The runes on the teleportation altar suddenly lit up, and the bright light, like stars, shone at the bottom of the dim Pearl Mountain.
Seeing this scene, Ye Qiu became energetic.
"Boss, this is..." Wu Qianfan asked in surprise.
"The people from the Nether Tribe are about to come out." Ye Qiu's eyes flashed with a sharp look and he said, "I didn't expect that we are so lucky."
"Hahaha, it seems that waiting and waiting really works." Master Changmei said with a smile, his face was not panic at all, but full of expectation.
Ye Qiu stood up, stared at the teleportation altar, pondered for a moment, and said, "Let's go out."
"Get out?" Master Changmei said, "The people from the Nether Clan are coming. What are we going to do? Wouldn't it be better to stay here and catch them all in one go?"
Ye Qiu said: "Two peerless saint king-level elders from the Nether Clan died, and those who come back will definitely not be weaker than them."
"The space here is limited. Once we fight, the sky will collapse and the earth will fall apart. It will be bad if the teleportation altar is destroyed. After all, this is the passage to the Underworld."
"Let's go out first and wait until they get out before we take action."
Wu Qianfan nodded and said: "What the boss said makes sense, this teleportation altar cannot be destroyed."
"Then get out!" Changmeizhen said.
At that moment, the three people left the place and came to the outside of Mingzhu Mountain.
"Old man, set up the formation." Ye Qiu said: "Today we are going to sing "Catching Turtles in an Urn" to the Nether Clan, so that they will not be able to escape."
"Understood." Master Changmei responded and immediately set up dozens of killing arrays around Mingzhu Mountain.
Wu Qianfan was not idle either. He mobilized all the imperial troops in the city and surrounded Mingzhu Mountain.
It's still unclear how many people from the Nether Clan have come, so Ye Qiu is a little worried, so he quietly sets up the Immortal Killing Sword Formation, trying to be foolproof.
After doing all this.
Master Changmei said regretfully: "It's a pity that the sky-gazing mirror is destroyed. Otherwise, we could stay here and observe the situation in the cave."
"Don't worry, I've already prepared." After Ye Qiu finished speaking, he waved his hand.
Suddenly, a "pop" sound sounded in the air, like ripples of water swaying.
In the blink of an eye, a mirror-like circle of light appeared in front of them.
A picture appeared in the aperture, which was the picture of the Teleportation Altar under Mingzhu Mountain.
It's like a real-time monitoring.
"Hey, this is a bit like a Taoist method." Master Changmei asked with surprise on his face: "Little bastard, how did you do it?"
Ye Qiu smiled slightly: "Secret."
Hum, pretending to beep.
Immediately afterwards, they restrained their breath, like three hunters, quietly waiting for the appearance of their prey.
Time passes minute by minute.
The light of the teleportation altar is getting brighter and brighter, and the runes are flowing faster and faster, as if a powerful force is coming from another world.
Suddenly, there was a strong light, and a crack appeared on the huge pearl.
Even though they were far apart, Ye Qiu and the others seemed to feel a cold and evil aura coming towards their faces. This feeling was very real.
"It's coming out!"
Ye Qiu and the others immediately alerted themselves and stared at the picture in the aperture with burning eyes.
I saw the cracks in the pearl getting bigger and bigger, and streams of gray mist poured out from it, filling the bottom of the entire Pearl Mountain.
Immediately afterwards, a figure stepped out of the crack.
He was an old man with a stout figure, wearing a black robe, with ice-blue eyes, and an extraordinary aura. It seemed that his status in the Hades was not low.
"Haha, I finally came to the world of cultivation!"
The old man laughed wildly, his voice hoarse and weird, like a demon from hell.
This person is none other than the eighth elder of the Nether Clan.
Immediately afterwards, another short old man walked out of the pearl crack.
He was wearing a gray robe, with a shriveled face, but his eyes were extremely bright, shining with a cunning light. At first glance, he looked like a sinister character.
"Hey, old man, how do you feel?" the short old man asked.
The Eighth Elder closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said: "The world of cultivation is so wonderful, even the air is sweet. Now I finally understand why Emperor Hades wanted to rule the world of cultivation."
"Hahaha, since we are here, we must have a good fight and not let down His Highness the Crown Prince's expectations." The short old man said with a grin.
The Eighth Elder said: "Seventh Brother, we must handle the few things His Highness the Crown Prince has told us. Otherwise, even if His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't reprimand us, we won't have the face to face everyone after we go back."
"Well, you are right." The Seventh Elder said: "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has told you a few things. Lao Ba, which one do you think we should do first?"
The eighth elder replied without thinking: "Of course we are investigating the truth behind the death of Lao Jiu and Lao Ten."
"I think this matter can be investigated later. The first thing to do is to find her." The seventh elder said: "To put it bluntly, Lao Jiu and Lao Ten are dead. In fact, His Highness the Crown Prince doesn't care what happened to them.
Dead."
"And she is the key to opening the door to the underworld."
"If we can't bring her back, His Highness the Crown Prince will never forgive us easily."
"On the contrary, as long as we bring her back, His Highness the Crown Prince will reward us even if we fail to complete the other tasks."
The Eighth Elder nodded: "Brother Seven, you are right. Finding her is the most important thing."
Outside.
Master Changmei asked: "Who is he (she) mentioned by those two old guys?"
"I don't know." Ye Qiu said: "It seems that we have to capture them to know."
Inside the cave.
The seventh elder changed his voice and said: "However, since we are here, it is time to let those in the world of cultivation know how powerful our Nether Clan is!"
The seventh elder grinned, his voice sharp and harsh, like the cry of a night owl.
The Eighth Elder laughed, patted the Seventh Elder on the shoulder, and said, "That's natural. We, the Nether Clan, have been silent for too long. It's time to make those guys in the world of cultivation tremble... Hey, what a rich smell of meat."
Having said this, the eighth elder looked around and instantly saw the flesh and bones on the ground, as well as the killed beasts of the Underworld.
The eighth elder's eyes widened: "That's the ferocious beast of our Nether Clan."
The Seventh Elder stepped forward, checked it out, and said, "Strange, why did the vicious beast of our Nether Clan die?"
"Obviously you were killed by someone." The eighth elder cursed in a cold voice: "You bastard, you dare to kill the ferocious beast of our Nether Tribe. Huh, don't let me find you, otherwise I will have to skin you."
"Your grandpa is right here, come and find me if you dare!" Master Longmei scolded outside.
"Okay, let's go out!" The seventh elder said with a ferocious smile: "The world of cultivation is destined to tremble because of our arrival."
Chapter completed!