I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Chapter 1298 The situation has changed dramatically, and the future is unknown!

"Master, the three uncles are so nice."

After stepping out of the Fire Cloud Cave, passing through the Dimension Gate, and arriving at the shore of the East China Sea from the residence of the Three Emperors, Nezha said with joy on his face.

Are the Three Emperors good people?

Qin Yao laughed dumbly.

From the perspective of the leaders of the human race, the Three Emperors are indeed very good. They work tirelessly and tirelessly for the human race.

But this good thing is also their duty. Relying on the luck of the human race, they became the Three Emperors of the human race and enjoyed the status and destiny of a saint. They should devote themselves to the human race.

Otherwise, why be an emperor? Just go home and sell sweet potatoes...

As soon as Nezha met San Huangfu, the Three Emperors gave him a lot of things. Why?

  Do they think Nezha is worth creating?

Of course not, it is because I, as a master, have value and have created value for them.

This is not to slander the Three Emperors, but Qin Yao is extremely clear-headed: he is a demon and Nezha is a demon fetus, but the reason they can get the favor of the Three Emperors is not because the Three Emperors are good people.

However, it is enough for him to be clear-headed. It doesn't matter if Nezha is a little confused. As a child, if he is too scheming, he will not be liked by his elders.

In this confused way, Nezha regarded the Three Emperors as his real uncles and after spending a long time with them, they would develop some friendship.

  With the orthodox protection of the Three Emperors, who would dare to call him a little monster in the future?

"Just remember the kindness of the Three Emperors. In the future, you must go to Huoyun Cave to kowtow and greet them during festivals, rain or shine."

"Yes, Master, I've got it in mind." Nezha said without hesitation.

Qin Yao nodded, pointed at Chentang Pass below and said, "Go back and go to the Heavenly Palace with your father to be conferred a title. According to your performance in the Conferred God Battle, you can at least be conferred the title of a high priest, which will be of great benefit to you."

"Master, where are you?" Nezha looked stunned and asked hurriedly, "Where are you going?"

Qin Yao exhaled lightly and said, "A new catastrophe is brewing. I need to cultivate the three flowers on the top of my head before the new catastrophe explodes to control the operation of the catastrophe."

Nezha seemed to understand and asked, "Will the new catastrophe kill as many immortals and gods as in the Conferred Gods War?"

Qin Yao reached out and flicked his head, then scolded him with a smile: "Why do you have so many questions? Let's go!"

After saying this, he didn't even give Nezha time to respond. He turned into a long rainbow and disappeared in an instant.

Watching him go away, Nezha said disappointedly: "You left in such a hurry, I didn't even have the chance to say I wanted to go with you..."

In his opinion, Chentangguan was too boring and it was more interesting to follow his master.

Shortly after.

A dimensional door appeared at the gate of Wuzhuang Temple. Qin Yao stepped out. After the sparks of the light gate dissipated, he called out loudly: "Daoist Qingfeng~~"

The next moment, a stream of fresh air flew out from the courtyard and transformed into a breeze in front of Qin Yao.

"Friend Shen..."

Qin Yao laughed and asked, "Daoyou, have you asked the Immortal? Can you quickly achieve the Three Flowers?"

Qing Feng spread his hands and said, "No, Master is probably in heaven. One day in heaven is one year on earth. If he talks about eighty-one days, then it would be eighty-one years on earth. So, we still have to wait."

Qin Yao was not disappointed either.

You can run away from the monk... No, you can run away from the immortal but you can't run away from the temple. The Wuzhuang Temple stands right here, and I don't believe that we can't wait for him.

"Are you in a hurry, fellow Taoist? If not, come with me into the temple and have a chat." Qingfeng sighed, "It's really boring for me to be alone in the temple."

“No hurry, no hurry.” Qin Yao waved his hand and said, “Come on, I’ll tell you some interesting stories about the Conferred God.”

half an hour.

  Qin Yao was talking to Qingfeng about the unlucky Jiang Ziya when two light symbols suddenly flashed before his eyes:

[The story of "The Legend of Wukong" has been loaded and the worldview has been integrated. 】

[Warning: Due to the fusion of too many worldviews, the general trend of the Heavenly Dao has undergone tremendous changes, and the road ahead is unknown. ]

Qin Yao paused slightly, looking thoughtful.

"Ha ha ha ha."

At this time, Qing Feng slapped his thigh in joy and said, "This Jiang Ziya is both pitiful and funny. He risked everything for the great cause of deifying, but in the end he got nothing and ended up illuminating others. How miserable, how pathetic!"

Qin Yao: "..."

Indeed, gloating over other people's misfortunes is an innate ability of all living things.

"Friend Shen, do you think Jiang Ziya is crying every day now? Or is he gritting his teeth and shouting, "Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west," vowing to prove to Kunlun that they have underestimated him." After laughing, Qingfeng speculated.

Qin Yao shook his head: "I don't know if he is crying or not, but he wants to slap Kunlun in the face and prove that Kunlun is wrong. This is more difficult than him going to the Heavenly Palace and snatching the position of the Jade Emperor."

Qingfeng sighed, "Yes, the gap between the two sides is too great, so great that it makes people despair. Of course, the reality should also make him despair. As the Lord of Conferred Gods, he has conferred several great emperors, but he himself does not even have a proper godhood. The gap is enough to make him lose his mind."

Qin Yao said faintly: "The worse is yet to come."

Qing Feng was surprised: "It's already so miserable, how miserable can it be?"

"Master Jiang, don't hesitate. With your wisdom, you should have realized that leaving the Divine Whip with you is a calamity rather than a blessing for you."

Three hours ago.

The capital of Qi was Yingqiu.

Princess Longji, who was dressed in silver-white fairy armor and had her hair tied up, looked pure and beautiful. She sat in the Qihou Palace. She looked at the expressionless old man in white clothes and white hair in the candlelight and spoke softly.

The Duke of Qi, who ranked above the five marquises and nine barons and whose power was only second to the Zhou emperor, tightly grasped a wooden whip in his hand and murmured, "This is the only treasure I have. Do you still want to take it away?"

Long Ji felt reluctant, but remembering the Queen Mother's instructions, he finally hardened his heart and said, "I'm not taking it away, but I'm really thinking about you.

If you don't have this treasure, you can enjoy wealth and honor in the world. But if you have this treasure, there will definitely be demons coming to steal or seize the treasure, and you will not be able to rest in peace.

After all, the one who strikes the divine whip can command all the gods, which will drive countless demons crazy."

Jiang Ziya said in a serious tone: "I am a disciple of Yuxu. What demon dares to take the treasure from me?"

Long Ji whispered, "Master, weren't there many disciples from the three religions who died in the Conferred Gods Battle? At that time, you were the man of destiny. Even if you died, the Kunlun Saint would find ways to revive you. But what about now? The Conferred Gods Battle is over. Doesn't the result make you unable to see the true nature of the Chan Sect?"

Jiang Ziya: "..."

Seeing his obscure expression under the candlelight, Long Ji said, "If you hand over the divine whip, the Heavenly Court will ensure that you die peacefully and enjoy a lifetime of wealth and honor. Your Qi State will also become the hegemon of the world in the future. Isn't this sincerity enough?"

Jiang Ziya said: "I want to be immortal!"

Long Ji said: "After you die, you will not fall into reincarnation. What is the difference between this and immortality?"

Jiang Ziya shook his head: "You know what I mean! I want to become a god in the flesh and live forever."

"Alas." Long Ji sighed: "Excuse me for being rude, but you are not destined to have this fate."

Jiang Ziya said angrily: "I am the man of destiny!!!"

Long Ji: "But...your destiny moment has passed."

Jiang Ziya: "..."

"Forget it. I won't embarrass you or force you to hand over the Whip." Long Ji stood up and said, "But, next time, it won't be me who comes."

Jiang Ziya sneered and said, "Let's see who dares to snatch it!"

An hour later.

The White Crane Boy under the Nanji Immortal came to the Qihou Palace and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Uncle Master." Jiang Ziya's mouth twitched, "Are you here to help me become an immortal?"

The White Crane Boy shook his head: "Master asked me to ask a question."

"What?" Jiang Ziya said coldly.

He felt that he had nothing to be afraid of, after all, it was the Chan Sect that wronged him first.

"Master is asking, when do you plan to return the Immortal Binding Rope that you borrowed from Uncle Juliusun?" asked the White Crane Boy.

Jiang Ziya's face froze and he was speechless.

The White Crane Boy looked quietly at the octogenarian in front of him, waiting for his answer.

After a long time.

Jiang Ziya raised the divine whip and said, "Take it away, take it away!!!"

The White Crane Boy walked forward slowly, took the divine whip with both hands, and then stepped out of the huge palace.

"Hahahaha, hahahaha!" After he left, the Duke of Qi laughed loudly. His laughter was desolate and shrill, like the cry of a crow.

The White Crane Boy ignored this and left the palace. He handed the divine whip to Princess Longji who was waiting there and bowed, saying, "Kunlun has done what he promised the Heavenly Court."

Long Ji nodded and said, "From now on, all immortals of the Chan Sect who have been deified in the flesh will be given high positions in the Heavenly Court as long as they are willing to enter the Heavenly Court."

"Thank you." The White Crane Boy transformed into a huge white crane. He gently flapped his wings and flew into the sky in an instant.

Long Ji tightly grasped the divine whip, thinking: Undercurrents are surging...

I thought that sealing off all 365 righteous gods would be the end of everything, but now it seems that is not the case.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Ginseng Garden.

After listening to Qin Yao's speculation, Qingfeng said with emotion: "Among all the gods, he is the most miserable, right? He is even worse than those defeated generals."

Qin Yao said: "If you don't have enough virtue and ability, even if you are flying high in the wind, you will definitely fall down in the end."

Qing Feng winked and said, "Don't you want to go see him? The title is already given. Congratulations to him for becoming the Marquis of Qi, second only to the emperor and above all others."

Qin Yao laughed and said, "I'm afraid that if I go there with this excuse, he will be pissed off that day. Forget it, after he's been dead for a hundred years, I'll go to his grave and offer him a glass of wine.

Along the way, my relationship with him has been constantly changing. The world is constantly changing, and so are people. In the end, it’s probably that the dead are the greatest.”

"Qingfeng fairy boy, Qingfeng fairy boy..." Just when Qingfeng was amused by the four words "the dead are the greatest", anxious calls suddenly sounded outside the manor.

Qing Feng frowned slightly and put away his smile: "Fellow Daoist Shen, please wait a moment. I will go and ask what's going on."

"Let's go together." Qin Yao said, "If there is any trouble, I can help you."

Lean less.

The two immortals flew up at the same time and transformed into a divine rainbow that appeared in front of the Wuzhuang Temple.

"Fairy boy Qingfeng."

At the foot of the door, an old Taoist saw Qingfeng and said hurriedly, "Please follow me to Qinghe Manor as soon as possible. There is an evil dragon in the manor, bullying men and women..."

"Evil dragon?" Qin Yao's expression changed slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he already had a bad premonition.

Qingfeng nodded, and a fairy cloud rose from under his feet: "Come up, I will take you back to Qinghe Manor."

"Yes." The old Taoist quickly shrunk the ground into an inch and ascended onto the fairy cloud in an instant.

A golden cloud also condensed under Qin Yao's feet and rose into the air: "Qingfeng, don't we need to activate the Wuzhuang Temple's defense formation?"

Qingfeng smiled and said, "No need, no one dares to come to Wuzhuang Temple to steal things..."

During the conversation, two fairy clouds flashed by, moving quickly across the sky, and the distance between them and Wuzhuang Temple was getting farther and farther.

"Fairy boy, after destroying the evil dragon, can you leave the dragon corpse to me?" The old Taoist priest rubbed his hands while standing on the white cloud.

Sensing his greed, Qing Feng was displeased and said calmly, "In Wuzhuang Temple, it's fine for you to call me Fairy Boy, but outside of Wuzhuang Temple, what should you call me?"

The old Taoist was slightly stunned. Looking at the expressionless immortal, he felt a chill in his heart: "Immortal Qingfeng, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me who has been careless."

Qingfeng looked worried: "My master is a great immortal, am I also a great immortal?"

The old Taoist priest was terrified, his mind racing, he slapped himself on the mouth with his hand, "I said something wrong again, I deserve to be beaten, I deserve to be beaten, ancestor, please forgive me for my mistakes, please let me go this time?"

"Do you still want the dragon's body?" Qingfeng asked.

The old Taoist priest waved his hands again and again: "No, no, I am a cultivator who has not yet achieved immortality, how can I covet the dragon's body..."

Watching Qingfeng hitting the greedy old Taoist priest, Qin Yao's expression gradually became strange.

Qingfeng is the words of the ancestor.

What about the bright moon?

Immortal Master Mingyue?

Just as the three of them were thinking about their own things, two fairy clouds appeared one after another over the village.

Then, Qingfeng summoned a fairy sword that shone with a faint green glow and landed on the clouds first.

"Here, here..."

After landing, the old Taoist priest continued to lead the way, and soon brought the two immortals to a courtyard decorated with lights and lanterns.

Looking around, I saw many people sitting at tables with heavy faces. At the door of the main hall, an old couple sat stiffly on chairs, in front of them was a newlywed couple who were praying in the hall.

"Where is the demon dragon?"

Qingfeng strode into the courtyard, stared at the groom and shouted sternly.

The groom, wearing a red robe and a groom's hat, turned his head and saw Qingfeng at first sight. He subconsciously wanted to scold him, but then he saw Qin Yao who followed him into the courtyard. His eyes suddenly widened into bells and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, scaring all the guests in the courtyard.

Qingfeng followed the groom's gaze to Qin Yao and immediately asked, "Do you... know each other?"

Qin Yao sighed: "I hope I don't know him."

However, the moment Qingfeng turned his head, the groom knelt down towards Qin Yao and said, "Greetings, Immortal!"

Qin Yao's mouth twitched, and he said, "It seems that we know each other."

Qingfeng pursed his lips and turned to make way: "If that's the case, then you can handle it."

Qin Yao sighed and said to the groom, "Which sea?"

The groom swallowed his saliva nervously, and a thin layer of sweat quickly appeared on his forehead: "Reporting to the Immortal, Xiaolong is from the North Sea Dragon Clan."

"The North Sea Dragon Clan... has made great progress." Qin Yao said in a low voice.

The groom was almost frightened to death and kowtowed in panic, leaving a hole in the ground with his forehead.

This scene deeply shocked all the guests in the courtyard, including the old Taoist priest who went to Wuzhuang Temple to ask for help...