Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

A strange smile appeared on the face of the old monk Yuantong: "Nothing is impossible."

"Yes, your method of transforming stone monsters into spirits is indeed very different from the original work. Logically speaking, it is indeed impossible for anyone in the world to know the flaws of your method."

"But the poor monk just knows."

"Not only that, your temperament, your past and future, your opportunities, everything about you, this poor monk knows clearly."

"It can be said that the poor monk knows yourself better than you do."

Jun Wuchen felt chills all over his body. He looked into the eyes of old monk Yuantong as if he were looking at a devil.

How terrible!

How could anyone in this world know you better than you?

If this is true, doesn't it mean that he was destined to lose from the beginning when he faced old monk Yuantong?

Jun Wuchen didn’t want to believe it.

But the old monk Yuantong's eyes seemed to make him believe it.

"Who are you anyway?"

Jun Wuchen roared hysterically.

Zhao Mu, who was not far away, was also wondering about the same question.

He heard clearly what old monk Yuantong said to Jun Wuchen just now.

Zhao Mu didn't expect that Jun Wuchen, whom he met, had known the Lord of God in his early years, and the two of them had turned against each other because of a drop of the empress's blood.

Zhao Mu thought of the mysterious drop of blood that he had refined from the Divine Lord.

It is by relying on that drop of blood that the God Lord can avoid being imprisoned by the eternal heavenly chain.

Come to think of it, that drop of blood is the so-called blood of the Empress.

After the drop of blood was refined, it blended into the mysterious soul that seemed to be the soul of an immortal without any obstruction.

Now that I think about it, the owner of that mysterious soul should be the so-called empress, right?

Who does the empress refer to?

One of the four legendary local Da Luo Immortals?

Or the banished immortal from outside the world?

This question may be difficult to answer at present.

So Zhao Mu didn't plan to pay attention to it for the time being. Now he was more curious about the identity of the old monk Yuantong.

Why does this old monk know Jun Wuchen so well? Does he also have some magic weapon that is good at deduction, just like Hun Tianji?

At this time, all the Empress Qi and blood from Jun Wuchen's body seemed to have been drawn out and no longer spread outwards.

Old Monk Yuantong raised his hand and waved lightly, and the thin blood mist gathered together and condensed into a blood crystal the size of millet in his hand.

He held his hand and looked at Jun Wuchen: "The empress' energy and blood have been obtained, so you are useless. After extracting the life force of the poor monk for so many years, it's time for you to return it."

A powerful Buddha's light turned into a sharp sword and directly penetrated Jun Wuchen's chest, and then majestic vitality mixed with blood gushes out from it, all of which was inhaled by the old monk Yuantong.

I saw that the wounds and sores all over Old Monk Yuantong quickly recovered as before, and his thin body gradually became fuller.

Seeing that Jun Wuchen was about to be completely sucked out of his life and die, suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and pulled Jun Wuchen aside.

"What?"

Old monk Yuantong's expression changed wildly. How could anyone here save Jun Wuchen?

He turned his head suddenly and found that Zhao Mu, who was supposed to be imprisoned, was already standing beside him at some point.

And it was Zhao Mu who rescued Jun Wuchen.

"Impossible, how could you break free from the shackles of the poor monk's formation?"

Old Monk Yuantong retreated almost instinctively, and looked at Zhao Mu from a distance with vigilance.

Zhao Mu put Jun Wuchen on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I took action in time, otherwise you would have died."

"Why do you want to save me? I clearly wanted to kill you just now?" Jun Wuchen asked with a complicated expression.

Zhao Mu ignored it and instead looked up at Old Monk Yuantong.

"Who are you anyway?"

Old monk Yuantong asked again.

"Don't the old monk know about the poor Taoist Xuandu?" Zhao Mu said with a playful smile.

Old monk Yuantong couldn't laugh at all, but his eyes were full of fear and caution.

He is very aware of the power of his formation. It can be said that even if seven or eight quasi-gods are restrained at the same time, the opponent will never be able to break free.

But this Taoist from Xuandu managed to break free, and he broke free so silently that he didn't notice it at all.

This shows that even among the quasi-gods, Taoist Xuandu is the top being, able to compare with one to ten.

He couldn't compete with such a master.

Old Monk Yuantong took a deep breath: "It seems that you have been acting just now. With your strength, you can easily kill Jun Wuchen, but you still want to entangle with him."

"So, you have already seen through the poor monk's intention to make a profit?"

"No, with your strength, even if I join forces with Jun Wuchen, I won't be your enemy in ten moves, so there is no need for you to act with us."

"You just pretended to be bound by the monk's formation. What did you want to do?"

Zhao Mu smiled: "It's nothing, I just want to see what you want to get from Jun Wuchen?"

"In addition, when Pindao saw you in the cave before, he had already noticed that although you looked very miserable, there was not much vitality left in your body."

"But your strength has not actually declined."

"It stands to reason that the strength of normal living beings will be affected by their own vitality. If a large amount of vitality is extracted, their own strength should also drop significantly."

"But your strength is not affected. This shows that you are not an ordinary creature, or not a creature at all."

"So this poor monk also wants to see, what on earth are you?"

The old monk Yuantong's face became even more frightened. It was the first time he met someone who could easily see through him.

Swallowing his saliva, the old monk's mind raced, thinking about how to escape.

"Don't think about escaping. You can't escape from me. Just tell me what you are, okay?"

Zhao Mu stepped forward, and at the same time, a terrifying power soared into the sky, directly causing the formation covering the sky and the earth to turbulent.

Golden light beams swayed!

Buddhist scriptures flashed one by one!

It seemed that the next moment, the entire formation would collapse.

"Master?"

The old monk Yuantong's face changed wildly, and he was completely desperate.

He thought that Zhao Mu was a top master in the quasi-god realm, but he never thought that the other party would be a master.

Facing the former, he still had a chance to fight with the formation, and it was very likely that he would escape with his life.

But facing the latter, he knew very well that he had no chance of escaping at all.

Death was his only result.

"Damn it, how could there be a master in this Tongtian Mist?"

Old Monk Yuantong gritted his teeth and suddenly forcibly activated the formation: "Xuandu Taoist, since you are so aggressive, I will die with you today!"

Boom!

The formation vibrated violently and was directly detonated by Old Monk Yuantong.

At the same time, Old Monk Yuantong himself also activated the mana in his body and prepared to force himself to explode.

Zhao Mu shook his head: "Knowing that you can't fight, why bother with this effort?"

He raised his hand lightly, and infinite mysterious light burst out, directly turning into a huge palm, holding the power of the formation's self-explosion in his hand, and then slowly tightened it.

The terrifying power was actually forced back by him and condensed into an energy crystal.

And in the crystal, the terrified Old Monk Yuantong was sealed.