"...Someone stole my Magic Gourd of Joy some time ago. Cangji Yuanzun calculated for me that this guy is likely to die in a desperate situation, so I came here to take a look..."

After a moment of silence, the voice of the Demon Lord of Joy came from inside, which seemed to be a little helpless.

"Oh, that's it, but one of my spiritual weapons was stolen by someone. This guy deserves to die. Next time I will go to Cangji Yuanzun for a divination."

The cynical young man laughed and said, at this time, several more figures came quickly, one of whom Ning Qi had seen in Daoyan Immortal City, the owner of Feixianfang City, Niu Zun Immortal King.

"Cangji Yuanzun can also do divination? Is this why the Happy Demon Lord knows that the Happy Demon Gourd is in my hand?"

Ning Qi looked slightly cold.

Cangji Yuanzun first sent Zi Yueyanjun to chase him, and now he planned to use the hands of Demon Lord Huanxi to kill him. He was too cautious. Ning Qi decided that if he had a chance, he must go to see Cangji Yuanzun and ask him.

Is it worth it for four Immortal King-level existences?

Happy Demon Gourd!?

Could it be that he is the Demon Lord of Joy!?

When the monks in front of the Valley of the Dead heard these words, their faces suddenly showed a look of shock, with some disbelief. The owner of this divine light elephant was the legendary Demon Lord of Joy, the Creator of the Nine Tribulations!?

Anyone who is a creator knows how terrifying thunder tribulations are. After surviving nine thunder tribulations in a row and becoming a creator of nine tribulations, their strength is beyond their imagination. Moreover, the period between eight tribulations and nine tribulations is a threshold.

In the realm of Nine Tribulations, the strength is extremely different!

Now, some of these creators have been practicing for tens of thousands or even a hundred thousand years, but they have never really seen the Nine Tribulations Creator. Unexpectedly, today I not only saw it, but also a famous existence among the Nine Tribulations Creators, the Demon Lord of Joy!

Then, the guy who can talk to the Demon Lord of Joy in such a joking way must have a terrible background, right?

Everyone looked at the cynical young monk with a hint of fear in their eyes.

"No, I found that the atmosphere in this Valley of the Dead is a little different from usual. Xiao Huanxi, you're not here for the genius inside who was suppressed by my master, are you?"

The young man looked at the Demon Lord of Joy with a half-smile.

Demon Lord Huanxi's expression remained unchanged, and he glanced at the Valley of the Dead, with a smile on his lips: "How dare you? The person inside was the one suppressed by Immortal Emperor Daoyan himself at the time, and now I'm afraid he has been forged by the Yin Qi here.

It’s a corpse king, and it can’t be eaten? What ideas can I have against it?”

"That's true."

The young man smiled and nodded, "The taste of zombies is really not that good. I've had some before, but it tastes better to you humans."

"hehe……"

The Demon Lord of Joy looked away with a smile on his face.

The conversation between the two did not avoid the nearby monks at all. They were all creators with sharp ears. So after hearing their conversation, a look of horror suddenly appeared in their eyes. This existence in the Valley of the Dead was actually killed by Dao Yan.

The Immortal Emperor suppressed it himself!?

How terrifying that is!

Moreover, that young man called Immortal Emperor Daoyan his master. Could it be possible that he was the mount that Immortal Emperor Daoyan was riding on when he was born!?

According to rumors, it seems to be a donkey!

"Impossible, how is this possible? It is obviously a secret passed down by our Ghost Refining Sect for many years. How could they know why this happened? How could this corpse king be suppressed by Daoyan Immortal Emperor himself..."

The pair of eyes hidden in the void revealed a hint of confusion and unwillingness.

Wan Long and Yu Jian also looked in disbelief. How could such an extremely secretive matter be suddenly revealed by the other party on the spot!?

Then, are they going to complete the mission assigned by the sect leader? Take away the Order of the Corpse King under the noses of two top masters with unpredictable powers!?

"Xiao Huanxi, let me tell you plainly, the master asked me to come here this time to take away the Corpse King Token. I believe you already know about this? After so many years of refining, the once supreme genius, now

The Corpse King is probably not weaker than you and me. I think you only came up with this idea because you lost the Magic Gourd of Joy. Are you afraid that without the Magic Gourd of Joy, you won’t be able to defeat the Nine Nether Demon Lord in the future?”

The young man said with a half-smile.

Demon Lord Huanxi's face suddenly darkened, he glanced at him, and then fell silent. Since his actions had been guessed by the other party, it would be useless to say anything.

"Master said that if something good falls out of the Immortal Prison next time, you will be the first to be considered. What's more, it's not like you can't get back your Happy Demon Gourd. There are wanted orders from your Happy Demon Sect all over the Central Continent.

Where can that kid hide? Even if he runs to the nine wilderness areas and the three desperate situations, as long as you know the whereabouts of the Demon Gourd, I will help you tell the Heavenly Gu Yuanzun and the Demonic Corpse Yuanzun, and he will come back.

."

The young man smiled.

"Thank you."

The Demon Lord of Joy cupped his hands.

After a few words, and after dispelling the intention of Demon Lord Huanxi, a trace of pride flashed in the young man's eyes, and then his eyes fell into the void in the distance. He suddenly reached out and grabbed a middle-aged monk, who was stunned and caught in his hand.

Unable to move.

"Master of the Ghost Refining Sect?"

The Demon Lord of Joy looked at the middle-aged monk coldly.

"metropolitan!?"

Ning Donger was shocked and lost her voice.

Wan Long and Yu Jian's expressions suddenly became extremely ugly.

"How dare you covet the Order of the Corpse King even if you are the Creator of Eight Tribulations?"

The young man smiled.

"Honored God, if I knew the cause and effect, I would definitely not dare to do this..."

The middle-aged monk said with a wry smile.

"Seeing that you are still of some use, I won't kill you this time. Just stand aside obediently."

The young man chuckled lightly and then let go of his hand.

The middle-aged monk jumped down from the Divine Light Elephant with a dejected look on his face and stood next to Niu Zun Immortal King and others. Normally, as the Creator of the Eight Tribulations, no matter where he went, he would be a first-class existence. But right now, one of them is

Demon Lord Huanxi, one of them is the terrifying mount of Immortal Emperor Daoyan. Any one of them can kill him with a slap, so he can only stand obediently.

Tu Kong and other monks did not dare to speak out at all. Originally, they just wanted to cross the Valley of the Dead and go to the desperate situation of death, but the current development of things has gone beyond this scope.

"You go and stay in my realm of creation for a while."

Ning Qi's voice rang in the ears of Bu Shaofeng and his sister. They were slightly startled, then nodded and disappeared on the spot.

Time passed day by day, and finally, on a very sunny day, everyone's eyes involuntarily fell on the young man and the Demon Lord Huanxi.

"Master of the Ghost Refining Sect, since you have made preparations before, now let me see your methods and help me get the Corpse King Token?"
Chapter completed!