"You want to give me the Taoist Fruit?" Xu Zimo said in surprise.
"Originally, this was reserved for me," Grandpa Wang said with a smile.
"But I am old, and it is not certain whether I will survive after this war.
This fruit of enlightenment is considered as reward.
I hope you can find a good place for this eternal sacred tree."
"How about it, do you want to think about it?"
"What's the point of considering a win-win situation?" Xu Zimo shook his head and laughed.
"I agreed."
"But you have no confidence in Yaochi?
Do you think Yaochi will definitely be destroyed?"
"How should I put it?" Grandpa Wang smiled.
"I'm just preparing for the worst. If Yaochi can survive it, that would be the best."
"I think you are a little pessimistic," Xu Zimo said.
"I'm not pessimistic, at least in terms of apparent strength, Cangxuan Territory is much stronger than Yaochi," Grandpa Wang said.
"There are sixteen demon clans in the demon clan, and there is a most powerful person in each clan."
“How are the strongest divided?
Divide the bodies into three?" Xu Zimo asked.
"The Three Corpses are truly the pinnacle of the world.
How can it be."
Grandpa Wang shook his head and smiled.
"If there are sixteen three-corpse strong men, then why fight?
Just surrender.
I am referring to the three-flowered warrior."
"And you have to understand that there are strong and weak people in the same three-flower world.
For example, before, the White Crane Patriarch and I were both Sanhua, but if they join forces, they may not be my opponents."
Xu Zimo nodded slightly.
When you reach the level of Sanhua, victory or defeat is not only determined by quantity, but also by strength.
A powerful Sanhua expert can often change the direction of a battle.
Xu Zimo nodded and asked: "How many strong three-flower warriors are there in the Sixteen Demon Clan?"
"I really don't know about this. Every force has some secretly cultivated existence."
Grandpa Wang explained.
“But what’s really worth noting is the leader of the Sixteen Demon Clan.
They are not ordinary Sanhua strong men.
Every single one of them can be as good as me."
Xu Zimo nodded.
After all, the Sixteenth Demon Clan carries one of the Nine Domains, so it is understandable that they are powerful.
But no one knows how strong Yaochi can be, because Yaochi has always been low-key since its establishment.
………
The Peach Holy Meeting will start soon tomorrow.
After Xu Zimo finished chatting with Grandpa Wang, he left.
As for this eternal sacred tree.
He kept yelling that no one cared about his feelings.
Neither of them cared.
Because this eternal sacred tree is still in its infancy and has no fighting power at all.
And its character is afraid of death.
Of course, Xu Zimo did not take away the Eternal Sacred Tree immediately, unless the situation was irreversible and Yaochi's defeat was certain.
At night, Xu Zimo returned to the Broken Wolf Valley.
He came to the top of the valley and looked up at the sky over Yaochi.
The sky over Kunlun Mountain is bright with stars, and it seems to be a night sky that never changes.
Originally he was looking at the scenery, but suddenly, Xu Zimo seemed to sense something.
He frowned and looked towards a mountain col in Duanlang Valley.
I saw that mist began to fill the mountain valley that was originally full of strange rocks.
In the mist, the howling of wolves was faintly visible.
"What kind of resentment is this?" Xu Zimo muttered to himself.
He quickly walked towards the mountain col.
As he approached, he could increasingly feel the intensity of resentment, rushing towards him, as if it was about to drown him.
Amidst the resentment, a humanoid creature slowly walked out.
If you look closely, you will see that it is a wolf.
It walked upright on its legs and came out of the fog.
"A stranger has come to this valley," the werewolf laughed.
"Did Old Man Wang ask you to come?"
"Who are you?" Xu Zimo asked.
"It seems you don't know me," the werewolf squinted slightly and looked possessively at Xu Zimo with his scarlet eyes.
"Could it be the dinner you brought me?"
After he finished speaking, he rushed towards Xu Zimo directly.
Xu Zimo struck back with a sword, but this sword struck in the illusion.
A knife passed through the werewolf's body.
The werewolf laughed loudly, "Boy, it seems I didn't scare you.
I am the soul of resentment. Although you can see me, we are not in the same space.
They cannot attack each other."
"Is he already dead?" Xu Zimo muttered to himself.
Then he raised his head and replied: "This Broken Wolf Valley is quite interesting. There is a trace of resentment, but it is not dealt with."
"I haven't seen a stranger for a long time. Come and chat with me," the werewolf replied.
"You know the legend of the Broken Wolf Valley?"
Xu Zimo nodded.
Wang Ya had told him before that tens of thousands of years ago, the Wolf King of Cangxuan Territory suddenly attacked Yaochi.
And he's alone.
Killed several Taoist powerhouses in a row.
In the end, he was killed here by King Jiuyan. The Wolf King was unwilling and his corpse corrupted the land.
The two fangs turned into two mountains.
To be continued...