"I don't know if His Highness the Eighth Prince will be the heir of the Heavenly Emperor, but I know... the seal at the entrance to the Demon Realm is loose, and even the Censor of the Demon Realm can come out to harm the world, let alone other demons. Great battle...."
Even the Jingwei leader of Nantianmen started to worry, which shows how bad the situation is.
It is said that immortals cannot descend to earth casually, that is because they are of low rank, because they are not qualified.
High-ranking ones, such as Bairan, may have to run back and forth a few times a day, and now the incomparably noble Eighth Highness also suddenly visited, which surprised Pluto. To be honest, he is not familiar with the Eighth Highness.
Or should I put it this way, over the years, Mingyan has been just like everyone except Bairan.
Even nodding acquaintances is not counted, because he has always been cold and ruthless, no matter how great a god you are, there is no face-to-face with him. After closing the door, they gradually moved away.
Pluto always likes to be quiet, and this actually fulfills him.
When Tian Yao arrived, Pluto had just returned from his inspection of Huahai on the other side, and the two walked across from each other.
"His Royal Highness." Pluto nodded, as if he had seen him.
If it were other gods, seeing His Highness the Eighth Prince would definitely give a big gift, but Mingyan didn't need it. He and Bairan were very senior in the heavens, and they were both people of the same generation as the Emperor of Heaven. Although there was a bit of difference in position, but The difference is not huge.
"Uncle Pluto, how are you doing recently?"
Pluto helped his forehead with an embarrassed look on his face. The two of them obviously looked similar. In terms of appearance, the Eighth Prince is not as good-looking as Pluto? But this uncle really made Mingyan's forehead hurt.
But that's right, Mingyan is many years older than the Eighth Prince, and has lived many years longer.
They are all of the same generation as his father, so calling him an uncle is a great way to save face.
Now within the Three Realms and Six Paths, there are not many people who can make the Eighth Prince Tian Yao call him uncle, except for him and Bai Ran, only a few old monsters from Tianwaitian can get the honorific title of the royal family.
"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. Since I took charge of the underworld, I have been fine."
"Then I wonder if Uncle Pluto can treat my nephew to a cup of tea?"
"Please, Your Highness."
Saying that, the two walked side by side into Fengdu Hall one after another.
The messenger next to Hades rushed to serve tea. In fact, it didn't matter whether he had tea or not, because we all knew that someone with the identity of the Eighth Prince must have something to do when he suddenly visited the underworld, otherwise he wouldn't hang out.
But Ming Yan is not a good person. If you don't tell me, he will naturally not ask.
The two men who played the role of the emperor sat opposite each other, and the aura exuding from their bodies was hard to find in the world.
"Uncle Pluto, to be honest, I'm here this time, and I actually want to inquire about someone from you."
"Excuse me, Your Highness." Pluto held the teacup, his face as calm as water.
"Gu heard that there is a direct descendant from the aunt of Jiutian Xuannv. Is this true?"
After Pluto heard this, the hand holding the teacup paused, raised his head and asked him, "Where did you hear this, Your Highness?"
Tian Yao smiled slightly, "Uncle Pluto, you also know that our Jiuchongtian is very boring. If there is no banquet, we are very free, so we will naturally pass some interesting stories. I went to Zixian Mountain for a few days ago. I heard it from my colleagues over there. I immediately became interested. The rumors are very mysterious. It is said that the descendants of the Jiutian clan used the Jiutian holy fire so superbly that even you were once defeated... "
After finishing speaking, His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince deliberately observed Pluto's expression, trying to find some useful loopholes for himself.