Crazy criticism of villains: She is good at attracting hatred

"You guys, do you know that immortal incarnation...?"

Ye Xiao looked at Jin Peng with surprise, as he looked a little embarrassed.

Then he immediately understood what that expression meant.

Jin Peng must have accidentally come into contact with the incarnation of the immortal at some point.

I guess it was after seeing the other party that he was frightened by the terrifying aura and began to think that it was impossible to defeat the other party.

Yes, even if the one in this world is just an incarnation left by the immortal in the lower world, it is still a real "immortal".

Although Ye Xiao was immersed in refining equipment, he was also a Mahayana cultivator after all, so he could still make a clear distinction between the strength of a tribulation-crossing cultivator and an immortal.

It would be bad if Gu Gugu and his group lost their lives because of my slip of the tongue.

As for the Xianyuan issue, let’s find a way elsewhere.

Ye Xiao forced himself to suppress the desire to forge a flying sword immediately and forced a smile.

"Gu Gugu, just pretend you didn't hear what I just said."

"I'm sorry for saying something as outrageous as asking you to find the immortal incarnation."

Outrageous?

The moment they heard this word, a look of confusion appeared on everyone's face.

Is there anything outrageous about what Night Owl just said?

Why didn't they notice?

Ye Xiao didn't understand the expressions on their faces for a moment. He was about to ask when Gu Gugu, who had been leaning against the coffee table, suddenly raised his empty left hand.

"Ok?"

Just when Ye Xiao didn’t know what Gu Gugu was going to do next.

Gu Gugu stretched out his hand towards the empty space on the left.

"Buzz~"

As a strange sound was heard, ripples suddenly appeared in the space.

And Gu Gugu's hand just stretched into the space...

.......

A million miles away from Gu Gugu and his group, there was a mountain that towered into the clouds. Its shape was like a scabbard that was tens of thousands of feet high. It stood between heaven and earth, splitting the entire world in half.

Although it is called a mountain, there is not a single rock on the peak. If you look closely, you can find that every "rock" piled up to form the mountain is actually an extremely rare mineral.

At this time, such minerals were actually treated as common building materials and accumulated into a mountain!

This shows how wealthy the owner of this place is.

However, although this mountain is spectacular, on normal days, no living creatures are allowed to exist within a thousand miles of it.

The cultivators in this world all use the word "Immortal Mountain" to refer to this place that fills them with awe.

However, the fairy mountain, which was once quiet, is exceptionally lively today.

A team consisting of about a thousand monks was now carefully flying towards the sacred mountain.

Every cultivator in the team has a cultivation level above the middle stage of the fusion stage, and there are even quite a few in the Mahayana stage among them.

But no matter how high or low their cultivation level was, they all lowered their heads at this moment, not daring to look up and look directly at the fairy mountain.

"Hurry up! You have delayed the once-a-century tribute ceremony. The Immortal Lord will not forgive you!"

At the front of the team, a monk who looked like a boy was frowning and expressing his dissatisfaction.

The boy's cultivation level has only just reached the threshold of refining emptiness.

Any monk in the team could easily turn him into ashes.

This is how it should be, but the strange thing is that after hearing the boy's urging, no monk in the team dared to resist.

Although there was anger in their eyes, they still lowered their heads and walked towards the "Fairy Mountain" at the urging of each other.

Soon, the monks arrived at the entrance of the fairy mountain.

It is called an entrance, but in fact it is just a low door less than half a person's height.

All cultivators who want to enter the fairy mountain must crawl on their stomachs and enter through this small door.

It’s not that there are no other normal entrances to the fairy mountain, but it’s better to say that normal entrances account for the majority.

However, the monks who came here to "pay tribute" could only enter through this entrance which they called the "dog hole" to show their respect to the "Immortal Lord".

The cultivators present are basically the leaders of a family in this vast world.

Forcing these monks, who were almost influential figures in their area, to crawl through a dog hole was undoubtedly a great humiliation to them.

However, no one dared to resist.

Because all the monks who resisted died.

Even a cultivator in the Mahayana stage would be reduced to ashes in the blink of an eye.

From then on, the fear of the "Immortal Lord" overcame the hatred towards the "Immortal Lord".

Even though the "tribute" every hundred years requires giving away 70% of the family's income, these family leaders dare not resist in the slightest.

As the practitioners entered one after another through the "dog hole", they soon arrived at the hall where the tribute was offered.

On the left and right sides of the hall stand dozens of huge pillars carved with dragons and phoenixes. Needless to say, the materials of these pillars are extremely rare materials that would make even Mahayana monks scramble for them in the outside world.

And just in front of these stone pillars, in the center of the main hall, there was a "human figure" sitting.

It is actually a bit of an exaggeration to call it a human figure, because although the other party has a human body, its head is a huge deer head.

Unlike the blood deer that Gu Gugu and the others had encountered before, the creature with a deer head and a human body in front of them was not translucent blood-colored, but was flashing with real light like a mineral.

Obviously, the blood deer in front of him, which had separated from its original body, had embarked on a completely different path of cultivation from the blood deer in the fairyland.

Judging from the light on his body, he must have refined countless rare minerals into his body.

This situation is not uncommon among incarnations that have developed self-awareness. Once out of the control of the original body, most incarnations will embark on a different path of cultivation from the original body.

"We are waiting to see the Immortal Lord."

As a uniform voice sounded, thousands of monks knelt on the ground and bowed their heads to the blood deer.

The Blood Deer looked around at the monks below like an emperor and said expressionlessly.

"The tribute begins immediately."

Hearing what Xuelu said, the boy standing beside him immediately repeated it loudly.

"The tribute begins!"

After hearing this loud shout, the thousands of monks below remained kneeling, each holding a storage ring in both hands and raising it high above their heads.

"Please check it out, Immortal Venerable."

There was no special expression on Xuelu's face, still with the same condescending expression as before.

He casually tapped the storage ring presented by one of the monks, and the storage ring immediately flew into his hand.

The blood deer's spiritual sense probed slightly, and then threw the storage ring to the boy beside him for storage.

When the monk saw that the items he presented were qualified, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and even his body became a little limp.

Although he hated the blood deer very much, he did not dare to have any evil thoughts about the tribute every hundred years.

Because he knew clearly what would happen if he dared to be sneaky.

The dedication ceremony was held normally, but halfway through it, Xuelu frowned slightly.

He raised a storage ring in his hand and asked in a cold voice.

"Hankuang Clan, why is it that what you handed over this time is so much less than a hundred years ago?"

Hearing what Xuelu said, an old man with a hunched back trembled slightly, and then spoke in fear and trepidation.

"Immortal Venerable, in the past hundred years, the only Mahayana cultivator of the Hankuang clan has died, and the entire clan is in the midst of internal and external troubles."

"What we have handed over this time is already 90% of the profits of the past hundred years. Only 10% will be kept to maintain the livelihood of the clan. When we make the next gift, our clan will definitely make up for the shortfall this time. Thank you, Immortal..."

But before the old man could finish his words, the blood deer snapped his fingers.

Then, a silver light flashed, and the old man's body instantly exploded into countless blood mist, and even his Nascent Soul was covered with cracks.

The old man's Nascent Soul stood there in a daze, as if he didn't understand what was going on.

Until the moment before his Nascent Soul was about to dissipate, his emotions that had been suppressed for ten thousand years finally erupted.

"Xuelu, you beast must die! You will definitely be punished..."

Before he could even utter the word "should", his Nascent Soul could no longer be maintained. Instead, it turned into countless points of light with a heart full of resentment and dissipated into the void...