Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

The dark shadow climbed over the mountains and finally came to the foot of the mountain, but was blocked outside by the restrictions set by Zhao Mu.

The shadow paused for a moment, moved to the left and merged into the shadow of a big tree.

The next moment, the shadow rose from the ground and enveloped the entire tree. It looked as if the surroundings of the tree had entered the night, while it was still daytime outside, which was very strange.

Suddenly, the man's voice came out again in the darkness: "Stinky Taoist, are you sure you want to be an enemy of my Saint Clan?"

"Now we can still give you a chance. As long as you stop teaching that monk to practice and abolish his cultivation, we can forgive the past and give you a gift."

"But if you still insist on being stubborn, then today we will use our supreme magical powers to beat you to death. Think clearly!"

Gift?

What a condescending attitude.

Zhao Mu sneered: "Haha, you have to be sincere when negotiating. Why, you don't even show your body, and you want me to give up?"

"Don't expect it. How can anyone look at the noble bodies of our holy family?"

The man's tone was extremely arrogant, as if the noble royal family was looking down on the untouchables.

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, make a choice, do you really want to be an enemy of my Saint Clan?"

"What an arrogant tone."

Zhao Mu curled his lips: "Now I not only want to protect Daoyuan, but also want to tear open that piece of darkness to see what you are, what confidence you have, and how you can speak so annoyingly?"

"How dare you!"

The man was furious, and a strong murderous intent burst out from the darkness: "Stinky Taoist priest, how can my Saint Clan be humiliated by a mere lowly cultivator like you?"

"Hmph, since you are so stubborn, then I will let you know today what the consequences of daring to offend my Saint Clan are, die!"

Before he finished speaking, a crescent moon suddenly rose in the darkness.

The crescent moon hung on the branches, emitting mysterious moonlight, as if it had moved some rules of heaven and earth.

At the same time, on the top of the mountain.

A strange wave appeared around Zhao Mu, and then a piece of darkness also appeared, covering an area of ​​three feet.

In the darkness, a crescent moon also rose, exactly the same as the one below the mountain.

This was obviously the man's trick, and the ban set by Zhao Mu did not react at all to the invasion of his power.

"What a strange magic power!"

Zhao Mu looked at the darkness around him and found that the darkness seemed to be only three feet, but there was no end in sight.

It was as if the depths of the darkness were connected to an unknown world.

"Who are these people? Or are they not people at all?"

"He calls himself a saint, but says that I am a lowly monk. Why do I feel familiar with these two titles, as if I have seen them somewhere?"

Just as Zhao Mu was still thinking.

Suddenly, the crescent moon above flickered, shining the warm moonlight.

This moonlight seemed gentle and harmless, but it contained terrible power. Under its illumination, Zhao Mu's body began to petrify slowly.

First his fingers turned into stone, and then spread along his palm to his arm.

Stone spots appeared on Zhao Mu's chest, abdomen, neck, and legs. When these stone spots gradually connected together, Zhao Mu was afraid that he would really turn into stone.

But Zhao Mu was not afraid at all. Instead, he raised his hand and studied the stone fingers with interest.

In the darkness, the man's voice came again: "There are too many lowly cultivators in this world, making the spiritual energy between heaven and earth filthy. If it is not necessary, we, the Saints, really don't want to live in the same world with you."

"Especially your Southern Domain Immortal Cultivation World, there is only one Saint in the entire domain, which is simply the lowest of the lowly."

"As for you, this stinky Taoist priest, I don't know which stone crack you jumped out of. You are so ignorant that you dare to slander and insult my Shenyue Saint Clan."

"Since ancient times, those who offend the Saint Clan must die. Today I will turn you into a stone statue, so that you will be exposed to wind and rain every day in the endless years to come."

"Stinky Taoist priest, are you afraid now?"

The man's tone was very proud.

But after he finished speaking, he found that Zhao Mu didn't even raise his head, but was studying his fingers seriously.

"Damn Taoist, what are you doing?"

The man was completely angry.

This Taoist dared to ignore his words?

And what was he doing, studying his fingers?

Was he not afraid of being completely petrified?

Why wasn't he afraid?

Was he looking down on the methods of my Shenyue Saint Clan?

Damn it!

No one dares to despise my Saint Clan like this!

The man was so angry that his chest was stuffy, and he immediately urged his magic power to speed up Zhao Mu's petrification.

At this moment, Zhao Mu finally raised his head.

He ignored the increasing number of stone spots on his body, and just stared at the darkness below the mountain with a strange look: "I probably know who you are."

"When I was in Ziwei Daomen, I read a lot of strange stories on the continent in the library."

"It is recorded in the text that although it is extremely difficult for gods to prove their way, there are countless years from ancient times to the present, and even if it is just based on time, many gods have been piled up."

"The gods of the world also have a lifespan limit. Some of those gods died alone, while others left behind a Taoist tradition or descendants."

"And some of the descendants of the gods of the world believe that they are the blood of gods, nobler than all the creatures in the world, so they call themselves the gods or saints, and call other cultivators lowly."

"What's worse, some extreme descendants of gods think that being in the same world with other cultivators is a defilement."

"Presumably, you are one of them?"

Zhao Mu narrowed his eyes slightly: "When I read the book, I thought you people were very strange. I didn't expect to see it with my own eyes today."

"Haha, now I really want to know which god bloodline you are from?"

"You are quite knowledgeable. You actually know the existence of our god bloodline."

The man in the dark sneered: "But you are a lowly cultivator. You are not qualified to know our identity. What's more, you are going to die!"

"Really?"

Zhao Mu's eyes condensed slightly.

Suddenly, a terrifying power penetrated his body and rippled around like an ocean.

The nine-color light bloomed, and it actually directly stretched the darkness around him.

And the crescent moon in the darkness was pierced by the nine-color light and exploded.

The stone spots on Zhao Mu's body quickly retreated, and the fingers turned into stone, and recovered as before in the blink of an eye.

But the story did not end there.

Just as the darkness around Zhao Mu was shattered, the darkness below the mountain also bloomed with nine-colored light.

A terrified scream came from the darkness: "What...what kind of trick is this? Damn it, your magic power can actually come through the air and directly attack my body, how is this possible?"