"We can set off now, right?" Shi Ji asked lightly over the cloud sea.

Su Jin looked at Nezha deeply, waved his hand, and a fairy spirit wrapped around him, and brought him to the clouds: "Zha'er, uncle has something to leave with Taoist Master Shiji. You must listen to your parents at home. You need to know that everything today is hard-won, and you must not cause trouble again."

"Leave with Taoist Principal Shiji? Uncle, are you going to get married?" Nezha asked.

Countless black lines appeared on Su Jin's forehead. He was almost so angry that he vomited blood by these words. He reached out and pulled Nezha's cheek and said, "If you talk nonsense, I will tear your mouth apart!"

"Ahhhhhh..." Nezha screamed strangely, trying hard to break free from Su Jin's confinement, and laughed and posted again: "Since it's not marriage, then uncle will take me with me. I'm really bored without you."

"No, this trip is very dangerous. If you take you there, no one can rest assured." Su Jin shook his head, and thunder clouds emerged from his feet, and he flew to the General's Mansion with him: "You can practice well at home and wait for me to come back."

Nezha felt a little unwilling, but he also understood that he could not change what his uncle had decided...

East China Sea, the end of Purgatory, the forbidden land of the dragon.

A handsome young man wearing silver armor, with a pretty face and a tall figure, holding a bright silver spear in his hand and slowly stepped out of the forbidden area, like a banished immortal walking out of the painting.

"Welcome the young master out of seclusion." Ao Leng and hundreds of giant dragons were waiting in front of the forbidden area. When he saw the figure of the boy, he hurriedly leaned down and bowed to the ground.

"Welcome the young master out of seclusion!" Hundreds of pure blood dragons followed Ao Leng to worship.

"Sir, please get up." Ao Bing put away his silver spear, and the silver armor on his body gradually turned into a white shirt, and raised his hand to the dragons and said.

Ao Leng stood up first and said respectfully: "Young Master, Your Majesty the Dragon King is waiting for you in the Purgatory Center. Please follow me."

Ao Bing nodded and said, "Where is my master? Is he in purgatory now?"

"No, Master Shen may be busy with other things. He hasn't been to the East China Sea for a long time." Ao Leng replied.

Soon, the two dragons came to the center of Purgatory side by side and met the huge East China Sea Dragon King.

"My son, how have you practiced?" The Dragon King of the East China Sea asked in a low voice with his eyes that looked like a blood moon.

"The blink of an eye can destroy demons, and the swing of a sword can kill the true immortal." Ao Bing bent down and bowed.

The Dragon King of East China Sea looked at him and said, "Yes. Now your bloodline has returned to your ancestors. What you lack the most is killing and training. I am going to let you lead the army alone and sweep away some forces outside the dragon clan. Do you have confidence?"

"The child has confidence, but..."

"But what?"

"But can the child go to see the master first? I haven't seen him for many days, and I miss him very much." Ao Bing said.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea fell silent. Just when Ao Bing thought he would refuse, he heard him say lightly: "I was the last time my father communicated with your master. I heard that he was in Chentang Pass, you can go to Chentang Pass to find him. Remember, the people of Chentang Pass have been fighting with the demon clan for generations, and the blood feud between the two sides is irreconcilable. You must not reveal your identity."

Ao Bing was overjoyed and hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, follow the order of your father!"

...

The world of the demon boy Nezha and the world of Journey to the West are not from the same lineage. Although there are three realms of heaven, earth and man here, the world is not the four continents, but the middle world among the three worlds of the upper, middle and lower. There are sky, ocean, earth, and life, which was called China by the ancients.

The center of China is fertile and the fairy spirit is prosperous, and it is controlled by countless immortal sects. The four borders are wilderness and the mountains and rivers are at a loss. Ordinary mortals and even immortals and gods are unwilling to stop here, so this wilderness has become a paradise for demons and evil ways. The Jiuli tribe, who was defeated by the tribe leader Chiyou, now lives in this southern barbarian territory...

"Clan leader, countless strange faces have recently been infiltrated into the Jiuli tribe. Elder Li Gao asked me to ask you if you want to restrict it a little?"

In the Jiuli tribe, in the central wooden pavilion guarded by countless wooden houses, a young girl with dark skin, heroic cheeks, bright eyes, wearing a short skirt with a scimitar on her waist, kneeling in front of an old man and said respectfully.

The old man was wearing a black robe, with a long face and wrinkled dry face. His eyes seemed to be turbid and had no luster, making it difficult to see any emotion.

He held a long bronze stick in his hand, and countless strange runes were engraved on it, releasing the green light that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Don't worry about them, tell Li Gao for me." The leader of the Jiuli clan said coldly: "The reason why I let the news that the Jiuli clan wants to welcome Chiyou back is to attract them. Naturally, the more people, the better. They are the people, and they have various purposes, but they do not know that our Lord will be born again, and they need endless blood food. They are the important cornerstone for our Jiuli clan to rise again and fight back to Shenzhou."

The young girl nodded and hurriedly took the order to leave. The leader of Jiuli looked at the direction where her back disappeared. A strange smile gradually appeared on his wrinkled face. A pair of blood-red palms suddenly stretched out from his head, tearing the old body into two halves, and crawling out from the dry firewood-like corpse with an ugly and evil face. He used blood mist as his body to open his mouth and swallowed the corpse on the ground into his belly, and turned around and escaped into the earth.

No one of the Jiuli tribe knew that there was a huge molten hole under the wooden house of the clan leader. In the molten hole was filled with red earth-fire magma, emitting endless high temperatures. In the magma, there were devils with blood mist as their bodies.

"Greetings to the leader!" When the devil in the magma saw the devil who had just come in, they all bowed to him.

"The tribes of the Heavenly Demon Clan, I have controlled the leader of the Jiuli clan and artificially created a killing disaster. If nothing unexpected happens, the Jiuli clan will fight with the immortal gods and monks to the death. The sacred blood will soak this area, open the summoning formation, and force my master to summon back from the Buddha realm. This... is the main meaning of our efforts to transform from the free heaven to the human world!" As the devil opened his mouth, sparks flew everywhere, and his voice was filled with bewitching and inducing power.

"Use divine blood as the guide, start the summoning and welcome back the Demon King of Paxun!"

"Turn with divine blood, start the summoning and welcome back the Demon King of Boxun..." Countless devils sang and spoke, and a gust of cold wind suddenly blew in the hot molten cave...
Chapter completed!