With a wave of his hand, Yan Guilai interrupted the other party, "Don't try to pressure me with your words. What right do you have to restrain me? Take me as an example. Even if I promise not to come again, can't others come? What right do I have to interfere with other people's decisions? "
You! Me! This …
Faced with Yan Guilai's words, the other party started to hesitate.
Indeed, they had made an agreement with Zhang San that he would not be allowed to come again. But what did this have to do with Li Si? What did this have to do with Wang Er Mazi? Why should they listen to Zhang San?
Looking at the nine ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirits, Yan Guilai laughed in his heart.
Although these nine ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirits had intelligence comparable to humans, their IQ and EQ were obviously not the same thing.
For the past ten thousand years, these nine ten-thousand-year-old ginseng spirits had only lived in the Hundred Herb Tower. They had not come into contact with the outside world and did not understand the deception of humans. Thus … no matter how intelligent they were, their EQ would definitely be limited.
If it were a human Venerable Emperor, it would be impossible for you to win against them verbally.
As the saying goes, they have eaten more salt than you have eaten rice. They have walked more bridges than you have walked on roads.
In fact, the number of people he has killed is more than the number of people you have ever seen.
Regardless of IQ or EQ, how could you compare to those ten-thousand-year-old monsters? How could you compare?
While thinking, Yan Guilai slowly walked towards the other party. He laughed and said, "I am already half a step away from becoming the Emperor. There is no point in absorbing the essence of the plants anymore. Otherwise, do you think you would still have the chance to stand here and talk to me?"
What! You …
Hearing Yan Guilai's words and seeing him approaching step by step, instantly … all the ginseng spirits retreated in fear.
Now, it was impossible for them to attack Yan Guilai.
After all, just today, they had personally seen six of their companions attack this human and die from the recoil.
What terrified them the most was that in the instant of the recoil, both space and time were suppressed. They wanted to lend a helping hand, but they were unable to do so. They could only watch as their companions were killed.
Therefore, even if a knife was placed against their necks, they would not dare to attack Yan Guilai.
The facts had proven that this human did not seem to have the ability to hurt them. He had killed their companions completely by relying on the recoil.
Yan Guilai couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the nine Emperor's being forced back by him.
In fact, as long as the other party arranged the order and attacked him one after another, Yan Guilai would only be able to kill two or three ten thousand year old ginseng spirits at most. In the end, Yan Guilai would definitely be killed on the spot, and he wouldn't even be able to escape.
However, it was obvious that the other party didn't know this information. Therefore … even though the other party had the advantage in numbers and each of them had the strength of an Emperor, no one dared to attack him.
As he moved forward, Yan Guilai glared coldly at the nine ten thousand year old ginseng spirits. Then, he leaped up, stepped on the branches of the Ancient Sky-reaching Tree, and rushed toward the ninth level.
Watching Yan Guilai disappear from the Ancient Sky-reaching Tree, the nine ten thousand year old ginseng spirits couldn't help but smile bitterly.
They had no choice. Without knowing Yan Guilai's actual strength, no one dared to attack Yan Guilai.
Although they had guessed that this recoil ability couldn't be used indefinitely, the problem now was who would attack first and who would be the cannon fodder?
Even though they knew that by sacrificing a few cannon fodders, they would definitely be able to defeat Yan Guilai, the problem was that no one wanted to be cannon fodder, and no one wanted to die. Therefore, no one was willing to step forward.
Simply put, these nine ten thousand year old ginseng spirits had lost a leader, a great hero who was willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for the safety of his tribe!
Without a doubt, these nine ten thousand year old ginseng spirits were very smart. However, it was precisely because they were too smart that they couldn't come up with a solution.
Putting aside the awkwardness of the nine ten thousand year old ginseng spirits, on the other side … Yan Guilai kept moving forward and finally reached the ninth level of the Primordial Pagoda, which was also the highest level.
The Primordial Pagoda was just a name humans gave to this huge pagoda. In fact … from what the nine ten thousand year old ginseng spirits had told him, this huge pagoda was actually called the Hundred Herb Floor!
All the way to the ninth floor of the White Grass Storehouse, Yan Gui originally thought that this floor should be the same as the previous eight floors.
However, contrary to Yan Guilai's expectations, this ninth level was completely different from the previous eight levels.
First of all, this ninth level couldn't be considered a world. At most, it could be considered a space.
Looking around, the ninth level of the White Grass Floor was only a hemispherical space with a diameter of about a hundred meters.
The sky was like a dome, and the sky was dotted with stars …
Under the cover of night, in the center of this space was a tall white jade altar. On the altar, a small nine-colored deer was lying there, seemingly in a deep sleep.
Frowning, Yan Guilai walked over to the nine-colored deer's side.
Squatting down, Yan Guilai looked carefully. The nine-colored deer didn't seem to have a physical body. Instead, it was condensed from nine different colored mists.
As he observed, the nine-colored deer seemed to sense Yan Guilai's arrival and slowly opened its eyes.
In an instant, a pair of dreamy eyes filled with rich emotions appeared in front of Yan Guilai. Facing these two eyes, Yan Guilai felt as if his heart had been seen through.
The nine-colored deer's dreamy eyes scanned Yan Guilai from top to bottom, from head to toe.
In the next instant, something that shocked Yan Guilai happened. As Yan Guilai watched, the nine-colored deer raised its head and stuck out its red tongue. It licked Yan Guilai's face affectionately.
While Yan Guilai was still in shock, the nine-colored deer spoke gently. "Your heart is incomparably pure. You have true love and compassion for the common people. I am willing to travel with you."
As it spoke, the nine-colored deer opened its mouth and spat out a pagoda-shaped imprint that instantly imprinted itself on Yan Guilai's forehead.
Hold on! You are …
Yan Guilai couldn't help but smile bitterly at the nine-colored deer's baffling actions. He hadn't said anything about subduing this nine-colored deer. How could this fellow act on its own accord?
When it saw Yan Guilai's stunned expression, the nine-colored deer said with a smile, "I am the artifact spirit of the Hundred Herb Floors. I am in charge of all nine levels of the Hundred Herb Floors. I am very pleased to meet you."
Yan Guilai frowned and forced a smile. "I only came here because I was curious about what was inside. I didn't think …"
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