Among them, a figure with an unsightly expression spoke.
"How are we supposed to explain this to the Princess Consort..."
The figure with purple eyes, standing with hands behind his back, gazed at the boundless rushing Nine Dragons River.
The Eight-Ard Prison Lotus Wrathful Third Prince's Sinister Temple?
A temple held in high regard by both King of Quelling Chaos Ji Molie and the Dragon God...
It seems there are indeed so mystical aspects to it.
Even the Princess Consort, despite losing her son, wouldn't dare to co here...
The towering figure, with purple hair billowing, had his mirror-like purple pupils flicker.
He shook his head gently.
"No matter..."
"Let us intercept those coming from Qian Yuan Divine Sect to Dao City, and let the Hunting God Pavilion and the Corpse God Cult give them a proper welco."
"Just a Jiao Shaoqiu, I really want to see how he can withstand the fury of the Hunting God Pavilion and Corpse God Cult."
"In the Golden Light Prefecture region, we... if we can avoid taking action, we will."
As he finished speaking.
The young man with purple eyes laughed out loud.
His crane robe exploded, his body suddenly twisted and bulged, and countless fine scales erged.
The whole person transford into a dancing jiao dragon and burrowed into the Nine Dragons River.
The remaining few figures also transford into the true forms of jiao pythons, following him into the river.
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...
The waters of the Nine Dragons River roared furiously, with splashing water scattering endlessly.
At the city gate.
Jiao Shaoqiu had Nie Yang stop the carriage.
Flinging open the curtain, the cold wind poured in, fluttering the antique robes.
"The people from the Underworld... haven't co yet?"
A flicker of doubt flashed across Jiao Shaoqiu's wizened face.
Suddenly.
He looked into the distance.
He saw, on a thickly snow-covered tree a hundred yards off the main road—
a figure in a hat and billowing black robe, holding a slender three-foot long chanism with red barrels.
Perhaps sensing Jiao Shaoqiu's gaze, the figure raised its head to reveal a mask of a horse face.
"The Underworld... Horse Face."
Jiao Shaoqiu squinted his eyes.
Then, he suddenly looked up.
His powerful Divine Sense surged into the sky, only to find that higher up at a thousand feet, among the leaden clouds, a blood cloud was tumbling.
Above the blood cloud, a figure lay lazily.
Twirling a golden-red long staff, wearing a mask of a carefree Divine Monkey.
"The Underworld, Divine Monkey!"
And...
Jiao Shaoqiu turned his head toward the side of the road, into the dense forest, where two almost imperceptible figures were slowly pacing.
One black and one white.
Li Qingshan had inford Jiao Shaoqiu that these were the Underworld's new mbers... Black and White Impermanence.
"And the Bull Demon?"
Jiao Shaoqiu murmured softly.
However, his Primordial Spirit did not locate the Bull Demon's position.
Despite not knowing the Bull Demon's whereabouts...
Jiao Shaoqiu had an intuition that the Bull Demon...
was always there!
Now that he knew the Underworld had already taken action, he felt so consolation.
Jiao Shaoqiu let the curtain fall, his withered, wood-like face filled with gravity.
Once out of Golden Light Prefecture.
He fully activated his Primordial Spirit, the golden dazzling Primordial Spirit sweeping and alerting all around.
For, once out of the Mansion City.
The danger...
would truly begin.
"Ji Haihui's Dragon Maiden mother, the Corpse God Cult, the Hunting God Pavilion..."
"This journey won't be calm."
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The carriage moved slowly along, the convoy orderly making its way on the main road, like a long dragon winding forward.
Li Qingshan watched the drifting snow outside the carriage window.
He held a cat face mask in his hands, always ready.
His body was slightly agitated.
For he knew that the fierce creatures of the Underworld were escorting nearby.
The Underworld had accepted Jiao Shaoqiu's escort task, allowing Jiao Shaoqiu, who had once achieved a Golden Body Transformation, to choose issuing such a task.
It was enough to indicate that the journey to Dao City was far from safe.
Therefore, Li Qingshan guessed there would be plenty of opportunities to join his colleagues from the Underworld in action.
The mont combat erupted, Li Qingshan would imdiately don the cat face mask and join the battle!
He was always ready!
How could the loving family of the Underworld be complete without his cat face?!
This ti...
Li Qingshan would not miss out!
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...
Li Che had his own separate carriage.
Used for practicing Wood Carving, as he needed to attempt the Divine Carving Ridge Elder's assessnt upon arriving in Dao City.
Hence everyone knew, and thus, nobody disturbed him.
The charcoal stove burned, heating the spacious carriage interior to a spring-like warmth.
The carriage wheels turned, yet the inside was very quiet, as the three major Noble Families were great at enjoying such monts.
Leaning back in the seat,
Li Che tapped his fingers lightly against the carriage wall.
He sensed Jiao Shaoqiu's tense expansion enveloping the entire convoy with his Primordial Spirit.
Seated cross-legged, Li Che quietly closed his eyes.
Holding his breath and concentrating.
No sooner had the convoy left about ten miles from Golden Light Prefecture City,
than Li Che felt a series of intense pulsations within his chest as the Dao Fruits violently throbbed.
His eyes opening and closing, a grim expression erged on Li Che's face.
Raising his hand to his brow, he gently slid his finger down.
Flesh parted, revealing the Star Plucking Pupil!
Buzz—!
A Heaven and Earth Chessboard suddenly soared into the sky, hovering above the convoy, and with a rumble expanded as it spun...
Growing against the wind!
Ten yards, a hundred yards!
Ten miles, a hundred miles!
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