People are writing novels in Journey to the West, and saints have come to urge them to update!

In the Tiandiwen Palace.

Sun Wukong held the pen and ink with his sleeves rolled up, and when the pen fell on the paper, it was a wonderful brush and blossomed. Lines of text quickly emerged, and gorgeous golden lotuses bloomed on the paper.

I don't know if he has broken the shackles of "Karvin" or if he is inspired. At this moment, he has written thousands of words in one breath, and the plot of the story is developing rapidly.

"Hey, it's so refreshing, so it turns out that this is what Master often said about Wen Si Quan Chung!"

Sun Wukong swayed his wrist quickly, so he didn't feel tired at all, but felt hearty, refreshing from soul to body.

What even he didn't notice was that with the progress of the story of "Journey to the West", his cultivation base was gradually raised, and there was a faint tendency to break through to Da Luo Jinxian.

[One day, in late spring weather, everyone was under the shade of pine trees, preaching scriptures and meditation, and talking about mysteries. 】

When Sun Wukong wrote this, he remembered that he seemed to have neglected a monk. He stopped writing and looked around, but there was no sign of the monk.

It must have been self-defeating, so he has already left... Houzi thought in his heart, stopped worrying about other things, put all his thoughts on creation, and continued to promote "Journey to the West".

[The wine and meat monk was stumped by Xuanzang.The monk was furious and scolded: "You farm animal, you don't know your name, you don't know your parents, what the hell are you doing here!"]

【Jin Chan listened to these words, but was unmoved in the slightest, as if the other party was not scolding him, and muttered in his heart: Don't talk about parents, the poor monk doesn't even know who he is, Xuanzang?Is this really the name of the poor monk?

He has been asking himself this question all these years, because he always dreams of a towering mountain full of Buddhas, and there is a majestic palace in the mountain, surrounded by Buddha's voice, as if it belongs to him only there.

As for how he became Xuanzang, he didn't know anything.

No, it can't be like this anymore, the poor monk must find out his parents and find out who he is! 】

shhhhh--

The sound of the brush brushing across the paper resounded in the dark.

[Xuanzang was scolded by him for saying such words. He entered the temple and knelt down to tell his master, with tears streaming down his face, he said: "He was born between heaven and earth, endowed with yin and yang, and endowed with the five elements. He is raised by his father and his mother. How can there be a person who lives without parents? "Pleading again and again, asking for the names of parents. 】

As Sun Wukong wrote, he suddenly frowned, feeling something was wrong.

He always felt that the monk he wrote seemed to be different from everyone else in the book, he seemed to have his own little thoughts!

"Hey, could it be a book spirit? Is my old grandson's novel about to give birth to a book spirit?"

When the monkey thought of this, his eyes became brighter, and his enthusiasm for writing a book became even higher.

……

At the same time, in the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

The lush towering ancient trees point straight to the sky, and under the thick fog, the entire Shiwanda Mountain is shrouded in a dense ancient jungle.

This place is full of evil spirits, and even those immortal monks who have practiced for thousands of years dare not set foot in it easily.

Because, this is the kingdom of demons!

"Pfft-"

Passing birds passed through layers of thick fog, and were about to land on the top of the tree to rest for a while, but suddenly a big mouth full of sharp teeth grew out of the tree trunk, swallowing the bird in one gulp, and the old tree chewed it with relish. Bright red blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the lush grass.

Soaked in blood, countless weeds screamed excitedly, and even the vines on the side crawled over like snakes, trying to compete for some fresh blood.

But right now.

Rumble!

The space seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, revealing a terrifying black hole, and then a figure stepped out of the black hole, stepping on the vine that was about to move.

"His!"

The vine actually made a sound like a snake, and the other end of the vine was a thrill, and when it was raised, it wanted to use the end full of black thorns to attack the owner of those feet.

However, before its attack could reach its target, it was crushed by a mysterious personality in mid-air, and it turned into powder and dissipated.

"It seems that this is the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

Mu Chen walked out of the black hole, looking at the ancient forests around him, he couldn't help being curious.

He didn't seem to notice the vines that had turned into powder at the bottom of his feet.

"This place is full of evil spirits. It seems that even the vegetation has become fine. It can be regarded as a dangerous place. It is really strange to say that this place is not mentioned at all in the original book of "Journey to the West."

"Could it be that Mr. Wu missed the writing?"

Mu Chen made a joke in his heart, even though he has become a sage now, his practice time is too short, and he is far from being as calm as those old monsters who have practiced for tens of thousands of years.

"I just don't know where the Wan Yao Congress is."

He muttered to himself at the corner of his mouth, and then his consciousness spread out, covering the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains in an instant, as if as long as he wanted to, he could cover the entire Three Realms!

"Hiss, after becoming a Glyph Sage, my spiritual consciousness has been strengthened so outrageously, this is several grades higher than Wukong's delusion-breaking pupil."

Rao Muchen himself was quite shocked.

Only now did he truly feel the saint's aloofness. This huge spiritual consciousness alone is enough to be called heaven defying.

It's just that he was a little curious, whether the consciousness of other saints was as powerful as his own.

Withdrawing his scattered thoughts, Mu Chen focused all his attention on his spiritual consciousness. Covered by that powerful saint's spiritual consciousness, all living beings shivered for a while, but they couldn't feel anything at all, they could only shrink their necks and tremble.

He used his spiritual sense to explore almost any part of the Shiwan Dashan, from the mountains to the grass, even the vast sea of ​​clouds on the Shiwan Dashan, and the endless soil layer under the Dashan Mountain.

However, even so, he still failed to find the entrance to the Wan Yao Kingdom.

"It's no wonder that the kingdom came out of the book of Taoist Guigu. It seems that the entrance to the Wanyao Kingdom has also been influenced by Taoist Guigu's literature and has been hidden."

Mu Chen searched to no avail, sighed, and withdrew his consciousness.

In fact, he didn't have any hope. Although his spiritual sense is strong, how can Taoist Guigu's novels be mortal?That Wan Yao Kingdom came from the world of books, so that the monsters in Wan Yao Kingdom didn't know that they were just characters in the book. This is enough to show that Guigu Taoist's methods are all-powerful, and it can even be said to be deceitful.

Under such circumstances, if Wan Yao Country can be found so easily by him, that would be abnormal!

"It seems that we have to take other measures."

He gave a wry smile, and was about to think of a way out, when suddenly his expression changed drastically, and his breath became messy.

boom -

As his aura became chaotic, the spiritual energy within a hundred miles also fell into a riot, attracting billowing thunderclouds, and lightning swam in the sky like a light snake.

"Not good, I haven't had time to write a novel today, the literary pollution has broken out!"

His face was gloomy, and he felt a dull pain from the soul to the body, and then the pain became more intense, as if a pair of big hands were tearing the soul.

In desperation, he quickly took off the white jade wolf hair brush from his waist.

"The most urgent task is to quickly write a new book to alleviate this literary pollution, otherwise, the consequences will be disastrous!"

Mu Chen gritted his teeth, his brain was running crazily, and various new book themes appeared one after another.

He thought of what he saw with his spiritual sense just now, which seemed to come from the ancient one hundred thousand mountains, and suddenly he felt moved, and wrote the introduction of the new book:

[The supreme being among the monsters is named "Great Sage". 】

[The boy walked out of the mountain village, traveled all over the world, stepped into the legend step by step, and became a myth. 】

After this brief introduction, the entire Hundred Thousand Mountains roared, countless monsters were shocked, and they raised their eyes to Mu Chen's direction.