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, looked at the full moon in the sky, hesitated for a moment, and then black energy surged around his body, heading towards the restriction ahead.

Then, a shocking scene occurred. 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 loud bang.

In the violent collision, the child's body was hit and flew several feet away.

"roar!"

Five feet away, the child stumbled to the ground and roared anxiously.

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 sound of black air surged out, like a stormy sea, covering the sky and the sun.

"boom!"

"boom!"

After a few breaths, deafening collisions rang out again and again in the mutated land. The child Hades finally escaped from the temple, but was restricted by the mutated land and found it difficult to get out for a while.

At the edge of the mutated land, children were frantically bumping against the absolute restraint. Roars and collisions were heard constantly, making the 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 a full moon night. The 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 is really worried about his life, fighting a 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 can ask the old scholar to study it and see if he can draw it as soon as possible."

"Thousand-mile transmission notes?"

In the distance, Kong Qiu 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 a lot of inheritance from the Taoist sect? Is there any record of the thousand-mile transmission of musical notes?"

"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 say to you."

In Yuzhou City, in the backyard of 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 a trembling belly, he gave a polite salute and called,

"I have met the Confucian leader."

"Old Li, stop pretending to be a civilized person, I have something to ask you."

In the military camp, Li Ziye quickly gave instructions, "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 as soon as you find it.

, need it urgently.”

"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 treasure house of Li Mansion.

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 of the treasure house, you will see, in addition to some vulgar gold and silver jewelry, magic weapons and weapons, there are countless antique calligraphy and paintings. Anyway, apart from being expensive, they are of no use.

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, reached out and turned the mechanism on the wall, and opened the secret room behind the stone wall.

The old housekeeper followed beside him, not surprised by the situation in front of him, he had obviously known about it for a long time.

"Old Yao, if you have time, let people clean up this treasure house. Those broken gold bricks are blocking the road." Li Baiwan complained with a little dissatisfaction.

"I understand, sir." The old housekeeper responded respectfully.

The two of them 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 Baiwan still didn't even glance at these magical secrets. He walked to the innermost stone wall and opened the next secret room.

The second secret room was a room full of ancient books piled randomly on the ground like a small mountain, looking like rubbish discarded randomly on the street.

However, after seeing these ancient books, Li Wanwan's expression became solemn and he said, "Start looking for them, work harder, little Ziye is anxious to get them."

"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 passed little by little, and outside, the proud moon was heading west and the rising sun was rising 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, I believe you have all received the warning."

In the secret realm of Suzaku, Old Suzaku looked at the three of them and said seriously, "Netherworld is born."

"There's nothing to say, send people to destroy 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, the leader of the Xuanwu Sect said calmly, "The only solution is to seal them again and use the Four Elephants to Confer Gods Formation. This is the best way."

"Are we coming, or should we let the juniors come?" The leader of the White Tiger Sect hesitated for a moment and asked.

The other three sect leaders all fell silent after hearing this.

Logically speaking, it is the safest way for them to take action, but this wave of underworld is definitely not the strongest wave. If the juniors do not 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.
Chapter completed!