A hundred miles away from Yinliu City, there is a mountain called Wucai Peak.
This mountain is towering into the clouds, like a pillar supporting the sky. The top of the mountain is always shrouded in clouds, and the beautiful scenery is eye-catching.
There is a palace within the clouds. Every morning, the sound of heavenly music and the chanting of Taoist monks can be heard from it.
At this moment, in the sky outside the Five-Colored Peak, a black fog appeared silently.
The black fog was constantly surging inside, and a giant purple-striped python appeared from it from time to time.
Three people were standing above the purple-striped python, looking down at the palace on the top of the Five-Colored Peak.
"Such a beautiful scenery is a great bargain for that old Taoist with white eyebrows. Maybe we should snatch it away and use it as the mountain gate of our Tiandu Sect."
The one in front of the three was Du Gong.
He looked at the Five-Colored Peak with his eyes shining and full of love.
Jiuxing Lian'er stood beside him, her expression normal and unmoved.
Xue Kong stood obediently beside Jiuxing Lian'er, not saying a word.
He didn't know what Poison Lord was doing here, but considering the bad reputation of Poison Lord and the Sky Poison Sect, and the fact that they were incompatible with the beautiful fairy-like scenery of the Five-Colored Peak, he thought it was not a good thing.
"Old Taoist with white eyebrows, come out and have a chat." The Poison Lord sent a rumbling voice towards the palace on the top of the mountain.
Not long.
White clouds immediately floated up from the palace on the top of the mountain, and on the white clouds stood a group of monks.
The person in the front has kind eyes, white eyebrows and white hair, wears a white robe, and holds a whisk in his arms.
Although he looks old, his temperament is extraordinary and he feels like an immortal in the eyes of mortals.
However, at this moment, the white-haired old man had an ugly expression on his face, and all the disciples behind him also had gloomy faces.
Xue Kong didn't look at these people too much.
His attention was more focused on the white clouds under the feet of these monks.
Generally speaking, if a cultivator wants to fly with flying objects, his cultivation must reach at least the eleventh level of Qi Condensation and reach the threshold of Foundation Establishment before he can barely fly with flying objects for a short period of time.
Only when one truly reaches the foundation-building stage can one fly for a long time.
Even the Poison King can only fly in the air by borrowing the purple-striped giant python.
However, these people's cultivation is obviously not as good as that of Du Gong.
But can control the white clouds.
"I think this white cloud is also transformed from a magic weapon. My own cultivation level cannot make it fly, but I can find another way and borrow the power of the magic weapon to do it."
Xue Kong withdrew his gaze.
He was a cultivator in the middle stage of the Jindan realm in his previous life, and he did not envy these people for being able to fly.
He was considering that it would take a long time for him to improve his cultivation to the foundation-building stage.
If you can grab a magic weapon with flying effect, you will have more room to survive when facing enemy pursuit in the future.
Secretly noting this, Xue Kong looked at Du Gong and the monks who were coming.
"Mr. Du, why did you come to my Wangui Sect?" the white-haired old man asked in a calm voice.
The Poison Lord smiled faintly and said, "Old Taoist White Eyebrows, I am about to break through in my cultivation. I have come to you specifically to borrow your magical weapon, the Golden Toad, to help me advance to the eleventh level of Qi Condensation."
"Don't even think about it!" The white-haired old man angrily refused as soon as he heard this.
"You, a demon, have killed innocent people indiscriminately. Your hands are filled with the blood and souls of too many innocent people. You are notorious. If I help you advance to the eleventh level of Qi Condensation, wouldn't I be aiding and abetting the evil and harming others?"
"What's more, the golden toad in my hand is only immune to all poisons, but it cannot be used to practice poison skills."
"The golden toad that is immune to all poisons?" Xue Kong clenched his fists and had an idea in his mind.
He secretly considered whether this golden toad could remove the poison mark on his palm.
The Poison Master laughed heartily and taunted him, "Old Taoist White Eyebrows, since I've come to borrow the Golden Toad from you, I know that the magical Golden Toad in your hand is not only immune to all poisons, but can also be used for poison cultivation."
“As the saying goes, it swallows and spits, turns and turns, goes and leaves, and stops as soon as it arrives, it is refreshed.”
"Isn't this the secret of your Golden Toad magic weapon?"
"I have already cultivated the Snake Spirit Creation Technique to the fifth level. Your golden toad can help me successfully cultivate the sixth level as soon as possible."
The white-haired old man's face changed slightly. He obviously didn't expect that Du Gong knew so much about his magic weapon.
However, for a long time, the Tiandu Sect has been despised by the famous and righteous sects. He would never lend the golden toad to Poison Master, in order to prevent this person from becoming stronger and causing great trouble to the world of cultivation.
"Today I have accepted a new disciple who I like, and I don't want to kill anyone." Du Gong's face suddenly turned cold and he spoke in a deep voice.
"Well, since you don't want to lend it to me, I don't want to make a big fuss..."
"Let's make a bet. If you lose, you can lend me the magical golden toad. How about that?"
The white-haired old man pondered for a moment, raised his head, and asked, "What if you lose?"
"Then I will turn around and leave, and within ten years, no disciples in our sect are allowed to have conflicts with your Wangui Sect." Du Gong said confidently.
"Are you serious?" The white-haired old man's expression changed, and he was very tempted by the conditions offered by Du Gong.
Wucai Peak is not far from the gate of Tiandu Sect. Over the years, many disciples of the sect have been killed by Tiandu Sect, which causes Wangui Sect disciples to worry about encountering Tiandu Sect disciples every time they go down the mountain.
If we can win the bet, then the disciples in the sect won’t have to worry for the next ten years.
Besides this, there is another reason.
The white-haired old man looked at the Poison Master and sighed inwardly: "Although my cultivation level is the eleventh level of Qi Condensation, one level higher than his, the poison skills this guy has cultivated are extremely domineering and difficult to deal with."
"Not to mention me, even a cultivator at the initial stage of foundation building could be killed by him if he's not careful."
"If I don't agree to his bet today, I'm afraid he won't leave."
"We may be able to delay the situation by relying on the sect protection formation, but it is not a solution to the problem after all."
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