One person: He secluded himself for eighty years and cured Tian Jinzhong.

Chapter 98 The Ghosts of the 36 Thieves

"Dada dada dada..."

The giant beast seemed to sense the threat and began to spin wildly, trying to throw Feng Baobao off.

But Feng Baobao seemed to be attached to it, her legs clamping tightly around the protruding rock, her hands never stopping for a moment.

"Bang bang bang bang bang!!!"

The tapping sounds grew faster and faster, eventually forming a continuous line.

at last.

"Click."

A very faint, crisp sound.

That crystal shield that even Tian Jinzhong's golden giant sword couldn't cut through.

Centered on the spot where Feng Baobao struck, spiderweb-like cracks instantly appeared!

"Now!!"

Su Duo shouted from the tree, "Master! Its energy has dissipated!"

"Alright! Bao'er, move aside!"

Tian Jinzhong laughed loudly, seizing this fleeting opportunity.

He no longer used a sword, but instead compressed all the golden light into his right fist.

The light was so intense that his fist looked like a miniature sun.

"Can you handle the 'quiet meditation' I've maintained for over seventy years?!"

Tian Jinzhong leaped a hundred meters in one step and appeared in front of the giant beast.

He delivered a simple, unadorned punch to the gaping hole in the already shattered shield.

"Golden Light Mantra - Inch Punch - Mountain Collapse!!"

boom!!!!!!!!!!

A golden beam of light pierced through the enormous stone sphere in an instant.

Before the behemoth could even let out a scream, its entire body exploded from the inside out, like a powder keg that had been lit!

The sky was filled with falling rocks, like a meteor shower.

In that golden rain of light, the so-called "creation of the divine tree" was completely reduced to ashes.

"call……"

Tian Jinzhong maintained his punching posture, slowly withdrew his stance, and exhaled a long breath of white air.

His clothes were soaked with sweat, but his old eyes shone with an unprecedented light.

"Cool!"

"That was fucking awesome!"

Tian Jinzhong turned around and gave a thumbs-up to Su Duo, who jumped down from the tree, and Feng Baobao, who was covered in dust:

"Great teamwork! The three of us, grandfather and grandson, are invincible!"

Su Duo ran over and took Tian Jinzhong's hand with some concern: "Master, are you tired? Does your hand hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt! This amount of exercise is just a warm-up!" Tian Jinzhong waved his hand boldly, although his hand was trembling slightly (he was pretending well, but he was actually exhausted), but he still kept up his act.

Only then did Wang dare to come closer.

Looking at the mess on the ground, and then at these three "ruthless people," he was filled with awe.

"Senior Tian... this isn't cultivation, it's like playing a real-life Monster Hunter game."

"...Shouldn't we go find Master Su and the Old Celestial Master? Once we've cleared out the monsters here, things will probably get even more chaotic over there."

Tian Jinzhong took a bottle of water out of Su Duo's backpack, took a sip, and looked up at the dark void above his head.

Although he couldn't see it, he could sense that in that higher-dimensional space, two extremely terrifying auras were confronting each other.

"yes."

Tian Jinzhong's smile faded, and his expression turned serious:

"I'm just playing the watchdog."

"The senior and junior brothers are facing the 'soul' of this tree."

"Let's go! Climb the tree!"

Tian Jinzhong threw the empty bottle away:

"Let's go up there and cheer them on!"

……

At the same time, the canopy of the divine tree is also the top layer of this space.

There are no monsters here, and no smoke of gunpowder.

Only a single, enormous leaf, as calm as a mirror, floats above the clouds.

Su Wuxian and Zhang Zhiwei stood side by side.

Opposite them stood thirty-six blurry figures composed of bronze light.

That was the aura left behind here by the thirty-six thieves, recorded by the divine tree.

"That's really a twisted sense of humor."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at the group of familiar "old friends" and sighed:

"He's been dead for so many years, and he still gets dragged out to be a thug."

"Junior brother, this tree... cannot be kept."

Su Wuxian looked at the slovenly figure standing at the front, holding a wine gourd, and recognized him. It was Wugensheng. His eyes were icy cold.

"Of course we can't keep them."

"That's a bit much."

"How dare you use an old friend as a puppet..."

"Even if it's a sacred tree, I will still..."

"Uproot it completely!"

......

At the summit of the divine tree, on the bronze leaf platform.

This is the highest point of the entire divine tree, with swirling clouds beneath your feet and the void within reach above your head.

The enormous bronze leaves spread out, resembling a floating plaza.

At this moment, the square was full of people.

Or rather, it was filled with "shadows".

Thirty-six figures.

Although its body was composed of bronze-colored light, its face was blurred.

But their aura, posture, and even their unique spirit are exactly the same as those of the group from back then.

"Zheng Zibu (Tongtianlu), Feng Tianyang (Julingqianjiang), Zhou Sheng (Feng Hou Qimen)..."

Zhang Zhiwei, with his hands behind his back, glanced at the familiar figures one by one, his expression behind his sunglasses turning somewhat forlorn.

"And Dou Hong, Gao Ning...tsk, they were all top players back in the day."

"This damn tree has a pretty good memory; it's replicated the peak performance of these old guys when they were young."

"This must be their peak condition when they comprehended the Eight Extraordinary Techniques in the Valley of the Twenty-Four Solar Terms..."

"What's the use of having a good memory?"

Su Wuxian stared coldly at the figure standing at the very front, Wugensheng.

Even the sacred tree knows who is leading this group.

The shadowy figure held a wine jug in his hand, stood slouching with an air of nonchalance, as if he were about to come over and put his arm around someone's shoulder, calling out "Brother Daoist" at any moment.

"It has no soul, only a shell."

Su Wuxian's voice was icy:

"This tree is humiliating them, and even more so, it's humiliating me."

"Senior brother, let's do it. Send them...back."

"it is good."

Zhang Zhiwei sighed, and golden light suddenly burst forth from his body.

"My apologies, brothers!"

"Back then, you lot didn't dare to lay a hand on me, but now you dare???"

boom!!

As Zhang Zhiwei released his aura, the thirty-six phantoms seemed to be stimulated and moved at the same time!

The first to rush forward was a phantom holding a talisman—Zheng Zibu.

He drew a blue talisman in the air with his finger, without needing cinnabar or yellow paper.

"The Heavenly Talisman - Five Thunder Talisman!"

Several bolts of lightning struck Zhang Zhiwei head-on.

"Zibu, I wonder which is stronger, your Heavenly Talisman or Old Lu's Heavenly Talisman? Let this old Daoist give it a try..."

Zhang Zhiwei stood still, letting the lightning strike the Golden Light Mantra without even a ripple.

He raised his hand and waved.

"Snapped!"

A golden whip lashed out, instantly shattering half of Zheng Zibu's illusion.

Immediately afterwards, several dark figures surrounded them.

Some used poison, some wielded knives, and others employed mechanical arts.

But in the face of "the ultimate peak," these thirty-six thieves who once stirred up the storm were like a group of children who had just learned to walk.