Journey To Longevity

Zhang Shiping hadn't taken a few steps, Yuan Ying Patriarch, who stayed in the city to guard, had already come from all directions, and arrived at the place where the breath of the two erupted, overlooking the bloody mist covering half of the long street from the sky.

Apart from Patriarch Qingyu, there were three other people who stood in the air and surrounded the two people in the long street tightly.

One of them was a silver-haired nun, wearing a light blue palace dress with wide sleeves, graceful and graceful, exquisite and cute, but don't look at her so pretty. You must know that monks who have practiced to the Yuanying stage, even monks with heavenly spiritual roots like Du Yu, have spent more than 300 years under the vigorous cultivation of Xuanyuanzong, so we can know that this female monk should not be too old. small. In fact, this Nishang fairy is one of the several Yuanying patriarchs of Bixiao Palace, who entered the sect a little later than Shimeng Great Cultivator, and is more than 2,500 years old, which can be called an advanced age.

In addition, there is a middle-aged man with a handsome face and a fan, and a rich old man with a wine-red nose. These two are the Yuanying Zhenjun under the command of the Red Moon Venerable.

The four of them were all Nascent Soul mid-stage monks, and they came together hand in hand, looking indifferently at the blood mist below. They took a few glances, and their faces suddenly became solemn. In the fog, the four of them only noticed one Nascent Soul cultivator, while the other seemed to disappear without a trace.

"Interesting." Zhenjun Mingyu, the fan-wielding man at the head, opened the fan with a 'swish' sound, and slapped it lightly a few times.

Then he waved his left sleeve, and a white light flew out. The brilliance did not dissipate, but condensed into a long shining rope. A section of the rope was submerged in the blood mist. After a few breaths, he stretched out his hand and gently pulled the blood mist. Seventy or eighty people flew out immediately, scattered scattered on another long street.

These are all qi refining monks who were affected by the aftermath of the fight between the two. Although almost half of them had already passed out, perhaps Cang Ming and the two had scruples and controlled them, and none of them died because of this.

Seeing this, the four Nascent Soul cultivators turned pale. They didn't care about the lives of these juniors, but if a few people lost their lives in the Nanming City they were guarding, they would not look good when they said it. Now that they are in their position, there is no great opportunity, and their cultivation is just like this. If they are lucky, it depends on whether they can advance to the later stage of cultivation. Didn't report any expectations.

"Ming Yu wait a minute, let Tong Yu and others take these juniors away, if they really want to do something, it will save these people from losing their lives in vain." True Lord Qingyu saw that Ming Yu seemed to want to do something again, he Hastily opened the mouth to say.

And in the distance, there were three rays of light flying towards them. When they were not far away, the brilliance disappeared, and three Golden Core monks in the same clothes appeared. One of them was a thin man with a bronze complexion. Tongyu in Qingyu's mouth. The commotion just now was so big, it could be seen that the Nascent Soul old monster was fighting, and it was even mixed with a demonic aura. They stayed in the South China Sea for so long, how could they not be clear.

It's just that the three of them are in charge of order in the city this month, so they have to come here, but the road drags on a little bit, and no one can say anything.

Sure enough, as they expected, the ancestors in the city couldn't sit still and came here before them. In this way, they have to show their faces, otherwise the punishment for a breach of duty is inevitable.

Responsible for law enforcement in the city. The Golden Core cultivators responsible for maintaining order in Nanming City and in charge of law enforcement are from the three forces of Hongyuelou, Xuanyuanzong, and Bixiao Palace. After one month, the three parties will send out new Jindan Daoist, and according to this example, they will be divided and managed.

"The three of you will take away these juniors on the ground." Zhenjun Nishang took a look at the three of them and knew what the three of them were thinking about, but she understood and didn't scold them.

It is in nature to seek good luck and avoid disaster. The monks who were able to run before all ran away long ago. Now, on another long street outside the fog, there are only dozens of people lying here and there.

However, although there were no other monks, there were still a dozen or so divine senses sweeping over from time to time. Obviously, the other Nascent Soul Lords in the city were startled by the aura of the fight just now, and now they are paying attention to this matter.

After hearing the words of this fairy in neon clothes, the eyes of the three Jindan masters revealed a hint of joy, and they hurriedly responded, and then the three of them made a move, releasing a hazy aura, which immediately swept up dozens of Qi refining monks on the ground , Flew towards the distance.

After everyone left, the four of them looked at each other, nodded their heads, and confirmed that there were no other monks present, and then the four of them came out each holding a shiny silver token. A white light curtain.

The blood mist in the light curtain rolled endlessly, and after more than ten breaths, it rolled back, and finally disappeared.

"Fellow Daoist Cang Ming, and this fellow Daoist, if the two of you have any holidays, there are plenty of places overseas." The gray-haired Patriarch Qingyu snorted softly, and said in a somewhat hostile tone.

"Don't be angry, Fellow Daoist Qingyu. Just like him, this fellow Daoist is the young master of my Thousand-Eyed Toad Clan. You also know the details of the two of them. Don't worry, I will take them back with me." Cang Ming looked at the four people in mid-air, and said in a deep voice, there was no trace of fear on his face.

"Since the ancestor has an order, then forget it, but will he obey Yu Xing?" Cao Qi, who was still vaguely lingering in blood mist, ignored Qing Yu and the others, and asked Cang Ming instead.

"Don't worry, there won't be another Venerable Wanjian." Cang Ming didn't say this directly, but transmitted it to Cao Qi with his spiritual sense.

"Okay, that's good." After hearing the words, Cao Qi's eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands and laughed.

Then Cao Qi looked up at the few people in the air, he floated up, and said loudly to the crowd: "Fellow Taoists, what happened today is Cao's fault, so I won't stay any longer, see you by fate."

As soon as the words fell, they instantly turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the clouds.

Fu Dahai behind Cangming Yaojun had a frightened look on his face, a bit of satisfaction and a bit of resentment flashed in his eyes. The former demon body differentiated into thirty-six demon souls with secret methods. If the demon souls kill each other, all the cultivation base of the loser will be turned into the merits of the other party, and if the demon soul dies at the hands of others, its soul power will be divided among the remaining demon souls out of thin air.

In the past hundreds of years, there are thirty-six demon souls, including him, there are only five, and the time when the soul and body are united is getting closer and closer.

Fu Haihai frowned, a little annoyed, if he hadn't had some accidents before, he would be like everyone else now, he would already be a Nascent Soul cultivator, why should he linger, when encountering things, he could only hide behind others, and he had nothing to do with it. Backhand power! He understood that Patriarch Qianmu sent Cang Ming in front, saying it was protection, not to mention imprisonment.

But it's not that he doesn't have any opportunities. Over the years, in his practice, Qianmu Patriarch did not make things difficult, but instead gave him what he wanted. Now he is only a thin line away from the late stage of the golden elixir. When he goes back this time, he will take a few pills that will help him break through, and try to become a Nascent Soul cultivator as soon as possible, otherwise he can only be left as a fish.

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And Zhang Shiping has returned to his residence at this moment, on the table in front of him, there is an opened ruby ​​jade box, and the contents inside have already been held by him, it is a scarlet ruby ​​slip slightly smaller than an egg .

At this moment, there was a little doubt on his face, obviously he had read the jade slip.