Do Not Seek Fairy Fate

Chapter 771 Preparation

Wu Jian Gui Fang is well informed, and has some unexplainable relationship with the secret guards of the Kingdom of Shang, so naturally he knows a lot of news.

Not only the country of Shang.

There are few people who do not know the secrets of the vast underworld.

Especially the news that only circulated at the top, even if King Lu didn't know about it, Wu Jiang Gui Fang knew it all.

Mo Qiu wanted to ask for advice, and Mr. Xiang had no intention of concealing it, which also gave him a lot of understanding of the situation of the top masters in the underworld.

Especially Jiuchongtian!

"Underworld cultivator, after advanced to the late stage of Ghost King, anyone who wants to go further will go to the Nine Heavens."

Say to Mr.

"However, there are many dangers in the Nine Heavens. Even if such a master enters, he will still survive. Once he enters the outer domain, he will never be able to return."

"So the ghosts outside know very little about the situation inside."

After thinking about it, he continued:

"It is said that..."

"Jiuzhongtian is the remains of Jianmu."

"Jianmu remains?" Mo Qiu frowned:

"The rumored Jianmu?"

"Not bad!" Mr. Xiang nodded:

"In ancient times, there were five great sacred trees, each of which had the power to reach the heavens. Jianmu is rooted in thousands of worlds. Its size is infinite, its height is endless, and its life span is endless. It is also the only way for ordinary people to enter the heaven."

"It's a pity that even this kind of existence is hard to escape under the great calamity of the ancient times. Part of the broken remains turned into the Nine Heavens leading to the outer domain."

"Of course, this is just a rumor. Xiang has never been to Jiuchongtian, so it's just heard."

"So that's how it is..." Mo Qiu pondered, and nodded slowly:

"A Jiazi..."

"Report!"

At this time, a cry came from outside the hall:

"See you from the Hu family!"

One person and one ghost settled down, sitting upright and looking down.

The ghost that entered the temple had a strange face, with a pair of fish gills on its cheeks, cloudy eyes, and a head that looked three parts like a human and seven parts like a fish.

The Hu family is originally a ghost clan in the water, so it is not surprising to have this appearance.

When a ghost enters the room, he said in a respectful voice:

"Hu Nan, I have met Taoist Mo and Mr. Xiang."

Mo Qiu nodded and said, "Have you ever brought something?"

"Something?" Hu Nan fish gills trembled, said:

"Mo Daoist, the water of the Santu River is related to the inheritance of my Hu family's bloodline. It is really difficult to get it out, and there are only a few drops left. It is useless for the Daoist to get it."

"It's better..."

"Our Hu's family exchanged for other things?"

"Huh?" Mo Qiu raised his eyebrows:

"I remember that Mo Mou said it seven days ago. If you want the Hu family to be safe and sound, you can hand over the things, and the head of your family also agreed."

"how?"

He has a half-smile:

"The Hu family wants to go back on their word?"

"Mo Daoist!" Hu Nan bowed his hands solemnly:

"The Hu family belongs to the powerful family of King Zhao. There are several ghost kings and millions of ghost soldiers. We are willing to give up our hands and surrender. Is Mo Daoist still going to force us to do so?"

"Taking away the Santu River water will break the roots of our Hu family!"

"By doing this, King Lu won't be afraid of the hearts of hundreds of millions of ghosts in King Zhao's realm?"

Hu Nan had a serious face, his voice was sonorous and powerful, his eyes were looking straight at him, his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, and he showed no fear when facing Mo Qiu.

He has the guts to do so.

Not only because he already has the strength of the ghost king, but also because the Hu family was the first Zhaowang family to announce their surrender to King Lu.

King Lu promised to treat him generously.

If things are done absolutely, it will definitely add a lot of trouble to subdue the ghosts in King Zhao Realm.

"Well……"

Seeing this, Mo Qiu nodded slowly:

"I see."

Hu Nan's face showed joy:

"The Taoist promised..."

"Peng!"

Before he finished speaking, a huge force fell out of thin air, penetrating into the ghost's body like billions of silk threads, and then exploded in the body.

There was a loud bang.

Hu Nan was shaken into blood foam all over the ground.

A ghost king died right away.

Mo Qiu withdrew his palm expressionlessly, the saber intent that exploded on his body quietly subsided, and waved towards the ghost guard outside the hall expressionlessly:

"Clean it up and ask the Hu family to send another one over."

"yes!"

Outside the hall, the two ghost guards tensed up, their faces were pale, they responded in a low voice, and hurried inside to clean up the dirt.

On the side, Mr. Xiang's eyes narrowed slightly, and a look of surprise flashed in his eyes.

The saber intent erupted on Mo Qiu just now, even he is still terrified.

A ghost king doesn't even have a chance to evade. It's unbelievable that such a terrifying sword intent can be retracted freely.

No wonder...

It's no wonder that Master Mo was able to kill Yunlei and Liuyu with a mere mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, and became the Lord's reliance.

pity.

Too strong, but aroused the Lord's vigilance.

…………

After this incident, the Hu family didn't make any troubles again, and the Patriarch of the Hu family personally came forward the next day and brought water from the Santu River.

Mo Qiu bought the river water, walked around Zhao Wang's mansion, and hurried back to Shangqing Xuanyou Dongtian.

Then he returned to Taiyizong.

"The elixir needed to refine the Jiuqiao Golden Pill is complete, and the next step is to refine it for seventy-seven forty-nine years, so there is no rush."

Cai Zhenren put away the elixir and said:

"However, this pill has never been refined for millions of years, so it is still a matter of whether it will be successful or not, and it may be empty for forty-nine years."

"Don't beg..."

"You'd better be mentally prepared."

"I understand." Mo Qiu nodded:

"Next, it's time for Senior Lao."

"Refining this elixir is also very helpful to my Golden Crow's method. Speaking of it, I took advantage of it, so it can't be considered exhausting." Cai Zhenren waved his hand, and his face became serious again:

"Are you really determined to venture into the Ninth Heaven?"

Mo Qiu showed his face and pondered, paused and said:

"Forcibly breaking into the ancestral temple, ten deaths and no life, intercepting and killing the holy master of the ancestral temple in Jiuchongtian, there is still some hope, Mo has no choice."

"You..." Cai Zhenren's eyes were complicated, he hesitated to speak, and he sighed helplessly after a long time, saying:

"Do you know that once you leave, you may never come back?"

"The junior understands."

"What will Quanzhen Dao do after you leave?" Cai Zhenren said:

"This is what the Sovereign asked me to ask."

"Quanzhen Tao..." Mo Qiu's eyes flickered, and his expression changed slightly.

He once established the Quanzhen Taoism, but he did it at will, never thought that the current Quanzhen Taoism has developed into this appearance.

It has many benefits for him.

But it has also become an inescapable bondage of cause and effect.

"There are only two passages between the Xuanyou Cave of the Shangqing and the underworld, one of which is narrow and difficult to walk, and it is unlikely that ghosts will break in."

"Even if there is, it is difficult to achieve."

"The other place is suppressed by a large Yin-Yang formation, which contains more than a dozen top-quality ghost soldiers and magic weapons that I have acquired over the years, which are enough to suppress the later existence of ghost kings."

"The Dao soldiers of the Quanzhen Dao have barely become popular now."

"Besides, I still have sixty years. During this period, Quanzhen Dao disciples will also improve. It should be no problem to have more golden cores."

"But." Cai Zhenren said:

"Only Nascent Soul can suppress Yimai."

"No problem." Mo Qiu said:

"Xiaobai will stay."

Xiaobai's strength does not have to be much inferior to the monks in the middle stage of the Ghost King and the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, and even to some extent comparable to the monks in the later stage.

Cai Zhenren was silent.

He could see that Mo Qiu had made up his mind to go, and no matter how much he persuaded him, he would not change his mind.

metropolitan!

I'm afraid I won't be able to complete the task you entrusted to me.