were all very powerful.

He could only find some inferior mountains to cultivate.

If the supply of spiritual energy was insufficient, it would be extremely difficult to raise one's cultivation.

Not everyone was a monkey.

Moreover, even that monkey was affected by the karma of mending the heavens.

He had to endure countless years of wind and sun on the peak of Flowerfruit Mountain to absorb the essence of the sun and moon.

That was why he could cultivate to the Primordial Immortal realm in just seven years.

If not for the countless years of accumulation.

It was impossible.

However, this was possible for Zhong Xuan.

There was an unlimited supply of heavenly peaches.

Even a pig could be fed to a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal in a short period of time.

He was comparable to the number one fattening king in the world of the West.

It was even fiercer than twin pig feed.

"How about it? Follow me. I guarantee that I'll make you vomit from eating the heavenly peaches!”

The little White Dragon hesitated.

These words were a little exaggerated!

You can eat peaches of immortality until you puke? He did not believe it.

However, this person gave him the Peaches of Immortality without hesitation.

He also knew the secret behind Journey to the West.

If he followed him, he might be able to figure out the secret.

Besides...

If he didn't want that person to use force.

He couldn't resist either.

That eight-clawed golden dragon was enough to make him unable to move.

"Alright, I hope you can keep your word!”

The little white dragon didn't clean up either. This Agonizing Eagle Stream was filled with painful memories.

There was nothing to miss.

The two of them rode on a cloud and rushed up from the Agonizing Eagle Stream.

He flew towards the Flowerfruit Mountain next to the East Sea.

On the other side.

Hearing Zhu Ganglie's complaints, Guan Yin frowned.

No matter how he calculated, he still didn't know who the person who stole the nine-toothed rake was.

"Bodhisattva, did you manage to divine anything?”

Zhu Ganglie was anxious like an ant on a hot pan.

That was a treasure that his grandmaster had refined and given to him by his master.

If he lost it, how could he face his master?

Guanyin was also helpless.

He shook his head and said,"This Penniless Monk can't calculate it!”

What was that?

Even Guan Yin Bodhisattva couldn't divine it?

This person's cultivation was at the peak of the Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal Realm. He was only one step away from becoming a Quasi-Sage.

He couldn't even figure out who that little thief was.

Why did she have a soft spot for his rake?

"If my nine-toothed rake is gone, how can I get the scriptures?”

Zhu Ganglie was secretly happy. He didn't want to go and learn from the scriptures.

He was about to stay in Heavenly Court.

There was also Fairy Chang'e's beautiful face.

Only a ghost would be willing to go to the West with these bald donkeys.

At the very least, he could stay in Gao Lao Village and live with Sister Cuilan. It was better than being a bald monk!

Zhu Ganglie rolled his eyes and suddenly fell to the ground, rolling around and wailing.

"That was a weapon that my master had personally forged after escaping from my grandmaster. Without the rake, how am I going to explain it to my grandmaster?”

"I might as well die!"

Guanyin felt a headache coming on.

This pig's attitude clearly showed that he didn't want to go and learn from the scriptures.

Otherwise, what would happen if he lost a rake?

"Sigh ~ This Penniless Monk will return to the Spirit Mountain to ask the Buddha for instructions. Let's see which disciple is joking with our Buddhist Sect!”

After Guanyin finished speaking, she didn't bother with the wailing Zhu Ganglie.

He was annoyed just by looking at this pig.

"Oh ~~ Then Bodhisattva, you have to go and come back quickly. Otherwise, the people who want to obtain the scriptures will have to go through Gao Laozhuang!”

"Hehehe, that little thief stole well. It's best if he doesn't let the Buddhist Sect find him!”

Guan Yin frowned.

On the way to the Agonizing Eagle Ravine, that person seemed to be deliberately targeting the Journey to the West.

The little white dragon's cultivation was even weaker than Zhu Ganglie's.

If anything went wrong, he would have to start all over again.

"Little White Dragon, come out and see me!"

Guanyin shouted from the edge of the Agonizing Eagle Stream.

However…

No one answered.

A bad premonition rose in his heart.

Guanyin opened her Dharma Eye and looked into the water.

The Agonizing Eagle Stream Manor was empty.

There was not even a shadow.

The little White Dragon had long disappeared.

"Not good, someone is indeed targeting the Buddhist Sect's Journey to the West!”

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