Use violence to control violence

Swish!

As soon as Zhou Yu appeared, he saw the Red Dust Empress fleeing into the Human Emperor Banner. He had a sneer on his face, and as soon as he thought about it, countless ghost chains condensed from the void and flew towards the Red Dust Empress.

The reason why the Red Dust Empress can be so free in the Human Emperor Banner is not because she can control the Human Emperor Banner, but because Zhou Yu gave her the authority.

Now these chains pierced through the void and completely entangled her soul.

"Zhou, Zhou Yu, let me go, don't..."

The Red Dust Queen knew that she must have been too proud of herself this time. Instead of seeing Zhou Yu suffer a setback, she herself suffered a setback.

However, Zhou Yu just sneered, raised his hand, and a chain fell into his hand. Then he shook his wrist, and the chain rose up, like a black whip, and lashed towards the Red Dust Empress.

Snapped!

Snapped!

The crisp sound of whipping resounded throughout the Human Emperor Banner.

At the same time that Zhou Yu was punishing the Red Dust Empress, far to the west of the Xuanhuang World, there was a desolate scene with barren land as far as the eye could see.

The Western Desert, synonymous with desert, has always been sparsely visited by people. Only those ascetic monks who advocate hard training and disciples of Buddhism can appear there. But even so, there are still strong people who will go to the Western Desert to explore the secrets there.

This secret comes from the Bulao Mountain, one of the five forbidden areas of life in the Xuanhuang World.

It is rumored that the environment in this mountain is completely different from that in the Western Desert. It calls itself a world, and many saints, great sages, and even quasi-emperors with little time left to live would come here to look for elixirs to prolong their lives.

On the top of the Immortal Mountain, there is an Immortal Fountain. The water of this spring gathers the essence of the laws of the Immortal Mountain. Drinking a sip of it can bring back the dead to life. Even a quasi-emperor can prolong his life for thousands of years, which is quite exaggerated.

If you use this spring water to practice, you can quickly improve your cultivation and understanding, and it will be extremely magical.

Of course, such top-level items are not easy to obtain.

Bulao Mountain, as one of the five forbidden areas for life, is itself full of dangers. The vicinity of the mountain is full of various ferocious beasts, whose power is no less than that of the great beasts, and their physique is amazing.

Near the mountains, there are many mountain slaves guarding the place. These mountain slaves are like the vengeful spirits in the ancient battlefield in the secret realm of all races. They have no purpose, only instinct.

Any living creature that approaches here will be attacked.

These mountain slaves are all powerful people who have entered in recent years and want to obtain the Fountain of Youth. There are many saints, great saints, and saint kings.

There are ten peaks in Bulao Mountain, and at the top of each peak, there is a quasi-emperor mountain slave guarding it.

Adding up, there are ten quasi-emperors. These alone are enough to prevent ordinary strong men from entering.

There are even more terrifying beings sleeping inside the Immortal Mountain, like the Supreme Being of the Nine Nether Sea, or another kind of enlightened being.

"Wow!"

At the top of the fifth peak, the sound of flowing water was heard. A petite, pale figure wearing a nun's hat was seen drawing water from the Fountain of Youth with a bucket.

This girl looked to be no more than a teenager, exuding a delicate aura, and without any trace of cultivation fluctuations.

But unfortunately, the other party can move freely in the Immortal Mountain, which can be called the place of death.

She drew half a bucket of water from the Fountain of Youth, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and chanted a Buddhist name to the motionless Quasi-Emperor Mountain Slave on the top of the mountain.

"Amitabha, disciple Ci'an thanks Master for the gift of the spring!"

The young nun Ci'an clasped her hands together, bowed to the quasi-emperor mountain slave, and then carried the bucket of water down the mountain with some difficulty.

If others saw that the Fountain of Youth was actually brought out of the Immortality Mountain by a little nun, they would probably be scared to death and would definitely think that the other party was an old monster with hidden cultivation.

In fact, the little nun was born in the Bulao Mountain and was later discovered by a jundi from Wuxiang Temple who was passing by. He then brought her back and raised her there.

Now a hundred years have passed, and the little nun still maintains her youthful appearance, but she has no spiritual power at all. Instead, she suffers from a strange disease. Only by drinking the water from the fountain of youth can she continue to survive.

That's why she would come to Bulao Mountain to fetch half a bucket of water every once in a while.

"Ho!"

At dusk, the little nun Ci'an, who was carrying a bucket of water, suddenly heard a sound in the grass. She stopped and looked into the distance.

I saw a white-haired old man lying there, trembling slightly, obviously dying.

"Uncle, are you okay?"

The little nun's expression changed slightly and she quickly ran over to investigate.

"I……"

The old man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he had no strength at all.

Seeing this, the little nun looked reluctant, so she scooped up a little of the fountain of youth, ran to the other person and fed her to drink.

The sweet spring water was like a panacea, making the old man swallow it like crazy.

hum!

The old man's shriveled skin began to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye, his gray hair began to turn black, and his appearance became younger and younger. In the end, he became a handsome young man with an elegant appearance.

"Thank you, Bodhisattva, for your help. Su Chen is very grateful."

The recovered young man bowed to the little nun in thanks.

"Ah, I'm not a Bodhisattva, I'm just a novice monk."

The little nun's cheeks flushed when she was praised by the other party, and she waved her hands quickly.

"I thought you were an old man, but I didn't expect you to be so young."

"Don't be fooled, Master. I lost my way and came here by mistake. By the time I realized what was happening, it was too late to leave."

Su Chen smiled and said, "This Bulao Mountain is indeed worthy of its reputation."

In fact, how could Su Chen, who fled from the Yao Chi Holy Land, not know the situation in Bulao Mountain?

The reason he did this was that he came up with the plan after observing the area for a long time.

The Immortal Mountain is dangerous, and it is quite difficult for him to improve his cultivation and obtain the Fountain of Youth. It was not until the little nun who fetched water appeared that he realized that his chance had come.

However, in the territory of Wuxiang Temple, this little nun who seemed to have no cultivation at all was guarded by a powerful Saint King.

If you approach rashly, you'd be lucky if you don't get killed, let alone the Fountain of Youth.

So, Su Chen thought about it for a long time and finally came up with this idea: to join the game himself and use the little nun's sympathy in exchange for the fountain of youth.

Now it seems to be working.

"This place will consume your lifespan. If possible, it is better for you to leave as soon as possible."

Seeing Su Chen recover, the little nun couldn't help but remind him.

"Thank you for the reminder, Master, but I have my reasons for going..."

Su Chen wanted to say something but stopped himself, and finally sighed. He bowed to the little nun, turned around and walked towards the Bulao Mountain step by step.

"What's the reason?"

The ignorant little nun muttered to herself in confusion, then continued to walk down the mountain with the bucket in her hand. But after she took two steps, a powerful wave emerged, and a bald monk in a monk's robe appeared in front of her.