Journey To Longevity

At the ruins of Bilang Island, the location of Bilang Island can no longer be seen now, the sea water is still a bit turbid, some places are bursting with bubbles, and after bursting, there is a pungent smell coming out. Apparently, when the secret realm was shattered, the rocks in the seabed were shattered, and the lava flowed out as a result, spreading along the stone shelf on the seabed.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul and old monsters here have already left the building, just like Ao Ji Qinghe, chasing the distant aura. And here, because the remaining breath has not dissipated, and no bird or sea beast dares to approach it rashly, everything is quiet and silent.

But suddenly, a space crack several feet long appeared above the sea, and a one-legged monster covered in black scales fell from it. After a cup of tea, this strange man just emerged from the sea surface, holding a thigh with bluish-gray bone barbs in its hand, which was more than half a foot long.

The strange man grinned loudly, and gradually roared like a tiger. The waves on the sea were shaken in all directions, rushing away violently. But this person suddenly slapped his palm, and slapped his temple neatly, his neck "clicked" a few times, and he tilted to the side. At this moment, he stopped laughing, and the madness in his eyes restrained a lot .

The Muji Sanren who calmed down, looked at the broken leg in his hand, showing a little thoughtful expression, it was a kind of desire, but with a look of fear, hesitating and tangled.

It wasn't until a long time later that his eyes were bloody again, and then Muji Sanren stretched out his wrist, biting his fangs fiercely, and the dark green blood dripped from the wrist onto the broken leg. The lifeless stump suddenly swelled up when it came into contact with the blood, and hundreds of black and red granulation sprouted from the wound, like ghost claws protruding from the ground. waving.

Then he broke free from his hand, and flew towards the left leg of the wooden machine Sanren, and they overlapped and connected together in the blink of an eye. The Muji Sanren, whose body was intact, was not as happy as before. He pondered with a sullen face, and finally flew towards Baimang Mountain in Nanzhou.

It's just that he didn't know that after he left, an old man in gray clothes with a somewhat bloated figure appeared on the spot, and he didn't know where it was hiding before.

"Thank you two fellow daoists for making it happen." It slowly floated down on the surface of the sea, and it was also walking towards Nanzhou. It seemed slow, but in fact there was only a phantom left, staying in place.

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Twenty five years later.

Somewhere in the Qianxing Sea Region, a cyan aura was flying rapidly, until it reached an island full of brown-gray strange rocks, the shimmering brilliance gradually faded away, and a spirit boat made of blue-white jade was revealed The original appearance appeared, and then a dozen people floated down from above one after another.

The leader is a middle-aged man. There is a small round black birthmark on his left cheek, but it is not ugly. , has not completely dissipated, obviously not long ago either handled a large amount of medicinal materials, or started to refine elixirs, and walking side by side was a plump figure, with a charming look between her eyes. Clothing nun.

These two people have similar cultivation bases, they are both in the early stage of Golden Core, as for the people behind them, most of them are in the foundation establishment stage, and the other two are only in the late stage of Qi training. The clothes of these people are mostly cyan and blue, and on the cuffs or storage bags of all of them, there is a pattern of the same pattern of 'medicine pot', which is the gate of the spirit pot in the South China Sea. logo.

The Spirit Pot Sect is now just an inconspicuous small sect in the South China Sea. There are no Nascent Soul cultivators in the sect, and the highest cultivation is the pair of Jindan Taoist couples. The place occupied by their sect is called Linghu Island. It is more than a thousand miles southwest of Binhai City. It is a peninsula extending from Nanzhou into the sea. It is in the shape of a drop of water. It is more than a hundred miles long, neither big nor small.

There are two main mountain ranges running from northwest to southeast on the island, one is Haotong Mountain and the other is Shuiyunling. The auras of the main peaks of the two mountain ranges gather together, which can barely be regarded as a third-level spiritual land. The open space of thirty miles or so in between is the place where the disciples of the Linghu Sect practice in the foundation building period and qi training period. As for the two of them, although they have been husband and wife for many years, they do not live together on weekdays, but are still practicing in their respective caves. Of course, there is also the reason why Lingfeng's aura is not enough to allow two Jindan real people to practice at the same time.

Putting this kind of situation in the secular world, some people will be surprised, thinking that the relationship between the husband and wife must be extremely bad, so they live apart, and the good people in the neighbors will definitely gossip behind their backs and whisper non-stop. However, it is very common among high-ranking monks in the world of cultivating immortals. After all, the two of them have lived for so long, and they are not practicing yin and yang. It doesn't have to be day and night.

After the group of people set foot on the deserted island, the nun in plain clothes pinched the magic formula in her hand and recited the formula a few times silently. Then she closed her eyes tightly, and a faint light of enlightenment flashed across her face. The middle-aged man paid 12 points of attention, observing the movement nearby to prevent some accidents from happening.

The two Jindan monks still looked like this, most of the disciples behind were extremely quiet, except for the two young men and women in the late stage of Qi training, looking left and right, constantly looking around, seeing the plain-clothed female cultivator in front put down. Come, after receiving the Fajue, he ran over quickly, and when he wanted to say something, he heard a cold snort, and immediately became honest.

Taking a closer look, these two young men and women are somewhat similar to this pair of Jindan Taoist couples.

"Okay, you two monkeys are also quieter, you are almost twenty years old, why are you still so outrageous. Be more stable, understand?" Su Yi female cultivator walked slowly in front of the two, I tidied up the somewhat messy collar for my daughter.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man became even more serious, and without showing any trace, he walked sideways between the mother and daughter, and said with the same expression: "My lady, have you found anything?"

The female cultivator in plain clothes shook her head with a smile. Before the man could speak, the girl in Tsing Yi who was pushed aside by her father hurried to the other side of her mother, took her arm and said:

"That Huijiu must be here. Brother Chen and I have both seen it. At that time, it was holding several ringed sea snakes. There are no other islands near here, and it doesn't know how to make a nest in the sea. It must be there. This island. Could it be that it just went out and is not here?"

Senior Brother Chen and Senior Brother Zhuang that the girl was talking about were the two monks standing in front of the late stage of Foundation Establishment. He is the one with the highest cultivation besides this pair of Jindan Dao couples present. However, the unintentional mana fluctuations on this person showed that the mana in his body was not pure and solid. It seemed that he was greedy for speed in his practice, and there was still a long way to go before consummation.

Brother Zhuang, who had built the ninth floor of the foundation, heard what the younger sister said. He stroked his gray beard, nodded with a smile, and did not speak. When he and Junior Brother Chen were on the road, they had already told their master and wife everything. He knew that the master was testing the children of the school, so he didn't want to say much.

Huijiu is a kind of exotic bird. Its head is shaped like an eagle, and it stands two or three feet tall. When it grows up, it can be compared to a third-order monster. It is covered with iron feathers. The ringed sea snake is not a different species, and it is difficult to gather spirits to become a monster, but this poisonous snake is a famous poisonous thing in the South China Sea. Suppress the toxicity in a few breaths, and you will die!

Normally, this kind of exotic bird will not prey on the highly toxic poison of the spotted ringed sea snake. Only in the few months before laying eggs, the adult bird needs to eat a large amount of poison to secrete a kind of sap. Otherwise, even if the eggs are hatched, the young birds will easily die.

The most precious part of this bird is not the beak and claws, but the feathers that have been peeled off along with the skin.

From a distance, the feathers on this body look like gray with black, which is unattractive and inconspicuous, but if you look at it closely, it will become colorful and dazzling. Of course, in addition to being gorgeous, the refined Huijiu Yuyi cloak can hide the wearer's aura. As long as the two are not too different in cultivation, it is absolutely difficult for the other party to detect.

Fan Kun, who was originally refining elixir on Xiaofeng Island, heard the report from his disciples, and immediately discussed it with his wife. In the name of going back to the sect, he led the disciples to rush towards Qianxinghai without stopping. Come.

Zhuang surnamed Zhuji knew that his junior sister didn't notice Huijiu's predation of sea snakes, and couldn't help feeling sorry for her.

Suddenly, there was a strange sharp hissing sound of "咴咴" in the clouds, and then a cloud of gray gas fell from the clouds.

"Huijiu!"

Fan Kun and his Taoist couple glanced at each other, then immediately raised their heads and looked in the same direction, with a gleam of joy flashing across their faces. However, the next moment, the two of them froze.

Because before the Huijiu fell down, a young monk in a blue shirt had already stepped forward and grabbed the Huijiu's ankle, looking extremely relaxed. Zhang Shiping weighed the Huijiu in his hand, and put it in the storage bag, he looked at the people below, and felt it with his spiritual sense, and there were actually two acquaintances among them.

His expression was a bit strange, because before that, the Taoist priest of the Spirit Pot Sect bid farewell to him, saying that there was some urgent matter to be dealt with in the sect, and he had to go back for a few days. Now the people and the sea have been at war for several years, Zhang Shiping has been assigned by the sect to be in charge of refining some spirit pills for the needs of Jindan Nascent Soul cultivators, and this fellow Daoist Fan from the Spirit Pot Gate is an expert in alchemy Master Ji Shen, his sudden resignation caused Zhang Shiping quite a headache, but he didn't want to see them here at this moment.

"I've seen Fellow Daoist Fan, Fellow Daoist Shen, and you." Zhang Shiping flew towards the people at the Spirit Pot Gate, landed slowly, and said with a smile.