Asking about longevity

As soon as the golden body of the Dharma Appearance appeared, its spiritual power flowed across the sky, its aura was immeasurable, and its empty face showed neither sadness nor joy. The golden body pointed towards the frightened Holy Son with a finger.

With one finger, the power is astonishing.

The face of the Holy Son was distorted by the force, his limbs were gradually broken, and his flesh and blood gradually became blurred.

But in just a moment, it was intact again.

Between his eyebrows, the blood mark lit up, emitting a deep and dark luster.

At the same time, a huge bloody figure appeared behind the Holy Son.

This figure looked like a bloody man soaked in dirty blood. His energy and blood were boiling, his soul was taken away from him, and his force was terrifying.

This is a bloody statue!

It is the blood shadow of the Demonic Patriarch.

It’s also a talisman!

It is similar to the "Born Immortality Talisman", a powerful life-saving talisman!

Bai Zisheng took advantage of the Holy Son's unpreparedness and sneakily approached, then shattered his own longevity talisman and triggered the Golden Body Dharma, hoping to completely kill the Demonic Holy Son!

But with a finger of Dharma, the life of the Holy Son hangs by a thread.

The life-saving talisman on the Holy Son's forehead was also forced to activate, competing with the golden body method and protecting his life.

One "life" is exchanged for another "life".

One talisman breaks into another.

Dali Mountain.

The golden body of the righteous path and the blood-colored dharma of the demonic path touch each other in the palms of their hands, and the sky collapses and the earth breaks apart.

Golden and bloody spiritual power swept across the world.

The mountain peaks collapsed, the grass and trees were uprooted, the earth and rocks turned into powder, and the monsters were affected and crushed into ashes.

Bai Zixi still stood in front of Mo Hua.

The remaining power of the longevity talisman followed Bai Zixi's wishes and protected Mo Hua and Aunt Xue not far away.

The ink paintings were not affected.

He stood in shock, looking at the two Dharma images, feeling inexplicably shocked.

"This is...a real monk..."

"Moving mountains and seas, destroying heaven and earth..."

"This is the true cultivation level that reaches heaven and earth..."

"Dongxu Realm..."

There was both shock and longing in Mo Hua's eyes, and he couldn't help but hold his little hand.

One day, he will also have the power to turn the world around.

Turn your hands to cover the sky, turn your hands to level the ground!

By then, no one will dare to plot against their master, and no one will dare to bully their junior brothers and sisters! No one dares to hurt the people they cherish anymore!

…

The confrontation between the Dharma and the Dharma was only for a moment, but it was earth-shattering.

After a while, the thunderclouds in the sky went away and came back again.

The catastrophe comes again.

The scarlet tribulation thunder came down in a shocking manner, seeming to be filled with cold fury, wiping out the golden body of the righteous path and the blood-colored dharma of the demonic path together!

Everything is calm again...

…

But before that, when the longevity talisman was broken for the first time.

The secret of this place has been stirred up.

The blockade of the Heavenly Secret Lock of the Underworld was wiped out by the Tribulation Thunder, and the Heavenly Secret was leaked. The cause and effect can be known.

The huge spiritual power fluctuations generated by the Golden Body Dharma also spread outward from Dali Mountain, causing the monks to be shocked.

Thousands of miles away from Yuancheng.

A middle-aged monk in white robes felt the shattering of the first longevity talisman, and also felt the fluctuation of the Dharma in the Cave Void Realm. His heart trembled, and he accidentally crushed the tea cup in his hand.

"My destiny...the Talisman of Immortality?"

"Broken... Broken?!"

Even though he was a late-stage Jindan cultivator and had been in a high position for two hundred years, no matter how deep the city was, his face instantly turned pale.

He is the head of the Tao Ting Division in Liyuan City.

Liyuan City is the largest fairy city in the entire Dali Mountain State.

The Dao Tingsi in Liyuan City is also the largest Dao Tingsi in the entire Dali Mountain State, with the most monks and the highest authority.

As the boss, he is responsible for the safety of the entire Dali Mountain State.

With the greatest power comes the greatest responsibility.

But now, at this moment, while drinking tea, without any warning, he felt the fluctuation of Dongxu Dharma.

And, a talisman of longevity was broken...

The white-robed monk felt cold in his heart and felt bitter in his mouth.

"Which family's little ancestor is this? He went to Dali Mountain to play, and even broke his own longevity charm..."

The natal longevity talisman... is that an ordinary talisman?

Can someone from an ordinary family be able to plant a talisman of longevity?

Can those who can be planted with the longevity talisman be ordinary disciples?

If there is no life or death crisis, can the talisman of longevity be broken?

What does this mean?

It shows that the public security in the border area of ​​Dalishan is very problematic!

If anything goes wrong, he, the state boundary chief, will definitely be blamed!

The black iron bump on my forehead is either a pot or a pot!

Those big aristocratic families will not listen to your explanation. Someone has to bear the blame, and someone has to bear the anger.

This is just that the longevity talisman is broken.

What if this little ancestor who was planted with the longevity talisman has another problem...

The white-robed monk turned pale, stood up immediately, and said sternly:

"Somebody come!"

A chief executive came in, cupped his hands and asked, "What are your orders, chief executive?"

The white-robed monk looked at the direction of the spiritual power fluctuations and compared it with the pattern of the Dali Mountain state boundary. He calculated in his mind and it took him a long time to think of a name:

Lishancheng...

"Submon the Lishan City Daoting Secretary and ask what happened over there?"

"yes."

The chief executive took the order and walked away. After a cup of tea, he came back and said with a solemn expression:

"Sir, there is no reply from Lishan City..."

The white-robed monk frowned, "No reply?"

He became angry and cursed: "Neglect of duty? Such negligence and slackness, actually..."

The white-robed monk was suddenly startled, and his heart felt slightly cold.

no reply……

No reply, or... no one can reply?

Daotingsi in Lishan City will not encounter any accidents...

Under the Taoist court, it is impossible for the world to be clear...

Who could have such courage?

The white-robed monk's face was as dark as water, and then he ordered:

"Send the order, within one stick of incense, within Liyuan City, all the deputy chiefs and chief executives of the Golden Core Stage will come to see me!"

"Everyone! No one can make any excuses!"

"With a stick of incense, whoever dares not to come will get out of Daotingsi immediately!"

The executive secretary was shocked when he heard this, knowing that this matter must be no small matter.

This was the first time he saw the headmaster, who showed no emotion or anger, showing such a stern expression.

The executive officer immediately issued the order.

In just one stick of incense, all the Jindan monks in the Liyuan City Daoting Division gathered in front of the white-robed monk.

Their expressions were solemn and mixed with confusion.

"Sir, what happened?"

The white-robed monk waved his hand, "Set off with me immediately to Lishan City!"

"Are they all going?" A deputy director was startled.

The white-robed monk thought for a moment, then casually ordered a golden elixir monk, "You stay and sit guard, everyone else will go."

Everyone looked at each other.

The deputy boss still couldn't help but ask: "Sir, what happened?"

The white-robed monk was upset, but seeing everyone's confused expressions, he still said concisely:

"One of the longevity talismans is broken, let's go take a look."

"The Talisman of Immortality?!"

Everyone was shocked and talked about it:

"What it is?"

"talisman?"

"Is it that important?"

"Is it worth such a huge effort?"

…

The white-robed monk paused, speechless.

After all, Liyuan City is still relatively remote. Although these Jindan monks have good backgrounds, most of them are from small aristocratic families and small sects, and they don't know much about this truly great inheritance.

"Sir, are you making a fuss out of a molehill?" Someone said in a tactful tone.

How big a thing is a talisman that can cause all the Dao Tingsi, the largest Dao Tingsi, and all the top golden elixir monks in the entire Dali Mountain State to be mobilized?

The deputy director also didn’t understand and said:

"Sir, is this longevity talisman so important?"

The white-robed monk was so angry that he could only grit his teeth and say bitterly:

"You know nothing!"

"I can only tell you that a talisman of longevity is more expensive than my life! It's more expensive! It's heavier!!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone's expression changed.

Only then did they realize that this matter might be much more serious than they thought.

"Stop talking nonsense!" the white-robed monk sternly said, "Put on your Taoist robes, bring your magic weapons, prepare all the elixirs, and set off now!"

"yes!"

Everyone looked solemn and said in a deep voice.

The white-robed monk nodded. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly felt something aura, his heart palpitated, and his eyes widened in horror.

The deputy director hesitated, pointed into the distance, and said nonchalantly:

"Sir, the Talisman of Immortality is broken. Is that what it looks like..."

The white-robed monk suddenly turned around and after just one glance, his legs became weak and he almost stopped standing.

The golden light fills the sky in the distance, and the aura is terrifying.

"Another... broken one?"

No, not just...

The white-robed monk looked intently.

In the distance, there is a golden light and a red light on the horizon.

Although they are far apart and can't see clearly, these strong auras are clearly... two Dharma images?

And among them, that blood shadow... is the Demon Dao Cave? !

Demonic...

Talisman of immortality? !

In a short period of time, two natal longevity talismans were broken, and there was also a demonic immortality talisman?

"What...what happened?"

The white-robed monk looked horrified.

…

And further away, Daozhou, the Central Daoting.

Tianshu Pavilion.

Ge Laozheng and Jian Zheng are playing chess.

Mr. Ge's hair is all white, his face is old, but his eyes are deep. Jian Zheng's hair is half white, his face is like a jade, and his eyes are humble.

The two of them alternate moves.

After a while, anxious footsteps came from outside the door.

A Tianshu Pavilion disciple hurriedly ran to the door, stopped abruptly, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and knocked respectfully.

Mr. Ge turned a blind eye and continued to play chess.

The disciples outside the door were anxious, but they could only wait respectfully.

The supervisor couldn't stand it any longer, so he whispered: "Mr. Ge..."

Only then did Mr. Ge come back to his senses, sighed slightly, looked away from the chessboard, and said slowly: "Come in."

When the disciple heard Lunyin, although he was eager, he still walked through the door gently without making any sound.

He bent down, presented a jade slip to Mr. Ge, and said respectfully:

"Mr. Ge, I figured it out. At the boundary of Lishan State, Lishan City, the third level..."

"Um."

The elder nodded slightly, but had no other instructions.

The disciple was at a loss for what to do.

Jian Zheng had no choice but to shake his head, took the jade slip and said to the disciple:

"Mr. Ge knows, please pass on the message. This matter has been planned for a long time. There are already rules and regulations. Just do what you need to do..."

The disciple breathed a sigh of relief and respectfully excused himself.

Jian Zheng hesitated for a moment, looked at the contents of the jade slip in his hand, and was slightly moved, "Underworld Secret Lock..."

"The blood banner seals the city, and the magic sword hangs on one's life?"

"The Talisman of Immortality... is broken..."

"The Talisman of Immortality...the Holy Son of the Demonic Way?"

…

Jian Zheng was muttering silently, his expression changed, and he couldn't help shouting, "Mr. Ge..."

"Yeah." Mr. Ge replied calmly.

Jian Zheng glanced at Elder Ge with surprise in his eyes, "Have you known this for a long time?"

Mr. Ge stared at the chessboard wholeheartedly, without moving his eyes or answering.

Jian Zheng said carefully:

"Shangguan Family, Yun Family, Daoxuan Sect... I asked you to do calculations a few days ago. Are you trying to fool them by saying you can't do the calculations?"

"Have you... known about Lishan City for a long time?"

"you……"

Mr. Ge raised his head and said displeasedly: "Why don't you concentrate on playing chess?"

The prisoner paused for a moment and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

The winds and clouds are surging, and the magical opportunities are ups and downs.

Is it time to play chess now...

Mr. Ge shook his head and sighed: "You can't do this. You are restless and unsure. You will never make any progress in playing chess in your life..."

Jian Zheng silently looked at the chessboard.

On the chessboard, most of Ge Lao's chess pieces had been "eaten" by him.

That's why he took Mr. Ge's face into consideration and couldn't bear to do anything, so he gave Mr. Ge a lot of money.

Although saying this is not very respectful.

But as we all know, the elder of Tianshu Pavilion is known far and wide as a "stinky chess basket".

Now Ge Lao says that he "will never make any progress in playing chess in his life." He is somewhat true. I don't know what to say...

Jian Zhengxin was a little tired, but he still asked helplessly: "Are you not in a hurry at all?"

"What's the hurry?" Mr. Ge looked indifferent.

"Of course...Daoxuanmen and the others..."

A chill suddenly flashed through Mr. Ge's old eyes.

"Are you in a hurry to let them die?"

Jian Zheng was startled, and his eyes gradually became serious, "Did you figure something out?"

Mr. Ge completely lost interest in playing chess. He dropped a piece and "gave away" all his chess pieces. He said coldly:

"It doesn't count, it's for their own good."

"If it doesn't count, they won't die."

"The slower they calculate, the slower they will die."

Mr. Ge's words are profound.

Jian Zheng's eyes sternly asked, "Is it really so dangerous?"

The elder Ge was noncommittal.

Jian Zheng asked in confusion: "Have you told the Shangguan family and the Daoxuanmen about this?"

"Nothing wrong..."

Mr. Ge shook his head. He fiddled with the chess pieces on the chessboard boredly, "I told them, but they didn't believe it. They probably thought I was alarmist and thought I had other agendas, so they would blame me instead."

"So I can delay it as long as I can..."

Mr. Ge sighed, "I'm old and confused. How can I still calculate so quickly and accurately?"

"Then they..."

"Life and death are determined by fate, let nature take its course." Mr. Ge said calmly, then looked at Jian Zheng and said slowly, "Before a moth flies into the flame, you will not think that you will die."

"Can you stop a moth from fluttering into a flame?"

Jian Zheng frowned, "Is this matter really so dangerous?"

Elder Ge silently took back the chess pieces and returned the chessboard to its place, "Not everyone can play chess, and not everyone can play this game..."

Jian Zheng looked solemnly and nodded.

What Mr. Ge means is that this matter affects the secrets of the world, and the relationship is too great, so don't get involved in this muddy water easily.

But Jian Zheng also vaguely felt that the double entendre of Mr. Ge's words also meant something about himself.

She despises herself for not being worthy of playing chess with him.

It's obvious that you, Mr. Mingming Pavilion, are not good at chess...

Jian Zheng shook his head, pondered for a moment, and then said: "There are countless capable people in Daoting, and there are many geniuses. There is no way..."

"genius?"

Mr. Ge's eyes were slightly cold, "What is a genius?"

These words stopped Jian Zheng from questioning.

He wanted to say, "Excellent spiritual roots, extremely intelligent, gifted, and amazingly talented," but when the words came to his lips, he felt that they were too simple.

This obviously cannot be the meaning of the old saying.

Mr. Ge didn't seem to want to answer. He just looked far away and sighed softly:

"Seizing the world's profits and seeking personal gain, no matter how talented you are, what's the point?"

"The more 'geniuses' there are, the more corrupt the Taoist court will be, and the more the cultivation world will collapse..."

The supervisor was puzzled, but the elder Ge said no more.

There was a moment of silence in the attic.

The supervisor thought for a while and asked: "Mr. Ge, the student still doesn't understand. What's the danger if you really wade into this muddy water?"

Mr. Ge's eyes were obscure and he asked: "Who are we plotting against?"

Jian Zheng hesitated and said, "Mr. Zhuang?"

"Do you think this boy named Zhuang is so calculating?"

Jian Zheng was startled, and frowned again: "Even if he was extraordinary back then, now after so many years, his Dao foundation is broken, can he still be so troublesome?"

Mr. Ge sneered, "His time has come, he has exhausted all his plans, and there is no way to make a comeback. Otherwise, he will never be at the end of his rope, and..."

A trace of solemnity flashed in Elder Ge's eyes.

"The most terrifying thing is actually not him, but his senior brother..."

Jian Zheng's heart trembled, "You mean, Wei..."

Jian Zheng endured it, but still did not say the name, and then he shook his head again, "It's just a demon planted in the heart of the Tao, it's not a top-level demon inheritance..."

Mr. Ge glanced at him and said, "Whenever, if you stop talking big words, I can worry less."

Jian Zheng was a little embarrassed.

Mr. Ge sighed, as if remembering the past, with a hint of fear hidden in his deep eyes:

"They are all monsters."

"This boy named Zhuang is, and so is his senior brother."

"One thought, two methods, the secret of heaven..."

"Compared to 'calculating', you can't calculate with this boy named Zhuang. If it's 'playing', you can't even play with his senior brother."

"You are plotting against the boy named Zhuang. He cares about his feelings and will not kill him..."

"But his senior brother is not so easy to talk to..."

"If we really encounter one, there is a high probability that they will all be killed..."

Mr. Ge's eyes were dim.

Jian Zheng's expression gradually became serious...

…

Dali Mountain.

After the catastrophe, the golden light and the bloody light dissipated together.

The Holy Son looked unbelievable:

"My immortal amulet...is broken?!"

That kid surnamed Bai, exchanged one "life" for another "life" and forcibly canceled my destiny talisman? !

Who the hell are these people?

Is this how your mother used the natal longevity talisman?

This is the Talisman of Immortality!

It’s a life!

The Holy Son was so angry that a mouthful of blood clogged his throat. He couldn't spit it out, and he couldn't swallow it.

The mountains and forests were overturned, and everything was in chaos.

Bai Zisheng felt very regretful when he saw that he had not killed the Holy Son.

Only then did he realize that this bullshit Holy Son also had life-saving things like the "talisman of longevity".

But everyone is the same, no loss, no gain.

Bai Zisheng returned to Mo Hua and Bai Zixi.

The Holy Son looked at the three of them viciously, and his anger surged, "Damn it! Break my 'immortal talisman' and I won't let you go!"

Bai Zisheng snorted coldly, "You're already dead, what can you do to us?"

Bai Zixi's longevity talisman was broken into pieces, and the golden body was revealed, killing five golden elixir demon cultivators.

Bai Zisheng activated the Talisman of Immortality. Although he didn't intentionally kill him, the spiritual power of the magic spell was so powerful that the golden elixir demon cultivators swept away were either dead or disabled.

The few remaining demon cultivators were affected by the Holy Son's own "immortal talisman" and lost their lives.

More than ten golden elixir demon cultivators have been almost wiped out.

There were two or three left, lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.

When Bai Zisheng got close to the Holy Son, he found that the spiritual power fluctuations he sent out were only in the late stage of foundation building and were not as strong as the golden elixir.

Without the demonic bastard, what could he do if he was left alone as a holy son?

Therefore, Bai Zisheng was not afraid and even wanted to scold the Holy Son a few more times.

But Mo Hua immediately said: "Let's go!"

Bai Zisheng was startled for a moment, and then he realized that now was indeed not the time to be quick-tongued.

Bai Zixi also nodded.

The three of them looked at each other, and just as they were about to leave, they heard the Holy Son sneer in their ears:

"Want to leave? Can you leave?"

Before the Holy Son finished speaking, the atmosphere in the forest suddenly changed.

Waves of powerful demonic energy suddenly descended and fell around the Holy Son.

The demonic energy dissipated, revealing various demonic cultivators with ferocious eyes.

Moreover, surprisingly they are all golden elixir demon cultivators!

They were wearing the same bloody robes, as if they were members of the same demon sect.

The leader was an old demon who was in the late stage of Jindan cultivation. His face was wrinkled and his body was hunched over. He saluted the Holy Son and said:

"Old slave, my rescue came too late. Please forgive me, Holy Son!"

Dali Mountain was blocked by demon cultivators.

The huge movement of the Dharma just now also attracted reinforcements from the demon cultivators.

More than twenty golden elixir demon cultivators stood behind the Holy Son, only looking at him.

The Holy Son laughed ferociously, then looked indifferently, looking at Mo Hua and others:

"None of you can leave today!"

"Broken my immortal talisman, I will make you pay the price!"

The Holy Son glanced at Bai Zisheng and Bai Zixi, and sneered: "I gave you the Bai family's face before and let you go, but you insist on overestimating your capabilities and going against me..."

"Now your longevity charms are all broken. Without the ability to protect yourself, you are all fish on my sword!"

"I see you, how can you escape?"

There was anger, jealousy, and a hint of hidden greed in his eyes.

All the demons looked ferocious and looked at them with eager eyes.

Aunt Xue gritted her teeth and protected the three children behind her.

But her figure was extremely thin, and her beautiful eyes could not hide the despair.

In front of the golden elixir demon cultivator, Mo Hua also pursed his lips tightly, feeling deeply powerless.

The disparity in cultivation is too great!

He frowned tightly, and while he was thinking hard, he suddenly froze, slowly turned his head, and looked towards the west intersection, his eyes trembled, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Bai Zixi noticed something strange in the ink painting and turned around to look, but the intersection was empty and desolate, with nothing there.

When the Holy Son saw this, he sneered. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the old devil in blood robe behind him reminding him with a solemn expression:

"Holy Son, someone is coming..."

The Holy Son looked solemn and his eyes were gloomy.

There was dead silence.

After several more breaths, the other golden elixir demon cultivators realized something was wrong and turned their heads to look at the intersection to the west.

The intersection was deserted.

Not long after, there was the sound of footsteps. The sound was heavy and then soft, and the footsteps seemed to be deeper and shallower.

A figure gradually appeared at the intersection.

He was sloppy, stained with mud, dirty, his face was stiff, and he was wearing an ill-fitting robe that looked like it had been ripped off from a dead person!

This chapter has 6,000 words. Rounding it up, it’s roughly equal to the number of updates I’ve added, hehe~