The two craftsmen walked in, saluted Ning Wujian and the black-clothed foreman, and said a few words, and then, the black-clothed foreman walked in front of Li Jing, the king of Tota, and said to the craftsman behind him: "That's it, carry him away." ”

The craftsman carried Li Tianwang out the door.

Nezha saw Ning Wujian looking at him, he was so nervous that he was so nervous, sweat seeped out of his forehead, and the tense atmosphere froze the air.

"Let's go, let's go somewhere else!"

Ning Wuqian turned around and said to the black-clothed foreman.

"Yes, King!"

The two figures walked out, the lights went out, and the black-clothed foreman casually closed the fence gate.

Seeing the two leaving, Nezha let out a long breath, and at the same time felt a little regretful in his heart, could it be that Ning Wuqian also took refuge in Wutian? Presumably so, the black-clothed foreman was so respectful, maybe he would be an enemy when he met in the future.

Packing up his mood, Nezha hurriedly followed to the door, looked out, and saw that the two had left far away, so he returned to the warehouse and looked for it among the neatly arranged Luo Tian gods.

Finally, he saw the Jade Emperor. He walked quickly to the Jade Emperor, stretched out his hand to remove the charm that was pressing on his head, and called softly: "Your Majesty." ”

The Jade Emperor remained motionless, still standing. Nezha leaned into his ear and whispered twice: "Your Majesty." Your Majesty. ”

The Jade Emperor did not react at all.

Nezha frowned, what kind of law did Wutian cast, and what is the situation in the outside world?

"That's it, let's get out of the city first!"

Paying attention, Nezha looked around, stood up and walked to the fence gate, and said softly: "Small!"

The body became flat and small in an instant. Nezha was squeezing out of the gap in the fence, only to hear a soft bang, his body swelled up, stuck in the middle of the fence, unable to get in, and unable to get out. Nezha was shocked.

In the distance, the voices and footsteps of the craftsmen could be faintly heard. The voice is getting closer and closer, and Nezha is in a hurry. I struggled with all my might. Suddenly, the two ordinary wooden fences turned into two pythons, which wrapped his hands around him, and the head of the snake spat out the letter and licked it and stabbed him in the face.

Nezha was shocked, and then he realized that the seemingly ordinary fence gate was actually transformed into a giant python! The snake's head was getting closer and closer to him, and sweat broke out on his forehead. He struggled desperately, the head of the snake had reached his face, and Nezha was anxious. Opened his mouth violently and bit the snake's head, the python struggled and gradually let go of Nezha. At this time, Nezha had already seen the shadows of the craftsmen, casting them on the rock wall of the tunnel and shaking.

Nezha immediately turned into a gecko, swam quickly to the top of the tunnel, and lurked. The craftsmen walked briskly. Nezha let out a long breath and returned to his original form. Walk slowly forward. In front of it was a small studio with voices coming from inside. Nezha came to the door and read softly: "Hidden." ”

The body disappeared in an instant. Nezha squeezed in through the crack in the door, only to see two cloud beds in the workshop. Lying on the bed - the same two Li Tianwang. From the shape of their faces to their figures, there was no difference between them, they seemed to be carved out of a mold, and even he couldn't recognize which one was his father. Nezha was stunned. Then. A black-clothed craftsman walked over, placed the dough-like mold on the face of the real Li Tianwang, and pressed it hard. Then he gently took it off and buckled it on the face of the fake Li Tianwang on the side, and then picked up a small scimitar from his side and mended it little by little.

The fake Li Tianwang said: "The Heavenless Buddha is too careful. Let me wait to fix it every three months. Even now, no shrewd person can see it. ”

The craftsman replied: "If you are not afraid of 10,000, you are afraid of what happens, there are countless capable people in the world, don't spoil the Buddha's great things!"

Fake Li Tianwang nodded: "You craftsmen in the Asura Realm are really magical, and you have created us fake gods, not to mention that others can't recognize them, even we ourselves can't recognize them!"

As he spoke, he laughed happily. The craftsman also smiled: "There is a great sage in our Asura Realm, who is the Holy Hand Divine Sword. He was also a disciple of Rulai, but was later accepted by the Buddha of Heavenlessness. When you see him, that's what a miracle you can do!"

The fake Li Tianwang was surprised: "There are still such capable people?"

The craftsman said: "Of course. ”

Nezha heard this and thought for a moment.

Suddenly, his figure made a soft "bang", and one arm was exposed. Nezha was shocked, and he was busy using the stealth method to hide his arms.

But this soft sound is also quite obvious in this small room. The craftsman had apparently heard it, and he turned back and asked, "What sound?"

The False Heavenly King said, "Voice, why didn't I hear it?" ”

The craftsman looked around, but there was no one around, only the blue flame of the green furnace next to it.

"Maybe it's the sound of the flames!"

Nezha, who was eavesdropping on the side, broke out in a cold sweat. He did not dare to linger any longer, and hurried out of the workshop and returned to the tunnel. Nezha walked lightly, and suddenly found that his arms and legs were exposed.

He was startled, and hurriedly used the stealth method again to hide his whole body.

"Why do today's spells fail so many times? ”

In the dark, a pair of eyes were fixed on Nezha, and Ning Wuji, who was following the black-clothed foreman, smiled, and it was still fun to tease Nezha occasionally.

"This is the ...... of the Seventh Workshop," the black-clothed foreman led Ning Wujian to understand the Dark Abyss stronghold.

"Oh no, it's on fire, the ninth workshop is on fire!" Suddenly, a craftsman came running from not far away.

The black-clothed foreman was shocked when he heard this, and hurriedly ran over, shouting at the same time, "Don't put out the fire soon......

Nezha meditated all the way to the outside of the cave. The tunnels in the rock walls of the mountain are filled with torches made of pine ming, which makes this already gloomy place even more terrifying. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps at the end of the hallway, and a voice shouted, "Oh no......"

Nezha thought that he had been discovered, and immediately became nervous.

The voice shouted, "Workshop 9 is on fire!

Several craftsmen ran past him to put out the fire, and Nezha was relieved. He took a deep breath, turned around, and suddenly a tall black shadow appeared in front of him, if it weren't for Nezha's quick reaction, he would have almost crashed into this person.

Black-robed protector!

Nezha held his breath and looked at him quietly. The two were already standing face to face, so frightened that Nezha didn't dare to move.

The black-robed protector stopped suddenly. Although he couldn't see Nezha, he seemed to smell something. He sniffled vigorously and said, "What smell?"

He looked around, but there was no one in sight. At this time, a few more people shouted, "Fight the fire! Workshop 9 is on fire!"

Hurried past him, and the black-robed gaze was taken away by the craftsmen.

Taking advantage of this moment, Nezha rose up, jumped in the air, and hovered above the head of the black robe.

The black robe turned around and sniffed again, but found nothing, so he ran towards the Nine Workshops of Fire. (To be continued......)