The Peng Demon King stood up and looked at Mo Chen, who was still kneeling on the ground, and his heart was also full of envy.

Although he had also seen many disciples of the saints, it was different, and it was completely different from Mo Chen.

For example, when the sect was still in existence, many demon clans in the world were thrown into the sect of the Tongtian Sage and became a registered disciple, and he also had many friends in it.

However, the master of Tongtian Sect claims to have no class, more than 10,000 disciples, and the registered disciples rarely see the Tongtian saint in addition to the usual public preaching, although the Tongtian saint is very good to the disciples, almost every apprentice he will teach the Tao and some magic weapons suitable for practice, but that's it, if the registered disciples have any confusion in the practice, they are looking for those personal disciples to solve the doubts.

Although because of this, the friendship between the brothers and sisters in the sect is tight, but there are not many opportunities to get the guidance of the saint after all, after all, the saint can't open a small stove for so many apprentices one by one.

And Mo Chen is the Taishang Sage personally accepted disciples, Taiqing disciples are scarce, to be precise, there are only two, he can often accompany the sage to listen to the sermon in the future, just the harvest of the magic weapon can throw off the sect of the people a few streets, after all, even the Tongtian Sect Master, there are no tens of thousands of innate spirit treasures, but the Taishang Sage is rich, and a little leakage can make Mo Chen inexhaustible.

This is the inheritance of a real saint, and he will become a quasi-saint in the future, and he has no chance to chase the existence of that one.

Thinking of that one, the Peng Demon King couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle, he thought too much, and he hoped that the demon clan was strong, how could Mo Chen catch up with the existence of that one, Mo Chen is saint's personal inheritance?

Mo Chen knelt on the ground, rubbing the purple gold gourd in his hand, and the cold touch told him that all this was true, and the Supreme Sage had come down to pass on his exercises and accept him as a disciple. The memories in his mind, he was roughly browsing, thousands of spells, thousands of supernatural powers, everything.

"Senior brother, my task is complete, and the master wants me to go back to heaven to slap him, so I will leave. The golden horn boy reluctantly saluted Mo Chen, and the reluctance in his eyes was reluctant.

Of course, it is not to be reluctant to Mo Chen, but to the mortal world, how can he see the lively scene of the demon kings gathering together to hold a wedding?

But that's what the Golden Horn Boy thinks, I don't know how many immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons want to exchange with him, follow the saint and listen to the avenue day and night, this is a supreme opportunity, to paraphrase Mo Chen's previous life, he saved the galaxy in his last life.

"There's Senior Brother Lao. Mo Chen stood up and bowed goodbye, and he also heard the words of the Supreme Sage, so he did not keep the golden horn boy.

The golden horn nodded, turned into a golden light, and headed towards the sky.

The people who disturbed the wedding are gone, and the steps of worshipping heaven and earth will naturally go down.

Mo Chen flew to the end of the red carpet, grabbed the jade hand of the Princess of All Saints again, and said softly: "It's been delayed for some hours, don't mind, lady." ”

Princess Wansheng didn't reply, but just gently pinched Mo Chen's hand.

Mo Chen nodded lightly at the master of ceremonies, and the master of ceremonies over there immediately understood, didn't say much, just cleared his throat, and shouted loudly: "Husband and wife worship each other!"

The sound of joy sounded in the Dragon Palace, and Mo Chen and Princess Wansheng each bent down and bowed to each other.

Husband and wife worship each other, respect each other as guests, embrace each other, never give up, grow old hand in hand, and become a courtesy!

From this time on, Mo Chen, in this world, finally has a wife and a family.

......

On the coast of the West Sea, there is a seaside fishing village.

A richly dressed man in white was sitting on the shore, drinking sullen wine with a sad expression.

The white-clothed man is handsome and noble, but he doesn't seem to be in a good mood, and his eyes are full of melancholy, it is the little white dragon who was sent out of Bibo Lake by Mo Chen.

Passing by the fishermen along the way, they all looked sideways and pointed at the little white dragon and laughed.

They've never seen such a handsome boy!

Indeed, the little white dragon has excellent genes and is a natural little white face, and there is a sad emotion on this body, which really makes ordinary women feel distressed.

These fishermen's women had never read any poetry books, and all of them had a hearty and straightforward personality, and they chattered there for a while, but they brought out a woman.

The woman's appearance is quite pretty, in front of this group of fishermen who are exposed to the wind and sun, she can be regarded as outstanding, the fisherwoman was pushed out by her companions, and her pretty face was a little shy, but she still walked over and said to the little white dragon: "Childe, it hurts too much to drink alcohol alone, why don't you go to my house, how about I cook a few dishes for you?"

This is an obvious hint, but the little white dragon is immersed in the state of marriage of the person he likes at the moment, how can he have the heart to deal with this mortal woman, just shook his head slightly, and didn't even say a word.

Seeing that others didn't care about themselves, the fisherman's girl was bored, so she had to walk back to the group of female companions with a look of disappointment.

The fishermen saw that the most beautiful one among them could not make this boy speak, so they took care of themselves, they would not do useless work, even if they were born beautifully, they could not be eaten, and these fishermen by the sea had to go on the boat to fish.

The little white dragon watched the fishermen board the fishing boat, puffed up the sails, stretched out the fishing nets, and in a short time turned into a small black dot where the sea and the sky meet, he looked away, and took another sip of wine.

He is the third prince of the West Sea, it is impossible to be with these fisherwomen, so it is good for them to refuse their kindness, if they really marry a mortal, but with these fisherwomen in the future, maybe the Dragon King of the West Sea will be furious, and he will set off a tsunami and submerge this fishing village.

The little white dragon just thought of drowning, but saw a big wave suddenly set off in the West Sea, and the big wave hit the boat where the fisherwomen were just now, and immediately overturned the boat.

How can there be waves in this windless weather?

The little white dragon was stunned, but found that none of the fishermen who were quite watery came out of the water in the middle of the big waves, and they all fell into the water and disappeared, as if something was pulling them.

This is not a demon!

The little white dragon was shocked, and with a shake of his body, he turned into a white dragon, groaned, and plunged into the bottom of the water.

Sure enough, there are youkai underwater!

No, it's not a youkai, it's a yaksha who patrols the sea!

Those Yaksha were dragging a fisherman's girl, each fed a water-proof bead, and dived to the bottom of the sea, and the leader was a Yaksha general, whom he also knew!

"What are you waiting for, why are you killing fishermen?"

When the little white dragon saw that it was his own person, his heart became angry......