Bailong glanced at the barren mountain and shook his head helplessly.

"Wukong, don't kill innocent people indiscriminately, don't violate the rules of heaven again, I can restore this place to its original state."

Bailong stamped his foot, and the seventy-two mountain gods of Huaguo Mountain, the big city god, the thirteen small city god, and three hundred land gods all knelt down in front of Bailong.

"See the Picket Spirit King!"

Um!

Bailong waved his hand, and a gentle force helped everyone up.

"You restore this mountain to its original state."

The burning of this mountain was written within the calamities of the journey to the west.

There are rumors outside that it was burned by Yang Jian.

But Yang Jian is the patron saint of Dongsheng China, how could he do such a thing?

In fact, you don’t need to think about the black hand behind it.

City God, Mountain God, Land, all kowtow.

"I will obey the order of the Spirit King!"

Light flashed across the sky, vegetation sprouted in the mountains, and the earth came to life again...

However, this is the moment.

A large fishing boat stopped in front of the beach at the foot of Huaguo Mountain.
Chapter completed!