The saints present were still curious amidst amazement, they held back a smile and waited for Wukong's explanation.

"Old hooligan?" Hongjun was a little dazed for a while.

That yin and yang demon **** is also one of the top-ranked existences in the chaos, how could he become an old hooligan when he got to Wukong?

Only Bai Feng next to Ye Fan smiled without saying a word. It seems that he knows how much he knows about this matter.

Shenni also looked at Demon Ape inexplicably, and it seemed that he didn't know why Wukong spoke like this.

"Wukong, do you know this yin and yang demon **** well?"

Ye Fan asked.

The Chaos Demon Ape looked at Bai Feng on the opposite side, and then smoked Hongjun, with a slight white breath in his huge nostrils, and said, "I don't understand!"

Ye Fan raised his brows. It seemed that there was something hidden in it, but Wukong didn't say it, and he didn't bother to ask. If Wukong wanted to say it, he would have said it a long time ago.

It's useless to ask what you don't want to say.

A kind of chaotic sage looked regretful, originally thought there was something, but whoever thinks that the other party would generally not say it, you say that you are not angry.

Bai Feng glanced at the sages staring at Wukong, and smiled secretly in his heart.

"No, he is not a demon!"

Among the ancestral witches, Dijiang, who had always been in conversation, became very quiet when he entered the third level.

Even the other beings among the Ancestral Witches sensed an unusual aura here.

Each of them looks more solemn than anyone else.

Because, in this **** wave, the ancestor witches sensed something belonging to the witch clan.

It was not a spirit, it was more like an inexplicable induction.

"Oh?"

Yuanshi Tianzun glanced at the ancestral witch team, his eyes fixed on Dijiang.

This headless guy is always looking for a sense of existence, but today is very abnormal. Could it be that this guy really sensed something?

The six hundred and fifty-second chapter is cracking in the face

"Big Brother, should you really have to be inside, does the existence have something to do with our Wu Clan?"

Zhu Rong, the always violent God of Vulcan, no longer ignites at this moment, and a solemn color rarely appears in his fiery red pupils. He looks at the sky full of blood with a trace of expectation in his expression.

Because he also sensed that the existence inside had a great connection with his Wu Clan.

"I felt it too!" The pattern on Zhu Jiuyin's face kept shining and disappearing, and its four or three gods kept opening and closing, as if they were sensing something.

"I have this feeling when I wait!"

The performance of the ancestral witches made all the saints present feel uneasy.

Primordial saw that the ancestor witches ignored him, his face became dark, and then he looked at Yang Jian's third eye.

"What about you?"

Yang Jian is inexplicable, don't you think that my Tianmu and Zhujiuyin are the same existence?

He shook his head: "No!"

You didn't even feel it, how could I, a heavenly saint, feel it!

Yuanshi Tianzun looked at Yang Jian inexplicably, his face slightly dark.

"Perhaps the other party is indeed related to the Wu Clan."

The Supreme Sage glanced at the look of the Twelve Ancestor Witches, and he was determined in his heart.

If it is irrelevant, it is unlikely that only the Wu clan will have the induction.

We must know that although the ancestor witch has grown a lot after being reborn, his brain is still worthwhile, and besides, these are not worth thinking about.

"Big brother, do you also think that the creatures in Yuanchen Cauldron are members of the Witch Clan?"

Yuanshi Tianzun's expression changed slightly. If the other party is really a witch clan, doesn't it mean that the other party has an additional chaotic saint?

There are already so many chaotic saints in the prehistoric land, and add one more, wouldn't the ancestor witch be able to run wild in the prehistoric land, no one can check and balance.

Tai Shang's eyes were calm, and he said: "It's just a guess, everything is determined by facts."

Donghuang Taiyi looked at the tossing blood mist, narrowed her eyes slightly, and clenched her hands slightly.

Although he was found by Hou Tu from the Taixu Roulette, the obstacle still made him not want the Wu Clan to grow again, otherwise the Monster Clan of his age would completely lose the space for survival.

If the ancestor witch really appeared in the world to grab the opportunity, almost no one could stop it.

"I hope it's not the existence of the Witch Clan!" There was a hint of helplessness in the Kunpeng expression on the side.

It seems that the two demon saints are very powerful, but how many saints are in one race in today's era?

There are only four saints in one Buddhism, two cut-off teachings, and two elucidating teachings. Although the Nvwa saints do not stand in any school, they walked in with Wukong and Nezha. The three saints,

And the **** Erlang who teaches is also Haotian's nephew, and the two can be used in common.

The most outrageous is the Wu clan, the number of saints is as high as thirteen.

If there is another saint within the prehistoric lands, then his monster race will completely lose a place to survive.

Although there are many quasi-sages of the demon gods of the demon clan, there is no such chance in nine out of ten.

The waves gradually subsided, and the sages' eyes tightly locked on the Yuanchen Cauldron that had dropped several meters, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly.

Last time it dropped and did not recover, but now it has dropped a lot again.

Doesn't this mean that you use a little less?

"It seems that I am about to seize the opportunity, so I should use the unused imprint as soon as possible!"

There are those who are dissatisfied with their own race secretly making up their minds and quickly seizing this opportunity.

Ye Fan glanced at the expressions of the saints and gods present, and smiled in his heart.

What he wants is this kind of effect. Otherwise, how can the imprint be collected? The most difficult thing to collect is the imprint and the power of the mind.

The **** water in Yuanchen Cauldron now keeps dropping, just to arouse the tension in his heart.