Autumn leaves fall to the ground with a loud sound.
The hard-won peace between the Eastern Wasteland and Central Continent must not be destroyed by the Nether Clan. In addition, if he wants to become an emperor within a hundred years, he must prevent the resurrection of the Nether Emperor.
Therefore, the plan of the underworld must be stopped.
"The little bastard is right. Only by entering the underworld and destroying the underworld's conspiracy can the world of cultivation avoid catastrophe." Master Changmei continued.
Wu Qianfan said: "The problem now is that although we have discovered the Nether Clan's teleportation altar, we are unable to enter the Netherworld."
"This is indeed a difficult problem." Ziyang Tianzun said: "The underworld is very special. Teleportation cannot be carried out without a teleportation spell."
Master Changmei suddenly had an idea and said, "How about I deduce it and see if there is any other place where I can enter the underworld?"
Ziyang Tianzun said: "You can give it a try, but I don't think there is much hope."
"There is no other way now. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, we can't give up." After Master Changmei finished speaking, he immediately walked aside.
He sat cross-legged, quickly formed seals with his hands, closed his eyes and concentrated, his body's true energy surged, and he began to deduce.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Ye Qiu asked: "Master, are the Qingyun Sword Sect okay now?"
"Everything is fine." Ziyang Tianzun said: "Wushuang and Yunshan are in retreat. Now the affairs of Qingyun Sword Sect are left to Yun Xi and Fairy Baihua to take care of them."
"The two of them have managed the Qingyun Sword Sect in an orderly manner. I think both Yun Xi and Baihua Fairy can take the lead."
"By the way, they brought you something."
After Ziyang Tianzun finished speaking, a box and two letters appeared out of thin air in his palm.
"Inside the box are snacks made by Fairy Baihua herself. She asked me to bring them to you to try, and then each of them wrote a letter to you."
"Thank you, Master." Ye Qiu put the box away and opened one of the letters.
"My husband is traveling far away, and I miss you day and night. The autumn wind rustles, and I can't sleep alone. I recall the past when we slept together in the same bed, whispering under the moon, and we were deeply affectionate."
"Now that my husband and son are separated by thousands of mountains, it is difficult to communicate with each other. I am worried and hope that my husband will return soon so that we can continue our relationship together."
"May God bless my husband and keep him safe and sound. May we meet again soon to comfort my heart."
The handwriting is beautiful.
Pleasing to the eyes.
This letter was written by Fairy Baihua, and it is very serious.
Ye Qiu opened another letter, with only one simple sentence.
"Husband, when you come back, I will arrange flowers and make the moon shine."
this……
Seems pretty serious too!
Later, Ye Qiu, Ziyang Tianzun, and Wu Qianfan sat aside and had snacks.
Time passes minute by minute.
Beads of sweat gradually appeared on Master Changmei's forehead, and his face became paler and paler. Deducing the secrets was not an easy task.
Fully half an hour passed.
Finally, Master Longmei stopped and shook his head dejectedly.
This result was within the expectations of Ziyang Tianzun.
"Old man, don't be discouraged. Let's think of a solution slowly." Ye Qiu comforted him.
Ziyang Tianzun also said: "Come over and have some snacks. Fairy Baihua made them by herself. They taste very good."
Master Changmei came over, grabbed a piece of snack, took a bite, and asked: "Senior, I have a question. Since people from the Nether Clan can come out through the teleportation array, why do they still open the gate to the underworld? Then
Isn’t it unnecessary to take off your pants and fart?”
Ziyang Tianzun smiled and said: "That's because people with low cultivation cannot come out through the teleportation array. Otherwise, the army of the Nether Tribe would have arrived in the world of cultivation long ago."
I see.
Master Changmei suddenly had an idea and said, "Senior, I have an idea."
"Since we can't find a way to enter the underworld, can we find the door to the underworld?"
Ye Qiu's eyes lit up and he said: "Old man, are you talking about destroying the gate of the underworld so that the army of the underworld cannot come to the world of cultivation?"
Master Changmei nodded: "That's what I mean."
Ziyang Tianzun said: "First of all, we don't know where the gate to the underworld is."
"Second, if the gate to the underworld is in the underworld, what should you do?"
"Third, the Gate to the Underworld was built by Emperor Hades back then. Even if we find it, it will be difficult to destroy it. After all, it is the method of the powerful Emperor."
"Fourth, it takes time to find the gate to the underworld. What if, while we are looking for the gate to the underworld, the masters of the underworld quietly come to the world of cultivation and continue to cause chaos?"
Ziyang Tianzun's series of questions made everyone fall into deep thought.
Indeed, the plan to destroy the gate to the underworld sounds wonderful, but in practice it is very difficult.
"I originally wanted to find a way to enter the underworld from those two Nether Clan elders. Who knew that there is a special power in their souls. Once their memories are touched, the souls will self-destruct."
Ziyang Tianzun said: "Where there is a will, there is a way. Let's think of another way to see how we can enter the underworld?"
At this moment, several people started thinking.
at the same time.
Hades.
In a dark and deep hall, the prince of the Underworld was sitting on a high throne, with a sinister light shining in his eyes.
The high priest, wearing a black robe and holding a skull crutch, stood below.
There were three elders sitting on both sides.
"High Priest, has Dragon Bodhisattva agreed to cooperate with us?" the prince of the underworld asked.
The high priest said respectfully: "Reporting to the prince, Dragon Bodhisattva has agreed to cooperate with us."
The prince of the Nether Clan asked again: "Then did he say which transmission point he entered the Nether Clan from?"
The high priest said: "He said he forgot."
"Forgot?" The prince of the Nether Clan had a cold look in his eyes: "Hmph, when he comes to our Nether Clan, he still dares to play tricks. I think he doesn't want to live anymore."
"Your Highness, please calm down." The high priest said with a smile: "Dragon Bodhisattva said he would think about it carefully, but he made a request."
"What's the request?" the prince of the underworld asked.
The high priest said: "He said that if we catch Ye Changsheng, please leave it to him."
"Huh, who the heck is he?" The prince of the Underworld cursed, and then said: "Tell him, I agree to this condition."
The high priest smiled and said: "I think he should be able to remember the location of the teleportation point this time."
The Prince of the Nether Tribe ordered: "When Dragon Bodhisattva tells you the location of the teleportation point, you will start preparations. We will set off in two days."
"Yes!" Everyone agreed in unison.
The prince of the underworld waved his hand, and immediately, the high priest and the three elders left the hall.
As soon as they left, the eyes of the prince of the underworld became extremely cold, and he whispered: "Long Bodhisattva is very cunning. His words cannot be fully believed. I cannot place all my hopes on him. I must be prepared with both hands."
Thinking of this, the prince of the Nether Clan shouted: "Where is Netherworld?"
Following a soft drink from the Prince of the Underworld, a figure wearing a black cloak quietly emerged from the shadows of the hall.
He was tall and tall, exuding a cold aura. He knelt on one knee and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince!"
The Prince of the Underworld's eyes were stern, and he spoke slowly: "I now order you to lead the ghost guards and secretly go to the world of cultivation, and capture her back to me at all costs."
"As you command!" After You Ming finished speaking, the figure suddenly disappeared from the place, as if it had never appeared.