Chapter 980 Unable to Stand Up
Aunt Luan readily sent someone to deliver the magic weapon. Ye Xiaoman thanked her and took a look at it. It was a beautifully carved bronze mirror. With the help of Aunt Luan, she activated the cloud talisman on it.
The mirror flashed, reflecting the location of Zhuchuideng.
Zhu Chuideng was locked in a small world, surrounded by layers of green mountain shadows. Every mountain had a human face in every direction, which looked very strange.
A bronze tripod was set up in front of Zhuchuideng, with a fire made of human bones underneath, and a pair of white-bearded old men and women were cooking in the pot.
The old man and the old woman were jumping in the hot bath, shouting incomprehensible sounds, and commanding the mountains to attack Zhuchuideng. The scene looked very strange.
Countless terrifying and incomprehensible spells are swirling in the small world, and monks with lower cultivation will go crazy at the sight of them.
Aunt Luan laughed and said, "The Ghost Lord is so powerful that he actually intends to refine the mountain spirit of Ailao Ancient Mountain. This is an unprecedented attempt that will never be repeated."
Zhu Chuideng heard their voices and looked up at the sky.
A small mirror flew down from the sky and Zhu Chuideng caught it. He saw Ye Xiaoman on the other side of the mirror, surrounded by the Demon King's family. Sitting on a chair in the distance, Jing Zhui looked over with an unhappy look.
Ye Xiaoman happily shouted to Zhuchuideng: "Uncle Deng!"
Zhu Chuideng was stunned, his mind was in turmoil, and his spells were messed up.
The old woman and old man trapped in the pot took the opportunity to jump out of the pot. They turned into two extremely majestic mountains, grew two arms, and cursed loudly. They picked up Zhuchuideng and threw it out of the territory of Ailao Ancient Mountain.
Zhu Chuideng's environment changed in an instant. He rolled down the hillside and finally fell into a wasteland covered with fallen leaves. During the whole process, he held Ye Xiaoman's mirror tightly in his arms.
Zhu Chuideng coughed a few times, sat up from the thick pile of fallen leaves, sat cross-legged, and did not care about the fallen leaves on his head. He quickly lowered his head to look at the mirror in his hand.
Ye Xiaoman pressed her face against the mirror, like a magnified bun, and shouted again, "Are you okay, uncle?"
Zhu Chuideng was a man of very steady temperament. Unlike other young people who would jump and cry when they suddenly saw Ye Xiaoman resurrected, he just looked at Ye Xiaoman carefully, then nodded and said kindly, "It's good that you woke up."
His thoughts suddenly became a little slow. After thinking for a while, he took out Ye Xiaoman's natal lamp from his arms. He wiped the lotus lamp every day and it was shining. He could immediately sense any changes in Ye Xiaoman's situation.
During this period of time, I was afraid of exposing my weaknesses in the battle with the mountain spirit, so I didn't dare to take it out for viewing. Now I look at it again, the previously weak little bean flame has turned into a healthy big flame. Ye Xiaoman is indeed getting better.
The wind blew, and the fireworks danced. Zhu Chuideng, on the other hand, protected them tightly with his palms: "It has been nine years, seven months, and three days. My little girl, you finally..."
Zhu Chuideng quickly placed his natal lamp on his chest.
Ye Xiaoman smiled: "Uncle, why are you still sitting there? The ground is dirty."
Seeing his tired expression, Ye Xiaoman smiled and said, "I'm fine now. I'm telling you, don't run around for me anymore. You look tired. Eat something and take a rest first."
Zhu Chuideng touched the shadow in Ye Xiaoman's mirror with his fingertips, his movements as light as if he was touching his most beloved treasure.
He looked at Ye Xiaoman's familiar smiling face and felt as if he were in another world. The man's handsome face smiled along with hers.
"I can't get up."
It was as if the stone that had been weighing him down had disappeared. After the man who had been running had unloaded the heavy burden, he suddenly lost all his strength. Only then did he realize that his feet were so sore after years of running around that he could not lift them.
He met Ye Xiaoman's sparkling eyes and repeated, "Really."
He carefully suspended the mirror in front of him, as if afraid that his rough hands and feet would damage the mirror.
He lowered his elbows to his knees, remembering that Ye Xiaoman had just said that he looked bad, and raised his hands to rub his face. He grabbed the hair on both sides of his head with both hands, looked at her, and smiled at her ingratiatingly.
He forgot that other people were there. In fact, he didn't care who was looking at him now. He forgot about his stability, maturity or status, and only had eyes for Ye Xiaoman.
He wanted to go to Ye Xiaoman right now, so he tried to stand up.
But every time he got up, he fell down, and then he got up again and fell down again.
Finally, he fell to the ground and asked Ye Xiaoman: "Am I too embarrassed?"
Ye Xiaoman sighed: "Uncle, you are like a very stupid bear now."
Zhu Chuideng imitated her sighing, "What should I do now? I really want to see you right now, even if I have to crawl to you."
Ye Xiaoman was flattered by his loyal servant's appearance. She said happily, "Don't force yourself. First, cultivate your spiritual energy. I'm in the demon world. It will take you several months to get from there to me and back."
She thought for a moment and said, "Unless you can tear through time and space like Jing Zhui, but you are very weak now and cannot perform such advanced magic."
Zhu Chuideng finally turned his gaze to Aunt Luan.
"Yue Zun, I want to open the underworld. Can you temporarily open the demon world barrier and let me pass?"
Aunt Luan and Yue's father were stunned on the side. When Aunt Luan saw the look in Zhu Chuideng's eyes when she looked at Ye Xiaoman, she understood instantly. Lingyan fell from her mouth. It was over, it was over. Yue Mushan's position would be pushed back.
Aunt Luan was too shocked to think too much and could only answer instinctively, "How can I disagree?"
Zhu Chuideng smiled and said, "If you don't agree, I can only force my way through."
Aunt Luan sighed: "If the Ghost Master wants to come as a guest, then come."
She opened a passage through the barrier of the demon world.
Zhu Chuideng lay on the ground, veins bulging on the back of his hands, but his voice remained steady.
"The Eight Ghost Kings have returned to their positions, and have mobilized 100,000 ghost soldiers to clear the way and build a path to the underworld for me."
"Anyone who stands in my way, be it a demon, ghost, human, immortal or god, will be killed without mercy."
After Zhu Chuideng finished speaking, all the ghost kings and ghost soldiers were mobilized by him and appeared in front of him, exhausted. Each of them carried bricks and construction tools on their shoulders, and in an instant they filled the entire ground with standing people.
Before Ye Xiaoman had time to see whether the ghost soldiers had really built a road to the demon world, the magic mirror's usage time ended and it went dark.
Yue Mushan embraced Ye Xiaoman and said, "Sister, the Ghost Master is fine. Don't worry."
Aunt Luan said, "The Ghost Lord has mobilized so many troops and troops to build the underworld road for him. He has immediately shortened the four-month journey. You just have to be patient and wait. He will arrive in seven days."
A stone in Ye Xiaoman's heart finally fell.
There has been progress in building Chuideng, and there are new developments in Ji Wenyi, Ji Weiming and Jiaying.
The small dark room was opened by his men, and their confinement was over.
Ji Wenyi stood up and hurried out of the dark room with Ji Weiming. As he did so, he begged Aunt Luan, "Moon Lord, please open a transmission channel for my Divine Realm as well."
Jiaying had already started running, his clothes in his hands. He said, "Yue Zun, I want to go too."
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