Don’t Mess with that Turtle
Chapter 126 - 126 125 Counter-kill_1

126: Chapter 125 Counter-kill_1 126: Chapter 125 Counter-kill_1 This isn’t the point, the point is that this gate condensed in East Cloud Mountain, and the Mountain Soul of East Cloud Mountain is controlled by Feng Yi Ju.

In principle, anyone who enters East Cloud Mountain could possibly be thrown into the battle domain gate by Feng Yi Ju.

No matter how many people come from Xuan Tian Gate, that’s how many Feng Yi Ju can toss into the battle domain.

Even if one uses special methods to anchor oneself, unaffected by the Mountain Soul, Feng Yi Ju moves freely.

As long as he is in East Cloud Mountain, he can transmit himself into the battle domain at any time.

In East Cloud, he is inherently in an invincible position.

“Open!” Feng Yi Ju suddenly shouted coldly, channeling the world strength in his hands, the token instantly melting away.

The archway solidified, on it were carved the two characters “Door of Three Lives,” with three big gates underneath the archway.

A charm spread from the archway, giving those who saw it an immediate understanding of its meaning.

Three gates, Transcendence, Demonic, Stepping Sky, one could enter different gates.

The lower-rank could enter the higher-rank, but the higher could not enter the lower.

“Fellow Daoists of Xuan Tian, please enter the mountain!” Feng Yi Ju called out towards the outside of East Cloud Mountain.

Two flying boats emerged from the Flowing Light River.

A fairy aboard a flying boat glanced at East Cloud Mountain, then turned back to the Flowing Light River.

Qingyuan Gate cannot be annihilated now.

With the Door of Three Lives here, East Cloud Mountain needs a powerful sect to guard it, otherwise, who’s to say that no one from Sealed Emperor Great World will emerge from the Door of Three Lives?

Where did Feng Yi Ju get the Mystery Yellow Order from?

Two necessary conditions to open the Door of Three Lives: Invasion from Sealed Emperor Great World and the Mystery Yellow Order.

The first is simple, even if one kidnaps tens of thousands of cultivators from Sealed Emperor Great World to feign an invasion, the heavens and earth are just laws that know nothing of human affairs—Qingyuan Gate naturally cannot kidnap tens of thousands of cultivators from Sealed Emperor Great World.

But they have Prison Ghost.

This is the fundamental reason why Feng Yi Ju released the Prison Ghost.

What’s difficult is the Mystery Yellow Order.

The Mystery Yellow Order is the embodiment of the Door of Three Lives, forged by a Greater Power in ancient times, a rarity in this world.

Mystery Yellow Order…

Mystery Yellow Cave Sky.

I’m afraid even Miss’s access rights to open the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky were given by Feng Yi Ju.

What audacity!

To even forsake the Mystery Yellow Cave Sky—Feng Yi Ju understands sacrifice and gain.

If he had taken those access rights to negotiate with the Sect Leader, the consequences would have been self-evident.

Moreover, even if one obtains the Mystery Yellow Order, not all sects wish to open the Door of Three Lives.

Although endless resources lie within the battle domain, one must also face Sealed Emperor Great World head-on, a lifestyle not everyone can stomach.

To open the gate means endless war from then on.

But what’s puzzling is, if Feng Yi Ju was only after resources, there was no need to occupy East Cloud Mountain at all; he could’ve simply opened the Door of Three Lives, which had everything within.

What was his purpose in taking East Cloud?

Butler Wu bowed to Feng Yi Ju, “Master Feng is very calculating, one move sets up the next.

This old servant is beaten.

Master Feng, may I ask you to release the disciples of Xuan Tian Gate and we shall take our leave?”

He looked deeply at Feng Yi Ju; his awfulness did not lie in his Three-fold Stepping Sky Boundary Status.

Indeed, Three-fold Stepping Sky was a force not to be underestimated even in Xuan Tian Gate, but Xuan Tian Gate still wouldn’t find it difficult to kill him.

Feng Yi Ju’s awfulness lay in his mind, and even more in his three hundred years of patient concealment.

Fighting with Feng Yi Ju now, he would probably think: How do I know he doesn’t have another trick up his sleeve?

Such thoughts, right?

Feng Yi Ju smiled and turned towards the Mountain Soul Battlezone, “Book Junior Brother.”

The Scholar flexed his spell decisions, and the formation flags flew up; the Mountain Soul Battlezone dispersed.

Instantly, high-level cultivators from the battle zone fell like dumplings.

Suddenly, sword light fled forth, and the occasional living cultivators of various East Cloud Sects haphazardly fled towards the outside of East Cloud Mountain.

Chasing sword lights from Qingyuan and allies followed closely behind.

The ground was filled with cries of agony.

Su He had taken the opportunity to rush to Ya Ya’s side; Ya Ya giggled atop his Turtle Shell, affectionately butting her head against the Dragon Head.

Su He tilted his head to look at the nearby Door of Three Lives.

This thing looked somewhat familiar; Su He felt traces of the Dragon Turtle Qi emanating from it.

He snapped back to his senses and searched for the Scholar’s whereabouts.

Then he heard an urgent voice from behind, “Junior Brother Longgui, catch!”

He turned to see the Scholar waving a large flag towards him.

The flag bore the flickering phantom of the Mountain Divine God; he was actually attempting to forcefully imbue the Mountain Soul into Su He’s body.

Su He’s body burst into scales instantaneously, as a sense of crisis shot from the tip of his dragon horn all the way down to his tail.

Su He was no cultivation neophyte; the Mountain Soul was a valuable treasure that could only be refined, not incorporated into the body.

Once merged, one would become akin to a “Mountain Spirit” or “Mountain Divine God,” making it difficult to ascend to heaven, not to mention being bound to the Spirit Mountain that housed the Mountain Soul for this entire lifetime.

A cunning glint flashed in the Scholar’s eyes.

The Dragon Turtle was probably already dead meat, and the best outcome would be to leave with Su Huanian, but this was something the Scholar absolutely could not accept.

The Dragon Turtle could only remain in East Cloud Mountain.

As Xuan Tian Gate retreated, several junior brothers of the Big Ming King Demon Statue had already severed Feng Yaya’s life origin.

The Sect Leader senior brother had failed to capture Xuan Tian Gate’s Stepping Sky.

Killing three had already been their limit.

Any more would not make for a good ending, three Cave Worlds, mere foundationalless origins, were simply not enough to squander.

“Set!”

The Scholar let out a strange cry, and the formation flag fell on Su He’s back.

A swath of Mountain Soul suddenly descended like a huge mountain, crashing onto the turtle shell with a creaking noise.

“Roar!” Su He suddenly bellowed.

“Is Junior Brother Longgui waiting for Uncle Ge to save you?

I have already used the Mountain Soul to block off this area.

Your uncles can’t cross over the Mountain Soul and won’t be able to find you.”

“Scoundrel!” Feng Yaya cursed loudly and leaped up, punching toward the Scholar.

“Mountain Shaking!”

“Snap!” The Scholar materialized a spell decision with a slap, smacking her onto the ground.

“Roar!” Su He roared again, as dark clouds gathered above his head.

Lightning crackled and tried to strike the Scholar, only to be blocked by a small cauldron that rose from the Scholar’s body.

“Junior brother, your Magic skill and Divine Skills are not bad.

We shall have more exchanges in the future.”

While he spoke, his hand movements did not stop.

The Mountain Soul was pressed down even lower.

Su He’s draconic eyes were wide open, roaring with Divine God Might, the Sword Qi on the External Appearance Turtle Mountain striking down one after another, to no avail.

The gap in their Boundary Status was too vast; the Scholar was at least a character who had progressed four or five steps into Demonic Transformation.

As the Mountain Soul was about to press into the Turtle Shell, the Scholar became even more concentrated and cautious.

With his centuries of experience, he knew the closer one was to success, the more likely one was to fail at the last moment.

There was no room for negligence.

He was multitasking, forcefully pressing the Mountain Soul into Su He’s body while controlling the Mountain Soul to envelop the space and set up an illusion to prevent discovery by others.

But, at that moment, a loud cry rang out:

“Ao ah~”

A gigantic shadow of a Peacock rose from the External Appearance Turtle Mountain, and with one claw, it pulled the Mountain Soul right off the mountain.

As the Mountain Soul pressed into External Appearance Turtle Mountain, touching the Peacock Blood Essence embedded within the space, it triggered a reaction.

The essence blood of a Divine God Beast was, after all, Divine God Beast Essence Blood.

In Prison Ghost Space, it could drive out a hundred thousand Prison Ghosts.

Even though its Soul Consciousness had dissipated now, its instincts could not be erased—especially since its quality had been increased several folds by a dice roll, making it even more spiritually active.

As the Mountain Soul invasion sought to assimilate it too, the essence blood instinctively resisted.

Perhaps due to its experiences, this droplet of essence blood was particularly resistant to being refined.

The essence blood floated, concentrating at the brow of the Peacock shadow.

A cry sounded again, and the approaching Feng Yaya immediately fainted, while the Scholar’s pupils dilated, losing focus for a moment.

A golden opportunity!

Seizing the moment, Su He let out a roar, unleashed his Divine God Might, and with a headbutt, pushed the Peacock onto the Mountain Soul, and together, they crashed into the Scholar.

Half of the Mountain Soul slammed into the Scholar’s body in an instant.

The Scholar’s pupils snapped into focus as he woke up, his face drastically changing as he waved the large flag in his hand toward Su He.

“Ao ah~”

The Peacock cried at the right moment, causing the Scholar’s eyes to blur again as the Mountain Soul barrier on his head lost control, dissolving and fading away.

“Roar!”

Su He pushed off with his limbs, the water beneath him churning as he charged with his Dragon Horn, pushing the entire swath of Mountain Soul completely into the Scholar’s body, with the Peacock Blood Essence on top.

The Peacock Blood Essence swooped in, opening its massive beak to clamp onto the Scholar’s face with a crunch.

A tear and tug, and the entire face was suddenly unrecognizable.

“Cease!” A loud shout from the Nine Heavens alerted someone to the abnormality.

But Su He did not even spare it a glance, with a flip of a water hand he grabbed Feng Yaya, and with a headbutt, they entered the Door of Three Lives.