The Himalayas, a land surrounded by mountains.
The great alchemist Xu Tianhua stood in the snow-capped mountains, his hands behind his back, his gaze slowly shifting. As the golden peaks of the snow-capped mountains appeared, Xu Tianhua snapped his fingers.
“Buzz buzz buzz!”
Three streams of spiritual energy crashed into the golden roof, and a thunderclap sounded from the roof. Then the spiritual energy continued to crash, and the Himalayas were enveloped by music.
Amidst this music, a crack suddenly appeared at the foot of the distant mountain. From this crack, a terrifying hand stretched out. This hand was seven or eight meters long. Then, a huge snow monster crawled out from the crack.
Eight snow monsters, in different positions, roaring towards the sky.
“Boom!”
Mountains collapsed and the earth cracked, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Xu Huatian seemed to summon an ancient beast, and countless snowflakes burst out from the mountain stream. The eight-headed snow monster knelt directly on the ground, forming a strange staircase.
Xu Huatian stepped on the step, ignoring the torrent of snowflakes around him.
On the stairs, a figure appeared again.
"Great Alchemist, long time no see!"
Wang Shiliu’s master, Meng Ke, appeared, and behind him, a mysterious place seemed to appear, Shambhala.
Xu Huatian looked at Meng Ke, then said calmly: "This is not the land of Kunpeng Ancient Sect, what are you and I doing here?"
Mencius stood on the steps, and they slowly began to float, moving slowly across the summit of the Snow Mountain. The steps seemed alive, for they were made of snow monsters.
Running in the snow, no one could check the breath of Xu Huatian and Meng Ke.
"Master, why didn't he die?"
Meng Ke's eyes were clear. As Zhu Kunpeng's first disciple, Meng Ke had followed Zhu Kunpeng for hundreds of years. During these hundreds of years, Meng Ke had obtained many resources and he already felt that he was a god.
Even Mencius mastered the secret realm of Shambhala.
"Why do you think?"
Xu Huatian looked at Meng Ke instead, which made Meng Ke's pupils shrink. He said unhappily: "I asked you, but you asked me instead, why did all the Xuanyuan family die when I asked you to kill Ye Tian."
The steps stopped moving again. The snow-capped mountains around them were within reach, and one could even see some terrifying ice corpses inside the glacier.
"If you ask me to kill, will I kill?"
"Even Zhu Kunpeng wouldn't dare to talk to me like that, right?"
"Is it amazing that I can activate the Jiuzhou Ding?"
Xu Huatian was also a ruthless person, a Taoist descendant, who had cultivated himself from the mortal world. Just based on this, he was not comparable to Zhu Kunpeng who had escaped from the secret realm.
When Meng Ke heard Xu Huatian say this, he said unhappily, "That's what we agreed on."
"Okay, I came to see you this time just to ask you to tell your master."
"Shang Zi, still alive!"
"You, what did you say?"
Meng Ke was stunned for a moment. He also knew the name Shang Zi. She was the woman who appeared from the secret realm of Longwang Mountain and almost killed Zhu Kunpeng.
Fortunately, the Kunpeng Ancient Sect was hidden too deeply, and the Five Finger Alliance had connections with the West, so Shang Zi was "killed". Unexpectedly, Shang Zi did not die.
"Behind Ye Tian is Shang Zi!"
"Oh My God!"
Meng Ke's face changed. So this is what was going on.
"Wait a minute, how is it possible? We have deduced that Shang Zi is not in this world, so how could Ye Tian be Shang Zi's apprentice?"
"That's your deduction, Meng Ke. I don't care about that. Where is Zhu Kunpeng?"
Xu Huatian wanted to find out where Zhu Kunpeng was and where the Jiuzhou Ding was.
Meng Ke suppressed his irritation and walked up the steps to the top of the snow again.
"Master, there's no need to be so anxious. The Sect Master is naturally cultivating the Jiuzhou Ding and will soon be finished. We are faster than we were in the secret realm. When the time comes, we will enter Jiuzhou together. That is the real world."
"How many people can enter one Jiuzhou Ding?"
"What?"
Mencius was stunned by this answer.
Xu Huatian looked at Meng Ke with disdain and whispered, "It seems he's hiding this from you too. You've been telling me so much, but it turns out you don't understand the Jiuzhou Ding either."
"Meng Ke, your apprentice is dead. If you want revenge, I can help you. But we should inquire clearly about how many people can be brought into the Jiuzhou Ding."
Xu Huatian was also trying to sow discord between Meng Ke and Kunpeng Ancient Sect. This sentence made Meng Ke's face change.
"Master, wait for my news!"
"I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer!"
"Also, Dragon King Mountain cannot fall into Shang Zi's hands. Once she releases the people in the secret realm, we will be in trouble."
"Ye Tian must die!"
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