Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The huge palm grabbed the energy crystal and placed it on the island.

This crystal seems to be very stable, but in fact it is extremely violent inside. As long as Zhao Mu lets go of its restraints, it will explode immediately.

Zhao Mu released his spiritual thoughts and slowly explored the old monk Yuantong inside the crystal.

As soon as the spiritual thoughts entered his body, Zhao Mu discovered that the old monk was indeed not a living being.

This old monk seems to be made of flesh and blood, with internal organs and other organs, and seems to be no different from a real person.

But Zhao Mu's spiritual thought discovered that the old monk's flesh and blood was covered with countless black threads that were too thin to be detected.

These threads are so thin that if Zhao Mu's spiritual thoughts were not powerful enough, he would not be able to detect them.

Countless silk threads formed a dense network, covering every inch of flesh and blood in the old monk Yuantong's body, and also controlled the old monk's body movements.

"puppet?"

Zhao Mu raised his eyebrows slightly: "So this old monk is actually a puppet clone? Then who is the man behind him?"

At this moment, the countless black threads in Old Monk Yuantong's body suddenly flashed with a faint white light, and then the countless threads began to drag the flesh and blood.

I saw that the flesh and blood in the old monk's body began to change positions. Some flesh and blood were slightly sunken, while others protruded upward.

As the position of flesh and blood changed, Old Monk Yuantong's outer skin, facial features, body shape, etc. also began to change.

There were even some black threads that drilled out from the old monk's bald head and turned into a head of black hair.

In the blink of an eye, the appearance of old monk Yuantong changed drastically and he became an ordinary-looking middle-aged man.

Looking at this man's appearance, Zhao Mu's face was filled with astonishment, because he knew him.

wrong!

It shouldn't be said that he knows him, but that Old Man Qingyun knows him.

The middle-aged man that Old Monk Yuantong transformed into was exactly the same as the image of Dan Lingzi recorded in Old Man Qingyun's Huanguang Jade Slip.

Old monk Yuantong is Dan Lingzi?

After all, Zhao Mu never expected that he would see Dan Lingzi in this way.

Just when Zhao Mu was shocked.

Suddenly, the countless threads in Old Monk Yuantong's body changed again.

Among the densely packed black silk threads, some of them shone brightly, suddenly brightening several times, which was obviously different from other threads.

And those silk threads that shine brighter are intertwined with each other, forming a large air-cutting and moving formation.

"Want to run?"

Zhao Mu frowned slightly, and the powerful mana penetrated directly into the energy crystal, trying to further seal the body of the old monk Yuantong.

But it happened unexpectedly.

The large air-cutting moving formation composed of those silk threads did not forcibly move the old monk Yuantong away, because the moving target of the formation was not the old monk at all, but...

A blood crystal as big as a grain of rice appeared in the middle of a large formation composed of countless silk threads. It was the blood and energy of the empress.

The Zhankong movement formation was activated, and the space in the old monk's body was directly shattered, and then the blood crystal disappeared instantly, leaving Zhao Mu with no time to stop him.

"I just don't want such a powerful puppet clone anymore. It's so courageous and decisive!"

Zhao Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, and the giant hand transformed by mana squeezed hard, causing the energy crystal that blocked the old monk Yuantong to collapse.

The violent energy surged, and Zhao Mu's giant magic hand forced it into the body of the old monk Yuantong, and then rushed directly into the Zhankong Movement Formation.

The next moment, the Zhankong Movement Formation collapsed, and the body of Old Monk Yuantong quickly fell apart and turned into ashes.

Zhao Mu looked at the place where the old monk Yuantong disappeared and frowned slightly: "Although it is impossible to determine who is behind the old monk, this unexpected and extremely decisive style of doing things always reminds me of a person."

"Could it be him?"

"If it's him who is willing to give up a powerful puppet clone for the sake of the so-called empress' blood, what is his purpose?"

"What is the use of the Queen's Qi and blood?"

Zhao Mu pondered slightly, shook his head and said: "Forget it, everything is just a guess. He can't be sure at all whether it's true or not."

"But no matter who the opponent is, that violent force will be transferred with the Zhankong movement formation. I guess it will give this person a big surprise, right?"

Zhao Mu smiled and turned towards the half-dead Jun Wuchen.

He killed Dan Lingzi today, or the clone of Old Monk Yuantong, which can be considered as avenging half of Old Man Qingyun.

As for the remaining half of the hatred, we will deal with it in the future.

However, Old Man Qingyun guessed in the Huanguang Jade Slip that Dan Lingzi absorbed the vitality of other immortal cultivators in order to survive.

Now it seems that this guess is not accurate.

Since Dan Lingzi is just a puppet clone, there is no such thing as life or death.

If the prediction is correct, the reason why Dan Lingzi absorbed the vitality of other immortal cultivators was probably because he wanted to store vitality in his own body to deal with Jun Wuchen.

After all, according to Dan Lingzi's plan, after he took the initiative to be imprisoned, Jun Wuchen would continue to extract his vitality.

He is not a clone of a living person, and naturally there is no vitality in his body. If he does not absorb it from other immortal cultivators, wouldn't it be exposed to the Lord Wuchen?

Speaking of which, Old Man Qingyun is really unlucky.

Zhao Mu shook his head and walked to Jun Wuchen.

"Taoist Xuandu, why do you want to save me?"

Although Jun Wuchen was dying, he was still struggling with the problem just now.

Zhao Mu chuckled: "You misunderstood. If you didn't have something I wanted, I wouldn't care whether you lived or died."

"I didn't expect that I had so many things that others wanted. Yuantong is like this, and so are you."

Jun Wuchen smiled bitterly: "Forget it, take whatever you want, but I need your help with something."

"What is it?"

"I have been unwilling to die for so many years since I entered the Tongtian Mist, but I have made myself a ghost. I am really tired of such a life."

"Xuandu Taoist, I hope that after you get what you want, you can give me a quick death, right?"

"Okay, I can promise you this."

Zhao Mu smiled and said: "There is another piece of news to tell you. You may feel less regretful after listening to it."

"What news?"

"The Lord of God died thousands of years ago."

"What, the Lord of God is really dead?" Jun Wuchen widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"He is indeed dead. There is no need for me to lie to you about this kind of thing." Zhao Mu nodded.

"Hahahaha... Good death!"

Jun Wuchen suddenly laughed: "Lord God, Lord God, for the sake of the world and that drop of blood, you chased me to the point where I had no way to go to heaven or enter the earth."

"You even forced me to hide in the Tongtian Mist, and I have no freedom since then."

"But you probably never expected that you would die before me, right?"

"Hahahaha... Retribution, it's all retribution!"

"Xuandu Taoist, thank you for telling me this news, you are right, now I really have no regrets, hahahaha..."

Zhao Mu looked indifferent: "No need to thank me, after all, you will die in my hands."

After that, his mind surged, and he directly began to search Jun Wuchen's soul.