Ning Fan and Hua Wuque had already changed their appearance and walked boldly towards the mountain gate of the Nine Heavens Holy Land.

The two disciples responsible for guarding the mountain gate raised their eyebrows slightly and saw that Ning Fan and Hua Wuque were not from the center of the earth.

A man immediately stepped forward: "Stop, who are you?"

"I am your uncle."

Hua Wuque's words made the man's face darken, and he continued: "Go back and tell your Holy Lord that your Holy Son is in our hands. If you want him to come back safe and sound, give him to him immediately."

I have prepared five thousand kilograms of high-grade Yuan stones and three thousand elixirs."

"Hahahahaha!"

The two disciples guarding the mountain burst into laughter, and one of them said: "What nonsense, our Holy Son is a proud man, how can you two little bastards be able to subdue him?"

"That's a lot of bullshit."

Hua Wuque threw out a sword hilt and said, "Take it back and show it to your Holy Master to see if this is the sword for your son of the Holy Land?"

The two of them also frowned, because they had seen the hilt of the sword before. Could it be that the Holy Son of their Holy Land was really kidnapped by them.

"Hurry up and give you half the time to burn the incense. If you don't see what we want, then you can wait to collect his body."

Hearing this, the two disciples looked very serious, and one of them immediately took the hilt of his sword and ran back to the Holy Land.

"Fat man, how come this sword only has the hilt left?" Ning Fan asked curiously.

"Hehe, because the material used in this sword is also very precious. It is a good treasure. How can I bear to let it go away?"

"All right!"

Ning Fan was ashamed, this guy was greedy to begin with, and it was in vain for him to ask this question.

Less than half the time it took to burn the incense, an old man in black robes flew up from the air and landed in front of the two of them, standing with his hands behind his hands. His eyes were piercing, like two sharp swords piercing the hearts of Ning Fan and Hua Wuque.

"You dare to threaten my Nine Heavens Holy Land, are you looking for death?" I said in a very cold voice.

Hua Wuque smiled disdainfully: "Aren't you Nine Heavens Holy Land great? Then what kind of awesome and coaxing Holy Son has become our defeated general?"

"Return our Holy Son and leave your whole body."

"You old guy, do you really think we don't dare to kill your people?" Hua Wuque rolled up his sleeves.

A powerful force surged from my body, and I warned again: "If you two don't hand over the Holy Son, I will kill you here."

"Come on, come on, you can chop me on the neck, but if you dare not chop me, you are my grandson."

Hua Wuque stretched out his neck and continued: "If you really chop me off, your Holy Son's head will be placed in front of your door tomorrow."

"You..." I suddenly felt angry inside.

Hua Wuque said with a smile: "Grandson, you don't dare to cut it, right? Then stop talking nonsense and get what we want quickly."

"Is the woman next to the Holy Son with you?" I asked, squinting my eyes.

"Here, I forgot to tell you something, old man. We want 10,000 kilograms of high-grade rough stones and 8,000 elixirs from this woman. Are you going to give her to her? If you don't give her, we'll break up the vote."
Chapter completed!