Listening to his words, Pan Ning's forehead broke out in sweat, and he could feel his clothes on the back soaked with sweat. He was afraid that he would get angry and take it out on his Pan family. For a moment, his body was a little stiff, and he didn't dare to speak. He just stood there with his head down, forcing himself to remain calm.
If, if his elder brother was here, he would definitely know what to do right now...
Haoer looked at the emperor with bright eyes above him, pursed his lips, and saw that there was no one else in the palace except these few people who knew their background, so he said: "We are not immortals, but we are people who practice immortality."
Hearing this, the emperor was delighted and smiled immediately. He wanted to ask something, but paused, frowned, and asked, "What about the immortal from before? Is he the same as you?"
"Who said it was a cultivator?" Hao'er glanced at him and said, "It's just a demon that has cultivated into a spirit."
"What? A demon!" The emperor was shocked, and his expression changed slightly: "How can such a thing exist in this world?"
Seeing that the conversation was open, Haoer said, "If there are immortals, there are naturally demons. What's so strange about that? However, the spiritual energy in your mortal world is extremely weak, so there should be fewer things that can be cultivated into demons. I guess the demon came from somewhere else."
"Our mortal world? Is there any other world besides this one?" The emperor asked in a daze. He felt that the mysteries that he had never encountered before were unfolding before him little by little.
"That's natural."
Haoer looked at them and said, "There are three thousand worlds in this world, and the mortal world you are in is only the lowest level. In this mortal world, there will be no immortal cultivators. Unless there is a great opportunity, you will not even see an immortal cultivator in your lifetime."
"But I saw you! Hahahaha! Doesn't this prove that I am also a person with great opportunity?" There was a blazing light in his eyes and a hint of excitement appeared on his face.
Haoer glanced at him, pursed his lips, and thought to himself: This emperor is extremely shameless.
"Back then, Pan Hong was determined not to survive that night. I guess you were the ones who saved him, right?" The emperor didn't care about his silence. He was still excited at this moment. He stared at the three of them with burning eyes and asked, "What magical powers do you have? Can you show them to me?"
"You haven't suffered yet?" Hao'er looked at him strangely, thinking to himself: Is this guy looking for abuse
"Hehehe, I just want to know, can you fly on the clouds? Can you move mountains and seas? Can you..." Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Hao'er.
"No." Hao'er snorted with a cold face.
"Then what can you do?" he asked quickly.
The host, who was standing aside without saying anything but digesting their words secretly, saw this and hurried forward, put his hands together and chanted a Buddhist mantra: "Amitabha, Your Majesty, I think we should talk about the monster now. There is now a monster like that around Your Majesty in the palace, which is a threat."
"cough!"
The emperor coughed lightly, and then he remembered the demon from before. He immediately relaxed his expression, and with the majesty of an emperor, he looked at Hao'er and the other two and said, "If the demon hadn't said he wanted to eat you, I might not have doubted him. But now that we know he's a demon, what kind of demon is he? Can you deal with him?"