Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The monk was so confused and confused. Even when he was killed by Taoist Wan Yu, he had never been so at a loss.

The most difficult thing in life is not that you died, but that you were not completely dead, but fell into the hands of someone you once regarded as an ant.

It wasn't that Monk Zhenru didn't believe that Zhao Mu was Chu Ying, the new disciple of the Ziwei Taoist Sect, but he didn't want to believe it from the bottom of his heart.

Back then, Monk Zhenru was a supremely virtuous and eminent monk of a super sect. He was revered by hundreds of millions of people. Anyone in the entire world of immortality who saw him would disrespectfully call him Master.

At that time, Zhao Mu was just a newcomer to the world of immortality. He was so weak that in the eyes of a big man like Monk Zhenru, he could be easily crushed to death with a little finger.

But time goes by, things change and people change.

Now the positions of the two people are completely reversed.

The big shot at the beginning has turned into a weak and lonely soul. Let alone facing a monk, even if he meets a mortal warrior, he will be dispersed by the opponent's yang energy if he is not careful.

But the little Taoist priest at the beginning has now become the person who controls the life and death of the big shot.

Such a huge gap makes Monk Zhenru unable to accept it from the bottom of his heart.

Facing Monk Zhenru's shout, Zhao Mu did not refute, but just watched quietly.

It wasn't until Monk Zhenru gradually calmed down that he smiled lightly and said, "How about it, have you shouted enough?"

Monk Zhenru drooped his head and said with a look of decadence and bitterness: "I didn't expect you to be alive. I really can't imagine how you achieved your current level of cultivation with your original qualifications."

"Is this important?"

Zhao Mu said coldly: "What you should be concerned about now is what will happen to you next."

"What else can happen? The most you can do is kill me one more time. Even if you beat me to pieces, does the poor monk still care?"

Monk Zhenru was heartbroken: "Everyone says it's too cold at high places, but a poor monk likes to stand at high places and trample everyone under his feet."

"But it's a pity that the poor monk made all kinds of calculations for this goal. As a result, after thousands of years of practice, there are still so many people who can't take me seriously."

"Even now, the poor monk has become completely destitute. So what if I die like this? The poor monk wishes he could die early."

Monk Zhenru looked at Zhao Mu mockingly: "Xiaobizi, have you been fantasizing all these years that one day you will trample me under your feet and make this poor monk regret what he did to you back then?"

"You even want to threaten the poor monk with death, and make the poor monk kneel on the ground to beg for mercy. Please let me live?"

"Hahaha, stop dreaming. You will never have a chance in this life. The poor monk is not even afraid of death now, so what else should he be afraid of?"

"Little bastard, let me tell you, if you have to say regret, the poor monk will only regret that he didn't humiliate you more severely."

"At that time, the poor monk should pull out your soul and let you suffer in purgatory forever, hahahaha..."

He was laughing like a crazy monk, and his eyes were as red as blood.

He wanted to die, he just wanted to anger Zhao Mu and kill him with a knife.

But Zhao Mu looked calm: "The method of provoking generals is useless to me. Your life and death are now in my hands."

"Actually, death is very simple. Once your soul is shattered, you won't know anything else, but wouldn't that be boring?"

"Since you said that I should be made to suffer in purgatory forever, how about I just use your method to deal with you?"

As he spoke, Zhao Mu's body glowed with a faint brilliance.

In an instant, the stars moved and time and space intertwined.

It was as if the monk found that the space around him seemed to overlap with another space.

He could see that he was still in the carriage, but also appeared in a courtyard.

In the yard, there are rugged water pools, green grass, and a huge peach tree rising from the ground, as if it can pierce the clouds.

"Is this...is this the fragrant peach tree?"

Monk Zhenru's eyes widened in disbelief.

I never thought that I would be lucky enough to see this kind of spiritual root of heaven and earth that should have been extinct tens of thousands of years ago.

What is even more unbelievable is that such a peerless treasure would actually be in the hands of a monk in the Soul Refining Realm.

At this moment, monk Zhenru's heart suddenly burst out with unprecedented jealousy.

He was jealous, why didn't he have such a treasure?

If he had the fragrant peach wood in his hand and found a few strong men to be canonized as gods, how could he be easily killed by Wan Yu Taoist?

Not to mention Taoist Wan Yu, if he could possess the fragrant peach tree, he would even be sure to dominate the Southern Immortal Cultivation World.

By then, the five major sects of the righteous path, the demon sect, and the Lieyang Empire will all be insufficient.

With his divine soldiers and generals, he can definitely sweep through everything.

Unfortunately, there is no if in this world.

No matter how jealous Monk Zhenru is, the treasure he envies is in the hands of the person he once regarded as an ant.

At this time, Zhao Mu suddenly stood up, stepped out of the carriage and climbed into the clouds, reaching the top of the peach tree.

I saw him raising his hand, gently leaving a branch from the tree crown, and then returned to the carriage.

"What are you going to do?"

Monk Zhenru asked in horror, feeling deeply uneasy in his heart.

"Haha, of course it's a good thing. I can't bear to kill you, so I want to make you a god so that you can still have great power. How about that?"

Zhao Mu chuckled and slowly stretched out the branch towards Monk Zhenru.

"Stop, stop it, poor monk!"

Zhenru monk's face was full of resistance.

Conferred God?

This little ox nose, would he be so kind?

Even a fool wouldn't believe it!

At this time, as it got closer and closer to Monk Zhenru, the peach tree branch gradually became transparent, and finally merged into Monk Zhenru's body like an invisible and intangible person.

Buzz!

The next moment, a powerful force surged up, connecting Monk Zhenru with the incense peach tree's energy.

But the caravan outside the carriage didn't notice such a big movement.

Suddenly, a stream of incense merits gathered from the endless void and continued to sink into Monk Zhenru's body.

Although Monk Zhenru's character was not very good, he was a high monk in Sansheng Zen Temple after all.

Regardless of whether it was a show or not, he did a lot of things that benefited the people of the world.

So after thousands of years, the accumulated incense merits were still considerable, even much more than Liu Dun.

After all, when Liu Dun was conferred a god, he had only lived for a few decades.

This is because Monk Zhenru has done a lot of bad things, and his good deeds are not sincere, so his merits are weakened.

Otherwise, the merits accumulated by his thousands of years of incense would be even greater than they are now.

The countless merits of incense have made Monk Zhenru's soul shine brightly, and gradually condense his body again.

However, at this moment, he is no longer the old monk with white beard.

Instead, he has become a tall monk with bulging muscles all over his body, and he looks amazingly powerful.