The Demon Hunting Well is actually a lake, but it is called a well because of its narrow and round shape and its bottomless depth.
Legend has it that the ancestor of the Ji family once hunted a big demon king here, so it was also known as the demon hunter.
At this time, there were three skinny old men in red robes standing by the lake, standing in a position similar to an equilateral triangle. Each of them was slightly bowed, with seals on their hands, kneeling on one knee without blinking.
He blinked and looked at the calm lake.
"The time is almost up, why hasn't the Ninth Young Master come out yet?"
One of them, an old man with a clean face and no beard, said worriedly: "Is something going to happen?"
The red-bearded old man on the right replied in a deep voice: "No, as long as the fire in my heart is not extinguished, nothing will happen."
"However, we are almost reaching our limit."
The old man with broken eyebrows on the right side of the red-bearded old man replied: "If there is another half a stick of incense, even if the ninth master can hold on, we will not be able to hold on."
As he was talking, a series of bubbles suddenly appeared on the lake.
After a while, there were more and more bubbles and they were getting bigger and bigger.
"ha!"
A figure emerged from the lake like a dragon. After soaring dozens of feet into the air, the water waves swept away the body and fell back to the ground. It turned out to be a handsome young man.
"Ninth Young Master!"
The three old men immediately withdrew their fingerprints and shouted respectfully.
The young master did not respond. He just used his spiritual energy to evaporate all the water on his body. He then took out a new set of clean clothes from the storage bag placed by the lake and put them on.
At this time, he turned to look at the three old men and said calmly: "Everyone, get up."
The three old men looked at each other, stood up slowly, and were silent for several seconds. The beardless old man couldn't help but ask: "Ninth Young Master, do you know if you can find the bottom of the demon-hunting well?"
"No."
The young master shook his head in displeasure, "This well is bottomless. It's like an ice cave under a hundred feet, and like a hell of fire under a thousand feet. When it reaches nine thousand and nine hundred feet, it's already the limit. Any more?"
If I dive down, I'm afraid my soul will be annihilated."
When the three old men heard this, they couldn't help but look disappointed.
"It's only a hundred feet away."
The red-bearded old man sighed with regret.
The old man with severed eyebrows was a little doubtful, and after a while he said: "Since the difference is only a hundred feet, can the Ninth Young Master see a little of the bottom?"
"can not see."
The young master said impatiently: "When you go down to a thousand feet, your spiritual eyes are basically useless. When you reach five thousand feet, even your spiritual consciousness can't come out of its shell."
"What should we do?"
The red-bearded old man frowned, "If we don't take out the thing at the bottom of the well, how can we bring the envoy back to life?"
The old man with broken eyebrows shook his head and said: "I can only say that the opportunity has not come yet."
"How could it not be here?"
The old man Wu Wu was a little dissatisfied and shouted angrily: "Now that the Holy Fire has spread all over the Xianyun Continent, the two guardians on the left and right have appeared, and two of the four envoys have also appeared. It is the time when our holy religion is reviving, and we must not give up just yet.
"
"I don't care whether you believe it is a holy religion or not. Anyway, I won't go down there anymore."
The young master said with a displeased look on his face: "I want you to go, or you can find someone else to go."
"Ninth Young Master, your words are a bit inappropriate."
The old man Wu Wu's eyes darkened and he said coldly: "Don't forget, we are the ones who made you a success, and we pushed you to the Yuan Shen stage. As a condition, you must become the incarnated holy boy of the Falling Fire Angel."
"good."
The old man's tone suddenly became stern, "If you want to regret it, we will take back everything you have gained at any time, including your life!"
The young master had obviously reached the limit of his patience with these three old men. He simply put down his hand and spread his hands: "Okay, you can take back your cultivation base, and I order you to take it back as well.
Anyway, you don’t treat me as a young master, you just treat me as a tool, just to get what’s at the bottom of the well, and you don’t even consider my feelings.”
"Okay, stop complaining, let's calm down."
The red-bearded old man persuaded softly, "Ninth Young Master, don't be so depressed.
As long as you take out the things from the bottom of the well, and when the Fallen Fire Lord is resurrected, you will naturally regain your freedom, and we will not pester you anymore, and we will also give you a batch of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, which will be enough for you to rule the roost."
"Thank God if we don't burn bridges by then."
Naturally, the young master would not believe such empty talk, but his life was in the hands of others and he had to submit.
The red-bearded old man said very sincerely: "Don't worry, we swore a poisonous oath to our ancestors. If we violate the oath, we will be punished by heaven and earth."
The old man Wu Xu added: "When we joined the religion, we had already given our hearts and souls to the sacred fire of our ancestors, so we will never break our oath."
"You are an incarnated boy. Even if the Fallen Fire Envoy is resurrected, you will gain Yuze and become a candidate for our next envoy."
The old man with broken eyebrows persuaded him seductively: "By then, you will really become the ninth master, and we old guys will still be looking up to you."
"hope so."
The young master is not that easy to persuade, but his rebellious mood is not so strong, "Forget it for today, wait for me to rest for a few days, and try again."
The old man Wu Wu said with some worry: "It's better to do it as soon as possible, so as not to have a long night and many dreams."
The old man with broken eyebrows obviously also felt that it was not advisable to delay: "Yes, if the people from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect notice it, then all the previous efforts will be wasted."
"There are three red jade fruits here, which can restore your spiritual power and lost blood."
The red-bearded old man took out a red transparent fruit from his arms and handed it to the young man. "We don't have much time. We must seize the time. We really can't afford to delay."
At this time, a short skeleton ran from a distance, rushed forward and said: "Report.
The Ghost King is coming this way with the three princesses and two strange women."
"What is he doing here?"
The old man with broken eyebrows had a puzzled face and muttered to himself in confusion.
The old man Wu Xu made some ominous guesses: "You don't want to take back the Demon Hunting Well, do you?"
"The Demon Hunting Well is originally part of our Ten Thousand Fire Sect. This Ten Thousand Ghost Cave was lent to them by our Sect, the Horned Ghost Clan, tens of thousands of years ago."
The red-bearded old man opened his eyes angrily and stared at the One-Horned Ghost King and others who were walking from a distance.
"Don't make any noise, I'll take care of him."
The young master was the first to calm down and said calmly: "He is my uncle after all. As long as the matter is not exposed, he will not do anything to me."
Just as he was talking, the One-horned Ghost King, the three princesses, Liu Meng, Liu Yunman and others had already approached the Demon Hunting Well.
"Uncle, third cousin, why do you have time to come here?"
The young master adjusted his clothes a little and greeted him with a smile, "Let a few of the little guys know in advance so that I can prepare some good wine and food."
The one-horned ghost king still maintained his dignity as a ghost king in front of this young master, and said in a measured tone: "Well, there is no need for food and drinks. I came to see you because I need to confirm something with you."
"I don't know what it is?"
The young master glanced at Liu Meng and Liu Yunman as he spoke, "I wonder who these two fairies are?"
Liu Meng was too lazy to talk nonsense and didn't like beating around the bush, so he went straight to the point and asked: "Are you one of those people who plays with fire or water?"
"It's the Wanyuan Spark Sect, or Wanhuo Sect for short."
Liu Yunman reminded quietly from the side.
"who cares."
Liu Meng waved his hand nonchalantly and pointed at the young master in front of him, "You'd better not lie. I have learned from my husband that I have a sharp eye and can see through the truth and lies at a glance."
"Truth and lies can probably be heard, right? What does it have to do with seeing?"
The young master smiled faintly and said calmly: "What's more, before asking questions, shouldn't the two fairies identify themselves as a courtesy?"
"Answer whatever is asked of you, and don't try to change the subject."
Liu Meng was a little unhappy. Apart from Xia Tian and the group of sisters, she was most bothered by others correcting her various grammatical errors.
Liu Yunman answered the young master's question: "We came from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect. We have the order signed by Queen Ji. We came to Wangui Cave specifically to investigate the traces of Wanhuo Cult."
Sure enough, they were from the Piaomiao Xianmen, how could they have come so quickly! The young master and the three old men looked at each other, and each could see the fear and suspicion in the other's heart.
"I'm afraid those two fairies came to the wrong place. We have nothing to do with the Ten Thousand Fire Sect."
A kind smile appeared on the young master's face, and he said humbly: "Of course, if there is any clue, we will report it in time."
Liu Meng shook his head: "No, you are lying."
"Oh, how come you can see it?"
The young master was shocked, but his face didn't show it at all and remained quite calm.
Liu Meng said impatiently: "What is obvious and not obvious? As soon as I look at you, I know that you are definitely not good people and you have definitely not done anything good."
At this time, the red-bearded old man couldn't help but said: "Although we are a ghost tribe, we are not evil heretics. Even if the two fairies are from the Piaomiao Immortal Sect, they cannot slander us for no reason."
"Whether it is slanderous or not, you will know if you try it."
Liu Meng chuckled, clenched his fist and hit the red-bearded old man.
This punch, with almost no warning, made the red-bearded old man suddenly break out in a cold sweat. He couldn't even retreat in time. He was hit by the wind of the punch and flew backwards dozens of steps, falling beside the demon-hunting well! The other two
The old man was furious. They all stopped Liu Meng, opened their mouths and yelled: "How can it be unreasonable, and there is no evidence, and you actually hit someone? Are all the people of Piaomiao Xianmen so arrogant and rude?"
"Evidence, what evidence, my fist is the evidence."
Liu Meng came here to fight, and other things were not in her mind at all. Seeing that these two people dared to stop her, her interest suddenly became higher.
After a while, the three old men became a little overwhelmed.
"Uncle, what do you mean?"
The young master couldn't help but become a little anxious, and shouted at the One-Horned Ghost King: "If you have any objections to me, just say so. Why do you want outsiders to attack the three elders of our clan?"