Chapter 168 The Golden Peak Immortal! The Background of the Nine Li!
This guy is none other than the Dark Evil God Tiger, who has extensive experience in escaping after being chased to the point of having nowhere to run.
Having obtained an escape technique from that mysterious inheritance, and after paying a considerable price, he finally escaped.
Then they encountered the spirit beasts of Devil Island.
After making some inquiries, he joined Alcatraz.
This addition is like a fish in water!
He kills and ravages at will, acting recklessly and wantonly, killing whomever he pleases and robbing whomever he pleases.
It suits him perfectly!
Once they got to know each other well, he wasn't satisfied.
Why should that woman, Poseidon, be the island's owner?
Why should she get all the good stuff?
He secretly colluded with several equally ambitious individuals, preparing to find an opportunity to overthrow her rule.
At that time, that devil fruit tree...
He licked his lips, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.
In the corner on the other side,
Little White, the Demon Soul Great White Shark, looked at the clansmen around him who were also cheering and jeering.
I was anxious, but there was nothing I could do.
These people have had their minds corrupted by Devil Fruits.
Although she could resist for a while, she couldn't hold out for long.
She hated Poseidon.
I hate Alcatraz.
But what could she do?
She looked at the dark evil tiger, which was radiating power among the demons.
This guy has big ambitions.
She then looked at the distant, faintly visible cloud boat.
Are there any members of her people up there who can save her?
She didn't know, but she had to find a way.
In the center of Alcatraz.
Poseidon stood with his hands behind his back beneath the enormous, ghost-faced tree.
All the demons on the island are on full display.
Those hideous demons, those greedy eyes, those restless ambitions.
She saw it all.
Including the Dark Evil God Tiger.
Including novices.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
fear.
greedy.
desire.
Depravity.
These negative emotions, thread by thread, seeped into the demon fruit tree behind them.
The fruit on the tree looked increasingly eerie.
"Not enough..."
She murmured to herself, her gaze passing over Devil's Island and looking towards the distant continent.
There, there are countless living beings.
Further afield lies the Battle Through the Heavens.
She could sense the terrifying aura lurking in the void.
A war, a feast of blood and flesh.
It's about to begin.
She smiled, but a hint of madness flashed in her eyes.
bring it on.
The more the better.
...
Outside the Douluo Continent, in the void.
A series of obscure auras appeared and disappeared.
These people are all from various major forces that migrated from the Central Plains of Doupo.
Terrified by the battle between the Emperors, they all migrated elsewhere.
The largest number of people come to the Northwest Region, and the reason is simple—
There is a rift leading to Douluo Continent here.
Curiosity is one aspect.
More importantly, they wanted to learn from the Soul Clan and secure one or two spots to go to the Primordial World.
As for the warning from the ancient tribes?
hehe.
In the battle of the Dou Di, who knows if those old guys will survive?
As long as I can get a spot, I'll just run away. Who cares if you threaten me or not?
The plan was good, but no one made the first move.
The oppressive aura emanating from that cloud boat made them wary.
Several of them possessed auras that were not weak even among Dou Sheng (Battle Saints).
And then there's that desert covered in flames—the Tagor Desert.
The eerie atmosphere emanating from inside made them feel uneasy.
Let's wait and see for a while.
No rush.
They lurked in the void, their eyes fixed intently on that new continent.
Like a pack of hungry wolves, eyeing lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Just waiting for an opportunity.
They'll pounce on it!
...
Erming hadn't run far when he suddenly caught sight of a mountain peak nearby emitting golden light.
That mountain was quite peculiar; it stood alone in the wilderness, neither touching the sky nor the ground, yet it was shrouded in mist and clouds, exuding an ethereal aura.
At the top of the mountain, an old man in a tattered Taoist robe was sitting at a stone table, leisurely brewing tea.
With white hair and beard, and a shiny bald head, he was quite distinctive.
It may not look particularly striking, but it has a way of making people feel friendly at first glance.
"Young friend Kongming, where are you rushing off to?"
The old man's voice wasn't loud, but it reached my ears clearly:
"Why don't you come down for a cup of tea and rest your feet?"
Er Ming was stunned.
Emptiness?
That's my Buddhist name, how did this old man know?
He looked at it a few more times, and the more he looked, the more familiar it seemed.
I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...
After thinking it over, since it wouldn't make a difference if it took a little longer, I pressed down from the clouds and descended.
"Old man, do you know me?"
The Golden Peak Immortal smiled and handed over a cup of tea:
"Young friend, you caused quite a ruckus at Mount Ling that day, what a show of power you had! I was right at the foot of the mountain, so of course I know you..."
Erming remembered.
That day, he was in a hurry to settle accounts with Tang San, and he did catch a glimpse of an old man in a tattered Taoist robe standing at the foot of the mountain watching the commotion.
I didn't pay attention at the time, but now that I think about it—
"It's you!"
He scratched his head, feeling a little embarrassed as he recalled that incident.
Back then, I thought I was so powerful, that I had turned Lingshan upside down.
Later I found out that all that talk of causing a ruckus at Mount Ling... they were just making a fool of him!
"Old man, what do you want from me?"
The Golden Peak Immortal leisurely poured himself a cup of tea:
"It's nothing serious. I just noticed you seemed to be in a hurry, so I wanted to ask you something—"
He looked up:
"Where are we going?"
Erming remained silent for a while.
For some reason, the old man's smiling face made people inexplicably want to vomit bitterness.
"Let me tell you..."
He recounted everything in one go: meeting Tang San, entering the valley, being poisoned, and running away.
The more I talked, the angrier I got:
"That idiot, I knew something was wrong a long time ago, but he still insisted on going in! Serves him right!"
"It would be better if he died, saving me from being tormented by that curse every day!"
The Golden Peak Immortal listened without interrupting, only nodding occasionally.
After Erming finished speaking, he slowly opened his mouth:
"This matter is indeed a miscarriage of justice."
"The journey to the west is a very important matter..."
Erming rolled his eyes:
"Whether I'm innocent or not is none of my business."
"I do have some connection with the Jiuli."
The Golden-Crowned Immortal picked up his teacup:
"If you are willing, young friend, I can take you to negotiate a settlement."
"What if I told you I could help you rescue that person?"
Er Ming was stunned:
"you?"
"How dare you look down on this humble Taoist priest?"
The Golden Peak Immortal smiled and gently beckoned with his hand.
The teacup in Erming's hand vanished instantly, without him even reacting!
Erming's pupils contracted.
This old man... he's really hiding his true abilities!
Erming hesitated for a moment.
To be honest, he really didn't want to save Tang San.
It would be best if that idiot died, but if Tang San died, the journey to the West would be cut short.
The journey to the west is cut off, what will happen to Xiao Wu?
Those bald monks will definitely hold Xiao Wu responsible.
He gritted his teeth: "Fine! I'll go with you!"
The Golden Peak Immortal put down his teacup and stood up:
"Then let's go. I've heard that the Li people love raising human Gu... If we stay any longer, your master will really become Gu material!"
"He's not my master!"
Erming stuck out his neck:
"I love it or not!"
But he still followed.
The Golden Peak Immortal smiled slightly, stood up, and flicked his sleeves.
The two rode on clouds and flew towards the Jiuli region.
...
On the way, the Golden Peak Immortal slowly told him about the Jiuli.
The Jiuli tribe is of mixed human and shamanic descent, but leans more towards the shamanic lineage.
When the witch clan migrated to the underworld,
Some of the great shamans were unwilling to leave and stayed behind, living in seclusion in the Jiuli tribe.
Therefore, this place is full of confidence and dares to contradict Chaoge...
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