Chapter 135 Red Boy Asks for Subscription

  "Old Ox, it's been two hundred years and yet no news has come from Old Seventh. Has he fallen victim to the poisonous hands of Ling Shan?" The Jiao Demon King said with a worried expression to the Ox Demon King.

  The Bull Demon King pondered for a moment and said, "The Earthly Realm does not allow the powerful ones from the Daluo Golden Immortal Realm to take action. With Old Seventh's strength, even if the Taizhen Golden Immortal were to take action, they could exchange blows for two or three rounds. These past 200 years have been unusually calm within the Three Realms, and we haven't received any news, so Old Seventh should be fine."

  Jiaomo Wang also thought it made sense. Lei Hao's strength was something he had witnessed with his own eyes, and even Pu Xian, a veteran of the Taiyi True Immortal Realm, had fallen at his hands. Therefore, even if a strong cultivator from the Taiyi Heavenly Immortal Realm were to take action, Lei Hao might not be able to defeat them, but escaping should not be a problem.

  "That Old Seventh must still have some unfinished business, let's not bother him for now. As for Old Eighth, it's been decades since we last visited, let's find a time to go to the Five Elements Mountain with our five brothers and accompany Old Eighth in drinking and feasting for a few days?" The Jiaomang King said after a pause.

  The Bull Demon King nodded and said, "The Holy Infant has been clamoring to see his seventh uncle and eighth uncle. Since Old Seven is not here, let him meet Old Eight instead, so as to avoid future misunderstandings. Let's bring the Holy Infant along this time."

  The Demon King's face immediately rose with a hint of helplessness, saying: "You're not unaware of Shengying's personality, and following Tongfeng and Qushen has already made him so mischievous. If he goes to see that unruly monkey, won't he come back and dismantle this entire Ji Lei Mountain?"

  The Bull Demon King burst out laughing and waved his hand, saying: "Let him dismantle it, a mere Mount of Accumulated Thunder, I, the old bull, don't even put it in my eyes."

  At this time, at the foot of Julai Mountain, a child wearing a red bellyband and red silk pants, with a silver necklace around his neck, looking only three or four feet tall, was playing with several small demons in the inner dan realm.

  "You rascal! You pretend to be Manjusri, and I'll pretend to be your seventh uncle!" The young boy shouted at a small cow demon in a milky voice.

  That little cow demon heard this, his body shook, and he couldn't help but bow down and beg: "Little Great King, I'm not very good at playing Manjusri, but please don't set fire to it, if you do, I'll be reduced to ashes." The other little demons looked at him with sympathetic eyes, clearly this role of Manjusri Bodhisattva was no easy task.

  The child impatiently waved his hand, and a small silver spear of only seven or eight feet appeared in his hand. He shook the spearhead and pointed at the little cow demon: "You're called to pretend, why so much nonsense! Halt, Wénshū thief, don't run, take this spear from me, Great Sage!" After speaking, the child swung the silver spear in his hand and pounced on the little demon.

  Although the child is young and not tall, he has achieved the inner elixir realm and the silver spear in his hand is not something that an ordinary inner elixir realm calf demon can withstand. Moreover, the silver spear in his hand is a powerful and versatile divine weapon!

  That little cow demon accompanied the young ancestor every day, naturally knowing what was heavy and light. Seeing the child's gun momentum whizzing continuously, he knew that the young ancestor was playing with enthusiasm and didn't hold back. Immediately, like a fire burning his buttocks, he brought a trail of smoke and dust surrounding the child, constantly turning around to avoid the child's strong momentum, but also not daring to run too far and provoke the young master's displeasure.

  The child stabbed more than a dozen times, all of which were empty, and immediately became somewhat unhappy. He threw the silver spear in his hand to the ground with a huff. His small hands heavily pounded his nose several times.

  The several little monsters who were just gloating with a lucky calamity were greatly shocked, and hastily cried out in loud voices: "Young Great King, you can't do that! You can't set fires..."

  It's too late now. The child punched his nose a few times, then opened his mouth and spat out a several-meter-long fire snake, which rolled towards the small monsters.

  Several small monsters closed their eyes in despair, secretly thinking to themselves: "It's all over." They were well aware of the immense power of this fire. A few years ago, a certain Tianxian Dajunling had somehow displeased this young ancestor and was almost burned to death by him. If it weren't for the timely arrival of the Second Great King, who spat out a mouthful of water to extinguish the flames, that Tianxian Dajunling would not have survived. Even now, all the Tianxian and Dixian Junlings in the mountain would go out of their way to avoid this young ancestor.

  Just as the fire snake spat out by Tongzi had rushed to within a few inches of several small monsters, it suddenly flew upwards at a 90-degree angle, flying over several small monsters and into the hands of a white-clothed man standing under a large tree wearing a bamboo hat. The fire snake in the white-clothed man's hand was like a tame pet, constantly turning around his fingers.

  The little boy immediately became furious, with his hands on his hips and a scowl on his face, he shouted: "You monster, how dare you take the Three Realms True Fire of the Great Sage? Do you know who my father is, my second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle, sixth uncle, seventh uncle, eighth uncle?"

  The man in white heard this and couldn't help but burst out laughing. He said with a smile: "I really didn't know that!"

  The child heard this and a look of disdain appeared on his face, saying with contempt: "This great saint thought that the mountain's formidable character was just a country yokel who had just come out of the mountains. You stand firm for this great saint, don't be so scared that you wet your pants! This great saint won't say anything else, but this great saint will say one person, even ignorant monsters know, that is this great saint's seventh uncle: Wan Jun Great Saint Lei Hao! How about it? Are you scared? If you're scared, quickly return the three flavors of true fire to this great saint and play with this great saint for a few more days. This great saint will spare your life."

  The man in white listened and laughed so hard that he took off his bamboo hat, revealing the face underneath.

  All that could be seen was the white-clad person's face with a pair of sword-like eyebrows, under which were a pair of bright phoenix eyes filled with smiling intent, gazing at the child. The bridge of his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips seemed to add a few strands of firmness to his appearance, making him look like a handsome young man.

  The white-clad man's face had a hint of wind and frost, with a short beard around his lips and chin, and his eyes were shrouded in fatigue that even the tobacco couldn't conceal. Amidst his long hair, there were even a few strands of white hair. Although the white-clad man was smiling at the child, the several Inner Dan calves still sensed a sorrow as if their brother had died in battle.

  "Old Flower, don't you think this demon looks a bit familiar?" One of the little demons, a bear demon, poked the cow demon beside him.

  "I also feel familiar, but I thought about it for half a day and couldn't remember. What's up, Grey Bear, do you also feel familiar?" The bear demon turned his head to the cow demon and said in a low voice.

  The cow demon nodded and gazed intently at the white-clad person in front of him, carefully recalling.

  The man in white robes smiled and asked the child, "Do you know who I am?"

  The little boy looked at him twice and said in a milky voice: "How can the Great Sage recognize you, a rural monster? Quickly return the Three Flavors True Fire to the Great Sage."

  The man in white's face turned serious and he said solemnly: "Then Wang will not be able to return the Three Flavors True Fire to you."

  The young man was furious upon hearing this. On the mountain of Accumulated Thunder, who else dared to say no to him? Did he not know his father, his second uncle, his third uncle, his fourth uncle, his fifth uncle, his sixth uncle, his seventh uncle, and his eighth uncle?

  He didn't know where he took out a small token, input a spell into the token, and a wave of magic fluctuations came out from the token. After a few breaths, a large group of mountain gods and land gods appeared around Tongzi, and they all bowed to him, saying: "We have seen the Holy Infant King."

  The man in white didn't bother with the large group of mountain gods and land spirits that suddenly appeared, his eyes fixed on the token in Tongzi's hand, and he only felt that this token was somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it before.

  The child pointed at the man in white and said to a large group of mountain gods and land gods, "Go, take back the three true fires from the Great Sage's hands and beat him up severely."

  The gods of the mountains and lands followed Tongzi's hand, and immediately they all changed color, their legs softened and they were about to kneel down to pay their respects. But before they could kneel, their bodies stiffened at the same time, and then a cold voice sounded in their ears: "Don't kneel, don't mention my identity, whoever mentions it, I will kill whoever. All of you get out."

  Then the multitude of mountain gods and land gods suddenly felt their bodies lighten, they didn't dare to look at the man in white clothes, and with their heads bowed, they said to the child: "Your Majesty, I bid farewell." Then, a wisp of green smoke rose from the ground, and all the mountain gods and land gods disappeared simultaneously.

  The man in white also had a mocking smile on his face, and he teased: "It seems that the reinforcements you brought back, Saint Infant King, are useless."

  The child did not believe in evil and poured a few more spells into the token in his hand, but those mountain gods and land gods would rather die than dare to appear again. He told them all to get out, and if they appeared again, it would be death.

  The child looked at the token in his hand, then glanced at the man in white and suddenly turned pale. His eyes welled up with tears as he shouted loudly in a crying tone: "Dad, Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Sixth Uncle! Come quickly, someone is bullying the Holy Infant!"

  The child's sharp cry was mixed with magic power and soon spread throughout the entire Thunder Mountain.

  The man in white clothes was still holding his hands, looking at Tongzi with a playful face, and there was no movement.

  A loud commotion like chickens and dogs jumping around immediately came from the top of the towering Accumulated Thunder Mountain, and on Tongzi's head, almost simultaneously flashed five colors of Fa Li Guang: brown, blue, red, black, and silver. The five figures of Niu Mo Wang, Jiao Mo Wang, Shi Tuo Wang, Mi Hou Wang, and Qu Shen appeared.

  After these five great saints appeared, they stared at the man in white clothes with their eyes fixed on him. After a breath, each of them spoke up.

  "Father, Second Uncle, Fourth Uncle, Fifth Uncle, Sixth Uncle, it's this guy bullying the Holy Infant!" The child pointed at the man in white to the five Great Sages.

  The five saints still didn't speak up.

  Instead, a man in white opened his arms and came forward, "Gentlemen, it's been a long time."

  "Haha, Old Seventh." The five Grand Sages rushed up at the same time.

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