Thirty-three days.

The phoenix flying in the fairy mountain, and the unicorn explores the head.

There is a chess board on the stone table, a pot of tea, three or two porcelain cups, and a quaint book.

"Nine Turns Yuan Gong."

Sun Fan looked at the secret book on the stone table and fell into silence.

As expected, Master Bodhi was playing a big game of chess.

For countless years, he has allowed Sun Wukong, Yang Jian, Nezha and others to practice the martial arts he left behind.

The great-grade Heavenly Immortal Art combined with the eight or nine mysterious skills will become the Nine-Turn Yuan Gong.

Several people can be said to have the same source.

Even though Sun Fan kept in mind the teachings of the Great Sage of Tongfeng, he found that after practicing the great-grade Heavenly Immortal Art, there were traces of Bodhi Patriarch on his body.

Half of it has been practiced, and half of it has been practiced... It seems that it is not bad either?

"what to do?"

Sun Fan was determined to refuse, but he was afraid.

This is the temple where the thirty-three days of the Bodhi Patriarch lived in seclusion for countless years.

Who knows whether the rash rejection of the party will attract a killer?

After all, he himself said that all the creatures in this world have been subtly influenced by the black energy of the spiritual aggregate.

"It's okay."

Bodhi Patriarch seemed to see Sun Fan's hesitation.

He smiled and waved his hand, pointed to the chessboard on the table and said, "The way to play chess is no way to make a move. One of the five positions can be you or someone else."

"You little friend can take away these nine-turn Yuangong. In the end, whether to learn or not depends on yourself."

"how?"

"This... thank you for your ancestor!" Sun Fan hurriedly agreed.

Then he smiled with a shy face and said, "By the way, ancestor. After heaven, where did the Bull Demon King, Yang Jian, Nezha and others go?"

"them……"

Bodhi Patriarch smiled slightly and pointed at Sun Fan's back.

"The Human Emperor left a picture and went to Lingxiao Palace, but most of the Emperor Nai Tian could not do it. Nezha went to find his master, as for the Bull Demon King and Yang Jian..." He paused slightly and said, "They went to the Netherworld."

"Go to the Netherworld?"

Sun Fan was stunned when he heard this, "Why are you going to the Netherworld?"

Everyone has been in the thirty-three days and thought it would be a big battle, but the result will be like this?

"You go and look for Nezha first." Bodhi Patriarch said: "He is not the opponent of the Heavenly Emperor. Now the Heavenly Emperor is dragged by the Human Emperor. When the Human Emperor leaves, he may be poisoned by the Heavenly Emperor!"

"yes."

Sun Fan's expression turned solemn, and he quickly turned around and prepared to leave.

"Child, if you have thought about it, remember to come here to find me on the day of the great disaster!" Bodhi Patriarch shouted from behind.

"Yes. Thank you for your kindness in the ancestors' teaching!"

Sun Fan turned around and bowed respectfully.

Then he flew out of the fairy mountain in a hurry and flew towards the direction pointed by Bodhi Patriarch.

“Ha~Haha~~”

Bodhi Patriarch looked at his back and smiled with his beard.

——

Taiyi Lian Qing Palace.

The two realms mirrors in front of Taiyi Zhenren have fallen to the ground.

He murmured to himself in a daze: "Why, why, this is impossible... How can this be... A person whose soul and soul have all been destroyed, and whose true spirit has disappeared, can he be resurrected?"

"Even...even, even, become..."

Rumble!

Taiyi Zhenren was shocked suddenly, and a hint of horror flashed in his eyes.

The thunder in the heaven is getting more and more violent.

A trace of black air is arbitrarily rendering the blessed land of the immortal family.

It is like the appearance of the demise of the three realms as the Demonic Rou comes to the world.

"Master, listen... this day is about to change." A gentle whisper rang in Taiyi Zhenren's ears.

"Who is it?"

Taiyi Zhenren was suddenly shocked.

Looking around.

I couldn't help but feel a chill on my neck, as if someone was exhaling behind my back.

“Master…”

"Serious disciple!"

Taiyi Zhenren turned his head suddenly, his mouth was shining with clear light, and he let out a breath of clear air pour on Nezha's face.

Suddenly.

Nezha seemed to be immobilized, standing still like a doll.

"Hahaha" Taiyi Zhenren just smiled and stopped abruptly.

"Hahahaha, my good master! You laugh, why don't you continue to laugh?" Nezha asked with his head tilted.

"you……"

Taiyi Zhenren gritted his teeth and turned his eyes to the crystal on the lotus pond next to him.

‘Du’

He pinched the magic tricks with his hands, captured the crystal, and made a move towards Nezha.

Suddenly.

Then Nezha seemed to have no power to resist and allowed Crystal to take him in again.

There was even a hint of joy on his face.

Give people a sick feeling.

Taiyi Zhenren's face was gloomy and kept applying magic tricks to the crystal and sealed them.

Layer after layer, one after another.

Nezha was in the crystal, laughing wildly with a demonic nature: "Hahaha, my good master! You keep me because you can't kill me. You keep me because you are afraid of me."

"Now, I will borrow these lotus roots from you and walk into this world to see what I can do to me this day!"

The words fell.

Countless lotus roots in the lotus pond emitted red and black blood light, flew up in the air, turning into lotus root demon bodies.

They all looked like Nezha when he had three heads and six arms.

Taiyi Zhenren was completely surrounded.

Looking around in horror, at a loss.

"Nezha...you, you evil disciple! Let me leave as my master!"

Front.

The only Nezha with four poems and eight arms looked at Taiyi Zhenren with a sneer.

Gently stretched out his palm and tapped it on his chest.

When Taiyi Zhenren thought of resisting, he found that the surroundings suddenly seemed to be suffocating.

Countless lotus root demon bodies formed an inexplicable formation to implicate him. Under the influence of this inexplicable force, his strength was suppressed to be no more than ten.

"How is that possible?" Taiyi Zhenren's face changed drastically.

Could it be that the lotus roots he carefully cultivated in the past will become his own grave today?

"Go to die, Master." Nezha smiled and said softly in his ear.

"No!"

Taiyi Zhenren roared unwillingly, but found that a palm easily "catched" into his chest.
To be continued...