Chapter 192 Kunlun's Prison Food

That was an old Daoist, white-haired and appearing utterly without the air of a master.

Even the scabbard of the sword on his back was covered in patches of rust.

Vishnu didn't take him seriously at all, and attacked directly.

The old man lifted his right hand, and the long sword rose, still in its sheath.

"Please."

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Kunlun Mountain.

Earlier, something had happened that caused the entire Kunlun Mountain to tremble. With Taotie's instinctive senses, it felt as if the food in its hands was about to sprout legs and fly away. Of course, this didn't mean that it considered Kunlun as food, it was just a special way for Taotie to describe it.

It was like the feeling of a cooked duck flying away.

It felt as if Kunlun Mountain had been summoned and was about to sprout wings and biu away.

Taotie was puzzled and uncertain, not knowing what was happening.

Had the Queen Mother of the West returned?!

That hot-tempered old… the Kunlun main deity whom the young gods all deeply respected and revered.

Otherwise, how could there be a second god capable of stirring the very concept of Kunlun Mountain itself?

After all, Lu Wu represented rules, the Garden of Heaven, and Kai Ming represented insight, the Nine Gates of Heaven. Only the Queen Mother of the West could touch that terrifying concept of 'a single thought enduring forever, all realms unyielding'.

However, it quickly stopped caring about this small matter.

It reached out, grabbed a piece of Kunlun Mountain rock, crunched it to pieces in its mouth, and swallowed it.

It shuddered a few times.

"Seriously, it's icy, hard, and gets stuck in your teeth."

"Truly authentic!"

Taotie sighed, then crawled straight out of the cave, looking back to see that the place where Kunlun Mountain had sealed it had been eaten away into a tunnel. It was a key issue that few in the Age of Gods knew, but many of the Xuanyuan tribe were aware of.

As long as what you used to lock up Taotie wasn't stronger than its stomach,

You simply couldn't confine it.

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Taotie casually tossed the last piece of rock into its mouth, chewing loudly:

"Authentic, truly authentic."

"Kunlun Mountain's prison food."

"It's been years since I tasted this flavor."

The only monster that could consistently trace Taotie emerged. As a monster that could serve as Taotie's attendant, it didn't need to be powerful, or even useful, but it had to possess one extremely important characteristic—

It couldn't be delicious!

Or rather, it had to be as unpalatable as a stink bug.

If it tasted even a little bit good, Taotie would eat it as a snack.

At that moment, seeing its boss escape again, it was filled with emotion.

Worthy of being the boss.

It was also that the Kunlun Mountain god was too arrogant, actually thinking that ordinary restrictions could confine Taotie? This was Taotie, did they understand the weight of those two words?! Of all things in the world, how could anything confine Taotie?

Just as it was about to say this, its voice suddenly stopped.

It seemed, possibly, there really was…

If that Kunlun Mountain god made a restriction out of the food he cooked.

It was estimated that it really could stop Taotie.

For Taotie, the problem wasn't that it was unappetizing, the problem was that it would vomit after eating it.

How could it tolerate that?

It couldn't tolerate that!

It had followed Taotie for so many years.

What hadn't it seen?!

But something that could make Taotie vomit,

It really hadn't seen that before.

The human world was truly strange.

It couldn't help but sigh, looking at Taotie, who had escaped again, full of vigor, and asked, "Boss, where do we go next?" Then it added with some worry, "But, are we just leaving like this? That Kunlun Mountain god seemed a bit ridiculously strong."

"Truly god-level combat ability."

"Hmph, of course we're leaving. A true man is born between heaven and earth, how can he remain subservient to another?!"

Taotie spoke heroically.

It had been trapped in Kunlun Mountain for some time, but at least it still had its phone and computer.

Taotie had endured until just now to stuff these two things into its stomach, so it wouldn't directly eat the circuit boards with Kunlun ice and snow as snacks. Now, it said, "Although we're leaving, I won't break my promise to that Chen kid."

"Although I can guess that he wants the gold and iron of the Four Seas and Nine Provinces, he's definitely planning to attack the Water God Gonggong, but that's actually the best thing for us. Hmph, we'll help him find back the gold and iron of the Nine Provinces, and when Gonggong is strengthened, he will definitely not sit idly by. Shi Yi of the Great Wilderness and the god who holds up the sky will also come here."

"A three-legged stand, and the world will be in chaos."

"And only in chaos will I, will we, have a chance!"

"To watch from the sidelines!"

"At that time, I will return to my mountain, take charge of the sky-supporting luck of the Four Extremes of the Earth, and my strength can be fully unleashed. And that Chen kid will leave the human Kunlun Mountain, and his own strength will definitely decline. At the very least, if he wants to defeat me, he will have to pay a price."

This was the arrogance and surging confidence naturally possessed by one of the Four Fiends, a complete Four Fiends, a top master capable of resisting the invasion of evil gods in an era, and holding the concept of myth. Taotie's eyes were deep, and his tone was calm, as if he had outlined an infinitely beautiful future in his words.

"Attacking me will be harmful and not beneficial. With a three-legged stand, everyone will be worried about problems."

"Who would do such an unprofitable deal?"

Taotie stood with his hands behind his back, his aura majestic.

That attendant beast was pleasantly surprised and respectful. It was said that Taotie was the weakest of the Four Fiends, but just this insight into the world, and this courage to maneuver among the three forces about to erupt in war, already far exceeded the dark and sinister Taowu and the arrogant Qiongqi.

So calm, powerful, and unyielding!

Worthy of you, Lord Taotie!

It was completely convinced!

It said, "Then, boss, what do we do next?"

"Go to the land of Shu and get some hotpot."

The beast's expression froze.

It coughed and said, "Boss, you misunderstood. I'm not talking about what we're going to do immediately, but what should we do in this era of great contention, with the return of the Classic of Mountains and Seas, the reality of the Great Wilderness, and the battle between the human Kunlun and the Four Seas Gonggong about to begin? What should we do in the face of such a wonderful and magnificent era?"

Taotie replied, "Go to the land of Shu and get some hotpot."

The beast: "…………"

Damn it!

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Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Lin Shouyi hurried out with the Heavenly Master's Seal. Soon, all the major sects, as long as there were still inheritors, appeared one by one, dressed in Daoist attire, and rushed out together. On the vast Dragon Tiger Mountain, only those newly entered disciples who had not yet cultivated any fame remained.

All the other fellow disciples had left.

Only Xiao A Xuan remained on Dragon Tiger Mountain.

He was doing online homework for Feng Siyu.

"A Xuan, aren't you the junior brother of the white-bearded old Daoist? Why didn't you leave this time?"

Feng Siyu sat on the warm kang, her little face like a soft rice cake resting on the table, as if it was about to flatten. The handsome young man with delicate features and long, black eyelashes was diligently doing his homework. "Why? Because I haven't been ordained yet."

"Eh? You're already at the level of a grand-uncle, and you haven't been ordained yet?"

Xiao A Xuan thought for a moment.

In his vaguely remembered memories, his senior brother found him in the ruins. At that time, his senior brother was still a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Daoist, seemingly injured, his Daoist robe covered in blood, his hair disheveled, his forehead wounded, blood flowing into his eyes, but he smiled and reached out from the light to pull him out.

Since then, his memories had continued to fade, maintaining fifteen years of memories.

But he always remembered this scene.

In a hundred years, he had never seen such a peerless young immortal again.

A Xuan shook his head: "Senior brother said I shouldn't stay in the Daoist sect."

"Ordination is a constraint to me."

"So he won't give it to me."

"Eh? Does he want to kick you out?" The little phoenix became anxious and said, "Then, if it really doesn't work out, you can come to my place." Feng Siyu patted her flat chest and said, "Don't worry, there's a snack shop in the Zhenyao Museum where you can live, but you'll have to sleep on the floor."

She added, "My wings have to be on the bed."

"But I can put three layers... no, five layers of mattress on the floor for you!"

A Xuan pursed his lips and smiled, "No, senior brother won't kick me out."

"He said that in the Daoist sect, there are no rules, you can come and go as you please. You can come when you want to come, and leave when you want to leave. If you're tired of wandering the mountains and want to come back, you can come back. It's just that ordination is different, it represents a kind of responsibility."

"It's something you only do when you truly and wholeheartedly agree to it, so he won't give it to me."

He sighed, "But why won't he give it to me?"

"I grew up on Dragon Tiger Mountain, this is my root, and my home."

"I'm willing to stay here."

The young Daoist's tone was a little sad, but he suddenly paused slightly.

The little phoenix in front of him reached out and pressed down on the top of his head, then vigorously messed up his hair with both hands.

His neatly combed black hair became messy and frizzy, and Feng Siyu giggled. The gloom in A Xuan's heart was miraculously rubbed away by this playful act. Of course, A Xuan completely failed to notice the syrup on Feng Siyu's palms.

"Childhood sweethearts, innocent playmates?"

Outside the door, a girl in a white Daoist robe with black hair hanging down to her waist and red tips was interested.

"However, did this little guy use the magic of the Zhurong clan?"

"That little Daoist was clearly very sad, but now he's much better."

Tiannu Ba Ruoshi thought, and Xuan Nu was in her true spirit between her eyebrows, saying:

"Sad things are not going to disappear, no matter how much you say, they won't disappear. What works is not magic, nor is it language."

"Then what is it?"

The Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady slowly replied, "Guess?"

Tiannu Ba grabbed the flowers in the flower bed in her hand, and the petals fluttered.

Zhao Gongming, the essence of the Golden Crow who liked to sit in the tree and watch the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain, shivered hard and turned his head stiffly, eyes looking at his nose, nose looking at his heart. At this time, the sound of dragons and tigers roaring across the entire Dragon Tiger Mountain, like the sound of swords, echoed remotely.

Tiannu Ba was slightly startled, puzzled, and wanted to experience this breath.

She heard a burst of cheers and beast roars, directly shattering this aura—

The Dragon Tiger Great Formation of the Heavenly Master's Mansion had long been destroyed. Those beasts, not seeing the old Daoist who clocked in every day, were constantly jumping back and forth on the edge of the Dragon Tiger Mountain sealing formation.

After the third jump, and still no old Daoist suddenly popped out from somewhere to beat them black and blue, these beasts were finally overjoyed, even ecstatic, almost wanting to roar—ancestors, we can finally go out and see the world!

The nightmare that had enveloped us for two thousand years is finally over!

They rushed out in a mighty manner.

Then they saw a woman holding flower petals in her hand, with black hair hanging down to her waist, gradient dark red at the ends, with a warm but slightly irritable temperament. The expressions on the faces of the first few beasts froze, and their movements stopped abruptly.

A monkey raised his hand, stiffly saying:

"I just wanted to see the latest edition of the Classic of Mountains and Seas..."

His voice paused, and he weakly said, "Do you believe it?"

The girl smiled.

There seemed to be red flames jumping in her eyes.

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At the same time, Wei Yuan was riding on the green ox. He didn't want to ride it at first, but the old ox insisted on carrying him, saying that it was also good, that it had accompanied several people for the past two thousand years, and it was good to carry you for a while longer.

Wei Yuan did not refuse, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked up slightly, seeming to feel a surge of sharpness.

Then at the next intersection, when the old ox turned, he saw an old Daoist in a gray Daoist robe, carrying a sword on his back, the scabbard of the sword covered in rust, refreshed and energetic, his aura interacting, arriving as if perfectly timed.

Not a step earlier, not a step later.

Everything was just right.

Wei Yuan was stunned for a moment, looked deeply at Zhang Ruosu, and said, "Did you get the head?"

The old Daoist took a sip from his wine pot and said, "Got it."

He smiled, sat unceremoniously on the old ox's back. It was only because the old ox's back was wide that the thin old Daoist could sit down. But no matter what he asked the old Daoist, he wouldn't say anything, only saying, "Anyway, it was just a sliver of health left, of course I got the head."

"You were almost down to a sliver of health, if I had let you escape, I might as well have jumped off Dragon Tiger Mountain."

"Did you use a big move?"

"Tch! Would I waste a big move to reap a squishy sliver of health?!"

The old Daoist said triumphantly and wordlessly: "Basic attack!"

In the outermost area of this land.

Vishnu's eyes widened, wearing a yellow royal robe.

Then his body swayed.

Facing east, he knelt heavily, a sword mark between his eyebrows, his divine soul shattered, confirming death.

The Devas recorded this battle with trembling hands.

Even, no longer containing personal feelings, or rather, they could no longer contain personal thoughts and emotions. More than two thousand years had passed since the first Daoist crossed the Hangu Pass to come here. On the ancient stone slabs, the record of the battle was as follows.

The second Daoist came from the west, blocked the road, the god was angry and attacked, the Daoist drew his sword with one hand seventeen times, the sword was not unsheathed, the god used his authority, the vast sky fell to the ground, the Daoist's sword鸣 desired to come out, the blade was unsheathed by an inch, he pressed the sword back into its sheath with one hand, and then slashed a hundred miles, the god took thirty-seven swords head-on, and finally died, the Daoist left, the sword was never unsheathed.

The god died without falling, his entire authority collapsed and returned to heaven and earth.

The Daoist's sleeves were not ruffled.

Note: The Daoist, from beginning to end, did not look back once, nor did he use one more sword.

The old Daoist on the back of the green ox changed the position of his sword, humming the Daoist song, and sat cross-legged. He was sitting with his back to Wei Yuan and the direction in which the green ox was going, so the world retreated one by one from his sides, as if he saw the direction of that old man in those years, and whispered:

"Purple Qi comes three thousand miles from the east, Hangu Pass was first crossed five thousand years ago."

"You are gone… willing to leave the Purple Qi in the human world."

The old man pressed on the hilt of his sword.

His eyes were quiet.

I am here.

May the madmen not shake Mount Tai.

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Along the way, Wei Yuan and the old Daoist, Wei Yuan and the Water Monkey, had a good relationship.

It was just that these two people were more polite when they wanted to meet.

It wasn't just Zhang Ruosu.

Even Wu Zhiqi glanced at the rusty sword, and his tone was quite approving, belonging to a posture of equal dialogue. The two were very polite, roughly saying, how is this fellow Daoist, old Daoist you are also not bad and so on.

The old Daoist was thinking of flattering each other, it was better to be polite.

The Water Monkey simply didn't want to cause trouble.

When the Water Monkey saw the old Daoist take out his mobile phone, he saw the game on his phone.

"You play games too?"

The old Daoist said politely, "Yes, my skills are alright."

"Then how about a game?"

"Sure, I just didn't make it in."

"Shall I invite you?"

"Let's match face-to-face."

The exchanges between one person and one monkey were polite, until they opened the game and matched face-to-face.

"Hello, your friend 'Disdain for Godhood, Dragon Tiger Loneliness is Me' is online."

"Hello, your friend 'Invincible Great Sage Grandpa of the Huai River' is online."

The atmosphere froze.

ps: Second update today……… Thank you I am Third Brother for being the alliance leader