Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The middle-aged man laughed triumphantly, turned around and prepared to leave the desperate cold abyss.

"So this is the bitter slave, which is a strange life form."

Zhao Mu chuckled and looked at the middle-aged man who was leaving: "Why, are you going to leave like this?"

"Huh?"

The middle-aged man turned around suddenly and looked at Zhao Mu in astonishment.

In fact, from the beginning, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't say it.

But now, he finally realized what was wrong.

That is, from the beginning, he didn't see a trace of fear on Zhao Mu's face.

There is great terror between life and death!

Whether it is demons and evil spirits, or cultivators and mortals, facing death, they will have instinctive fear in their hearts.

It has nothing to do with the level of cultivation.

The only difference is that some people will be scared to death.

And some people will suppress their fear of death with a strong will and do something that ordinary people can't do.

But such people are still afraid of death in essence.

But in Zhao Mu, the middle-aged man did not feel any fear.

It was as if Zhao Mu was not afraid of death at all.

Or, Zhao Mu firmly believed in his heart that he would never die.

But, how is this possible?

The middle-aged man was incredible.

"It's really a wonderful feeling."

Zhao Mu raised his hand, put his palm on his chest, and carefully felt the beating of his heart.

Until this moment, he could still feel the wonderful connection between himself and the middle-aged man.

This connection was like two people's bodies overlapping in space, indistinguishable from each other.

So the other party could directly extract his vitality.

He looked at the middle-aged man, with an inexplicable smile on his lips: "Isn't it great to feel resurrected?"

"Stinky Taoist, what do you want to do?"

The middle-aged man was scared by the smile, and said fiercely: "Tell you, I have recovered my original strength, you are not my opponent at all, so it's better not to have any ideas."

"Why are you nervous, I just want to know if you have absorbed enough vitality? If not, I still have it here."

"You... what do you mean?" The middle-aged man had an ominous premonition.

"Haha, what do you think?"

Zhao Mu's smile grew even wider.

"This...what's going on?"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man widened his eyes in disbelief.

The vitality transmitted from Zhao Mu's body had become very weak.

But at this moment, he felt that the weak vitality suddenly increased by dozens of times, like a flood that broke through the dam.

At the same time, Zhao Mu's originally old body also rejuvenated at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Such a change completely shocked the middle-aged man.

"Who are you?" He shouted in shock.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is how much vitality you can bear?"

"What do you mean?"

"Haha, the meaning is very simple."

Zhao Mu chuckled: "Everything in the world has yin and yang. The ability of the slave can connect us together, so that you can forcibly extract my vitality."

"But at the same time, this connection also allows me to clearly sense the changes in your body from beginning to end."

"Life force is a good thing, but even the best things have their limits. I roughly estimated that your body can probably withstand about three reincarnations of mine."

"Reincarnation? What are you talking about?" The middle-aged man was completely panicked and had no idea what Zhao Mu was thinking?

"Haha, you don't need to know what reincarnation is. You just need to know that it will still be me who walks out of here later. As for you... go to hell!"

As soon as Zhao Mu finished speaking, he suddenly activated his magic power and forced his vitality to be infused through the connection.

His body quickly aged again, but the middle-aged man's body began to expand endlessly.

After one reincarnation, Zhao Mu did not hesitate to return to youth again.

However, the middle-aged man's body became more and more bloated, and finally became like a ball.

Immortality?

Except for himself, Zhao Mu never believed that there was anything in this world that could really be immortal.

The so-called immortality was just that the correct way to kill it had not been found.

Unfortunately, the mysterious connection between the middle-aged man and Zhao Mu allowed Zhao Mu to clearly feel all the physical changes of the middle-aged man.

It was also because of this that Zhao Mu discovered the biggest weakness of the slaves, that is, the vitality that exceeded the limit of the body's endurance, which could completely kill them and even make them die.

In fact, in theory, this is not a weakness.

Because ordinary people, even powerful monks, cannot provide enough vitality to support the slaves.

But unfortunately, it is also bad luck for the middle-aged man.

He happened to meet Zhao Mu, the only one in the world who could squander vitality as if it were dirt.

So it was destined that he would die without a burial place today.

The middle-aged man's body was getting more and more swollen, and even the surface of his skin had cracked into tiny cracks.

He was extremely terrified: "Stop, stop immediately."

Unfortunately, Zhao Mu had no intention of stopping at all, and instead increased the supply of vitality again.

When it reached a certain critical point.

Boom!

Suddenly there was a bang, and the middle-aged man's body was completely shattered, and even his soul was shattered in the explosion.

Clang!

A piece of black bone fell to the ground.

"Huh? There is something left?"

Zhao Mu was surprised. He thought that the explosion just now had completely destroyed the middle-aged man.

He took two steps forward and picked up the black bone.

Faintly, he could feel that the black bone contained a very huge and mysterious power.

"I wonder what this slave bone is used for?"

Zhao Mu took the slave bone and looked at it over and over curiously: "A hair crown and a piece of bone are not simple things."

"Today's harvest is not bad. I have already got two treasures outside. I wonder what will be inside the desperate cold abyss?"

Zhao Mu turned his head and looked at the palace at the end.

"It is rumored that this Juejing Hanyuan has the secret of becoming an immortal. I wonder if the so-called secret is in that palace?"

"Haha, I hope I can crack the secret next time I come in."

Zhao Mu smiled, turned around and prepared to leave Juejing Hanyuan.

Inadvertently, he looked back at the shadow of the Taoist priest on the bridge.

In an instant, he froze.

The young Taoist priest who was looking forward had turned around and was looking at him.

A chill ran down his spine and rushed to his forehead.

Zhao Mu's face changed in horror.

Is this young Taoist priest more than just a shadow?

How can he turn around?

Could it be that he is conscious?