Chapter Eighteen: The Swarm of Cicadas Fights the Mantis for Treasure

  That person who suddenly jumped up and chased towards the Tian Di Xuan Huang Ling Long treasure tower was actually that old man. He wasn't a foolish person, but he calculated that this tower had great fate with him, yet for some reason the heavenly mechanism showed unclear signs, so he didn't care anymore, and in the blink of an eye he approached the treasure tower, fixed his gaze on it, and was about to take it.

  "A mere mortal, look at the clock!" The Eastern Emperor saw that old man rushing towards the treasure with his life on the line, and everyone was stunned for a moment, almost letting him succeed. Suddenly enraged, he didn't care that the old man was the senior brother of the Zixuan Palace's listening Tao, and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the Eastern Emperor's clock. The Eastern Emperor's clock buzzed loudly, then unleashed its heaven-destroying and earth-extinguishing power, tearing through the void, and instantly appeared beside the old man's calf.

  Everyone was shocked by the momentum, and didn't know what to do. Only Yuansheng and Tongtian from the Three Pure Ones angrily shouted: "You dare!" But they were immediately blocked by dozens of demon gods.

  A loud crash was followed by a blood-curdling scream! "Eastern Emperor's little one, you've killed me!" Upon closer inspection, everyone couldn't help but take in a breath of cold air. It turned out that the old man's right foot was involuntarily shaking back and forth, apparently his calf had been struck and completely fractured. Everyone looked at each other in dismay, instantly losing their composure. They all knew that the old man was Hong Jun's top disciple, so they always gave him three points of courtesy, and no one could have imagined a life-or-death struggle like this. Now, after being hit by Eastern Emperor Zhong, he had suddenly lost half his calf!

  Behind the scenes, Zhou Cheng was laughing so hard he was rolling on the ground. He thought that in order to maintain the image of a moral leader, he had deliberately used half a stick as a prop for his show. Now it's all over, and with the Eastern Emperor using his lifeblood to activate the Chaotic Bell, he's probably going to die from this one hit. Even if he becomes a saint later on, he won't be able to resurrect. This leg is done for. The body of a saint is different from ordinary objects, it can change at will. Besides, even if he had the ability to change it back, he probably wouldn't dare to show his face again after this.

  "I, the Eastern Emperor, am in agony! I swear not to let you off!" The old man had yet to attain sainthood, and his body was severely damaged. The physical pain was nothing compared to the mental anguish. To begin with, the Great Way was already uncertain and without direction; now that it had suffered such damage, it would be even more difficult to recover. Suddenly, a surge of anger rose from his gallbladder, suppressing the pain, and he let out a loud roar as he charged towards the stunned crowd of demons. Tongtian and Yuanshi also flew into a rage, their hair standing on end. The Three Pure Ones were now united in their fury; how could they tolerate such a great loss of face? The three of them charged towards the demons together. They didn't care about the Xuanyuan Tower anymore; even if they went to seize it, it would be useless unless they dealt with these demons first and prevented them from striking again.

  The Wu tribe people looked at this scene and burst into laughter, even Hou Tu couldn't help but smile. They weren't necessarily trying to fight the demon tribe to the death, just preventing them from stealing the treasure. Now that they had three more powerful allies, it was a good thing. Immediately, they retreated to one side, not caring about anything else, and focused on watching the show.

  The Three Purities were, after all, transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu. Having heard Hongjun's lectures on the Tao, they had an extraordinary understanding. The demons relied on the Star Array and could only barely resist. Especially the two Eastern Emperors, who were inwardly perplexed, wondering if Hongjun was hiding something, otherwise why would there be such a huge difference? They were mistaken in blaming Hongjun, of course, it's not possible for the two demons to admit that their innate abilities were inferior to those of the Three Purities. Thus, the great teacher Hongjun became the scapegoat for their guilt.

  The witch saw the Three Pures and also found it difficult to get rid of those demon tribes. A few violent temperaments immediately rushed up, joined the battle group, and forced Dong Huang to continuously spit out his heart's blood, blocking everyone's major attacks.

  But at this moment, a loud laughter echoed, and a bloody shadow suddenly appeared. A purple tower that was suspended in the air was caught by him, and he went straight to Hongyuan. Everyone was shocked again, wondering how many hidden masters were there in this nameless place? Zhou Cheng saw that the bloody shadow was also from the Purple Palace, but his seat was almost at the end. His name was Minghe, and he called himself Old Ancestor Minghe. He was a clever man who knew that many powerful people would come to get the spiritual treasure, so he kept a low profile and waited for an opportunity to strike. Even Zhou Cheng didn't notice him until now. Seeing everyone fighting, Minghe suddenly used his Blood River Great Technique, and at the same time, he used his Blood God Son clone that he had refined in the Blood River to roll up the Tian Di Xuan Huang Ling Long Treasure Tower and prepare to run away. Suddenly, the whole area around Wuming Mountain was filled with Minghe's shadow clones.

  At this time, Zhou Cheng had a very strange feeling. He felt that under the deep ditch of Wuming Mountain, something seemed to be hidden. So he didn't rush to show up either. The Xuan Huang Tower wasn't easy to take.

  As expected, the crowd saw another strong thief emerge halfway, and they couldn't help it anymore. Nüwa, Fuxi, Zhunti, and Jiāo Yǐn shot out in all directions as if by prior agreement. Suddenly, a large law enforcement operation unfolded, and the Blood God Sons flying towards the four directions were all annihilated. Three quasi-religious masters and one quasi-religious master-in-waiting took action, each occupying one side, and Minghe suffered a great defeat this time.

  After the Blood God's demise, Minghe suddenly appeared in the center, his face filled with shock and anger, his eyes blazing like fire as he stared at the four of them. "You ruined my good deed, I won't let you off scot-free." Trying to steal a chicken but ending up breaking a big bundle of rice instead - whoever it was would be furious.

  "Haha, we'll see how you won't be able to retire." The guide laughed slyly, seeing that the rest of the people were all tied up, while he and his brother had a stable victory over Nüwa and Fuxi. After cleaning up the Underworld River and taking the treasure, they would make their escape.

  The four of them immediately cast their spells, wanting to send him to the underworld and death.

  Minghe was also barefoot and didn't fear wearing shoes, anyway they had already suffered a huge loss. Suddenly, a loud roar erupted, his body exploded, hundreds of millions of bloodstains shot into the vast wilderness, entering that dark and mysterious sea of blood. The crowd's leader felt a wave of depression, this Minghe's skill at running away was too strong!

  The four of them immediately looked up at the Xuan Huang Tower in the void, all fantasizing that they would soon be able to obtain it.

  "This treasure that has been unearthed is destined for me, thank you, Nüwa, for your help this time in obtaining the treasure tower. I will take my leave with my senior brother first."

  The woman's words enraged Nüwa and Fuxi, who thought that the demon was too shameless and ignored their existence. Just as they were about to take action, they saw Yuanshi and Tongtian venting their anger nearby, but then they saw the precious pagoda suspended in mid-air and immediately stopped paying attention to the demon tribe. They flew over together, thinking that face-saving was important, but not as important as this acquired treasure. The Eastern Emperor also rushed over, but Laozi and the others were even more urgent, and for a while, they couldn't escape.

  Now there are six people surrounding the pagoda, and no one dares to make a move easily. Whoever makes the first move will definitely be attacked by the remaining few people.

  The atmosphere suddenly became tense, especially for those around the pagoda, who stared at each other with wide eyes, no one daring to make a move.

  Zhun Ti's eyes flashed wildly for a moment, and then he opened his mouth to say: "Nüwa Shizhu, with your high virtue and prestige, you can indeed obtain that treasure. We will also give this treasure to the two of you."

  Nüwa's nature had become somewhat simpler, and she was delighted as soon as she heard it, wanting to agree. But then the original one said: "Sister Nüwa, don't be deceived, this little demon is trying to stir up strife between us, plotting to have us fight like the snipe and the clam, while the fisherman reaps the benefits. I think we'd better join forces to drive away these Westerners first, and then we can settle our accounts."

  Nüwa suddenly came to her senses and, along with Fuxi, immediately turned to face Zhunti, intending to take action. Zhunti felt a surge of gloominess - this primitive being was indeed more despicable than himself, or else he wouldn't have seen through his scheme at a single glance.

  Several of you came and I came, and suddenly the fight started. As for that mysterious yellow tower in the sky, no one went to grab it at that time. Zhou Cheng didn't even grab it, which was really strange.

  It turned out that Zhou Cheng had always felt that there was something calling him from the depths of the mountain stream, and that thing seemed to be rushing towards him. He didn't move, quietly observing, suddenly appearing, even if he entered the mountain stream, it would be impossible to succeed. The mysterious yellow tower in the sky, he actually liked it very much, but he had other plans.

  In the arena, apart from a few ancestral witches of the Wu tribe watching the play, there was also Zhou Cheng hiding in the void. Everyone else was busy fighting, and even the hair buns on the heads of Jie and Zhun were scattered, looking disheveled. It seemed that after a short while, the two would be defeated. On the side of the demon tribe, although they had lost Tongtian and Yuanshi, they managed to fight to a draw, but for Donghuang and Emperor Jun, who were determined to seize the treasure, it was an unbearable pain.

  Just as the fight was in full swing, there was another loud rumbling sound from the mountain stream, as if some formation had been broken. In an instant, a long ancient sword flew towards Zhou Cheng's location.

  Zhou Cheng was startled at first, but in an instant he felt that the sword had no intention of killing him. Instead, it carried a kind of joy, like a bird that had been confined for a long time and had finally flown out of its cage and returned to nature. He remained still, quietly waiting for the ancient sword to arrive.

  The few who were desperately resisting saw the sword and suddenly felt like they had seen their mother, this was truly the original treasure of chaos. The Xuan Huang Pagoda was strong, but after all, it was a later creation, sufficient for defense, but insufficient for attack. Except for Wu Yao and Lao Zi fighting each other and unable to extricate themselves, Tong Tian and several others were eager to make a move, and would not show mercy when they struck, waiting only to resolve the matter of the incoming Qi before going to seize the ancient sword.

  At this time, Yuanshi no longer held back and launched a fatal blow. However, Zhunti unexpectedly didn't block or dodge it, instead taking the hit head-on. Then, using the force of the attack, he flew to the side of the ancient sword, grabbed it, and spat out a mouthful of blood with a loud roar. Unbeknownst to everyone, he had used some sort of technique to instantly escape the range of their spiritual senses.

  Chapter 18 is here, and yesterday's promise by Little Fish has been mostly fulfilled, with at least three chapters updated. If the vote situation is good, there might be a fourth chapter. Although Little Fish is very tired, seeing the clicks and votes floating upwards makes Little Fish feel happy. Writing is the best way to go. As always, please leave your opinions and suggestions in the comments section. It's not just empty talk, those who have followed Little Fish know this.