It’s Okay to Go to the Internet Cafe

"What Netherworld religion? What ten saints? What does this have to do with me?" Wu Cai asked Sanlian puzzled.

Han San came up at this time and smiled at Wu Cai and explained: "Boss, this Netherworld Sect was known as the number one cult in the mainland five thousand years ago. It was once a disaster for the entire continent, and later it was the Shenzhou Empire and the three top cults. The sects united and eliminated this Nether Cult."

"But because there are many cultists in the Nether Cult, they escaped the siege of the empire and the sect. Later, the remaining Nether Cultists recuperated in the darkness of the mainland. After the Nether Cult grows, they come back and want to come back again. Dominate the continent."

"And this Tianjiao Ranking Tournament is the first step for the Nether Cult to show its strength to the major forces in the mainland."

"The three top sects and empires want to ask the boss to come and sit in order to ensure that the Nether Cult doesn't do any tricks in secret."

Wu Cai nodded suddenly: "That's it, I didn't think that there is still this part of the mainland's past."

Han San nodded and continued: "And this Nether Cult's top ten saints, with extraordinary strength, all master sorcery."

"First Saint Son: Dijiang, cultivation base: Divine Realm Consummation, good use of weapons: soft sword! The sorcery is unknown."

"Second Holy Child: Jumang, cultivation base: perfect distraction state, good use of weapons: double dragon stick! Sorcerer: unknown."

"The Third Son: Zhu Rong, cultivation base: late stage of the Divine Realm, good use of weapons: flame knife, sorcery: unknown."

"Fourth Son: Sushou, cultivation base: late stage of distraction, good use of weapons: Weng Jin double hammers, sorcery: unknown."

"The Fifth Son: Gonggong: In the late stage of cultivation and distraction, make good use of weapons: Longyin Spear, Witchcraft: Unknown."

"Sixth Son: Xuan Ming: In the late stage of cultivation and distraction, good use of weapons: thorny whip, sorcery: unknown."

"The Seventh Son: Tian Wu: In the late stage of the Divine Realm of cultivation, use weapons: bows and arrows, sorcery: unknown."

"The Eighth Son: Candle Nine Yin, perfect cultivation in the Divine Realm, good use of weapons: double moon silver hook, sorcery: unknown."

"The Ninth Son: Qiang Liang, in the late stage of the Divine Realm of Cultivation, make good use of weapons: Qinglong Yanyue Sword, Witchcraft: Unknown"

"The Tenth Son: Extravagant than the corpse, the cultivation base is at the level of distraction, perfect use of weapons: double iron whip, sorcery unknown."

"These are the basic information of the Ten Great Sons of Nether Cult." After Han San finished speaking, he was a little thirsty. He took out his membership card and swiped a handle of Coke, opened the bottle cap and poured two sips into his mouth.

"That's not right! How come the names of these ten saints are a bit similar to the twelve clans of the Wu Clan in the prehistoric times I told you?" Wu Cai looked at Mei Changsu in surprise and confusion, hoping it could know some information.

Mei Changsu smiled and said, "This is the modified name of the twelve ancestor witch in the original story they told you based on the boss."

"Damn! They're a bit shameless, they used ten of them, at least tens of millions of middle-grade spirit stones, if they have a name, but I have to collect copyright fees!" Wu Cai said.

"Hehe, boss, we have explained the ins and outs of this matter clearly, and I hope you don't regret it, boss." Mei Changsu smiled while holding Wu Cai.

Wu Cai waved his hand casually, "Don't worry, I will definitely be in that Tianshan Mountain in one month!"

The three of Mei Changsu handed over to Wu Cai and left for the game warehouse. There was a month left for them to hurry up and polish their foundations. By the way, could they get some magical props in the illusion.

Huang Lian watched Wu Cai fall into thinking, and said, "If the boss doesn't want to go, I can take him there."

Hearing this, Wu Cai shook his head, “I’ll do this alone. I’m thinking this Nether Church will not be the one behind the scenes. Do they want to plunge this continent into chaos so that they can take the opportunity to fish and overthrow the empire. And the three top powers to become the number one religious cult in the mainland."

Huang Lian looked at Wu Cai's ordinary face in surprise, and asked suspiciously, "Boss, why do you think this way?"

"Because I feel that this competition for hegemony in the Tianjiao rankings will be very unusual. Combined with the last time the mainland rumored that Internet cafes had a treasure that broke through Wuzun, I suspect that this Nether Cult might be the hand behind it." Wu Cai's face was gloomy and his hands were closed. At the same time, they stuck their chins and stared at the desk in the front desk for unknown reasons.

Huang Lian stared at Wu Cai for a moment, stretched out her hand and waved a red light from her fingers, disappearing into the void.

Far below a tomb of the imperial imperial mausoleum, there is a majestic large palace. In the main hall of the palace, there are four glamorous beauties wearing white gauze. Although they look different, they have the same eyes. They are all red. The pupil.

At this time, the four women stood upright on both sides of the main hall, motionless like four stone statues, but a red light shot out from the void in the hall. The red light appeared in the main hall, suddenly turning into a figure, and saw this figure indifferently looking inside the palace. When he saw four women, he said coldly: "Is the Wutong not here?"

"Pam" the four women kneeled together, bowed to the figure, and replied: "Princess, Master Wutong is still outside asking for some news."

The figure nodded slightly, and said, "You pass the word down, investigate the Netherworld Sect carefully, and dig out all the information about the Netherworld Sect for me."

"Yes!" The four women responded in unison. When they raised their heads, the figure had turned into a red light and slowly disappeared into the hall.

There is a large island above the South China Sea, a vast and majestic black palace. There are two ghost flags at the gate of the palace, and the plaque on the gate reads Nether Cult. This is the main altar of Nether Sect. .

When the Nether Cult was in trouble, the remaining Nether Cultists led Mo Wushen, the only son of the leader of the Nether Cult, and crossed the sea together, escaped from the empire and the three major forces, came to the South China Sea and found a huge island. , And establish a new Nether Cult on the island, and the leader of the Nether Cult is the son of the former leader-Mo Wushen!

This Mo Wushen is a grand talent and has taught Netherworld from nothing in just a few years. In order to achieve his ambition to dominate the world, he slowly infiltrated some loyal believers into the empire and major forces. After so many years of hard work, it can finally break out today. Once the Tianjiao Ranking Tournament is over, the Nether Cult will attack the entire Wuchang Continent. It will sweep the power on the road, and then occupy the first place in the mainland. The doctrines of "Publication" spread to everyone, so that people will not be confused all their lives, and guide them to higher places.

In fact, Mo Wushen thought this way. He felt that the people on the mainland were too ignorant and needed the leadership of people like him. He wanted to create a feat that surpassed Emperor Shenzhou I, and was bound to establish the world's No. 1 religion to guide the world.

Mo Wushen stood in front of the window with his hands behind his hands in a house, watching the rough waves, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Boom, dong, dong," three knocks on the door, interrupting Mo Wushen's thoughts, he faintly said, "Come in."

The house opened in an instant and entered a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. This girl was beautiful, with big and watery eyes, which made people feel that her eyes could talk and were very smart.

The girl bowed to Mo Wushen with a hint of dissatisfaction. Looking at Mo Wushen's back, the girl asked, "Why don't you let me participate in the Tianjiao Ranking Tournament?" The girl's voice was crisp, and she heard human ears. Very comfortable in the middle.

Mo Wushen didn't turn around to look at the girl when he heard the girl. He still stared at the rolling waves, and said lightly: "Don't let you have my own reason."

The girl frowned and asked, "Just because I'm your biological daughter, won't you let me go?"

Mo Wushen shook his head, "Your strength is not enough. If you go, it will only be bad. You stay here honestly, and there will be opportunities for you to go out in the future."

All that said, the girl could only sigh helplessly, and walked slowly out of the house, gently closing the door, and the moment she walked out of the room, tears overflowed from the girl’s eyes, and crystal tears slowly passed over the girl’s. The face fell on the blanket on the ground.

When Mo Wushen heard the house door closed, he couldn't help sighing, "Hey, pity you are my last relative. I won't let you run into danger. I can only stay here for a while."