"Could it be that the demons here have grown so powerful that they no longer fear Eldest Martial Brother at all?"
Juanlian pondered for a moment before speaking.
Sun Wukong could not be bothered to answer. With a flick of the Golden Cudgel in his hand, he turned it into a golden needle, then sat right where he was and picked his teeth.
Juanlian, Tianpeng, Little White Dragon, and the others exchanged glances, feeling helpless. In the end, they had no choice but to sit down by the roadside.
Fahai guessed that Sun Wukong must have learned something, but he did not ask further, because he had always trusted Sun Wukong.
Meanwhile, Wu Feng was by the Mirror of Contemplation, watching Tang Sanzang's whereabouts.
Tang Sanzang was being carried by a mass of white mist, drifting westward.
"What on earth is going on? Are there demons again?"
Fear appeared on Tang Sanzang's face as he looked around and spoke.
At last, after roughly a quarter of an hour, Tang Sanzang noticed that the white mist beneath him had begun to slowly descend.
Then he landed on the ground.
The ground beneath his feet was paved entirely with blue bricks. Before him stood a magnificent Daoist temple, above whose entrance were three bold, vigorous characters: Wood Immortal Nunnery.
Tang Sanzang looked around the temple. Among the low shrubs and thorny bushes, there were only six tall trees, standing at perfectly measured intervals along the edge of the square before the temple gate.
He stared at the trees, finding them extremely strange. Why were there exactly six tall trees here? Could it be that the people from the temple before him had planted them?
Chapter 1,521: The Strange Wood Immortal Nunnery
Chapter 1,521: The Strange Wood Immortal Nunnery
As he stared, he