Southeast of Nanling.
A place of change.
The figure of the child passed by and hurried outside.
When approaching the edge of the Jedi, the child stopped. His dark eyes looked at the full moon in the sky. He hesitated for a moment, and the black energy around him surged towards the restriction ahead.
Then, a shocking scene happened. The moment the child was about to rush out of the mutated place, an invisible barrier appeared on the edge of the forbidden area, blocking the child's body with a bang.
In the violent collision, the child's body was impacted and flew several feet away.
"Roar!"
Five feet away, the child stumbled to the ground and roared angrily.
In the sky, the bright moon hangs high, as bright as fire and as round as a pancake.
The child stared at the moon in the sky and roared repeatedly. Then, a black air surged out, like a stormy wave, covering the sky and the sun.
"boom!"
"boom!"
A few breaths later, deafening collisions sounded again and again in the mutated land. The children who finally escaped from the temple were unable to get out for a while due to the restrictions of the mutated land.
At night, on the edge of the mutated land, children frantically hit the absolute restrictions. Roars and collisions continued to come out, making this silent night seem even more eerie and terrifying.
I don't know how many thousands of miles away, in the Rakshasa Army camp, Li Ziye, who had just taken off his armor, seemed to think of something. He glanced at the moon in the sky and muttered in his heart.
He remembered that the restrictions in the mutated land would only weaken at midnight on full moon nights. This big moon seemed not round enough.
Nanling should still have a day or two to prepare.
Not a big problem.
Isn't it just a god-level Netherworld? What a big deal.
No matter how difficult it is to deal with, it is easier to deal with than the God of Light.
Damn it, he was really worried about his life, fighting in the war, and still thinking about the underworld.
"Old man."
After a brief thought, Li Ziye looked to the north and suggested, "I remember that a thousand years ago, the Taoist sect had a spell called the Qianli Telegraph Talisman. You ask the old scholar to study it and see if he can draw it as soon as possible."
"Thousand-mile transmission notes?"
In the distant wilderness, Confucius frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said, "If you study this thing by yourself, it will be difficult to draw it in a short time. Didn't your Li family receive many inheritances from the Taoist sect? Is there any record of the musical notes transmitted over thousands of miles? ?”
"Who can remember this?"
Li Ziye responded helplessly and continued, "Put Lao Li on the phone and I'll ask him."
"Your Majesty?"
Confucius asked, looking in the direction of Yuzhou City, and said, "Head of the Li family, your son has something to tell you."
In Yuzhou City, in the backyard of the Li Mansion, Li Baiwan was about to take a rest when he heard a sudden sound in the room. After a brief shock, he quickly understood what he was talking about. With his trembling belly, he gave a polite salute and called, "I have met the Confucian leader."
"Old Li, stop pretending to be civilized. I have something to ask you."
In the military camp, Li Ziye said quickly, "Go and look among the pile of ancient books in our house to see if there is any record of the Thousand Mile Transmission Note. If there is, immediately send someone to the Master of Scholars in Taixue Palace after you find it. If you’re in a hurry, bring some snacks.”
"good."
When Li Baiwan heard his son's words, he grinned and said, "I'll go find him right now."
After saying that, Li Wanwan didn't waste any more time, put on a piece of clothing and walked quickly towards the Li Mansion's treasure house.
Not long after, in front of the Li family's treasures, Li Wanwan and the old housekeeper came over carrying lanterns.
When you open the door to the treasure house, you will see, in addition to some vulgar gold and silver jewelry, magical weapons, and countless antique calligraphy and paintings. Anyway, they are of no use except being expensive.
The wealthy Li Baiwan didn't even glance at these common objects. He walked straight into the treasure house, kicked away the gold nuggets blocking his way, came to a stone wall, stretched out his hand to turn the mechanism on the wall, and opened the secret room behind the stone wall.
The old housekeeper followed behind, not surprised by the situation in front of him. He had obviously known for a long time that there was a secret room in the treasure house.
"Old Yao, if you have time, let someone clean this treasure house. Those broken gold bricks will block the door." In front of the secret room, Li Baiwan complained a little dissatisfiedly.
"I understand, sir." The old butler responded respectfully.
The two walked into the secret room. In the secret room, there were bookshelves on display, filled with books. On the covers were written Tongbei Fist, Five Tigers Soul-Severing Spear, Powerful Vajra Kick, etc., all of which were famous martial arts secrets in the world.
However, Li Wanwan still didn't even glance at these magical secrets. He quickly walked to the innermost stone wall and opened the next secret room.
The second secret room opened, and what came into view was a room full of broken books and scriptures piled randomly on the ground like a hill, looking like trash discarded randomly on the street.
However, after seeing these torn books, Li Baiwan's expression became solemn and said, "Start looking, work harder, I'm worried about Ziye."
"good."
The old housekeeper responded, lit the candle in the secret room with a lantern, and then began to search for the record of the Thousand Miles Telephone Note.
Time passes little by little. Outside, the proud moon moves westward and the rising sun rises in the east.
The dark night gradually passed.
In Nanling, in front of the White Tiger Sect, a White Tiger chariot rumbled past, heading towards the Suzaku Secret Realm.
At the same time, the heads of the two sects in Xuanwu Holy City and Qinglong Holy Mountain got on their chariots and rushed to the Suzaku Secret Realm.
Most of the day later, in front of the Suzaku Secret Realm, the three sect leaders arrived one after another and gathered together, the strongest of the four sects, the Suzaku Sect.
"Everyone, you must have received the warning."
In the secret realm of Suzaku, Old Suzaku looked at the three of them and said seriously, "Netherworld has been born. What do you think?"
"There's nothing to say, send people to kill them!"
Xiao Yiren sneered and responded, "Although Hades is difficult to deal with, we are not vegetarians. We will take advantage of them before they become mature."
The most troublesome part of the underworld is undoubtedly its immortality and ability to assimilate. The longer it is delayed, the more difficult it will be to deal with it.
"The Underworld cannot be killed."
On the side, Master Xuanwu said calmly, "The only solution is to seal them again and use the Four Elephants to Confer Gods Formation. This is the best way."
"Seal, no problem, we old guys are already very familiar with it, but"
The leader of the White Tiger Sect hesitated for a moment and asked, "This time, shall we do it or let the juniors do it?"
The other three sect leaders all fell silent after hearing this.
Logically speaking, their attack is the safest way, but this wave of underworld is definitely not the strongest wave. If the juniors don't take the opportunity to practice, they will have no chance to practice in the future.
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength, you can't gamble, let's do it!"
Xiao Yiren said in a deep voice, "Let the juniors watch the battle."
"That's fine."
Old Zhuque and others responded one after another and agreed with this suggestion.
Matters in the underworld are different from others and cannot be delayed, and indeed cannot be neglected.
