Thirty thousand miles southeast of Shandong, a big city is as prosperous as a brocade. Although the pedestrians coming and going cannot be said to be sweating profusely, they are still shoulder to shoulder, raising their sleeves to cover the clouds.

Nebula City is a hundred miles north and south, and can’t see at a glance from east to west. On the center line of Nebula City, a five-story restaurant is crowded and lively.

Although it was not a meal, there were many people gathered in the restaurant, among which a young man sat quietly in an inconspicuous corner.

He held a cup of tea, while sucking it, leisurely pinched the boiled fennel beans in the small plate in front of him, looking happy, but his ears sensitively captured the discussions around him.

"I heard that the Nine-Eyed Demon King was born with a strange species, with one eye and one magical power! Three hundred years ago, he was already a great demon in the Divine Realm. A large island thousands of miles away from us is as big as the Yuan Zhu Kingdom. It was triggered by this demon king and was directly submerged in the ocean!"

The person who spoke was a scribe in white. He was in his forties and had a handsome face, giving people a feeling of being convinced by it.

He heard him say loudly: "In order to suppress the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor, eighteen powerful people from the Divine Realm gathered that year, and a heaven-level inscription master who burned thirty-six inscription arrays with his essence and blood in his heart, so he could barely suppress the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor on the bottom of the endless sea!"

"Ah, why don't those strong men kill the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor and kill the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor? Isn't it all over?" asked a man who sat next to the white-clothed scholar and looked a little family-funded.

This man's words almost expressed everyone's thoughts, and the white-clothed scholar shook his head and said, "The strong men back then did not want to kill the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor, but they could not kill the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor."

"The Nine-Eye Demon Emperor has one magical power at one glance. Although the Nine-Eye Demon Emperor did not practice all the magical powers of the Nine-Eye Demon Emperor, he was far superior to the ordinary God-Real Realm power!"

"Being able to suppress the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor for 300 years is already the limit of those strong men back then!"

When the white-clothed scholar said this, he said in a low voice: "Have you heard that the water in the Qinhai Sea is still rising and has flooded the land of four or five palaces. If this continues, when the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor is born, we will probably only have Wanxiang Mountain left in the land!"

His voice was low, as if disaster was about to come.

The people who were already talking about it calmed down instantly when they heard this. Almost everyone's eyes looked at the scholar in white at this moment.

"Mr. Mo, are you saying true?" The chubby hotel shopkeeper couldn't sit still, and his fat flesh trembled and asked carefully.

If anyone among the people present is most afraid of death, then the shopkeeper of this hotel is definitely one. He still has a lot of property and has not enjoyed enough. The ninth concubine he has just taken recently is still waiting for him to favor with tenderness. He has not enjoyed the ecstasy taste. His...

The white-clothed scribe said in a low tone: "The sea water is rising, and I heard that the coastal areas can no longer catch fish."

"Shopkeeper Jin, I heard that there were already waves of water thousands of miles away from the sea. This is a sign that it would flood our area!"

"The Kaiyang Ancestor, then... why didn't those strong men from back then come out to suppress the Nine-Eyed Demon King!"

When Manager Jin heard this, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and he kept stroking his chest, as if those strong men would not come out quickly to suppress the Nine-Eyed Demon King, and he could hold it in one breath.

"The first thing those strong people need to protect is their own sect!" The white-clothed scholar sighed and said, "What's more, the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor's strength is getting stronger and stronger, and no one is willing to fight him."

"Sacrificing our place to appease the Nine-Eyed Demon King is their best choice."

As soon as this sentence was said, everyone was shocked, and someone even said angrily: "Those strong people are too indifferent. Isn't this not to treat us as human beings!"

"What should we do? If the entire land is flooded, would we be the food for fish and shrimp?"

"I don't want to die, I can't die! I still want to marry my cousin, and I also want to have children with my cousin!"

Various complaints came one after another, and the man who was quietly eating fennel beans and siping tea looked even more leisurely.

He felt that at this moment, everything was in his control.

"We are the territory of Wanxiang Gate. Does Wanxiang Gate ignore our life or death?" Finally, someone asked loudly.

Although they felt fearful of the Wanxiang Gate from the bottom of their hearts, the threat of death made all of these fears disappear without a trace.

"Yes, look for Vientiane Gate, Vientiane Gate should find a way to save us!"

"We have worshipped the Vientiane Gate for so many years. At such a critical moment of life and death, they must not give up!"

"Woooooo, Vientiane Gate will definitely save us!"

Because the position of the Wanxiang Gate in the minds of everyone was deeply rooted, and after someone guided him, countless people's thoughts fell on the Wanxiang Gate for a moment.

A hint of joy flashed in the eyes of the white-clothed scholar, and he said in a deep voice: "Everyone, there is indeed a way to save us in the Wanxiang Gate."

"Then why hasn't Wanxiang Gate taken action yet? I heard that most of the people in those submerged prefectures have become refugees!" A man who looked like he was dressed in a warrior accused him in anger.

The white-clothed scholar said heavily: "My relatives are in the Wanxiang Gate, and he said that there is a treasure called Optimus Prime, which is the treasure left by the ancestor of Wanxiang."

"Now this treasure is in the hands of Zheng Ming, the leader of their sect."

As soon as the white-clothed scholar said, someone immediately said: "Mr. Mo, are you talking nonsense? Although I am just an ordinary warrior, I also know that the sect leader of the Wanxiang Sect is the sect leader Jiang."

The one who bowed was the warrior who spoke just now. His expression was filled with great respect, which shows his attitude towards Jiang Yu Yuan.

"Brother, you're a little late to the news. A month ago, Sect Master Zheng Ming had already replaced Sect Master Jiang Yuan and became the Sect Master of Wanxiang Sect."

The white-clothed scholar smiled faintly and said with admiration: "Although Master Zheng Ming is young, his cultivation is extraordinary. He not only cultivated the highest unique knowledge of the Blue Lotus Sword Song of the Wanxiang Sect, but also received the recognition of Optimus Prime, the treasure left by the ancestor of Wanxiang."

"Sometimes ago, a demon invaded the Vientiane Gate. He activated Optimus Prime, and the golden light shone for thousands of miles. Under a pillar, the demon was destroyed in ashes!"

"I heard that among the demons, the one with the most profound cultivation is an existence in the realm of life. If it weren't for the Master Zheng, the Wanxiang Sect would be in danger this time."

For most mortals, they didn't understand anything at all, but the warrior's expression moved: "Do you think Optimus Prime can really kill the existence of the living god realm?"

"That's right, this is what my relatives saw with their own eyes." The white-clothed scholar said unquestionably: "Otherwise, why would the Sect Master Jiang Yuan willingly give up the position of Sect Master?"

At this moment, someone suddenly said, "Since Optimus Prime is so powerful, he will definitely be able to deal with the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor. Let's ask Master Zheng to bring Optimus Prime to kill the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor. Wouldn't it be safe for us?"

This person’s proposal resonated with more people at once.

They knew that the sea was everywhere, and they knew that the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor, so when they heard that they had a savior, their first thought was to let this savior kill the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor who threatened their survival.

In this way, they can be safe and in this way, they will no longer be threatened.

"Yes, if we kill the Nine-Eyed Demon King, we don't have to worry anymore, and we will hide in the mountains..." Manager Jin, who was excited, waved his fat arm vigorously, as if there was infinite power hidden in that arm.

However, among these dissenting voices, the scribe in white shook his head and said, "No!"

"What's wrong, why can't it work!" Manager Jin grabbed the white-clothed scholar and asked almost angrily: "Why can't it work? Why doesn't Master Zheng Ming save us? We are the people of Wanxiang's disciple!"

"Yes, now the Nine-Eyed Demon Emperor is about to be born, the earth is about to become a swamp, and we are almost unable to survive, so why not save us?"

"Can you have no sympathy at all? Can you watch us wait for death and turn a blind eye?"

After these inquiries, the white-clothed essay said: "I heard that Optimus Prime is on Mount Wanxiang, and only by using the spiritual array to activate it will exert its maximum power. Once taken out, although Master Zheng Ming can use it, his vitality will be greatly damaged!"

The four words "severe damage to the vitality" are a taboo for practitioners, but for those who already feel the threat of death, they do not think it is a big deal.

If the vital energy is severely damaged, it can replenish vital energy!

"How can Master Zheng do this? Can a serious injury to one's vitality be able to withstand the lives of all of us?" Someone stood up and accused him.

But more people are talking about what to do?

If they were ordinary people, they naturally had ways to force them, but when they faced the arrogant leader of the Wanxiang Sect, although they were anxious, they did not dare to force them. Just as everyone expressed their opinions, they realized that the leader of the Wanxiang Sect was so far away from them.

"Zheng Ming doesn't come out, why are you?!"

The scribe in white shouted in tears amid the discussion.

His shouts made the news heard around him, and the people gathered around the restaurant resonated with each other.

For a moment, many people heard the sighs of Zheng Ming not being able to express, but the people were so sad.

In this lament, some people began to whimper. At this moment, someone shouted: "Now we are at the critical moment of survival, the more we cannot give up!"

"Although we are alone, the strength we all gather is great. We want to find someone to go to Wanxiang Mountain to meet Master Zheng, and ask him to put the people first!"

"I will pay 10,000 taels of silver. We will use the teleportation array in the state to convey our pleas to Mount Wanxiang as soon as possible."

"In order to let Master Zheng feel our sincerity, we will worship Master Zheng in a temple. I believe that as long as we plead with sincerity, he will definitely feel our sincerity."

"Let's go to build a temple now, and I will contribute my own yard!"
Chapter completed!