I cast eternal life with the seeds of Tao

Zhao Heng, Di Wanhe and Su Qi rushed to Jinxing City and strolled around until night fell.

When the three returned to Jinyang Gate, Zhao Heng went into the city again on the pretext of forgetting to buy a material, and the two waited outside the city.

After Zhao Heng entered Jinxing City, he quickly rushed to another city gate and headed for an uninhabited dense forest outside the city.

As the light of the storage ring on his fingertip flashed, a group of wild beasts with eyes flashing strange light appeared in groups around Zhao Heng.

Zhao Heng conveyed a thought, and the herd of beasts immediately scattered, shuttled through the dense forest, quietly surrounded Jinxing City and Jinyang Mountain, and conducted exploration and surveillance.

After doing all this, Zhao Heng quickly returned to the city, went out from the north gate again, and reunited with Di Wanhe and the others.

Then, the three returned to Jinyang Gate together and stayed in a villa west of Jinyang Gate.

It was late at night and the moonlight was like water.

The scenery of Jinyang Gate was beautiful, and the night was also very quiet, which easily reminded people of some beautiful things.

But Zhao Heng, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed in the room, frowned slightly as he looked at the moonlight outside the window.

In the quiet night, he sensed a surging undercurrent, which was obscure and disturbing.

After a while, Zhao Heng's consciousness spread like water, like thousands of threads connected to the mountain.

At the same time, he also divided a part of his mind to cover the entire Jinyang Mountain.

No words were spoken that night, it was just an ordinary night.

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The next morning, four mottled copper pillars with coiled dragons shone brightly in the morning light.

Today, the Jinyang Gate Square was bustling early.

The four guardians of the Jinyang Gate, with more than a dozen elders in the gate, were waiting here in advance.

Not long after, the strong men of the Hunyuan Sect and the Wuliang Pavilion also arrived.

Everyone greeted each other, talked and laughed, with a strong joy in their eyes and eyebrows, and had a sense of celebration, celebrating in advance for the upcoming trip to Zhonglingtian.

As the last sect to arrive, Tiexue Sect landed at the edge of the square.

Sect leader Tie Xiong led Zhao Heng and the other four to greet the people around them, and the atmosphere remained harmonious.

Zhao Heng smiled and greeted others while sweeping his eyes across the square. The four dragon pillars did not change at all.

In addition, the information sent back by the puppet beasts all around Jinyang Sect last night was also normal.

This made Zhao Heng's eyes full of doubts. Was he too suspicious?

At this moment.

"Swoosh...!"

From the back mountain of Jinyang Sect, a sound of breaking through the air came from far away and near, and appeared in the center of the square in a blink of an eye.

Everyone looked up and saw an old man with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, fat body, and severe hunchback in the void, stepping on a black flying sword that was extremely inconsistent with his body size, hovering in the void.

The old man's fat face had obvious wrinkles, and he looked very old. There was no aura or pressure on him. If he hadn't come flying in the air with a sword, he would have looked like an ordinary person.

But the old man's eyes were not cloudy, but as bright as stars. He just stared calmly, but with an invisible aura that shocked people and suffocated people.

Compared with others, Zhao Heng's observation was more subtle, and his powerful consciousness had seen through the old man's cultivation.

A powerful person who had reached the great perfection of the Ascension Realm.

Zhao Heng noticed that the innate energy above this person's head was faintly gathered into a ball.

That was the unity of essence, energy and spirit, a sign of "three flowers gathering at the top of the head". It seemed that this person was only one step away from the Return to Origin Realm.

Zhao Heng was slightly surprised, and at the same time guessed the identity of the person who came.

"Meet the leader!"

At this time, the people standing scattered in the square bowed to the person who came.

Sure enough, this person was Yan Zhengkun, the leader of the Four Directions Alliance.

Zhao Heng also bowed, but his consciousness was secretly observing the other party, and he did not find anything unusual about this person.

"My fellow Taoists, I was injured and could not meet you yesterday. I apologize to you first."

Yan Zhengkun's voice was not as old as his appearance, but rather gentle and elegant.

Everyone on the scene clasped their fists and said they dared not.

After exchanging a few words with everyone, Yan Zhengkun glanced at the loosely standing people around the square and spoke calmly.

"Everyone, I have received the message. The inspector will be here soon. We must also pay attention to some etiquette.

Please move to the high platform in the middle of the square to welcome the envoy."

At this time, Yan Zhengkun's figure had already floated down and stood in the center of the square, on the rectangular high platform surrounded by four copper pillars with coiled dragons and half a foot above the surrounding horizon.

Zhao Heng looked from afar, not knowing whether it was an illusion or not, but he always felt that Yan Zhengkun and the square had an inexplicable sense of fit, as if the two had merged into one.

When he wanted to observe Yan Zhengkun in depth with his spiritual sense, he felt that there was an invisible veil covering him, giving him an indescribable sense of "unreality".

When he heard Yan Zhengkun's proposal, the others nodded.

"What the leader said makes sense. We can't lose our manners in front of the envoy."

"Yes, everyone come together."

So everyone moved, with Yan Zhengkun as the center, and walked towards the high platform in the center of the square.

Zhao Heng also walked forward with Di Wanhe and others, but he deliberately slowed down his pace and fell behind everyone.

Along the way, Zhao Heng was still observing Yan Zhengkun, but he still didn't see the other party's flaws.

So much so that he was more suspicious whether he really had an illusion.

He shook his head gently, trying to make himself more sober.

But at this moment, he suddenly saw a dragon-shaped copper pillar from the corner of his eye.

The dragon-shaped relief seemed to have a slight change. In the pair of blank dragon eyes, a faint light spot appeared at some point, like "painting the finishing touch".

Zhao Heng's heart trembled, and he swept his eyes and found that all four dragon-shaped pillars had such changes.

But this change was too subtle, and there was no energy fluctuation. People who had not observed the dragon-shaped pillars in detail in advance like himself would not find it abnormal even if they observed this.

Zhao Heng, who had a consciousness problem, no longer hesitated, and a divine light flashed in his eyes, and two "vortex lights" quietly condensed.

"Spirit pupil technique!"

This is the seventh-level derivative secret technique of the Qi-watching technique, which can see through the subtle and distinguish the illusion.

With the blessing of the Spirit pupil technique, Zhao Heng saw that there was indeed a strange cold energy in the four dragon-shaped pillars, ready to move.

He looked at Yan Zhengkun in the center of the high platform again.

Under the glow of the morning sun, the other party was still so old, fat, hunched... nothing seemed to have changed.

But on the back of that old, hunched body.

There was an illusory beast shadow with thorns all over its body, lizard-like, dark green, bloody mouth, and hideous face.

It was like a soul, half of its body merged into Yan Zhengkun's body, and the other half was struggling madly, with a very painful expression.

At this time, Yan Zhengkun seemed to have sensed something, and suddenly turned his head to stare at Zhao Heng, with a strange light flashing in his eyes.

Then, a warm smile appeared on the fat face.

Yan Zhengkun clasped his fists at Zhao Heng from a distance, and waved his hand, motioning him to come closer.

The gentle smile formed a sharp contrast with the hideous and twisted face of the monster behind him, and the picture was particularly weird and gloomy.

At this moment, Zhao Heng finally stopped.

"Elder Zhao, what's wrong with you?"

Di Wanhe, Su Qi, and Gong Yunzhi, who were traveling with him, all noticed Zhao Heng's abnormality and cast inquiring glances at him.

The sect leader Tie Xiong had already stepped onto the platform before the three of them.

Zhao Heng did not speak, but directly transmitted his voice to the three of them with his spiritual consciousness, his tone indifferent but firm.

"Three of you, if you trust me, don't take another step forward, and run for your lives immediately!"