Under the secret control of Zhao Yuan and the Huangsai restricted area, Mr. Qiuye and a group of cultivators arrived at the foot of Mount Jialuo.
Looking at the faintly exposed corner of the temple on the top of the mountain, everyone's eyes were filled with fire, even Mr. Akiba, the second-level Araemon who was aloof from the world, was no exception.
Like the cultivators around him, he came to the deserted temple with a motive, but it is still unknown whether it is the golden elixir of relics.
"Everyone, the top of the mountain is the deserted temple." Even though everyone knew it, Mr. Qiuye, who was the second-level deserted guard, still explained to everyone gently: "The golden elixir of relics you want is in that temple, but...
...I would like to remind you that Jialuo Mountain is not that easy to climb, and the deserted temple is also inaccessible."
The respected old man did not want to harm these young practitioners. He tried his best to use what he knew as a warning, lest some arrogant young people lose their lives in vain.
"With Mr. Akiba here, what do we have to fear?"
There are always some people who pretend to be confused and want to get a shortcut by pretending to be stupid. However, such people usually end up not very good. For example, the practitioner who spoke was quickly slapped with a sap.
The one who did it was naturally Mr. Qiuye’s disciple, Qian Wankuan.
He has his own set of rules for doing things, which may seem a bit crazy and incomprehensible to outsiders, but in his own mind, it is normal and reasonable.
Mr. Akiba has always turned a blind eye to this.
It is not only wild beasts that eat people in Huangsai, but also other cultivators who are also human beings.
They should have known this truth a long time ago. If they didn't know it...it wouldn't be a pity to die.
"Huangwei has the responsibilities of Huangwei. You can only go up Mount Garo on your own." Mr. Qiuye's words gave up hope to many cultivators who were hoping for luck.
But the results he wanted were far more than that.
In front of everyone, after the highly respected Mr. Qiuye said those words, he led the disciples of Zhiqiu Academy towards Mount Jialuo.
Obviously, his duty was to escort his disciples and grandchildren up the mountain.
Qian Wanguan, who was following the old gentleman, looked back at the stunned crowd, with a look of contempt on his lips.
A group of poor people with no background are worthy of wishing for the golden elixir!
Everyone was angry, but helpless.
Why don't we have an ancestor of the second-level Huangwei here? Otherwise, it would not be Zhiqiu Academy's turn to show off its power.
In the crowd, Zhao Yuan straightened his back, ignored Qian Waguan's sarcasm, and only silently set his sights on the end of the path leading to the mountain.
He is looking forward to it!
When the mountain wind came down from the path and blew the ribbon around the waist of the leading old man, Zhao Yuan moved.
He attacked the strange cultivator who was closest to him.
Unfortunately, before this practitioner could react, he had already fallen to the ground and was extremely cold.
The more than twenty Qingling students behind him were stunned.
They still didn't understand why the chief wanted to attack the fellow Taoist next to them. They were clearly chatting and laughing just now, and had made an appointment to have a drink together after leaving Huangsai.
Zhao Yuan quickly explained to these idiots.
"There is only one golden elixir!"
Yes, there is only one relic elixir.
With so many people on board, who is the right one?
People die for wealth and birds die for food. Opportunities on the road are rare. If you don't rob others, you can only watch when others do.
His words are like the key to the abyss, releasing the beast in the sanctimonious and seducing the darkness in the hypocritical.
The scene was chaotic.
Some practitioners wanted to fish in troubled waters, so they ran towards the mountain road first, but fell to the ground after running a few steps only to realize that their legs were still several feet behind them.
He had already been beheaded to the waist!
There are also cultivators who throw out the Taoist monk's head and continue to kill other people like crazy, completely forgetting that if it were not for the Taoist monk beside him, he might have been buried in the beast before he came to the foot of Mount Jialuo.
Things of the mouth.
Things like this happened in every corner of the field, and the situation was as tragic as the beasts attacking the city that day.
Qian Waguan and others have long been accustomed to this.
He has been living in the wilderness for so long, and he has never seen any scenes of fratricide. It can even be said that the closer the blood relatives are, the more vicious the attacks will be. This is why the restricted area of life can exist in the mainland for so long.
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"Grandpa, let's hurry up and go to the temple." Qian Wagguan stopped watching the excitement and whispered to Mr. Qiuye.
The tone was very respectful and extremely flattering.
Mr. Akiba made a "hmm" sound from his nose and raised his feet again.
But this time, his raised foot failed to fall as expected.
At the end of the mountain road, a young man stood with his hands behind his hands, staring at himself with a smile but not a smile.
There is a figure standing next to the young man. From a distance, he looks neither human nor ghost.
The figure is as slender as a bamboo pole, wearing a pitch-black military robe, a dome-shaped military cap with a tassel on his head, a figure-eight mustache with slightly raised ends, a pointed mouth and monkey cheeks, a narrow nose and thin lips, giving him the appearance of a mean, sycophantic, sinister and vicious kid.
The person and ghost who appeared were Wang Jin and Cui Tougou who had been waiting here for a long time.
"How come this junior doesn't know how to live or die?" After all, Mr. Qiuye is someone who has seen big scenes. He was surprised by the strange pair in front of him, but he was not afraid.
I saw him slowly retract his dangling feet and said in a scolding tone: "If you don't practice well and follow evil spirits to muddy the waters, you won't be afraid of being eaten by dirty things in the middle of the night, including your skin and bones."
Wang Jin degenerated into a running dog in the restricted area, but fundamentally he is still a living person, unlike a scum like a life-begging dog, who forced people to death by collecting debts during his lifetime, and turned into a life-begging dog after death to collect debts everywhere. Therefore, Mr. Qiuye only regarded him as someone with whom
Being sneaky together for a long time brought bad luck.
Wang Jin smiled.
"Old guy, even if you are about to die, you still don't forget to use your cultivation level to disgust your servants." Wang Jin said with a disgusted expression.
Mr. Akiba is a man of status, so he naturally doesn't have the luxury of getting into trouble with an ignorant junior, but the group of disciples and grandsons behind him are not happy about it.
Whoever sees the desolate warriors and desolate guards in the desolate fortress must not be respectful to them. Even if their cultivation level is far higher than the other party, they must show courtesy. This is a rule jointly set by the seven desolate kings!
Who dares not to listen?
The little kid in front of me could be fooled by lard and dare to make trouble on Tai Sui's head!
As the chief of Zhiqiu Academy, Qian Wankuan naturally had the opportunity to show off in front of his grandfather.
"Fellow Taoist is not old, but his tone is not small. Do you know who is standing in front of you?" Qian Wagguan asked angrily, puffing up his chest.
Wang Jin tilted his head and said calmly: "The founding ancestor of Zhiqiu College is not only the second-level Huangwei in the Desolate Fortress, but also the only one among all the Huangwei who has become the second-order Huangwei with the Golden Elixir Dzogchen Realm.
Cultivator, Mr. Akiba."
Every name he gave was enough to make people respect the old man mentioned in his words, otherwise arrogant Li Yinyang would not know Mr. Qiuye.
Qian Waguan was obviously stunned.
The young man in front of him knew the ancestor of his college better than he did, so how dare he be so presumptuous.
"You are really a little toad sitting in a well who doesn't know the heights of the world. Take my advice and don't be stupid at this juncture, otherwise you won't get any good results. Get out of the way now. I don't have to worry about you." Before Qian Wagguan finished speaking, he
He saw a group of shadows coming towards him.
He subconsciously reached out to pick it up, and Mr. Akiba's scolding sounded in his ears.