The Netherworld has been a bit unstable recently, and people everywhere seem to be in panic.
"I heard that the Mingshan Battlefield has recently started another forced conquest. Have you heard about it?"
In a dilapidated roadside teahouse, there were only four or five broken tables. The poor tea was barely warm. Fortunately, the drinker did not pay attention to the tea. He sighed worriedly: "What's wrong with these days?"
That’s the end!”
Sitting next to him was a monk dressed as a scribe. His pale face revealed his identity as a ghost cultivator. Hearing this, he lowered his voice and said, "You don't need to hear about it. This matter has been confirmed. The demons and monsters in the hundred thousand mountains in the Immortal Mountains
They have all been driven into the Mingshan battle area. A friend of mine in Youdu also sent news that the ghost army raised in the black water outside Youdu has gathered and is heading towards the battle area."
"ah!"
"What else is happening?!"
"When did it happen?"
His table was filled with four people, all of whom were at the Golden Core stage. The other three people all exclaimed and asked hurriedly: "Didn't it mean that Emperor Zhaoyang has been in seclusion since he was seriously injured more than two hundred years ago?"
Well, why did you suddenly make such a big move?"
"Don't you know it?" The scribe said in surprise: "This forced conquest is said to be due to our defeat in the Mingshan battlefield. An old monster in the tribulation period died in a battle.
The Pass of Hatred also fell into the hands of Qing Ming. Therefore, with an order from those old monsters, reinforcements will be sent from all interfaces of Jiuyou. Therefore, not only Youdu, but also the forces of several other ghost emperors may also start to move later."
The person who spoke first looked outside the teahouse and saw a huge black mountain in the distance that reached into the sky and was shrouded in turbid mist, looking extremely eerie.
The location of this tea house is very peculiar. It is located at a narrow mountain pass, which is blocked by the mountain pass. Therefore, there are doors at both ends and an aisle in the middle.
He looked at the blind old man with a hunchback who was guarding the stove at the entrance to the mountain. His heart trembled. He quickly looked away and asked: "What about our Senluo City? Even if there are thousands of low-level demons and ghost armies,
Ten thousand people, what's the use of going to the war zone? We in the Netherworld are the lowest interface in Jiuyou, and we're just going to die."
He turned his head and glanced at the table next to him. At that table sat a young male cultivator in plain blue clothes alone, with a distant and dull expression. He was slightly startled, and found that he could not see this man's cultivation for a moment, so he couldn't help but stare more.
Two glances.
As if aware of his gaze, the male cultivator in green turned his head and saw a pair of cold and deep black eyes, which inexplicably made him dare not look into his eyes, so he turned around and continued to listen to his companion as if nothing had happened.
"They should also send people there, right?" Another person said uncertainly: "There are too many minions, so we should not underestimate them. Have you forgotten the battle in Huangquan Valley?"
"That's ridiculous!" A black-robed ghost cultivator who had never spoken suddenly said, "I think we should worry about ourselves. If we are sent to places like the Mingshan Battlefield, we will all die on our backs!"
Several people couldn't help but frown and sigh.
"Well, the Holy Duke has not appeared in front of people for hundreds of years. It is not that when the Liao'e Cemetery was opened last time, the other ghost emperors from all directions opened the legendary immortal burials, but the Holy Duke is missing. I doubt...
…Our Senluo City has been squeezed out of the Five Directions Ghost Emperor’s sphere of influence these years, isn’t this going to make matters worse?”
As soon as these words came out, the other three people were startled, and they wanted to rush forward and cover his mouth. They all turned to look at the hunchbacked old man at the door, and saw that he was still sitting there slowly shaking the cattail leaf fan in his hand.
, couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Shh! You don't want your life?"
"Yes, you don't want it, and don't involve me!"
"Whatever you doubt, some things should be swallowed in your stomach, don't talk nonsense!"
The man who spoke was depressed and closed his mouth, and said unwillingly: "What are you afraid of? The old blind man is very safe here."
The other three looked at him like a fool and decided to cut off all contact with this person.
"Fortunately, Holy Duke, he didn't go to Nalao Shizi's Immortal Burial. You see, Emperor Zhaoyang and Emperor Luotu were seriously injured one after another, and they have been in seclusion ever since they came out. It is said that several Nascent Souls also followed them in, and none of them came out."
"Yes, these past two hundred years have at least given us Senluo City a chance to breathe. Youdu and Luofeng Mountain have fallen silent. Zhenren Wang of Xuanqiu has never appeared in the world, and Empress Xuanji of Yintian Palace summoned her men to rob a small interface.
We have gone, and now our situation in Senluo City is much better than before."
"What's so good? If Miss Hongshang is not promoted to Ghost Emperor, Senluo City will..."
When the scribe said this, he shook his head and said no more.
The others were also a little frowning, and lost interest in talking. They silently drank a few sips of the cold tea, and then hurried towards the black mountains in the distance. On the way out, they all gave the blind old man with a hunchback a shot.
A gift.
The old man didn't even raise his head, as if he was really blind and motionless.
The teahouse became quiet, with only the old man at the door and the male monk in Tsing Yi at the other table remaining silent.
The male cultivator in green is naturally Liu Qinghuan. He has been in seclusion for more than two hundred years, and he did not leave seclusion until his cultivation reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul.
After coming out of Xuwei Mountain, the people waiting outside to rob had naturally dispersed long ago. He inquired about the news, and then went all the way to Senluo City. Passing by this dilapidated teahouse, his expression suddenly changed, and he pressed his head and walked in.
As a result, I heard a lot of gossip.
The tea in his hand was not brown at all, just like plain water, but Liu Qinghuan was not dissatisfied and took a leisurely sip occasionally.
At this time, the hunchbacked old man at the door stood up shakily and walked towards the table where the few people were sitting just now, obviously to clear away the tea bowls on the table.
There are only a few steps from the door to the table, but every step the old man takes is extremely difficult, as if the hunchback on his back weighs a thousand pounds, and the old body is about to fall apart under the pressure, so every step he takes is brewing.
For a long time, people were very worried.
Unfortunately, Liu Qinghuan was the only one watching at this time, but his eyes were lowered, as if he was deep in thought, completely turning a blind eye.
In the teahouse, which was leaking from all sides, you could hear needles dropping, as if even the air had solidified. Then there was an invisible heavy pressure, and you could only hear the slight cracking sound of the reed mats hanging on the wall.
Liu Qinghuan, on the other hand, seemed to have also gone blind. He ignored the strange phenomenon that the tea in the tea bowl on the table had collapsed in the middle and raised on both sides. He picked it up steadily and took another slow sip.
The heavy pressure came and went away suddenly, and the cold wind leaked in through the gaps in the reed mat again, blowing up a strand of hair that had fallen from the bun on Liu Qinghuan's head.
The tea room regained its calm once again, and the hunchbacked old man finally walked to the table next to him and slowly cleared away the tea bowls on the table.
"What's the business of visiting our Senluo City?"
A voice as rough as a teacup on the table suddenly sounded. Liu Qinghuan raised his head and saw the old man's gray and muddy blind eyes looking at him.
Liu Qinghuan looked at her calmly and said after a while: "I want to see Hongshang."
A hint of sarcasm appeared on the hunchbacked old man's face: "Then you have come to the wrong place. Hongshang is from Luofeng Mountain. You should go to Luofeng Mountain."
A flash of light quickly flashed in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, and he said leisurely: "In my opinion, Hongshang has always been from your Senluo City. Just look at those people who just thought that Hongshang is the hope for Senluo City to rise again."
The old man turned around and said two words in a cold tone: "Not here."
Liu Qinghuan smiled disapprovingly: "Okay then, let me meet Hongshang's sister Su Luo."