Journey To Longevity

"Let's go, I want to see who it is who has cultivated to such a level without making a sound!" Ao Yu said sharply after hearing this.

The nearly 100-foot-long blue dragon broke through the rolling waves and appeared on the small island in the blink of an eye.

But when it arrived on the island, it just felt the remaining evil spirit, and Ye Yuan and Ao Ji were only one step away.

The three Huashen Venerables of the Sea Clan landed on the island almost at the same time.

"Is this the breath of my Xuangui clan?" Ye Yuan said in a low voice, with some doubts in his tone.

And the two flood dragons that landed on the island also looked at Ye Yuan in unison, as if they were waiting for his answer.

But at the next moment, Ye Yuan's expression suddenly changed, and he said in a deep voice: "It seems that other monks are plotting against us, should we leave here first?"

"Let's wait for a while, the matter of the demon soul is almost over now, I want to see who is doing this kind of trick that can't be put on the table." Ao Yu said unhurriedly.

"Since it wasn't done by the juniors of the Daoyou clan, it's nothing more than Jue Yue, Yu Xing, Cao Xiu, Ming Yu, and Kun Yu. By the way, how are those two from Beiming Xuandian and Wanzhanghai thinking about it? Now that the last two demon souls are gone, if we don't cooperate, we really have no chance." Ao Ji said with a nod.

"It should be soon, after all, the time left now is only five or six years. Taking advantage of this opportunity, let's wait for them and see what happens?" Ye Yuan said.

These Hai Clan Huashen Venerables were naturally talking about Kunzhang from Beiming Xuandian and Suanmiao from Wanzhanghai.

Time passed slowly, and about half an hour later, on an unnamed small island in the South China Sea, on an ancient pine magic circle in the middle of the island, there was a flash of inspiration, and five monks walked out of it.

Four of them are old monks in gray cloth robes, and there is an old man with white hair and a knot in a bun with dead wood branches.

This island is exactly the ancient teleportation circle that Jue Yue used when he was looking for the green lion two hundred years ago.

Now the four old monks of the bitter generation from the White Horse Temple, the old monster Mu from Wanlingu, and the five gods from the West Desert have come hand in hand to set foot in the territory of Nanzhou.

At the same time, on the island in the North Sea, Qing He and Yu Dan were also present besides the three Huashen of the Hai Clan.

The Xuangui and Jiaolong, the three Sea Clan venerables, did not transform into human forms, but manifested in their own bodies and landed on the island. After all, when the monks are fighting, the Sea Clan manifests itself, whether it is physical fitness or some secret techniques unique to the Clan, they are more handy.

Although Qing He and Yu Dan looked calm on the surface, they were already extremely vigilant in their hearts. As newly-promoted cultivators of Huashen, although relying on the profound background of Xuanyuanzong and Bixiao Palace, regardless of the cost, they have established a stable realm in a short period of time, but this is not as good as Xuangui Yeyuan and Qingjiao Ao. In front of the two veteran Huashen, there must still be no negligence.

In the small world, it is difficult to tell the winner between the gods, and there will be no birth or death in a short period of time. But this is not certain, Venerable Hongyue first beheaded and killed the Huashen of the clan Qin, and then killed Cao Zitong in the inner hall of Nanwu. With such a precedent, all the Huashen dare not take it lightly!

Not long after, in the void about a hundred miles away from the island, a deep space crack suddenly appeared, and the five gods of the Western Desert walked out of it, and then came back in the form of light.

"They are here." Qing He said.

Ximo didn't directly cross the space crack, so it was obviously a little bit scrupulous to land on this island. Some things are not afraid of 10,000, just in case, if the Nanzhou human race and the sea monks set up a decisive battle, then it will be difficult for them to retreat completely.

They left the distance of a hundred miles just to confirm whether there were any traps ahead.

At the same time, the three members of the island's Shanghai family still closed their eyes and meditated, without saying a word.

Fleeing light and flying, after about a cup of tea, the few people from Ximo flew down to the island without any haste.

"I've seen fellow Taoists." The suffering old monk in the White Horse Temple said first.

Then everyone greeted each other.

"Everyone, I wonder if it was Ye Ning or Cao Xiu who solved the last two demon souls? It seems that at the last moment, things are starting to get interesting." Venerable Mu asked with a smile.

The mysterious tortoise demon aura that was here before was overwhelmed by its huge monster aura that transformed into a god after Ye Yuan's appearance. The people from the White Horse Temple who came from behind did not notice it.

"Then I have to ask Fellow Daoist Ye." Yu Dan said. After he and Qing He received the news from Cao Xiu, they rushed over impatiently, and finally found the island where the Hai Clan was located.

"It's not us." Ye Yuan said slowly.

"Wait a minute, fellow Taoists Kunzhang and Suan Miao will come later." Ao Yu said.

"Interesting, the old guy Kunzhang is also here. That guy has always been obsessed with the Bifang Nine Birds Token in my hand. Let's make a bet, he will definitely ask about it when he comes!" Mu Zun said.

"I bet it will, how about you?" Yu Dan said first.

"Me? You are the same as when you were a Nascent Soul, and you are still like this when you transform into a god, so I won't gamble. But fellow Daoist Qinghe, I heard that there is a little guy in Guizong who has the Golden Crow and Nine Birds Token in his hand. This time Are you going to take it out?" Venerable Mu gave a wry smile, and sat down cross-legged.

"That's the junior's own chance." Qing He said.

"Really? It's a pity! More than a hundred years ago, I heard from Donglin that there was a Jindan junior in Guizong who had obtained the Nine Birds Order. I wanted to come to Nanzhou, but it was a pity that Xiao Chengwu came here with his simple sword. I went to Wanlingu and saw his posture as if he wanted to cut off my old roots, otherwise I would have taken the Nine Birds Token." Venerable Mu sighed.

"We were the ones who got you in trouble, otherwise the suffering people wouldn't be targeting fellow daoists like this." Suffering said.

Sufferers was Xiao Chengwu's dharma name when he was in the White Horse Temple, and now only these old monks would call him that, and the other monks who transformed themselves into gods no longer fit them so well.

"He has such a temper. Before he practiced, he was a ranger who loved to draw his sword to help him. He killed people, demons and ghosts. He always wanted to cut down all the injustices in the world with one knife. It was even worse after he started practicing. I lost my mind, my temperament changed drastically, I couldn't distinguish between good and evil, and my hands were stained with many wronged souls, and finally I threw myself into the temple and cultivated my body. Suffering people, are you still you?" Kushen sighed.

After the words fell, an old man in common clothes stepped on the back of the giant kun and came riding the wind and waves. He responded coldly:

"I don't practice good fruits in my life, I just love to kill people and set fire. Suddenly I opened the golden shackles, and I realized that I was me. Kushen, you are still you, saying that all living beings suffer in this life in order to cultivate future blessings. Practicing for a lifetime, but only cultivated. I watched with a cold eye. Since it is for the afterlife, why are you here today?"