Chapter 182 Undercurrent

North Sea,

Black waves are rolling, and white icebergs stand tall on the sea.

The sky is covered with dark clouds, and lightning flashes occasionally, accompanied by thunder, which is particularly shrill.

The sea and sky are the same color. Except for the occasional seabirds flying by, there is a dark and desolate scene everywhere.

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In this extremely cold sea, a huge iceberg stands above the waves, like an eternal palace.

At this moment, a bright starlight suddenly appeared in the sky, cutting through the sky and illuminating the entire sea.

The starlight gradually condensed, and finally turned into a middle-aged Taoist in a luxurious Taoist robe in front of the iceberg.

He was wearing a luxurious imperial robe, cloud boots, and an imperial crown. A sense of righteousness emanated from him, and even in the severe cold of the North Sea, his majesty was not reduced at all.

The person who came was one of the Four Heavenly Emperors - Emperor Tianhuang of Gou Chen Shanggong.

The Emperor Tianhuang's eyes penetrated the wind and snow and fixed in front of a huge iceberg. He said in a deep voice: "I have come to visit fellow Daoist Xuangui."

As soon as the voice fell, the seemingly calm iceberg suddenly shook violently, and the glaciers on the surface began to break, scattering like glass fragments.

Amid the deafening roar, a huge black turtle slowly revealed its figure. Its carapace was like a mountain, covered with a thick layer of ice, and the ancient lines depicted the traces of time.

The black turtle slowly raised its head, and its two eyes were like two bright lights, shining in the wind and snow.

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the silent sea: "Fellow Daoist Gou Chen, what can I do for you?"

The Emperor smiled slightly, calmly: "I came to visit you today, one is to see your style, and the other is to discuss something."

The Black Turtle nodded slightly, as if he had expected it: "Please speak, sir."

The Emperor looked solemn, took a deep breath, and slowly said: "Hongmeng Purple Qi has appeared, and the opportunity for Daoist revenge has come!"

He told all the news about the turmoil in the underworld some time ago and the news that Hongmeng Purple Qi fell into Yang Ling's hands.

The Black Turtle was silent for a moment after hearing this, and its eyes slowly closed, as if thinking about something.

After a moment, it opened its eyes again, with a bit of helplessness in its tone: "Yang Ling was able to take away the Hongmeng Purple Qi while being chased by Minghe and Kunpeng. He must have an extraordinary origin, right?"

"Daoyou is wise." Emperor Tianhuang nodded, "Yang Ling is a disciple of the saint of the human sect."

The black turtle was silent for a moment after hearing the words of Emperor Tianhuang of Gouchen Shanggong, then slowly shook his head, with a hint of determination in his voice: "If I offend the saint, I will only die. This opportunity is not something I can grasp."

The emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, shot his eyes at the black turtle like lightning, and asked back: "Are you still alive now?"

The black turtle was stunned for a moment, as if the question hit the depths of his heart.

It was silent for a long time, then lowered its head and muttered to itself: "I'm dead..."

As this sentence fell, the black turtle's figure began to gradually fade, and a huge resentment emerged from its body, and the clouds of sorrow were dark, and the sky of the entire North Sea was stained by this resentment.

Emperor Gou Chen Tianhuang looked at the scene in front of him and was not surprised.

He knew that the real North Sea Black Turtle had already died miserably in the catastrophe at the end of the ancient times.

At that time, the two races of witches and demons almost died in a war. The ancestor witch Gonggong broke the Buzhou Mountain, causing the sky to tilt to the northwest, the earth to sink to the southeast, the prehistoric continent to be torn apart, and a big hole in the sky. The Tianhe Ruoshui flooded the human world...

In order to save the lives of the human world, the saint Nuwa used the Nine Heavens Xiran to control the water and refined the five-color stone to repair the sky, but because of the lack of Buzhou Mountain, the giant pillar supporting the heaven and the earth, the heaven and the earth were still slowly merging.

So the saint of Jiejiao, Tongtian, swung his sword to cut the North Sea Black Turtle, and took its four legs as the four poles to support the heaven and the earth from then on.

The North Sea Black Turtle was originally an innate sacred being born when the heaven and the earth were first separated, but it had never transformed and hid in the North Sea without fighting with the world. Unexpectedly, it suddenly suffered misfortune.

After its death, it had no way to release its resentment. It usually slept in the glacier, still thinking it was still alive.

At this moment, it was awakened by the Emperor of Heaven, and its resentment reached its peak. There was a trace of pain and struggle in its voice: "Yes, I have died long ago, but a trace of resentment still exists, clinging to this iceberg.

Now I am just lingering in this endless cold and loneliness..."

A trace of ferocity flashed in the eyes of the North Sea Black Turtle: "If so, then why should I be afraid of the majesty of the saint? If I can take this opportunity to get a little justice for myself, then I, the Black Turtle, will die without regrets!"

Seeing this, the Emperor of Heaven flashed a trace of satisfaction in his eyes, and he slowly said: "Since fellow Daoist Black Turtle has made a decision, then I will wait for your good news."

After that, the Emperor of Heaven shook his body, turned into a stream of light, and disappeared in the wind and snow.

The Black Turtle looked complicated.

It didn't want to be the resentful spirit that could only linger in the cold.

Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, it will try, even if it ends up in pieces, it will make those saints who hurt it pay the price.

The black tortoise slowly closed its eyes, and its resentment gradually condensed into substance.

The Emperor of Heaven continued to rush northward in the cold wind, aiming at the abyss further north, which was the North Sea Abyss, the residence of the ancestor Kunpeng.

Walking on the clouds, he passed through the cold sky until he came to an extremely deep abyss. The sea water here was dark black, and the bottom was unfathomable. It was the legendary North Sea Abyss.

He stood on the abyss and said calmly: "Daoyou Kunpeng, Gou Chen came to visit."

After a while, the sea water suddenly shook, and a figure rose from it and turned into a burly old man. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and the breath on his body made the surrounding space seem to be distorted.

Kunpeng Patriarch nodded slightly, stretched out his hand, and the sea water parted, revealing a passage leading to the depths of the sea.

"Daoyou Gou Chen, long time no see, please."

The two slowly descended along the passage and finally came to a wide crystal palace. In the palace, the glazed tiles emitted a faint blue light, like a dream.

In the palace, Kunpeng Patriarch personally poured a cup of tea for the Emperor of Heaven, and the fragrance of tea was overflowing, quiet and pleasant.

Patriarch Kunpeng asked with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Gouchen rarely comes to my Beiming, I wonder what you are here for?"

Emperor Tianhuang picked up the teacup, took a sip, and then said bluntly: "I came here for the Hongmeng Purple Qi."

When Patriarch Kunpeng heard the words "Hongmeng Purple Qi", his face instantly became solemn, and a trace of memories flashed across his eyes.

The Tai Chi diagram that suppressed Patriarch Minghe appeared in his mind like a nightmare.

After a moment of silence, Kunpeng put down the teacup in his hand, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "Daoyou Gouchen, this thing is not trivial, it involves a lot of things, I don't want to get involved. Daoyou, please go back."

The Emperor frowned slightly, his eyes were as sharp as a knife, he slowly spoke, with a hint of provocation in his voice: "Daoyou Kunpeng, what are you afraid of? Have you been scared by that saint?"

The Kunpeng ancestor remained silent, but a sneer appeared on his face, as if he was mocking the other party, and as if he was mocking himself.

Seeing this, the Emperor continued: "Now is the period of catastrophe, no one can calculate the secrets of heaven, not even the saints.

For us, it is a godsend opportunity to seize the Hongmeng purple qi. If we miss this opportunity, there will be no possibility at all!"

Hearing this, Kunpeng ancestor finally spoke.

A sneer appeared on his face, and he said sarcastically: "Yang Ling has the protection of a saint. Once he encounters danger, the saint will feel it... Why do you think you can take the Hongmeng Purple Qi from him?"

The Emperor shook his head and said calmly: "Of course it's not just me... If you are willing to join, there are already five great powers.

If we join forces, it will be enough to stir up a storm."

The eyes of the old ancestor Kunpeng looked at the emperor, as if evaluating the truth of his words.

After a moment, he said lightly: "Which Taoist friends are they?"

The emperor smiled slightly, he knew that the old ancestor Kunpeng's heart had been moved. He shook his head and said calmly: "If you agree to join, you can swear an oath first, and then I can tell you."

Ancestor Kunpeng frowned, his eyes revealed deep doubts, his voice was low and powerful: "With so many people, how should we distribute the Hongmeng Purple Qi if we really snatch it? Aren't you afraid that there will be constant internal fighting and become a laughing stock of others?"

The Emperor of Heaven did not change his expression, as if he had already anticipated this problem. He spoke slowly and calmly: "Of course, I am prepared. We can make a covenant and take turns to be in charge. Hongmeng Purple Qi, each person comprehends it for 500 years, and when it expires, it must be handed over to the next person. "

When the old ancestor Kunpeng heard this, a sneer appeared on his lips, and a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "This kind of constraint is not trustworthy. Who can guarantee that when a person gets the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he will not regret it again?"

The Emperor of Heaven smiled slightly, as if he had already made up his mind: "If you are worried about this, you can be the first to control the Hongmeng Purple Qi until the 500-year period expires."

A complex light flashed in the eyes of the old ancestor Kunpeng. He was silent for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons.

Finally, he nodded slowly: "Okay, I agree to your proposal, but I want to declare in advance that if things don't go well, I will withdraw immediately. "

The Emperor of Heaven nodded and agreed without hesitation.

"No problem, we all just want the Hongmeng Purple Qi, there's no need to risk our lives. Without the right opportunity, I won't take action."

"That would be the best."

Ancestor Kunpeng nodded and said, "In that case, I will wait for your good news."

The Emperor of Heaven secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, he didn't care about the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he just wanted to muddy the water first, and then fish in troubled waters.

His target was not Yang Ling, but the former God of Justice - Princess Yao Ji!

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