As soon as the old woman arrived, Huangfu Nalan beside him immediately returned to his previous dazed state.
When Han Jiulin saw that Huangfu Zhirou had fallen into the hands of the old woman, he couldn't help but be extremely worried, but he did not dare to act rashly for fear of offending the moody old woman.
The old woman held Huangfu Zhirou with one hand, and then instantly approached Baili Xinghuo beside her. She once again showed a ghost-like smile, and then said: "Who is the Master Zhou you just mentioned?"
Baili Xinghuo saw this old woman coming and going quietly like the wind. She was simply three points scarier than the ghosts in Yama Palace. He was not very courageous to begin with, but at this moment, his facial features were even more distorted with fear, and he could not help but tremble all over.
But when faced with the old woman's question, he did not dare not answer, so he could only say tremblingly: "Yes...it is the master of the Julingdan Pavilion of the Canglan Empire, Master Zhou...Zhou Boren!"
The old woman's face was uncertain, and she laughed and said: "I asked how these two little kids have reached the level of intermediate alchemists at such a young age. They turned out to be his disciples, Zhou Boren. That's great, for the sake of acquaintances.
The old lady will let you live today!"
Upon hearing this, Baili Xinghuo hurriedly thanked: "Then thank you, old lady, thank you very much, old lady! Old lady, please take a good rest here, and the three of us will leave first~"
As soon as Baili Xinghuo moved, he was immediately stopped by the old woman with a black crutch: "Who said you were leaving now?"
"Old lady, didn't you mean..."
"Ahem... I mean I can let you live, but there are conditions!"
The old woman coughed twice, then glared at Baili Xinghuo and said.
Han Jiulin has seen the power of this old woman before, and it is really not something that the three of him can match. At this moment, Huangfu Zhirou fell into her hands again. In desperation, Han Jiulin stepped forward, held up his hands and said: "Senior, what are your instructions, but
It doesn’t matter.”
"You two, and her, go help the old woman and I go to the magic palace on the top of the mountain to get something out. I will keep my promise and let you live!"
As the old woman spoke, she pointed at Han Jiulin and Princess Nalan, who were standing aside blankly.
Just as Han Jiulin was thinking about it, the old woman continued to speak: "If you don't listen to the old woman's orders, you will be buried in this dense forest tonight!"
"Since the senior has given orders, the juniors must obey."
In the current situation, no matter how dangerous it is in the magic palace on the top of the mountain, it is obvious that Han Jiulin cannot tolerate not agreeing.
"Remember, within seven days, you must bring back a divine cauldron from the palace to me. If I don't see you, old lady, after seven days, or if you don't have the divine cauldron in your hand, then these two
The little baby is dead!"
Before she finished speaking, the old woman lifted up Huangfu Zhirou and Baili Xinghuo one after another with one hand and disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
After the old woman left, Huangfu Nalan's dull expression recovered instantly. He raised his head and looked at Han Jiulin arrogantly, and said coldly: "Who are you?
Why did the master order me to go with you to the top of the mountain to retrieve the divine tripod?"
Han Jiulin glanced at her and didn't respond. He just turned around and hurried towards the top of the mountain.
"Hello!"
Princess Nalan frowned, her beautiful face filled with anger but also confusion and confusion, and chased after Han Jiulin.
This high mountain becomes steeper as it gets closer to the top, and the mountain roads are extremely narrow. If you are distracted for a moment, you will inevitably fall into the abyss at your feet.
Noon the next day.
Han Jiulin hardly stopped along the way. When he raised his head, he could finally see the majestic and huge palace above his head. Although the magic palace was still far away from Han Jiulin, it already exuded an alluring aura.
Vaguely, Han Jiulin saw several stone sculptures of warriors wearing ghost faces and pitch-black armor in front of the main hall. Those warriors were holding halberds, and each of them was in a fighting posture, as if they were going to kill all the enemies in the future.
All.
Standing here, Han Jiulin could even hear the sound of fighting coming from the palace. It seemed that there were countless soldiers inside who were fighting bloody battles to the death.
Huangfu Nalan, who was behind Han Jiulin, didn't know why, but he returned to his previous sluggish state. He just followed Han Jiulin closely without saying a word.
Seeing this, Han Jiulin couldn't help but stop and think.
Although the situation in the Demonic Palace was terrifying, given the strength of the old woman, why did she let him come?
Han Jiulin naturally didn't know at this time that the huge palace on the top of the mountain was an alien object, containing a power that did not belong to this plane at all. As long as he stepped into the palace, all cultivators with magical powers and above would be affected by it.
There was a huge pressure, and the internal organs felt like they were being burned by fire.
Although the old woman's strength is unfathomable, if she were to go to the Demon Palace in person, she would have to work hard just to resist the pressure of the Demon Palace. She would not be able to exert one-tenth of her own cultivation, so she would intimidate her.
Han Jiulin went to the Demon Palace and took out the divine tripod from the palace on her behalf.
Han Jiulin didn't know how long he had been walking forward when he suddenly saw a man carrying a giant sword on the wider mountain road ahead.
His hair was disheveled, his gait was steady and slow, and the clothes on his body were nothing more than a casual linen shirt.
Before Han Jiulin could speak, the man with the giant sword had noticed him and turned around slowly. He glanced at Han Jiulin and Princess Nalan behind him, and with a twinkling look in his eyes, he asked: "Who are you?
?”
"Oh, this is Han Jiulin."
As soon as Han Jiulin saw him, he immediately thought of the neatly chopped trees he saw in the forest yesterday, and couldn't help but wonder to himself, could the person in front of him be the top expert that he was previously quite afraid of?
"Howling wind."
The man said his name lightly, then turned around and continued walking towards the top of the mountain.
Perhaps because the giant sword on his back weighed far more than others imagined, his steps were not only very slow, but also left a deep footprint with every step he took, as if he was honing his skills repeatedly between actions.
own body.
Because yesterday's incident was so close before his eyes, Han Jiulin was very wary of him and always kept a close distance from him, to be wary of the other party's sudden attack.
Therefore, he never reached the top of the mountain until the bright moon rose high.