Chapter 1674: A Sunny Day

"... Some time ago someone stole my magic gourd of joy. Cangji Yuanzun calculated for me that this guy is likely to die, so I came here to take a look..."

After a moment of silence, Demon Lord Huanxi's voice came from inside, seeming a little helpless.

"Oh, so that's the case, but one of my spiritual artifacts was also stolen by someone. This kind of guy really deserves to die. Next time, I will go to Cangji Yuanzun for a divination."

The cynical young Lang laughed, and at this time several figures galloped towards him, one of them was Ning Qi, the owner of Feixianfang City, Niu Zun Immortal King, whom he had seen in Daoyan Immortal City.

"Cangji Yuanzun can still divination? Is this why Huanxi Mozun knows that Huanxi Mozun is in my hand?"

Ning Qi looked slightly cold.

Cangji Yuanzun first sent Ziyue Yanjun to chase and kill him, and now he plans to use the hands of Huanxi Mozun to kill him. It is too narrow-minded. Ning Qi decided to meet Cangji Yuanzun and ask him if he has the opportunity Is it worth it for the existence of four immortal kings?

Magic gourd of joy?

Is he the Demon Lord of Huanxi?

When the monks in front of the Valley of the Dead heard this, their faces were shocked, and they couldn't believe it. The owner of this divine light elephant was the legendary Huanxi Mozun, the Creator of the Nine Tribulations?

As long as they are the Creator, they all know how terrifying the thunder calamity is. After going through nine consecutive thunder calamities and becoming the Creator of the Nine Tribulations, the strength is beyond their imagination, and between the eighth and the ninth calamity is a threshold. In the realm of the Nine Tribulations, the strength is very different!

At present, some of these creators have practiced for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, but they have never really seen the Nine Tribulations Creator. Unexpectedly, not only did they see it today, but they are also the most famous existence among the Nine Tribulations Creators. Happy Demon Lord!

Then, the guy who can talk so jokingly with Huanxi Mozun must have a terrible background, right?

Everyone looked at the cynical young monk with a hint of fear.

"No, I found that the atmosphere in the Valley of the Dead is a bit different from usual, Xiao Huanxi, you didn't come here because of the arrogant man suppressed by my master, did you?"

The young man looked at Mozun Huanxi with a half-smile.

Huanxi Mozun's expression remained unchanged, he glanced at the Valley of the Dead, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "How dare you? The one in it was the existence that was suppressed by Immortal Emperor Daoyan himself, and now I'm afraid it has been refined by the yin energy here. The corpse king is gone, and this corpse king can't be eaten? What can I do with it?"

"That's true."

Young Lang smiled and nodded, "The taste of zombies is really not very good. I have eaten a little before, and it is still delicious for you humans."

"hehe……"

Huanxi Mozun looked away with a half smile.

The conversation between the two did not avoid the nearby monks at all. Here are all creators with sensitive ears, so after hearing their conversation, there was a look of panic in their eyes. The Immortal Emperor personally suppressed it?

How terrifying!

And that young man called Immortal Emperor Daoyan his master. Could it be that he was the mount that Immortal Emperor Daoyan rode on when he was born?

According to the rumors, it seems to be a donkey!

"Impossible, how is this possible, it is obviously a secret handed down by my Ghost Refining Sect for many years, how could they know, why this happened, how could this corpse king be suppressed by Immortal Emperor Daoyan himself..."

The pair of eyes hidden in the void revealed a hint of confusion and unwillingness.

Wan Long and Yu Jian also looked in disbelief. How could such an extremely secret matter be suddenly revealed by the other party on the spot?

Then, do they still have to complete the task assigned by the suzerain? Under the noses of two top masters with unpredictable abilities, take away the corpse king's order?

"Xiao Huanxi, let me tell you the truth. This time, the master asked me to come here to take away the corpse king's token. I think you already know about it? After so many years of refinement, the once supreme arrogance is now I am afraid that the corpse king is not weaker than you and me, I think you came up with this idea because you lost the magic gourd of joy, and you are afraid that without the magic gourd of joy, you will not be able to defeat Demon Lord Jiuyou in the future?"

The young man said with a half-smile.

Huanxi Mozun's face suddenly darkened, he glanced at him, and then fell silent. Since the other party had already guessed his actions, it would be useless to say anything else.

"The master said that next time if something good falls out of the Immortal Prison, you will be the first to be considered. What's more, your Huanxi Demon Gourd is not impossible to get back. There are arrest warrants for your Huanxi Demon Sect all over the Central Continent. Where can that kid hide? Even if he goes to the Nine Great Desolate Territories and the Three Great Impossible Realms, as long as you find the whereabouts of the Huanxi Demon Gourd, I will come forward to help you tell the Heavenly Gu Yuanzun and the Demon Corpse Yuanzun, and he will come back .”

The young man smiled.

"Thank you."

Huanxi Mozun cupped his hands.

After saying a few words and dispelling Huanxi Mozun's intentions, the young man's eyes flashed a smug look, and then his gaze fell into the void in the distance. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a middle-aged monk, who was stunned and caught in his hand. Can't move.

"Sect Master of the Ghost Refining Sect?"

Huanxi Mozun looked at the middle-aged monk coldly.

"metropolitan?"

Ning Dong'er was shocked and lost her voice.

The expressions of Wan Long and Yu Jian suddenly became extremely ugly.

"The Creator of the Eight Tribulations, dare to covet the corpse king's order?"

The young man smiled.

"Shen Zun, if I know the cause and effect, I will definitely not dare to do this..."

The middle-aged monk said with a wry smile.

"For the sake of your usefulness, I won't kill you this time, just stand aside obediently."

The young man laughed lightly, then let go of his hand.

The middle-aged monk jumped off the Divine Light Elephant with a slumped face, and stood next to Niu Zun Immortal King and others. Normally, no matter where he went as the Creator of the Eight Tribulations, he would be a first-class existence, but now the one is Huanxi Mozun, one is the terrifying mount of Immortal Emperor Daoyan, any one of them can slap him to death, so he can only stand obediently.

Tu Kong and other monks didn't dare to speak out at all. Originally, they just wanted to cross the Valley of the Dead and go to the impasse of death, but the current development of the matter has gone beyond this category.

"Go and stay in my realm of creation for a while."

Ning Qi's voice sounded next to Bu Shaofeng's brother and sister's ears, they were slightly startled, then nodded, and their figures disappeared on the spot.

Time passed day by day, and finally, on the extremely sunny day, everyone's eyes fell on the young man and Huanxi Mozun involuntarily.

"Sect Master of Ghost Refining Sect, since you have already made preparations, let me see your methods now, and help me get the corpse king order?"

The young man looked at the middle-aged monk and smiled slightly.