I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

It has been ten days since Zhao Heng left the sect to perform his mission.

Halfway up the mountainside of Miscellaneous Peak, Liu Hong’s residence.

"It's been ten days, and I haven't even seen Zhao Heng's shadow. On the contrary, several of my own people have disappeared. What do you do for food!"

Liu Hong cursed one of his subordinates.

The man said bitterly: "Deacon Liu, it's not that we don't try our best, it's really that bastard Zhao Heng who is too thief.

Not only did he take on many missions from different places at once, as soon as he left the sect, he started to go around in circles, taking some dangerous and difficult roads.

In order to track him down, we had to split up, which led to many accidents. "

Liu Hong held a cup of hot tea in his hand and became increasingly angry as he listened to his subordinates' explanations.

"A bunch of trash!"

The tea cup in his hand was squeezed by his huge force and exploded!

…

"Crack!"

In the dense forest at the foot of Niujiao Mountain, Zhao Heng exerted force on his heels and punched like lightning. He hit a fox dog in the waist with a stone-splitting punch.

The fox dog whined, its waist fractured, and it rolled to the ground.

Zhao Heng rushed forward with a lunge, swung the round leopard-head knife, and chopped it off on the head, causing blood to spatter three feet.

Zhao Heng stood up with his sword and nodded with satisfaction. This was already the tenth fox dog he had killed.

During these days, as he continued to practice in actual combat at Niujiao Mountain, his skills became more and more capable, and the power of the Stone-Splitting Fist also continued to increase.

Although he is still far away from Xiao Cheng, his power is much stronger than that of Deng Xing. At least these fox dogs can basically not withstand his fists.

Coupled with lime powder and a leopard-head knife, Zhao Heng has no rivals at the edge of Niujiao Mountain.

After counting the time, Zhao Heng decided to return to the sect after spending ten days in Niujiao Mountain.

First of all, the herbs he picked these days and the mysterious beast materials he collected have already filled several large bags, and he really can't take more.

Secondly, the lime powder and corpse powder on Zhao Heng's body were almost used up. Without these things around him, he always felt uneasy.

The third point is that Zhao Heng discovered that no one was following him in recent days.

Deacon Liu must have guessed that these people were all taken care of by himself.

With Liu Hong's cautious temperament, there is no guarantee that he won't take action himself over time.

Zhao Heng now dares to fight against a warrior at the eighth level of the Body Tempering Realm. Even if he is unable to fight against a warrior at the ninth level of the Body Tempering Realm, he can still wait for an opportunity to escape.

But facing a strong man in the bone forging realm alone, he asked himself that he still had no chance of winning.

After comprehensive consideration, Zhao Heng felt that it would be safer to return to the sect as soon as possible.

At that moment, Zhao Heng crouched down and cut apart the materials on the prey with familiarity.

It's a very busy time.

Zhao Heng suddenly felt extremely uneasy, and all the hairs on his body suddenly stood up.

It was as if something extremely dangerous was about to happen to him.

Zhao Heng didn't know if it was his delusion or if his persecution paranoia was getting worse.

He was still mechanically cutting prey, but his five senses and six consciousnesses were suddenly raised to the highest alert state, paying attention to the disturbances around him.

The moment he completely peeled off the fox dog's fur.

"Whoosh...!"

In the deep dense forest, a thin black needle shot towards the back of Zhao Heng's neck with an inaudible sound of breaking through the air!

Although the sound was soft and inaudible, Zhao Heng still noticed a slight fluctuation.

He suddenly turned around and looked, but the flying needle had already penetrated his heart.

"Um……!"

Zhao Heng's body was shaken, his eyes widened, and he fell to the ground in disbelief. His body twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

About ten breaths passed. Deep in the woods, a thick old tree's bark, several feet high, was gently shaken off, revealing a sunken hole.

A thin man in black squatted in a tree hole, holding a hidden weapon several inches long that looked like a flute in his hand. The flying needle just now was sent out by him with the hidden weapon.

The man quickly slid down the tree trunk, his body as light as an ape, and quickly came to Zhao Heng's side.

Looking at Zhao Heng who fell to the ground, and the piles of mysterious beast materials and picked elixirs around him, the man in black looked surprised.

"Hey, I'm lucky today. I caught a fat sheep. Now it's time for the master to reward me!

But this person is very cautious. Under such circumstances, he was able to discover my hidden weapon.

It's a pity that no matter how quick you react, you still get hit by my poisonous needle. Just go with peace of mind, I will take good care of these belongings for you. "

As the man in black spoke, he approached Zhao Heng and reached out to touch the package around his waist.

The moment his hand touched Zhao Heng's package, a cold voice suddenly came from his ears.

"Thank you for your kindness, you'd better die first!"

"What!" The man in black was shocked.

"Shua...!"

A bright black sword light was already heading towards him!

Zhao Heng, who was supposed to fall to the ground and die, suddenly opened his eyes, glared angrily, and slashed with his knife.

This sword strike was extremely sudden and extremely swift, almost a sure-kill blow.

But at the critical moment, the man in black twisted his body like a spring, twisted to an incredible angle, and flew out.

In the end, Zhao Heng's knife only made a long wound on his chest, but it failed to kill him.

"You...you're not dead!"

The man in black staggered back a few steps, widened his eyes, and looked at Zhao Heng in disbelief.

Zhao Heng also looked at the other party in surprise.

"You're still alive?"

He was surprised that the knife failed to kill the other party.

"Who are you and why do you want to plot against me?" Zhao Heng held the hilt tightly and stared at the other party with cold eyes.

Hearing this, the man in black snorted coldly and said, "I am a disciple of the 'Bone-Transforming Sect' of Black Crow Mountain, the Bone-Transforming Dragon!"

"Bone-Transforming Sect? I've never heard of it." Zhao Heng looked suspicious.

The man in black was furious, "You ignorant guy, when my Bone-Transforming Sect was at its peak, it was also considered a second-rate sect of the Demonic Path. You haven't heard of it?"

"Demon Path!"

Hearing these two words, Zhao Heng was shocked.

In the southern region of the Zhenwu Realm, the struggle between the righteous and the evil was fierce.

The righteous, led by the "Hunyuan Sword Sect", formed the righteous alliance with seven major sects such as the Yuhua Sect.

The evil, led by the "Tiansha Sect", formed the Demonic Alliance.

The two sides have been fighting for many years, with both sides winning and losing. Overall, the righteous have a certain advantage.

But the magic warriors are all vicious and cruel, with all kinds of strange methods. Countless righteous warriors have died at the hands of magic warriors.

The warrior in the refining state who was killed by Yun Qingxue before was a magic warrior.

Although this person's strength is obviously not as good as that person, he is also extremely vicious.

If it weren't for Zhao Heng's sharp six senses and the protective red bellyband he wore in advance, he would have been a corpse.

"Hey, kid, I have introduced myself. Which sect are you from? You are still wearing a mask in this wilderness. Are you also a member of my magic sect?"

The man in black asked when he saw Zhao Heng didn't say anything for a long time.

Zhao Heng felt relieved when he heard this.

Fortunately, he was vigilant enough and always wore a face mask, otherwise it would be bad if these evil villains remembered his true appearance.

With a thought, Zhao Heng immediately said proudly: "Hmph, bullshit!

What kind of person is this from the demon sect? I will never change my name. I am "Liu Hong" from the Miscellaneous Peak of Yuhua Sect. The mere Huagu Sect is not even worthy of carrying shoes for my grandfather!"

Hearing Zhao Heng's words, the man in black was immediately furious.

"Asshole, you dare to look down on my Huagu Sect, I will fight you!"

The man rushed forward suddenly, and two Emei spears slipped out of his sleeves and stabbed at Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng's eyes narrowed, and he held the leopard-head knife in his hand to meet the attack.

"Dangdangdang......!"

The weapons collided, and sparks flew.

When the two fought head-on, Zhao Heng had already sensed the other party's cultivation, which should be the eighth level of the Tempering Body Realm.

Fortunately, his blood and qi were much stronger than those of the same level warriors, and he was not at all inferior to the other party in a head-on confrontation.

However, the man in black was really flexible, turning and moving, as slippery as a loach.

Zhao Heng not only couldn't find an opportunity to attack his flaws, but was forced to dodge and defend himself by the opponent's ghostly figure and the elusive double thorns.

"Hehe... boy, you dare to look down on my Huagu Sect with your little strength. You are really overestimating yourself." The man in black sneered while attacking.

Zhao Heng was forced to retreat step by step by him. Seeing the danger of defeat, he suddenly showed a resolute look in his eyes.

"You forced me to do it. I can only use my strongest means, ordinary high-level martial arts, three-point return to the origin slash!"

Zhao Heng shouted, swung his sword with one arm, and slashed at the opponent fiercely.

The man in black was already frightened when he heard the words "ordinary high-level martial arts". Seeing Zhao Heng's momentum and slashing down with a sword regardless of anything, he was even more shocked.

Not daring to be negligent, the man in black used all his strength, and his two Emei thorns crossed to block the opponent's blade from falling.

"Clang...!"

The sound of metal clashing broke out, but the man in black was surprised.

The opponent's knife seemed terrifying, but in fact it was ordinary and had no power at all.

Just as he was stunned, a strong wind blew in front of him, and a fist as big as a sandbag hit his chest directly.

"Stone-splitting fist!"

"Bang...!"

A punch hit the man's right chest firmly, knocking him back and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

"You...you dare to cheat!"

Zhao Heng didn't give the other party a chance to breathe, and rushed forward, and another punch followed.

The man in black was shocked and hurriedly tried to block, but Zhao Heng let go and waved.

"Hula...!"

A handful of lime powder covered the other party's face.

"Ah...!"

The man in black screamed, shocked and angry, almost doubting who was the devil.

Feeling the wind of Zhao Heng's sword and fist coming at him, the black-clothed man, who was already seriously injured, dared not fight again.

With blurred vision, he took strange steps and quickly rushed into the dense forest.

Even though Zhao Heng swung his sword quickly, he only saw the package on the black-clothed man's back, and the other party successfully escaped.

At the time of parting, the black-clothed man's resentful voice echoed in the jungle.

"Yuhua Sect Zaiyi Peak, Liu Hong, I Huagu Sect will remember you, we are not done!"