In front of the gate of hell, the giant silver dragon dived into the sea of clouds and disappeared in an instant.
Only the shivering ghosts all over the ground were left, and the black and white impermanence with stiff faces, the heads of bulls and the faces of horses.
It took a long while before someone murmured to himself: "Is that boy the Prince Consort of the West Sea Dragon Palace as rumored recently?"
Everyone turned around and saw Niu Tou with a sad face and said: "I showed his expression last time!"
Black and white Wuchang twitched the corner of his mouth, turned his head, chased away the ghosts everywhere, and got on the road again.
Only the one with an angry face pointed at him and said: "You are a tough guy, you have a big mouth, and you never open the door. If you get into trouble, how will you treat me?"
Niutou covered his big mouth and shook his head violently: "If you don't say it again, I will never say it again!"
The horse held his hands behind his back and said leisurely: "When you see him in the future, just show him a few more smiles. This kid has just become a first-class ghost servant, and his foundation is not stable. It is the time for us to show our good will."
Niutou's eyes widened immediately, and he said with a shy face: "You are still thoughtful, no wonder you are my Brother Ma!"
The corners of Ma Mian's eyes twitched, he turned around and stood guard in front of the gate of hell, ignoring this fool again.
However, after Yue Hui sacrificed the Silver Dragon Order, the ten thousand-foot-long silver dragon lying in the forbidden area of the Dragon Palace in the West Sea suddenly opened its huge dragon eyes.
The dragon's eyes, which were like two bright moons, were full of doubts.
"What does this kid want to do?"
The silver dragon's body moved, the void rumbled, the silver light exploded, and the wind surged.
When all the movement returned to calm, the majestic-looking Old Dragon King of the West Sea stood in the void, his black satin-like nine-clawed dragon robe moving automatically in the wind.
"The action is quite fast, ancestor, let me go out and take a look."
The old Dragon King swayed out of the forbidden area and arrived at the Dragon King's Palace.
As soon as he sat down, the door of the Crystal Palace was broken open by Yue Hui.
A bunch of shrimp soldiers and crab generals cheered behind them, shouting: "Your Majesty, please don't be rash!"
Yue Hui broke away from the pull of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, and shouted miserably: "Ancestor, help me!"
The old Dragon King, who was sitting on the Dragon King's throne, was stroking his beard and laughing. He was startled by his shouting, and with a mistake of his hand, he immediately pulled off a dragon beard.
"Hey! Brat, what are you shouting for? If there's anything important, tell me quickly!"
The old Dragon King stroked his chin and urged.
He squinted and looked back.
Well, this appearance is not bad at all, she is barely worthy of being a princess of his dragon clan.
"Old Ancestor, the fourth princess' vitality is gradually declining and she cannot hold on for much longer!"
Like thunder exploding on the ground, the news dropped by Yue Hui shook the entire Xihai Dragon Palace.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
The real dragons who were secretly paying attention to Yue Hui were suddenly shocked by the news.
They could no longer hold back and came to the Dragon King's Palace one after another, pricking up their ears to listen carefully.
Although they have never seen the fourth princess of the East China Sea.
But every dragon son and dragon girl in their silver dragon clan is a treasure!
It would be fine if she died, but the fourth princess is giving birth to an heir, and there is no room for any negligence!
The old Dragon King looked furious, the waves in the West Sea were surging, and dark clouds were oppressing the sea surface.
Countless sea creatures fled in panic, looking in the direction of the Dragon Palace in fear.
"Please tell me in detail!"
The old Dragon King saw the changing situation in his eyes, took a deep breath, and spoke word by word.
"Ancestor, this matter is a long story. Can you think of a way to cure the fourth princess first? I will tell my ancestors in detail later when I return!"
Yue Hui pleaded anxiously.
The old Dragon King thought this and looked at His Highness and said: "Forget it, Ao Jun, you take some treasures and follow him for a while, and you must rescue the fourth princess!"
Ao Jun was about to listen carefully, but Leng Hui didn't care, the ancestor's instructions came down.
He glared back at Yue, cupped his hands and said, "Ao Jun, I obey!"
Yue Hui was overjoyed and rushed forward, dragging Ao Jun to go out.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute! You haven't got the treasure yet? How can you save people without some magic elixir!"
Ao Jun knocked his palm off and hummed.
Yue Hui had no choice but to urge: "Hurry up then. If you go earlier, the fourth princess will suffer less!"
Ao Jun waved his hand and went straight to the Dragon Palace treasure house.
When he entered the treasury, he didn't pick and choose, but just picked up the good stuff when he saw it.
A ring full of things to replenish the spirit, replenish the blood and nourish the fetus, replenish spiritual power.
It even includes a giant dragon ball!
After messing around with him, Ao Jun turned into a thousand-foot giant dragon and hurriedly left the Dragon Palace with Yue Hui.
Ao Jun was born with a bad temper, and he would be scolded more and more along the way, blaming him for causing trouble for him.
But his flying speed exceeded the limit, and he arrived at the gate of hell in only half a day.
The silver dragon flew, the light suddenly burst out, and the wind and clouds paused, and Ao Jun's body appeared.
"Let's go!"
Ao Jun said hello and stepped out of the hell gate first.
The two men with bull heads and horse faces guarding the gate of hell were not squinting, as if they were blind. They turned a blind eye to the two people who had just come out of the gate of hell!
After Ao Jun and Yue Hui's figures disappeared into the underworld passage, the bull-headed horse-faced man let out a sigh of relief.
"Brother Ma, if we let them out like this, will the Lord of Hell blame them?"
Niutou was a little worried.
Hearing this, Ma Mian's face grew long: "The Lord of Hell can't even protect himself now, so how can he manage to come here?"
"Besides, do you know who it is and want to stop it?"
Niutou was a little curious and hurriedly asked: "Isn't it just a real dragon in the ghost and handsome realm? Can it be stronger than the Lord of Hell?"
Ma Mian glared at him fiercely and cursed: "Open your bull's eyes and see clearly, that is the favorite grandson of the Old Dragon King of the West Sea, one of the three overlords in the Netherworld who cannot be provoked!"
"Three Overlords!"
The cow's head opened its bell-like eyes and exclaimed.
He had heard of these three overlords, but had never seen them before. Now he finally saw one of them in real life!
"So he is the little overlord known as Long Batian! When will I, Lao Niu, be as powerful as me?"
Niutou's eyes were full of glory and he said with longing in his eyes.
Ma Mian rolled his eyes and said, "Come on! You might as well be reincarnated faster."
Niu Tou didn't care about Ma Mian's sarcasm and was still immersed in his fantasy.
But he said that Yue Hui and Ao Jun rushed out of the Netherworld Passage and were about to rush to Prince Li Du's Mansion.
Suddenly, the space was turbulent, dark clouds were gathering, and in the Nine Netherlands, the crescent moon that never fell began to sway faintly.
Swish! Swish!
Countless powerful auras rose into the sky, and they looked at the changes in the Nine Netherlands in surprise.
Ao Jun cursed secretly and restrained his breath.
But it turns out that as a ghost commander, he is equivalent to the Pure Yang True Immortal in the Yang world.
The land of Jiuyou is attached to the Chiming Realm, and the highest cultivation level it can accommodate is naturally only the Hedao realm.
After Ao Jun calmed down his breath, the dark clouds gradually subsided, and the crescent moon hung steadily in the sky again.
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