Eternal Life: My Millennia in the Jiaofang Division

After a long while, Bai Xiang finally finished her story.

Zhou Yu Niang gently patted her shoulder: "Okay, I'll take care of the next thing. Just rest assured and don't leave yourself with hidden injuries."

"Sister, where is Lan'er? Tell her to be careful too."

Bai Xiang worriedly said: "Chu Jinghong suddenly attacked me this time. I feel that the situation is very wrong, so I am worried that Lan'er is also in danger."

"Lan'er and Han Lingfeng went to Chaolu Kingdom, but Taoist Wanyu is also there, so you don't have to worry about her safety."

Zhou Yu Niang said: "I will send a message to Taoist Wanyu later to ask about Lan'er's situation. You should have a good rest."

...

Chaolu Kingdom.

Zhao Mu was lying on the cloud, holding a wine gourd in his hand, chatting with the master and apprentice of "Enjoy Time".

From time to time, he deliberately took a sip of wine happily, which made the old man's eyes red with greed.

At this moment, a flying sword for communication came from the sky and fell into Zhao Mu's hands.

Zhao Mu used his divine sense to check the contents of the flying sword, and frowned immediately: "Bai Xiang was ambushed? Strange, what exactly is Chu Jinghong going to do?"

"He is now planning to seize Zhou Yu Niang's destiny fruit with the way of the wild god. Before he really takes action, shouldn't he try to reduce the conflict with Zhou Yu Niang as much as possible?"

"Otherwise, if he provokes Zhou Yu Niang to start a war, wouldn't his plan be in vain?"

Zhao Mu shook his head secretly, and was really puzzled by Chu Jinghong's actions.

"Forget it, let's check on Yun Zhilan's situation first. He hasn't contacted me yet, maybe something really happened."

Thinking of this, he secretly mobilized the power of Hun Tianji and began to deduce the location of Yun Zhilan.

In his pupils, countless mountains and rivers flashed obscurely, as if his mind had swept across the vast land in an instant.

After only three breaths, the rapidly flashing images in Zhao Mu's eyes suddenly stopped in a valley.

In that valley, a fierce battle was taking place.

A group of men in black were besieging Yun Zhilan and Han Lingfeng.

"Found it!" Zhao Mu disappeared in an instant.

Ji Shi, who was chatting enthusiastically, was stunned and suddenly shouted: "Where are the people? Where did they go? Why did they suddenly disappear?"

"Daoyou, you don't want to default on your debt, do you? We are still betting?"

"Oh my, my old man's wine, is it gone just like that? Damn, how can a person be so dishonest?"

Xing Le next to him curled his lips: "Master, you were originally Kuang's man, and he suddenly woke up. Isn't it normal?"

"What do you know, gambling character, do you understand this gambling character?"

Ji Shi cursed angrily: "Things on the gambling table, once you bet, it will fall to dust. How can you regret it?"

"Oh my heart, my wine, the duck in hand flew away!"

At this moment, a wine gourd fell from the sky and almost hit him on the head.

Ji Shi was startled and caught it quickly.

Zhao Mu's voice came from the void: "Let's continue with the bet, but I have some things to deal with. I will be back after that. This half gourd of wine is my treat for you."

Ji Shi's old face suddenly lit up with joy. He waved his hand casually, not knowing which direction he was facing: "Okay, okay, fellow Taoist, please come back as soon as possible. Don't keep me waiting too long."

He happily opened the gourd, leaned over to smell it, and his face immediately flushed: "It's really a good wine, and it's full of spiritual energy and medicinal properties. It's really a rare good thing."

Swish!

Xing Le, who was standing next to him, came closer instantly, rubbing his hands and laughing: "Master, you see, your disciple is thirsty too, how about..."

"Go away, stay aside, don't be so shameless, who are you imitating?"

Ji Shi hugged the wine gourd and snorted: "Didn't you say that your master would help others? Then you don't have a share of this wine."

"Thirsty? Humph, see

After saying that, he turned his head and hugged the gourd and drank it happily.

Xing Le looked resentful, and then... he smiled and came closer: "Master..."

An unknown place In the valley, the fierce fight was coming to an end.

The black-clothed men formed a large formation, blocking the entire valley tightly. No matter how Yun Zhilan rushed left and right, he could not escape the siege.

At this time, Shengshu Mingjing was lying on the ground unconscious.

Of course, he was not really unconscious, he was just acting.

Seeing that his men could not take down Yun Zhilan.

He was angry and secretly sent a message to the leader of the black-clothed men: "A bunch of trash, you can't even catch a woman, I really don't know what the point of keeping you is?"

"Hurry up and catch Yun Zhilan for me, do you want me to pretend to be dead here?"

"Your Highness, please forgive me, I will definitely take down Yun Zhilan as soon as possible."

The black-clothed man sent a message in panic, but he cursed in his heart: "This damn woman, why is she so difficult to deal with? ”

He thought that this time, just like catching Bai Xiang, it should be easy to catch him.

But he never expected that although the woman in front of him was in the sage realm, her cultivation was not much stronger than Bai Xiang.

But her method of using poison was unprecedented in his life.

Since the war began, Yun Zhilan has used at least 800 kinds of poisons, and each one is extremely difficult to deal with.

These people think they are powerful, but they have been tortured to death for half a day, and almost everyone is poisoned.

Some had black skin all over their bodies; some had dry hands and feet like tree trunks; some were squatting in the bushes, with cannons roaring...

Fortunately, they were much stronger than Yun Zhilan after all, and with the help of the formation, they were not able to break through the siege by Yun Zhilan.

How could they know that Yun Zhilan's means of using poison were the best in the entire Southern Region.

When Yun Zhilan was still in the Manifestation Realm, he dared to fight against Liang Xuanji, who was resurrected by a slave. Now that he has broken through the Sage Realm, it is naturally more difficult to deal with him.

However, the gap in strength between the two sides is still too big.

After Yun Zhilan's poison was almost used up, she was finally in a desperate situation.

At this moment, she vomited blood, and there were hideous wounds on her fair skin, looking extremely miserable.

"Damn it, who are these people and why are they ambushing us here?"

"And how did they know that Han Lingfeng and I would pass by here? Is there some deduction expert behind the scenes?"

"Han Lingfeng is unconscious and can't help. Am I really going to die here today?"

Yun Zhilan panted violently, staring at the black-clothed men around her.

She really didn't want to surrender.

But looking at the current situation, she should have no chance of escaping. In this case, why not die together?

"What, no poison?"

The leader of the black-clothed men sneered: "In this case, don't think about escaping today. If the higher-ups don't want the memory in your head, I will kill you today!"

He waved his hand suddenly, and dozens of black-clothed men surrounded him fiercely.