Chapter 220: One Golden Apple

Treasures bewitch the heart.

The phrase 'find the treasure' became the spark of slaughter.

On Gold Mountain, swords clashed and wails rose everywhere.

The three deliberately detoured around the lofty, majestic temples to explore the relatively smaller and dilapidated ones.

The lofty, majestic temples still retained powerful restrictions.

And these places were also where the fierce battles over treasures raged most intensely.

Inside a low temple, Zhang Xingyu found a dragon-shaped ring.

The ring hid a golden mirror, which recorded a high-level divine ability called the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms?

Isn't that the supreme martial art of Qiao Bangzhu from Jin Yong's works?

Who would have thought that in this xianxia world we would unexpectedly encounter the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

Zhang Xingyu handed the ring and the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms to Nan Qiyun.

"Lieutenant, I and Zhu Xiaopang have each gained something. Let me give you this ring and this divine ability."

Nan Qiyun took the ring but did not take the golden mirror.

"This divine ability consumes too much spiritual sense; I can't cultivate it. Keep it yourself."

Zhang Xingyu nodded and stored the golden mirror in his storage ring.

The three walked out of the temple, and several human cultivators came running toward them.

"Come quick, there are three demon cultivators here!" the leading human cultivator shouted loudly.

"Well, we are..." Zhu Dafu was about to explain when a flying sword lunged at him.

Seeing this, Nan Qiyun grabbed him and Zhang Xingyu and hurriedly ran to the side.

At this moment, how could we explain clearly?

The three ran ahead, while several human cultivators chased from behind.

Zhang Xingyu felt a surge of frustration.

Damn it, if those chasing were demon cultivators, he would have already sliced them down with a sword.

Unfortunately, those chasing were of the same kin.

He couldn't fight back, nor could he explain clearly.

There was nothing to be done.

Play the grandson, flee.

Dodging all the way, fleeing all the way.

After many twists and turns, the three finally shook off the pursuit.

Leaning against a withered tree, the three stopped to catch their breath and rest.

Once their breathing had evened out, they realized something was off.

Before them, Te Fu led several demon cultivators in a standoff with a few human cultivators.

Damn it, panicking and taking any route, we actually ran into the place where these two groups were fighting.

Fortunately, their appearance did not draw much attention from either side.

Perhaps their cultivation was too insignificant to merit notice in the eyes of both sides.

Hmph!

To be ignored!

Zhang Xingyu glanced at Te Fu, but she didn't even look at him.

Te Fu held a golden magic staff and shouted at the handsome human male cultivator opposite: "Humans, this fruit was discovered by us first; you dare not try to take it from us."

The human male cultivator opposite chuckled: "Nonsense. In treasure hunting, strength naturally reigns supreme; moreover, facing you demons, we naturally will not yield."

Finding no common ground, the two sides clashed again.

Zhang Xingyu secretly tugged at Zhu Dafu and Nan Qiyun, and the three slowly withdrew from the melee.

"What a pity! That fruit is golden and shiny; it must taste delicious." Zhu Dafu muttered.

Zhang Xingyu lightly tapped his head: "What time is it, still thinking about food!"

Having distanced themselves from the melee, the three pressed forward toward the center to explore.

At the summit's center stood a resplendent, gold-and-blue temple.

The temple was five hundred meters long, two hundred meters wide, and over a hundred meters high, with a golden bead embedded in its lofty dome.

Before the temple lay a wide plaza.

Around the plaza stood one hundred and eight golden stone pillars.

Most of these stone pillars were broken.

The shattered pillars lay scattered haphazardly on the ground.

The plaza floor was littered haphazardly with piles of white bones.

Zhang Xingyu felt his heartbeat quicken and his hairs stand on end.

The three tiptoed forward.

With each step, a bone beneath their feet shattered.

After enduring this torment for a quarter hour, the three arrived before a stone pillar.

They sat upon a fallen stone pillar.

This short few-hundred-meter distance seemed to drain all their strength.

The stone pillar was warm.

Zhang Xingyu's heartbeat gradually calmed, his strength slowly recovered.

Zhang Xingyu raised his head to survey the stone pillars ahead.

Each stone pillar was carved with a scene of divine beings fighting and living.

Among these pictures, one divine being's image stood out particularly.

This divine being wore a golden helmet, golden armor, held a huge divine sword in hand, standing on a chariot pulled by eight golden dragons.

In every battle, this divine being always drove the chariot to the forefront.

Before him, whether powerful demons or ferocious beasts all turned into clouds of blood mist.

Truly a powerful divine being!

Alas, even such a powerful divine being has been swallowed by the river of history.

Zhang Xingyu sighed, preparing to enter the temple to explore.

At that moment, a dense cracking of white bones sounded from his side.

Zhang Xingyu turned his head, discovering several cultivators quickly walking toward the temple.

"Haha, you few demons, actually hiding here."

The leading human cultivator waved the sword in his hand and shouted loudly.

Unlucky!

It's those guys again!

Can't fight!

Better to retreat.

The three passed through the square, retreating to the other side.

After a quarter hour, a withered large tree appeared again before them.

Under the tree lay five or six corpses.

On the tree hung a golden fruit.

The confronting sides of immortals and demons have already withdrawn.

Strange?

They actually didn't pick this fruit!

"Brother Xingyu, the fruit!" Zhu Dafu pointed at the fruit on the tree and said.

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "I fear there's something odd. Given their greed just now, it's absolutely impossible for them to casually give up this treasure!"

"Maybe they're just stupid!" Zhu Dafu said, licking his tongue.

Zhang Xingyu gave him a flick on the head: "Nonsense!"

At this moment, Nan Qi Yun also said from the side: "Better be careful. Look, these people dead here have no wounds at all; likely something unexpected happened."

Zhang Xingyu nodded: "Alright. We'll retreat a bit farther, then think of a way to get this fruit."

The three quickly retreated over a hundred meters.

Zhang Xingyu took out the Immortal-Binding Rope from his ring.

"Immortal-Binding Rope, Immortal-Binding Rope, today I rely on you."

Under Zhang Xingyu's command, the Immortal-Binding Rope flew toward the golden fruit atop the treetop.

Seeing the Immortal-Binding Rope about to entwine the fruit, Zhang Xingyu's heart tightened.

At the same time, two hundred meters away.

Several pairs of eyes were also fixedly staring at this place.

"Hehe, that brat actually dares to use a magical treasure to mess with the fruit; surely he'll end up hanging there!"

"That's certain; several people from the demons and us went up separately, and no matter whether they used Dao arts, magic, magical treasures, or demonic weapons, they all died on the spot."

"This fruit is simply a thing that takes lives!"

"Quick look, that guy collapsed!"

At the moment the Immortal-Binding Rope entwined the fruit, Zhang Xingyu felt his soul involuntarily fly away from the Heavenly Gate.

If it weren't for the golden little figure tightly grasping his soul threads, his soul would probably have been devoured by that fruit.

However, the fruit's soul-absorbing pull is extremely strong; the golden little figure is gradually finding it hard to hold on.

Not good!

Zhang Xingyu silently cried out.

His soul shouted loudly: "Slay the Immortal!"