Almost at the same time, the three sent an identical message to Qin Hai.
Zhuge Meng, the Grand Elder of the Martial Alliance, Naloxinha, the Commander of the Great Brahma, and Ru Xiang, the presiding officer of the No-Manifestation Sect.
These three were the pinnacle figures of the underground world.
Three gods!
These three gods were leading twelve demigods towards the Sacred Mountain, and their purpose was self-evident: the Xuan Yuan Sword hidden in the Jiu Li Clan!
This night, Qin Hai did not rest, for the pressure from the underworld dared him not to relax in the slightest.
At dawn, he opened his eyes and stepped outside the Daoist temple, gazing into the distance.
Wu Zhaoyang stepped out in the darkness and said, “I can feel it.”
“Afraid?” Qin Hai asked.
Wu Zhaoyang said in a cold voice, “If I were afraid, I would have died twenty years ago!”
Qin Dahai laughed lightly.
And at this time, Zhang Ren also appeared here and said, “I’m afraid it’s going to be very troublesome this time, Xiao Hai and Mao Hare are too weak, let them leave here.”
Qin Dahai shook his head and said, “Little Hai must go with me, as for Mao Hare?”
“I’m going too!” Mao Hare came out of nowhere and gritted his teeth, “I can’t let Little Hai risk himself.”
Zhang Ren glanced at Qin Hai.
Qin Hai nodded and said, “Pack up, let’s get ready to go into the mountains!”
Xiao Hai’s injuries had not yet healed, but there was no longer any problem moving around. He was sleeping like a dead pig when Qin Hai woke him up, and he was a bit grumpy, but Qin Hai didn’t bother to scold him. After eating breakfast, he was about to set off when Wen Jin Zi dragged a reluctant Wen Qian Zi forward and said with a smile, “Wen Qian Zi knows the way very well, and he knows all the people of the Jiu Li tribe. Let him take you there, what do you think?”
As he said this, the b*****d rubbed his hands together.
Wen Qianzi was furious and gritted his teeth.
Qin Dahai glanced at Wen Jinzi and then took out a bead the size of a dragon’s eye on his body and threw it to him. Wen Jinzi was overjoyed and subconsciously wanted to put it in his mouth to check if it was real or not, but after thinking about Qin Dahai’s methods, he smiled and stuffed it into his pocket, saying, “Wen Qianzi, you must listen to Master Qin, do you hear me? You don’t let Master down.”
“Old thing!”
Wen Qianzi cursed furiously.
Wen Qianzi was not impressed and said, “When you come back, it will be split 50-50.”
“Seven-three! I’m seven and you’re three!” Wen Qianzi said in exasperation.
Wen Qianzi said, “No problem.”
Wen Qianzi suddenly looked puzzled and said, “You’re quite talkative today, old thing.”
“f*ck off!” Wen Jinzi scolded with a pendulum face.
The two teachers and disciples had another argument, and Wen Qianzi knew that he could not get rid of the task of leading the way, so he had to follow behind Qin Dahai and the others with a downcast look on his face.
In the dense, hot jungle, Xiao Hai was covered in sweat, while Wen Qianzi, who was also not much better, muttered, “The old man has really screwed me over, entering the mountain at this season is simply a sin.”
“Come on you, I’m not even complaining.” Xiao Hai said discontentedly.
Wen Qianzi said, “If it wasn’t for you two, I wouldn’t have gone into the mountain, and you don’t know how to show filial respect to me, what a little brat.”
When scolding Xiao Hai, he deliberately lowered his voice so as not to be overheard by Qin Hai.
However, Qin Hai still heard him and turned to glare at him coldly. Wen Qianzi was startled and said with a sarcastic smile, “Master Qin, don’t be angry, I was just talking nonsense, it can’t be taken seriously.”
“No good.” Xiao Hai bristled.
Wen Qianzi immediately felt aggrieved, what had he come here for? He roared to the heavens, scattering the birds, and said, “Old thing! I’ll pull your skin off when I get back!”
Qin Dahai suddenly stopped, looked at Wen Qianzi and said, “Call him Master, I’m afraid you won’t have the chance later.”
“What did you say?”
Wen Qianzi obviously did not react.
But soon his face changed and his eyes turned red as he turned around and was about to descend the mountain, his speed exploding like a hunting leopard, but before he could dash far away, Qin Hai had already stopped in front of him.
Wen Qianzi’s face was fierce as he roared, “Get out of the way!”
Qin Hai Hai said in a deep voice, “It’s useless even if you go.”
Wen Qianzi gritted his teeth and said, “Then you have to go too!”
“I promised your master to keep you alive.” Qin Hai said, “Turn back and keep moving.”
Wen Qianzi suddenly cried and knelt directly on the ground, saying, “Master Qin, I beg you, I must see him, although that old thing is old and disrespectful, greedy for nothing, and rotten at gambling with no character, even my share of greed, but he raised me, he is my father, I beg you.”
Xiao Hai opened his mouth, but did not know what to say.
Wu Zhaoyang just looked coldly, for twenty years he had watched his family but could not approach them, his heart had long been as cold as frost.
Zhang Ren and Mao Hare also did not know what to say to organise Wen Qianzi, they just sighed.
Qin Hai was silent for a while and said, “It’s too late for you to go back now.”
Wen Qianzi was struck by lightning and his whole body stood rigid.
Obviously unable to accept this fact.
The procession came to a temporary halt and Wen Qianzi stared blankly in the direction of the Taoist temple, while Qin Hai just stood by, silent.
And it was at this time.
In the middle of the Daoist Temple.
Wen Jinzi was holding a sword, and his old impish laughter had disappeared, replaced by gravity and solemnity, his originally scruffy and dirty Taoist robe was now spotless, his aura was dusty and majestic.
The same is true of the Taoist temple.
More than ten people are coldly confronting Wen Jinzi.
Behind them, three men stood on the roof. These three men looked like people from another world, and the light in the space around them was distorted to a certain extent, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and reality.
“Wen Jinzi, how dare you!”
The man in the middle of the three men on the roof shouted coldly, “You dare to stop us from entering the mountain, do you really not know how to write the word “death”?”
“Zhuge Alliance!” Wen Jinzi said in a cold voice, “Don’t give me that, I’ll block this road today!”
A touch of killing intent emerged from Zhuge Meng’s body.
On the right side was a monk with a solemn appearance, this man was Ru Xiang of the No-Shape Sect, and he put his hands together and said the Buddha’s hymn.
Only this Buddha’s trumpet.
Wen Jinzi’s forehead was covered in cold sweat and his mind trembled, hastily biting the tip of his tongue, he forced himself to calm down and said, “Demon monk!”
He said indifferently, “Wen Jinzi, you have a destiny with my Buddha, so convert before you lose your life.”
