Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

Boom!

The tornado formed by the leaves hit the nine-color light fiercely.

It actually shook the barrier formed by the light.

He Xun was overjoyed and immediately stretched out his hand and pointed. The tornado split into two and tore to both sides, trying to tear the barrier apart.

But at this moment, a light shout suddenly came: "Stop!"

Before the voice fell, a terrifying breath beyond imagination fell like the power of heaven, which directly shocked the minds of everyone present.

"What... is this breath?"

A Jinxiutang monk widened his eyes in disbelief: "My Lord, is it possible that I am wrong? This breath is definitely not from the sage realm. Could it be... Could it be that the Taoist Wanyu has already entered the saint realm?"

Saint realm!

As soon as these three words came out, everyone present changed their expressions.

He Xun's face was as ugly as if he had eaten a fly.

He just said that unless Zhao Mu has the cultivation of the Saint Realm, if he dares to provoke Jinxiu Hall, he will have no place to stay in the whole world.

Unexpectedly, before his words fell on the ground, Zhao Mu actually showed the cultivation of the Saint Realm.

This is not a slap in the face!

It's simply killing him!

But He Xun couldn't figure it out. Isn't the only Saint Realm in the entire Southern Domain Cultivation World that old ancestor of the Lieyang Royal Family?

How could another one suddenly appear here?

When did the Saint Realm become so easy to break through?

At this time, a figure penetrated the nine-color light and walked slowly towards them.

He Xun and others struggled desperately, trying to escape from the restraints.

But that kind of shocking power was like a huge mountain, pressing them so hard that they couldn't move at all.

"Wanyu Taoist, what on earth do you want to do?"

He Xun screamed in horror.

The surrounding nine-color light separated to both sides like a tide, and Zhao Mu walked through it.

He walked up to He Xun and said calmly: "Didn't I tell you to forget what happened today and plant a seed in your heart?"

"This seed will be deeply hidden in the depths of your soul, slowly taking root and growing vigorously."

"One day, the seed will grow into a towering tree, and its branches, leaves and roots will spread over every layer of your soul and every inch of your flesh and blood."

"When the time comes, I will find you again."

After saying that, Zhao Mu's finger gently touched the center of He Xun's eyebrows.

"Stop!"

He Xun screamed in horror.

But as a strange wave rippled, his expression suddenly froze, and his eyes became even more blurred.

At this time, Zhao Mu stopped and sealed the memories of other people in the same way.

The next moment, the nine-color brilliance in the sky converged.

Zhao Mu flicked his sleeves lightly, turned around and floated away, and the white clouds around him changed with the wind, leisurely like an immortal.

Suddenly, He Xun and others woke up and looked around blankly:

"Master, where are we?"

"Uh... We seem to be here to see Monk Zhenru. By the way, where is Monk Zhenru? Why hasn't he come yet?"

"I don't know. Did something happen in the Ancient Sword Mountains?"

"Maybe... Hey, Master, who do you think that person is?"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Zhao Mu's back as he walked away.

He Xun frowned slightly: "When did this person appear? Why didn't we see him before?"

"Master, why don't we catch up and ask him? This person's appearance is too strange?"

"Okay!"

He Xun nodded and prepared to lead people to catch up.

But at this moment, the figure of Zhao Mu reflected in everyone's pupils suddenly began to fade.

When the figure in the pupils completely disappeared.

Even though Zhao Mu in front of them still existed, He Xun and others became blind to him.

This was the remaining magic power that Zhao Mu left in everyone's body, which completely erased the information about themselves in their memory.

Even if Zhao Mu was standing right in front of them, He Xun and the others would be like blind people and not be able to see his existence.

"Haha!"

After a chuckle, Zhao Mu's figure completely disappeared in the distance.

And everyone was smart: "Strange, did you hear laughter just now?"

"Laughter, what laughter, did you hear it wrong?"

"Really? Well, I guess I heard it wrong. By the way, what were we going to do just now? It seemed like we were chasing someone?"

"There is no one here for us to chase. We are going to the Ancient Sword Mountains to see the situation of Monk Zhenru."

Everyone did not delay and quickly flew towards the Ancient Sword Mountains.

I don't know how long it has passed.

Suddenly a figure appeared out of thin air.

This is a white-haired old man wearing a brocade purple robe. There was no sign of his appearance, and even the air did not fluctuate at all, as if he had been standing here.

The old man glanced around and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Strange, I clearly felt a breath of saint realm flashing here just now, how come I can't detect any trace now, is it my illusion?"

"It shouldn't be, with my cultivation level, I shouldn't feel wrong."

"But when did the second saint appear in my Lieyang Empire? Could it be the person behind the demon cult?"

The old man frowned: "It seems that the cultivation world in the southern region is getting more and more unstable. We must inform the emperor and make plans early."

After saying that, the old man disappeared again out of thin air.

...

Hanhai Kingdom.

The carriage followed the caravan slowly forward on the rugged mountain road.

Suddenly, a stream of light shot from a distance and instantly disappeared into the carriage.

This stream of light was extremely fast, and the caravan was filled with ordinary people, so no one noticed it.

Inside the carriage.

The light streamed in through the window and hovered in front of Zhao Mu.

"What is this?" Jiang Hongyun asked curiously.

"Haha, an old acquaintance sent it here incarnation."

Zhao Mu smiled and sat up, raising his hand to gently brush the flowing light.

Immediately, the light quickly dissipated, revealing the illusory soul of the monk.

He looked around blankly: "Where is this poor monk?"

"Old monk, are you okay?"

"Who are you?"

Monk Zhenru turned his head and looked at Zhao Mu doubtfully.

The face of the young man in front of him made him feel familiar.

"That's right. How could a great eminent monk from the Sansheng Zen Temple remember a little person like me?"

Zhao Mu leaned forward slightly: "In that case, let me remind you, old monk, do you still remember what you did in the desperate Hanyuan?"

"The Desperate Han Abyss? The poor monk did go to the Desperate Han Abyss in his early years. That time, the Han Abyss seal was damaged and the time restriction was leaked. At that time..."

As the monk Zhenru said, his eyes suddenly widened in disbelief.

He stared at Zhao Mu as if he had seen a ghost: "You...were you the new disciple of Ziwei Dao Sect at that time?"

"No, it's impossible. How could you still be alive and still so young?"

"With your qualifications, you have wasted thirty years of cultivation time. It is a great blessing to be able to break through the sea of ​​suffering. You should have died at the end of your life long ago!"

"No, you are definitely not that person. Who are you, and why did you change into him to deceive this poor monk?"