Journey To Longevity

"It is said that Fellow Daoist Qianmu lived for more than ten thousand years. I thought it was just a rumour, but I didn't want it to happen. But Fellow Daoist Qianmu, why are you doing this? Man Gu Breath is a strange poison in the world. Although it has the ability to prolong life, the price is too heavy. The true spirit will sink here, and it will become a wild beast forever, and there is no possibility of turning over." Suffering said slowly.

Although he can't see Qianmu's appearance with the naked eye, monks who have reached this level already rely more on their own spiritual consciousness for their perception of the outside world.

"Qianmu is just a cavalry under the master's seat, so what does it matter if he lives or dies?" Qianmu said hoarsely, without showing the slightest wavering in his words. It looked around at all the transformation gods present, and its eyes were full of scrutiny.

When everyone heard it, their expressions were different.

"Fellow Daoist Qianmu, it seems that the story told by Hongyue Tower is indeed true. The method of enlightening emptiness and transforming gods that has prevailed for tens of thousands of years is actually the technique of controlling gods passed down by that Demon Lord." Venerable Wood said with a sigh.

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter. Even if the master has not passed down this method, if you want to use the reverse spirit channel to ascend to the spirit world, how can you not pay some price? Besides, with the master's penetrating existence, I will take great pains to design and calculate you mere cultivators in the transformation stage. It’s just a matter of convenience. How to choose in the end is up to you! But if you want to ascend to the spirit world, it depends on which young master can win in the end. After all, In the spirit world, there are so many cultivators who have nowhere to devote themselves to, you have such an opportunity, you are already the envy of others, don't take yourself too seriously!" Qianmu said indifferently.

In the spirit world, although the monks who have transformed into gods or even the monks in the cave are considered outstanding.

But in the eyes of Mahayana monks, they are just bigger ants.

All the Huashen present did not refute when they heard it, because what Qian Mu said was true. Although they are known as venerables in the small world, they do not have the reality of venerables.

Seeing everyone's appearances, Qianmu laughed hoarsely, "Don't worry, you are also considered the pride of the small world. If one day you discover the realm of the hole and the void, you will be able to regain your freedom at that time. Of course, if you can't Then, for the rest of my life, I can just serve my master with peace of mind."

Seeing that Qianmu was so crazy, Qinghe and Yu Dan looked at each other, the worry in their eyes could not be concealed. What monks seek is for longevity and for becoming immortal. If they are driven by others and cannot be free, how can they talk about these things again?

After confirming the truth of this matter, not only Qing He and Yu Dan were so worried, but also the other monks present were similar.

"Fellow Daoist Qianmu, I want to know how many people the Demon Venerable can ascend to the spirit world this time?" Kushen asked.

"There were originally five places last time, but Wan Jian made a bold move. At that time, the master fought against Wan Jian while resisting the power of the small world and maintaining the reverse spirit channel. In the end, only four monks who transformed themselves into gods were saved. Pass safely. I don’t know this time.” Qianmu said.

"Five?" Kushen's eyes were full of joy.

However, his expression immediately sank, "Then just in case, repeat the old story of Wan Jian again. Fellow Daoist Qianmu, why don't you let me get rid of Yu Xing, how about it?"

When Xiao Chengwu heard Kushen say this, his eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Inappropriate. When the master sent me into the small world ten thousand years ago, he told me that no matter how the mystery of the soul merged, there should be no changes." Qianmu seemed a little moved, but finally shook shook his head.

"In this way, I'm afraid that Wan Jian in the past and Yu Xing today are both within Mozun's expectation." Xiao Chengwu said.

"Master's mind, is it something I can guess? Well, since all the young masters have appeared, and it is only three years before the master arrives, you all prepare to go, whether you want to, fellow Taoists, decide for yourself. It is." Qianmu said.

While it was speaking, the squirming flesh and blood finally became a little normal.

As soon as it finished speaking, it drove the billowing black clouds and flew towards Baimang Mountain.

The crowd immediately turned into several rays of light and scattered in all directions.

No monk wants to pass through the gap in space in front of other fellow Taoists at the same level, lest others violently attack.

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Two days later.

On the other side, in an inconspicuous second-order spiritual mountain thousands of miles away from Binhai City.

The younger foundation-building cultivator of the Bai family was looking at the broken fate card in his hand with a sad face in the ancestral hall, and several of the life lamps in the hall representing his late-stage Qi training monks were also extinguished. It is obvious that these people have already suffered an accident.

But at this moment, a voice suddenly sounded.

"Looks like this is here." A middle-aged black-clothed monk walked in through the door as if no one was there.

When the head of the Bai family saw the person coming, he felt it a little, and his face changed drastically.

"The head of the Bai family, Bai Zizai, pays respects to senior. I don't know if senior is here, what orders do you have?" Bai Zizai clasped his hands and said immediately.

"It seems that you have recognized my identity and understood my reason for coming." Zhang Tianwu said slowly.

As soon as the words fell, the head of the Bai family suddenly threw a dark bead in his hand towards Zhang Tianwu.

Zhang Tianwu changed his body shape, dodged the thunder ball easily, and appeared in front of Bai Zizai in a flash. His five claws wrapped in Mu Xuan's evil energy smashed through the spiritual energy shield that the opponent hastily set up.

Then he tightly grabbed Bai Zizai's neck.

Before this person had time to utter the slightest begging sound, Zhang Tianwu just heard a click, and Zhang Tianwu had already pinched the opponent's neck, and his movements were extremely neat.

As for the loud bang of the Thunder Bead's explosion, it was heard for a mile or two, but the other monks of the Bai family could no longer hear the warning sound.

"Have the other monks of the Bai family dealt with it?" Zhang Tianwu said calmly.

With his voice down.

"The one hundred and twenty-seven qi refining monks and six hundred and forty-seven mortals of the Bai family have all been taken care of. Elders Zhixing and Zhiming have just received news, and there are only eighteen Bai who are outside. The family monks are also eliminated." Zhang Bixing said, he was holding a white brocade handkerchief, wiping the blood on the sword, and came in from the door.

Zhang Tianwu put one hand on Bai Zizai's celestial spirit cover, held the other party's soul in his hand, and used the method of searching for the soul.

Not long after, he crushed his soul into bits of aura.

"That's good. Let's search here, take away everything that can be taken away, and burn everything that can't be taken away, and turn it into a casual cultivator." Zhang Tianwu nodded and said.

He tore off Bai Zizai's storage bag, and with a flick of his fingers, a small fireball the size of an egg fell down and burned it up.

"Understood." Zhang Bixing put away the long sword, turned and walked out.

Outside the ancestral hall, there are already dozens of Zhang Family Foundation Establishment Qi Refining monks waiting.