The end of this quasi-emperor peak is coming

Chapter 167 The person Duan De wants to kill
"Boom!"

The heaven and earth are shaking, and all things are in fear.

"Look... the emperor's formation has been strengthened again... the hole has healed again!" someone exclaimed.

In the sky, above the firmament deep in the forbidden area, the hole was being cleansed by powerful divine patterns and smoothed out again.

However, this time, the owner of the magic fist did not attack again. He seemed to have calmed down, and seemed to have no extra strength or means.

"Failed? The monster still couldn't escape after all!"

"God bless the human race!"

"What a pity! If that monster escapes, it will definitely settle accounts with the human race! A being that can be sealed by an ancient emperor must be extremely powerful." Some enemies of the human race also said this, with unwillingness in their eyes.

The monks retracted their gaze and looked again at the beams of light flying out from the ancient forbidden area. Those were the treasures of the powerful men in the past. They fell in the forbidden area with their masters and now reappeared in the world, they were treasures.

"The mountains remain green, the rivers flow forever, and we'll meet again, Empress!" A boy of twelve or thirteen years old clasped his fists towards the depths of the ancient forbidden area, and then disappeared above the ancient forbidden area.

The previous generation of the Lord of the Wasteland, the Great Saint Body in the abyss, was dumbfounded and muttered to himself: "What kind of monster is this guy? He can even break the seal she set!"

The Golden Winged Little Peng King looked at the child in front of him who was shorter than him, clasped his fists and said respectfully: "Congratulations to Luo Zu for escaping from trouble!"

It seemed that the seal had once again trapped the ultimate terror within, but in reality the sealed owner had already escaped, and what the world saw was just an illusion.

Luo Yan didn't want to cause panic among people as soon as he was born.

The Golden-winged Peng King was very confused. The twelve or thirteen-year-old child in front of him was completely different from the Luo Zu he met ten years ago. That Luo Zu wore a simple Taoist robe with long hair tied behind his back. He had captivating eyes and was intimidating without even being angry.

The man in front of him looked like a young man with some heroic appearance, like a young master from a noble family who had run away from home. He was completely different from the Luo Zu in his memory.

But he was also very sure that the person in front of him was Luo Zu, who emanated a vast divine power that he could not imagine.

Luo Yan glanced at him casually, inquired about his realm, and then frowned.

"The third level of Dragon Transformation? With your talent, you shouldn't still be at this level. Have you wasted these years? You haven't practiced hard!" Luo Yan said.

The Golden-winged Peng King did not try to quibble, but just lowered his head and did not dare to answer.

With his proud nature, it was impossible for him to neglect himself. However, every time he practiced, those two defeats would haunt his mind like a nightmare, making it impossible for him to calm down.

I even often dream about being defeated in battle.

After being defeated by Luo Yixian, he once again challenged Ye Fan who had entered the Four Poles Secret Realm. Obviously, he was defeated again. After that, he was unable to recover and was slapped here by King Dapeng, who asked him to wait for Luo Zu here.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Luo Yan looked at his miserable appearance and understood something.

"Let's go."

“Aren’t you going to steal those treasures?” asked the Golden Winged Peng King, and then realized that Luo Zu had escaped from there, and with his level of cultivation, how many treasures could he be interested in?
After realizing this, he immediately shut up and said no more.

Luo Yan looked at the sky full of brilliance outside the ancient forbidden area and touched his chin: "This is the Southern Region. Well, let's go there and see if there are any good magic weapons to send back to the younger generation of the Luo family."

Since he traveled through time, he has not given any gifts to the younger generations of the Luo family. It just so happened that he now had some good magical weapons.

"It just so happens that the wicked Taoist priest is also here. Let's follow him. This guy has always had good luck." Luo Yan's spiritual sense spread out, and he exclaimed in surprise, and found that Duan De was also here. That was a treasure trove!

……

Si Tianyou looked at the magical light flying towards him in the sky and his face lit up with joy.

"Finally, a treasure is flying towards me!"

Although this magical beam of light is not as dazzling as other lights, and perhaps it is just an ordinary magic weapon, it is enough for him!

This place is remote, and most of the magic weapons flying out of the ancient forbidden area will fly to places with excellent terrain. Only a casual cultivator like him with no background and no power will occupy a remote hill like this.

And he was the casual cultivator among casual cultivators because his strength was in the middle to lower level among many casual cultivators, so he could not get a chance to get a slightly better place.

"Is it a black iron hammer? Although I use a knife, a hammer is not impossible!" Si Tianyou saw clearly that the weapon in the beam of light was a spiritually defective iron hammer.

The hammer fell on his hill as expected, and Si Tianyou happily stepped forward to pick it up.

At the same time, several figures appeared here. They were obviously independent cultivators like him, with weak strength and no background.

Others may look down upon this kind of magic weapon, but it is definitely useful to them, the independent practitioners.

Si Tianyou held the war hammer cautiously, stared at them with a bad look and said, "This thing fell on my mountain, you should find another way to get it!"

The group of casual cultivators did not take any action. They stared at the black hammer for a long time with a look of regret on their faces.

It was not their turn to risk their lives for a magical weapon of this level, but unfortunately they arrived one step too late and were beaten to it by others.

Everyone clasped their fists and was about to leave.

Just a voice was heard.

"Hahaha... Daoist friend, this thing contains evil spirit. People with shallow luck cannot grasp it. Daoist friend, you may bring bloody disaster upon yourself. Let me bear this disaster for you!"

A voice was heard from afar, and then a divine rainbow came over. It was a fat Taoist with a ruddy face. He had a bloated figure, but his movements were extremely light and agile.

When Si Tianyou saw this person, his face suddenly changed.

This man's reputation had long spread throughout the Eastern Wilds, because what he did was so abominable. Not only did he steal people's ancestral graves, but he also harmed monks. This caused many people to offer rewards for his crimes, and even some saints had taken action against him. As a result, this guy was still alive and well in the Eastern Wilds.

The most important thing is that this person is extremely sensitive about treasures, and nothing he sets his eyes on is ordinary!

Sure enough, the moment they saw the fat Taoist priest appear here, the few cultivators who were about to leave looked at him again, revealing greedy eyes at the black war hammer.

Not only the few wandering cultivators from before, but also the cultivators nearby heard the news and took action.

Of course Si Tianyou couldn't hand it over, because this might be the only treasure in his life that could help him change his destiny.

"It's better not to trouble you, fellow Taoist!" Si Tianyou said reluctantly.

Duan De narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, and deftly reached out to grab the black war hammer: "No trouble, no trouble at all! Saving the suffering and saving the world, this is my lifelong ambition!"

Si Tianyou's face turned pale. The fat Taoist's realm was so high that he had no idea how high it was. He had no way of protecting the black hammer.

Even if he wanted to fight, he had no chance to protect it.

At this point, he sighed inwardly, knowing that he would never get this thing.

Seeing this, the monks around them could only withdraw their gazes silently and leave one after another. Although this fat Taoist priest was hated by everyone, his strength was unfathomable and they were simply not able to defeat him, let alone snatch protection from him.

Most people come here just to see what kind of treasure the fat Taoist would like, and it would be nice if they could snatch it.

They have powerful forces behind them, so they are naturally not afraid of the fat Taoist priest snatching the treasure from them, as long as the treasure falls into their hands.

"Isn't this action of yours being too deceiving?" A voice suddenly came.

The monks who had not left yet all looked up. There were actually people who were upholding justice?
Could it be another young man who is just starting out?

Under the gaze of the crowd, two figures, one tall and one short, walked towards them from a distance.

The taller one was a very young blond boy with a handsome face. He looked unruly, but there was endless loneliness in his eyes, as if he had encountered a very difficult life.

As for the shorter one, people subconsciously ignored him because he was just a kid of twelve or thirteen years old and didn't have any aura.

"It's him!" A monk of distinguished status was very sharp-eyed. He looked at the young man with blond hair, as if he remembered something.

"Who is he?" asked the monk next to him. It was obvious that the two knew each other.

“I didn’t expect that the genius of the demon race who could compete with the Holy Body and Fairy Luo in the past is here!” The cultivator had seen him in the Divine City. The battle between this down-and-out genius and the other two top demons made him feel daunted and he would never forget it in his life.

"What? A former demon genius?"

Everyone carefully observed the appearance of the Golden-Winged Peng King. Looking at his head of golden hair and the mighty blood in his body, he seemed to recall something.

“He was once a leader among the geniuses of the demon race, and it was rumored that he could become an emperor. However, he was defeated by the Holy Body and Fairy Luo. From then on, he never recovered and left his homeland.” Someone looked at the blond boy with emotion.

"Golden-winged Little Peng King, rumor has it that he is the most talented descendant of the Tianpeng clan... What a pity!"

Golden-winged Peng King?
This is not unfamiliar to many people. At least more than ten years ago, this name was at its peak. Everyone in the entire Eastern Wilderness knew this genius of the demon clan.

I never expected that the extremely proud Xiaopeng King would fall to such a state. It is such a pity and lamentable.

Duan De's eyes fell on the two of them, staring intently at the boy who was about twelve or thirteen years old.

"It's you!" He couldn't help but roar, wishing he could cut the person in front of him into pieces.

There was only anger in his eyes, which puzzled everyone.

Is there any grudge between this fat Taoist and the child next to the Golden-winged Peng King?

If they observe carefully, they will definitely find that the Golden-Winged Peng King has been following this child from beginning to end, just like a younger generation following an elder.

"Brother Duan, long time no see. I hope you are well!" Luo Yan smiled kindly and greeted him.

"Fuck you! How dare you lie to me! There is nothing in the Taichu Ancient Mine that you said. You have screwed me so badly!" Duan De said angrily.

Luo Yan touched his nose, dispelling the awkward atmosphere and said, "May I ask, Brother Duan, do you know who Cao Yusheng is now?"

Duan De said angrily: "Isn't that me, the Taoist priest?"

Luo Yan spread his hands and said, "That's it. Since Brother Duan already knows the identity of this person, why should we care about the method used?"

Duan De angrily said, "Bullshit! You killed me once and forced me to recall some memories. I will not hesitate to kill you ten thousand times!"

Duan De's face was filled with anger because his fruit of Taoism was almost ruined.

Luo Yan narrowed his eyes and said, "So those guys in the Taichu Ancient Mine don't know your identity?"

Having said this, the monks around him widened their eyes, held their breath, and stretched their necks and ears.

As soon as they met, they talked about the Taichu Ancient Mine. Is that a place that ordinary people can go to? This notorious fat Taoist actually went deep into the Taichu Ancient Mine and survived? !

The Forbidden Zone of Life has been an extremely mysterious place in the minds of countless people since ancient times. It is full of various crises and adventures, as well as various secrets that have been passed down from ancient times to the present.

Now that they could hear some secrets about the forbidden zone of life, curiosity naturally drove them to listen silently.

There were also some timid monks who retreated secretly, fearing that they would get into trouble.

"Haha!" Duan De's face turned pale and he was extremely angry, but despite this he still did not take any action.

"We should have met six thousand years ago!" he suddenly said.

"You remember?" Luo Yan was surprised. He thought he couldn't remember.

"At that time, I had just been born, and I met you, an old man, who almost caught me and beat me to death!"

The monks around were extremely shocked. That twelve or thirteen-year-old child actually lived six thousand years ago. What kind of person was he?
Duan De was in a state of uncertainty, gritting his teeth and saying, "I have seen you more than six thousand years ago!"

Luo Yan looked at the Golden Winged Little Peng King beside him and said in a cold voice: "Clear the area. If any insignificant person remains here within three breaths, kill them all!"

The Golden-winged Little Peng King took the order and looked at the cultivators around him with a captivating gaze. The Great Wilderness Halberd appeared in his hand, and his long golden hair fluttered in the wind. Wherever his eyes passed, no cultivator dared to stay.

What followed was not something they could hear.

The man who lived six thousand years ago obviously didn't want to be heard.

Luo Yan showed an amiable expression towards Duan De, walked up to him, put his arm around his shoulder and said, "Brother Duan... come on, let's sit down and talk slowly!"

Duan De showed an even more shocked expression. He was just guessing, but he didn't expect that from his expression it seemed to be true!
This person was most likely once the Third Great Emperor!

Now I am living my fourth life!

Damn, what kind of immortal old monster is this?

This bitch can actually survive so well!
Luo Yan obviously guessed that it was very likely that his clones sent to different time and space were exposed by Duan De, so he dismissed everyone, because he also wanted to know to what extent his clones had achieved in those time and space.

The reason why Duan De was so suspicious was because he remembered that he had seen someone exactly like Luo Yan in one of his reincarnations. The difference was that he was a young man then, while now he was a child.

"Are you really that person?" His tone was shocked and slightly buffered.

Luo Yan blinked: "Who?"

"The era of two emperors... Emperor Xuan became emperor in a way that the world could not understand! He broke the limits of worldly understanding!" Duan De took a deep breath. History clearly recorded that era as the era of Emperor Hengyu, but another strong man appeared who was not weaker than him and could compete with him in that era!

An opponent whom Emperor Hengyu wanted to suppress all his life, a person whose dark secrets were recorded throughout his life.

(End of this chapter)