"Peach Garden?"
Little Meng was naturally familiar with the Peach Garden.
Back when he was watching Journey to the West, he had drooled over the Peach Garden. There were peaches that ripened every three thousand years, six thousand years and nine thousand years. After eating them, one could become an immortal and live as long as the heavens and earth.
Especially when the monkey was in charge of the Peach Garden. He froze the seven fairies and then … left the seven fairies behind to pick the peaches.
If it were me … I would have gone to eat the peaches too! Become an immortal and live as an immortal! Live as long as the heavens!
"This … is the Peach Garden?"
He looked around and saw a sea of blood.
The peach trees had withered branches and leaves and their bark was mottled. There were no leaves, no peach blossoms or peaches. They were all blood-red, like demon trees that had sucked in blood.
There was a dense peach forest in front of him, but it was a blood-red peach forest. The ground was even more horrifying, as if it had been soaked in blood for thousands of years!
Was this the Peach Garden or the Netherworld Sea of Blood?
Little Meng's heart tightened. He pressed down on his sword and saber and focused on sensing his surroundings.
The Peach Garden in front of him was definitely not the Immortal Palace of the past.
Just as he extended his senses, Little Meng felt as if he had fallen into a boundless sea of blood. The blood-red waves churned violently and the terrifying power seemed to crush everything in the world!
"So terrifying?"
Little Meng composed himself and pressed down on his sword and saber, not daring to relax for a moment.
"In the past, this was the Peach Garden. Now, this is the Death Demanding Garden. "
Gu Xiaosang's face was plain and her gaze was deep. She smiled at Little Meng and said, "Hubby, you must not turn back or stop later. You must not collect anything or you will be doomed eternally."
Can't turn back or stop? Don't collect anything?
Little Meng was shocked when he heard this. How did Demoness Gu know all this?
No matter how gentle and beautiful Demoness Gu was, Little Meng did not let down his guard for a moment. If Demoness Gu was trustworthy, all the martial arts heroes who had been killed by her would have died with grievances.
I must be careful later. I will do whatever she does. I must not be tricked by her.
"Why can't I turn back or stop?"
Little Meng asked expressionlessly.
Gu Xiaosang lowered her head and looked at Little Meng with a face full of resentment. "It's a long story and I can't explain it clearly. Could it be that my husband doesn't believe me? Do you want this concubine to die in front of you before you believe me? "
"Hehe!"
The corner of Little Meng's mouth twitched. He was speechless and could only chuckle.
If I really believed you, I wouldn't even know how I died.
"Husband, sooner or later, you will understand!"
Gu Xiaosang let out a long sigh, as if … she really did have some hidden bitterness. Her tone carried some helplessness.
Little Meng … ignored it.
Gu Xiaosang's acting skills had reached the highest level. She was so dedicated to her role as a maid.
"Follow me!"
Gu Xiaosang called out and stepped into the Peach Garden.
Without another word, Little Meng followed Gu Xiaosang into the Peach Garden.
Wherever he landed, he felt as if he had sunk into mud. Clearly, this piece of land had already been soaked in blood and turned into a bloody paste.
Little Meng raised his Lightness Skill, lightened his footsteps and moved forward quickly.
"Hmm?"
He had only taken a few steps when he felt a chill on his back. There was a sharp edge on his back, as if someone had launched a surprise attack from behind.
Little Meng was shocked and instinctively wanted to draw his sword and turn around.
"I can't turn back, I can't stop …"
At this moment, Little Meng suddenly remembered what Gu Xiaosang had said.
Did he believe her? Or did he not?
At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through Little Meng's mind.
"If there is an enemy, they won't just attack me. Gu Xiaosang must be a target as well. "
Gu Xiaosang, who was in front of him, was striding forward in her white boots as if she was taking a stroll in the park. She did not seem to sense any danger and had no intention of turning around to face the enemy.
"Demoness Gu would definitely not joke about her own life! Therefore, if she doesn't turn back, I won't turn back either. "
Little Meng took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around and draw his sword. He continued to move forward.
The attack from behind did not come.
This made Little Meng heave a sigh of relief, but he was still a little puzzled. "Demoness Gu was telling the truth?"
The attack from behind did not come, but the feeling of the sharp edge on his back was getting worse.
Every time he took a step forward, he had to resist the instinctive urge to turn around and face the enemy. It was unbearably painful.
Suddenly, there was the sound of something flying through the air behind him, as if someone was flying through the air and attacking him from behind.
The sharp sound of a sharp blade piercing through the air, the monstrous killing intent, and the icy chill seemed to have descended from the Nine Serenities.
Little Meng's hands, which were holding the sword and saber, trembled violently. He steadied his mind and resisted the instinctive urge to turn around and face the enemy with great difficulty.
"Eh? That is … "
Suddenly, a golden figure appeared in front of him. The vast aura was frightening.
A golden-armored heavenly soldier! A Dharmakaya master!
This figure made Little Meng almost stop in his tracks. Fortunately, he came to his senses in time. "I can't turn back, I can't stop." Only then did he stop his instinctive reaction and continue moving forward.
When he got closer, Little Meng realized that the golden-armored heavenly soldier was already dead.
But … his death was terrifying to the extreme.
"He turned around! Then … he died! "
Little Meng's hair stood on end when he saw the posture of the golden-armored heavenly soldier.
"He turned around, so he's dead?"
"A Dharmakaya master died when he turned around?"
"What's so strange about the peach garden?" "Why do the heavenly soldiers and heavenly generals not know that they can't turn around, but Gu Xiaosang knows?"
Little Meng was puzzled, but he did not stop moving forward.
The further he went, the thicker the blood became. The ground under his feet had become a blood-soaked swamp.
"Eh? He also died here? "
At this moment, Gu Xiaosang looked at the blood-colored soil in front of her and sighed softly. She did not stop moving forward.
"Who died here?"
Little Meng followed her gaze and saw a head not far from where the blood had seeped out of the soil.
The forehead was protruding, the ears were big, and the beard was white. The top of the head was cracked, and everything below the neck seemed to have turned into mud.
"He looks familiar. Where have I seen him before?"
Little Meng frowned slightly. He felt that he had seen this head somewhere before!
"The Longevity God."
Gu Xiaosang answered casually.
"The Longevity God?"
The legendary Longevity God, who was in charge of longevity and represented longevity, had actually died?
Little Meng did not stop moving. When he was about to step over the Longevity God's head, he suddenly saw a spot of blood on the forehead of the Longevity God.
"Pa!"
The Longevity God's head cracked open, revealing a blood-colored peach.
"A blood-colored peach? What's this? "
Little Meng's eyes narrowed. He felt that it was extremely strange and horrifying.
"Don't touch it!"
Gu Xiaosang reminded him. "Let's keep moving forward. We'll be out of the peach garden soon."
Little Meng nodded. He resisted the urge to see what was going on and ignored the blood-colored peach. He continued moving forward.
There was nothing strange in front of them. Soon, the two of them walked out of the peach garden.
"Phew … We're finally out!"
Little Meng let out a long sigh. "Can we turn back now?"
Swoosh!
At this moment, there was a sound of something breaking the air behind him. It seemed that something was coming toward Little Meng.
Gu Xiaosang did not answer. Can we turn back now?
After a moment of hesitation, a blood-colored light rushed out and landed on Little Meng's hand.
"Huh? A blood-colored peach? "
Under Little Meng's horrified gaze, the blood-colored peach instantly entered the "Thunder God's Mark" on the back of his hand and disappeared.
"This is …"
Little Meng was dumbfounded. "What did I do this time?"
…
The child is sick. I can only wait until midnight. Please wait for a few days. Sorry.
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