Zuo Mo exchanged a glance with everyone, and they tacitly understood, intentionally heading towards a secluded area.

  "Your Excellency is following us, what do you want?"

  Zuo looked coldly at the man in front of him, who was wearing a yellow Daoist robe and had white hair but a youthful face. Although this place was remote, many cultivators still passed by, but when they saw the old man in the yellow robe, their faces changed greatly and they hastily left!

  "The little doll is quite clever and can find Lao Zu." The old man's tone was very big, facing Zuo Mo and the others, without any fear.

  The three divisions of Zhuque Camp have quietly made preparations for battle and can launch at any time.

  "I advise you not to make any rash moves." The old Taoist in the yellow robe chuckled: "Lest you suffer at the hands of Lao Zu."

  Zuo Mo rolled his eyes, these days, why does everyone have such a big attitude?

  However, having just arrived at Ming Water City, Zuo Mo didn't want to stir up trouble. He glanced at the yellow-robed old Daoist and said, "You've been following us for so long, surely you're not here to chat idly."

  "Haha, little doll, you have a treasure on your body that you can't use anyway. Why not exchange it with Old Ancestor instead?" The yellow-robed old Daoist said with a smile.

  Zuo Mo was slightly surprised, his heart skipping a beat. He said with a smile, "A treasure? I have many treasures on me, which one are you referring to?"

  "You have a pile of scrap metal on you, and the only thing that can be considered a treasure is just one piece. It should be a sixth-grade treasure!" The yellow-robed old Taoist narrowed his eyes, flashing a hint of greed.

  Six precious treasures, how did you know that the nine turns of the whirlwind would land in my hands? Few people know this, so how did this old Taoist find out?

  "You must be joking! A sixth-grade treasure is not something I can have!" Zuo Mo denied with a smile.

  "Don't pretend to be crazy in front of the old ancestor." The yellow-robed old Taoist's face turned cold, with a hint of impatience: "The old ancestor doesn't want to hear your nonsense. If you know what's good for you, hand it over obediently, and the old ancestor will naturally not neglect your benefits."

  "What did you just say?" Zuo Mo's expression turned cold as his eyes narrowed.

  "Hey, don't think that just because you've stuck the U Gong Fu label on yourselves, our ancestors won't dare to move against you. Humph! Even if Lord Wu himself came, he couldn't protect you!"

  The old Taoist in the yellow robe suddenly surged with energy, and the spiritual power around him seemed to lose control, stirring restlessly.

  Zuo Mo and others' faces changed greatly!

  Golden Elixir!

  This yellow-robed old Daoist is actually a Golden Elixir!

  "Hmph! Hand it over obediently, or else the old ancestor will have to take action himself. It won't be a pretty sight!" The yellow-robed old Daoist said with a sinister tone.

  The powerful spiritual pressure was like a heavy lead, making it hard for everyone to breathe. Zuo Mo and the others had never been so close to a Golden Dan cultivator before, facing off against him directly. Their confrontation with Ming Jue Old Ancestor was in mid-air, but this time it felt completely different. In their eyes, the yellow-robed old Daoist's figure was as tall and majestic as a mountain range, while they were tiny and insignificant like mayflies, unable to shake their opponent in the slightest.

  At such a close distance from Jindan, the terrifying spiritual pressure alone is enough to make the vast majority of cultivators lose their will to resist.

  "Hmm, can't see it, but still has a few strokes!" The old man in the yellow robe flashed a hint of surprise in his eyes, and then chuckled: "Unfortunately, in front of Lao Zu, it's not enough to look at!"

  A bright light flashed in the eyes of the old man in yellow robes.

  Everyone only felt their body suddenly sink, unable to move, and even their arms couldn't be lifted. Their faces changed color, revealing a look of horror.

  Earth's Power!

  "You..." Zuo Mo's eyes widened in anger, but his body couldn't move an inch. He finally understood why the other party wanted to use the Nine Turns Earth Disk! The other party was cultivating the Earth Element Technique.

  What... is this Earth Conqueror's Mantra, so overbearingly extraordinary!

  Xie Shan hummed a low tone, forcing himself to urge on his spiritual power, and was about to urge on his sword mantra.

  "It seems interesting, looks like you're about to reach the Golden Elixir. The yellow-robed old Daoist showed a surprised expression again, but immediately didn't think much of it: 'Too bad, your fate is not good.'"

  Pfft.

  Xie Shan suddenly felt a surge of energy and spirit reversing, his throat sweetened, and he could no longer hold back, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  "Don't struggle anymore!" The old man in the yellow robe looked at Xie Shan with a mocking gaze: "It's useless. You and I are only one line apart, but this one line is the difference between heaven and earth."

  After finishing speaking, he ignored Xie Shan and turned around to walk towards Zuo Mo.

  "Haha, why make the old ancestor take action? No need for that!" The yellow-robed old Daoist smiled with satisfaction, strolled to Zuo Mo's front, and slapped his cheeks with a few loud slaps, laughing loudly: "The old ancestor is really lucky today, thanks to you!"

  The Vermilion Bird Camp's repairer was on the verge of collapse, wildly stirring up his spiritual energy and desperately struggling!

  "Can't see that, they are quite loyal!" The old man in the yellow robe chuckled and continued to pat Lemo's face: "But what does it matter? Haha!"

  Zuo Mo clenched his teeth and asked, "How did you know I had this treasure?"

  The old Taoist in yellow robe was extremely pleased: "I'll teach you a trick, the six-grade treasure has spiritual nature, but coincidentally, I know a method to explore the spirit."

  He looked up and down at Zuo Mo, his eyes finally falling on the ring on Zuo Mo's hand. His eyes suddenly lit up as he burst out laughing: "Today is a good day! I've actually found so many Naxu rings!"

  After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and snatched the ring from Zuo Mo's finger.

  Just as his fingers were about to grasp Luo Mo's fingers, a sudden change occurred!

  The hand that wore several Navaratna rings and was motionless suddenly flipped up and grabbed his hand!

  The old Taoist in yellow robes suddenly changed color: "You..."

  A terrifying surge of power came into his hands, and he lost control of his body, rushing towards the opponent.

  No good!

  The yellow-robed old Daoist reacted extremely quickly, just as he was about to activate the Ling screen, his eyes suddenly bulged out, his body numbed, and involuntarily curled up into a prawn shape.

  A fist that could shatter mountains and split rocks struck his abdomen!

  His face was twisted in a scowl, half of his cheek still flushed red, gritting his teeth and bellowing: "Brother has tolerated you for a long time!"

  Boom!

  The body of Huangpao Lao Dao shook violently, and a massive force caused his entire face to distort drastically.

  After practicing the "Diamond Sutra", Zuo Mo's power increased greatly, and now, as the embodiment of the Great Sun Demon Body, his power has reached an extremely terrifying level. The physical body of a demon is unparalleled in strength, and the Great Sun Demon Body can be ranked second among the Demon Bodies of the School Stage, so how could it be inferior in this aspect?

  Not only is it not inferior, but it's even more powerful, more powerful than what Zuo Mo imagined.

  In fact, when his body was restricted, he still had some strength left. He personally experienced the horror of the Nine Revolutions Xuan Tu Pan and was not flustered at all. The power of the Mahoraga's body is much stronger than that time. However, others do not have such terrifying powers as him.

  One man was certainly no match for the other, so Mo had no choice but to pretend to be weak and lure the enemy in.

  At this moment, he only felt an unspeakable comfort, he had never felt his fists so full of power, every punch seemed to vent the anger in his heart into Huangpao's body.

  "Old ancestor! Hey, you don't know that I've already taken down an old ancestor?"

  Boom!

  "Dare to snatch Brother's treasure! Tired of living?"

  Boom!

  "Dare to slap Ge's face! You're done for!"

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Zuo Mo continuously punched out dozens of fists, each fist landing on the flesh, and every punch that landed on Huang Pao's body made it tremble and wave. Unsatisfied, he grabbed Huang Pao's neck and slammed him to the ground like a sandbag, with great force.

  Hiss!

  The surrounding air was filled with synchronized gasps of cold air, including the injured Xie Shan, who also looked at the boss who had completely fallen into a frenzy with a look of astonishment.

  Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

  The ground tiles burst and shattered, with each blow sending shards of stone flying everywhere.

  Bang! The old Taoist's spiritual armor was finally unable to withstand the violent destruction and shattered into pieces.

  Zuo Mo's hand paused for a moment, Golden Armor Spirit Treasure, this thing is worth a lot of spirit stones!

  He suddenly felt a pang of heartache, and in a fit of rage, he continued to violently thrash the old man in yellow robes more than ten times before stopping. With a satisfied expression, he lifted his head, one hand grasping the old man's neck, and turned to face the others.

  "Are you guys okay?"

  Brush, people around him took several steps back in unison.

  Everyone's eyes were devoid of even a hint of anger, and they gazed sympathetically at the yellow-robed old Daoist who was being held by the scruff of his neck like a wild dog by Lu Mo. The poor yellow-robed old Daoist had lost all human semblance, his entire body swollen to the point where he was completely unrecognizable.

  Pitiful, truly pitiful!

  They had never seen such a pitiful Jindan, who was brutally beaten into an unrecognizable shape by the fists.

  Never offend your boss!

  Even Lei Peng, a rough and bold man, was now as pale as a little girl, his face white with fear, his heart trembling. And Zong Ru, who had taught the boss boxing techniques, also looked like he had lost all blood from his face, he dared to guarantee that this was absolutely not what he had taught...

  What is wild? What is violent? What is barbaric?

  Beaten into a coma with severe blunt force trauma, loss of consciousness and awareness, ***, whole body edema and comminuted fractures.

  Alright, we are craftsmen, emphasizing technique and inspiration...

  So when the boss's face turned red and his neck thickened, looking at them with a ferocious expression, they retreated several steps in unison.

  He glanced at the yellow-robed old Taoist holding his hand, secretly pleased that he had finally caught a Golden Elixir. He had promised Pu Yao to give him one, and unexpectedly ran into such a foolish Golden Elixir today. At this moment, he completely forgot about being suppressed earlier.

  "Fall back!"

  He waved his hand magnanimously and flew towards the camp first.

  Far away from them, Su Yue's face turned slightly pale as she saw such a brutal and violent figure for the first time.

  When she saw the yellow-robed old Taoist going to trouble Zuo Mo and his group, she immediately paid attention. She had always wanted to probe into the depths of this gang, but there were many concerns. The appearance of the yellow-robed old Taoist was a perfect opportunity.

  The Yellow Robed Old Daoist knew him, this person was ruthless and merciless, having killed countless people. Even other Golden Dan cultivators were somewhat wary of him.

  The development of things from the beginning was not a bit different from what she had imagined.

  The difference between Jindan and Ningmai was clear to anyone with a bit of common sense. She even thought that Zuo Mo wouldn't dare to resist, and would obediently hand over the treasure. And when Huangpao Old Dao launched his spell, she couldn't help but shake her head in dismay - this Jinwu City Master really wasn't a clever person.

  But what happened next left her stunned and speechless.

  The master of Jinwu City suddenly launched a surprise attack, grabbing the yellow-robed old Daoist. Without using any spiritual energy, he absolutely didn't use even half a bit of spiritual energy, and instead used his fists to punch him like a street thug.

  But...

  A fist without a hint of spiritual energy actually beat the Yellow Robed Old Dao until he was no longer human in shape.

  Is he a cultivator of Refining the Body?

  What level of physical refinement would be required to beat a Jindan cultivator into this state?

  The master of Jinwu City was brutally beaten, and she looked pale with fear, unexpectedly feeling a hint of dread in her heart.

  He's a thug!