After guarding the gates for a hundred years, I drove the Heavenly Saint to madness.

The main tent of the central army in the Xiqi camp.

Ever since the Antarctic Immortal withdrew from outside Jiepai Pass, the atmosphere inside the tent had been as oppressive as solidified molten lead.

The Old Man of the South Pole sat upright in the main seat that originally belonged to Jiang Ziya, toying with the coiled dragon dove staff in his hand. His originally kind and benevolent face was now filled with solemnity and calculation.

Guang Chengzi, Randeng Daoren, Jiang Ziya, and the remaining Golden Immortals stood on either side, none of them speaking first.

"Gentlemen."

After a long silence, the Old Man of the South Pole broke the stillness, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"You have all witnessed today's battle. Xiao Wuji has grown powerful; in a one-on-one fight, let alone you, even I would have difficulty defeating him."

"Outside, there is an ancient formation that isolates heaven and earth; inside, there is the Chaos Bell that suppresses time and space; there is also the Twelve-Petaled Pure World White Lotus that is impervious to all magic; and in addition, he holds that deadly Immortal Execution Sword in his hand."

The Antarctic Immortal's gaze swept over the crowd: "With such a configuration, if we don't join forces to break it, our Chan Sect's great cause of overthrowing King Zhou will be completely ruined at Jiepai Pass."

Guang Chengzi gritted his teeth and stepped forward: "What Senior Brother says is absolutely right. Then, in Senior Brother's opinion, what should we do?"

The Old Man of the South Pole smiled slightly, but the smile did not reach his eyes.

"At dawn tomorrow, the entire army will advance. I will personally intervene to restrain the power of the Chaos Bell and the Pure World White Lotus."

"You should take this opportunity to form a formation and work together to bombard the array eye of Jiepai Pass. Once you break through that tortoise shell, it will be like water without a source."

At this point, the Old Man of the South Pole changed his tone, and his originally peaceful voice suddenly became more domineering and unquestionable.

"However, let me make this clear from the start."

His true intentions were revealed as he stared sharply at Guang Chengzi and Randeng: "After breaking through the barrier, the Zhuxian Sword will belong to Uncle Tongtian and must be handed over to Master for disposal."

"The Heaven-Turning Seal has been returned to its rightful owner, Junior Brother Guang Chengzi. As for the Chaos Bell..."

The Old Man of the South Pole stroked his long beard and said shamelessly, "I observe that the Chaos Bell contains the essence of Yin and Yang, which is quite compatible with my path to immortality. I suppose it is destined to be with me."

"After the city falls, this bell will belong to me. As for the other treasures and array diagrams, you may take them as you wish."

Upon hearing this, the air inside the tent instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Guang Chengzi's face suddenly turned extremely gloomy, and his fists, hidden in his sleeves, clenched so tightly they cracked.

That's a priceless innate treasure! You, the Antarctic Immortal, casually say I'm destined to have it, and you want to take the biggest share? Do you really think everyone else is a fool?

But could Guang Chengzi refuse?

he can not.

Taiyi Zhenren died in front of him, and the Fantian Seal was also lost in his hands. If the Antarctic Immortal simply walks away and returns to Kunlun Mountain to report him to his master, Guang Chengzi will be guilty of a thousand deaths.

Guang Chengzi clenched his teeth and forced down the blood of anger that was rising in his throat.

On the other side, the Taoist Ran Deng kept his eyes closed and his mind focused, like a clay or wooden sculpture.

His greed for the Chaos Bell was no less than anyone else's, but he was more aware of his current situation.

He abandoned his fellow disciples and fled alone in the formation, claiming it was to preserve his strength, but his prestige had already been completely destroyed.

If he dared to open his mouth to compete for the treasure now, I'm afraid the Antarctic Immortal and Guang Chengzi would immediately join forces to deal with him, the vice leader.

"...It's all up to Senior Brother to decide."

Guang Chengzi lowered his head and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth. This humiliation was even more unbearable than being hit in the chest by the Fantian Seal.

Ran Deng nodded silently, indicating his tacit approval of this sordid deal.

Seeing that the two had given in, the Old Man of the South Pole smiled with satisfaction: "Good."

……

Just as the high-ranking members of the Chan Sect were secretly dividing up the spoils for the treasure they had not yet obtained.

That night, inside Jiepai Pass.

The night wind howled, carrying a hint of the desolation of late autumn.

Xiao Wuji sat cross-legged in the secret room of the general's mansion, his eyes closed as he rehearsed the storms he might face the next day.

He knew very well that although the Old Man of the South Pole had retreated, he would not give up easily, and tomorrow would surely be a fierce and earth-shattering battle.

Suddenly, Xiao Wuji opened his eyes wide, his gaze piercing the night sky outside the secret room like lightning.

An extremely faint yet extremely dangerous aura was silently approaching the defensive array of Jiepai Pass.

That aura belonged neither to the Five Elements nor to Yin and Yang; it exuded a nauseating stench of decay and death, as if it were a demon crawling out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But deep within this chilling aura lies a trace of pure and unparalleled Shangqing Immortal Daoist charm.

They are fellow disciples of the Jie Sect.

Moreover, he was an extremely dangerous fellow disciple.

Xiao Wuji raised an eyebrow and with a slight thought, the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation quietly cracked open in the southwest corner with an extremely hidden gap.

call--

A chilling, green wind slipped through the cracks into the pass, swirling and gathering in the open space behind the General's Mansion.

The wind dissipated.

A Taoist priest dressed in a bright red Bagua robe appeared.

This Taoist priest had an extremely peculiar and ferocious appearance: his face was as blue as indigo, his hair as red as cinnabar, his mouth was huge with fangs, and his three eyes were wide open.

He carried a dark green gourd in his hand, and was surrounded by visible plague miasma. Even the bluestone slabs under his feet were being corroded by the miasma, making them hiss.

Lu Yue, the Plague God of Kowloon Island, an outer disciple of the Jie Sect!

Xiao Wuji pushed open the door to the secret chamber and looked at his uniquely styled senior uncle, deliberately showing a perfectly timed look of surprise.

"Uncle-Master Lü Yue? Instead of cultivating in seclusion on Kowloon Island, why have you sneaked into my dangerous Jiepai Pass in the dead of night?"

Upon hearing this, a ball of furious flames instantly ignited on Lü Yue's hideous, indigo-colored face, causing the poisonous miasma around him to churn violently.

"Pure cultivation? The Chan Sect is going too far! What kind of pure cultivation is this, a mere Daoist!"

Lu Yue snorted heavily, gritting his teeth as he cursed, "That Taiyi Zhenren, relying on being the disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun, indulged his little beast disciple Nezha in committing atrocities, actually burning my junior sister Shiji alive inside the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover!"

"How can such a deep-seated blood feud go unpunished?"

He was referring to the tragic scene where Nezha shot and killed the attendant of Lady Shiji, and Taiyi Zhenren not only acted unreasonably but also intervened to protect her, burning Lady Shiji back to her original form with the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

Lu Yue's eyes flashed with a fierce light: "I heard that you, my junior nephew, displayed great power here, not only crippling Guang Chengzi but also beheading that old thief Taiyi. It's truly gratifying!"

"This humble Taoist priest disobeyed Master's orders and did not go to Jin'ao Island this time, precisely to lend you a hand, to thoroughly punish these hypocritical gentlemen, and to avenge the fallen disciples of my Jie Sect!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuji was overjoyed.

He had been on the defensive for the past few days, and although he was like an iron turtle, making it impossible for his opponent to find a way to attack him, it was still very frustrating.

He was just wondering how to take the initiative and cause some big trouble for the Xiqi army, so as to both buy time and disgust the Chan Sect.

Now that this top biological weapons expert from the primordial era has come knocking on our door, it's like a pillow being delivered to someone who's been sleeping!

"Uncle-Master, your arrival is perfectly timed!"

Xiao Wuji stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

"I've been finding it really boring these past few days to just watch the Xiqi army swagger around outside."

"I have a plan that will make it so that the Chan Sect won't even be able to crawl up tomorrow!"

"Oh?" Lu Yue's three eyes lit up at the same time, showing interest.

"Nephew, please tell me quickly, how should I cooperate?"

Xiao Wuji pointed in the direction of the Xiqi camp and lowered his voice, saying, "Uncle-Master is proficient in the art of plague. I wonder if this poisonous miasma, which causes widespread death, can evade the senses of a Grand Luo Golden Immortal and spread silently?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Lu Yue chuckled sinisterly, his laughter as piercing as an owl's.

He reached out and patted the dark green gourd at his waist, his face full of arrogance.

"Don't worry, junior disciple. I have been studying diligently on Kowloon Island these past few days and have just developed a new medicine."

"This poison is colorless and odorless, and travels on the wind. I have given it a name: 'Wengyong' (瓮痈)."

"Let alone ordinary soldiers, anyone who hasn't achieved Dao Fruit will collapse upon being struck! Their whole body will feel weak, their magical power will be sluggish, and even their soul will develop a high fever!"

As Lü Yue pulled out the gourd stopper, a deadly aura emanated from it.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Wuji looked at Lü Yue in front of him and revealed a sinister smile.

"In that case, tonight we'll turn the Xiqi camp into a giant sickroom!"

If you could only read one fantasy novel in your life, it would probably be "The Hundred-Year Guardian of the Gods: I Driven the Heavenly Sage Mad".