Journey To Longevity

The people of Xuanyuanzong flew high in the sky, above the stratus clouds, and traveled north all the way to the top of Panchong Mountain, the highest peak in Nanzhou.

And there are already several people here, Yu Rui, the real ruler of Bixiao Palace, standing behind him are two male and female monks who look very young, and four gray-haired old men, the two are on the left, The two are on the right.

The identities of the young male and female monks on the side of Bixiao Palace, the male is naturally the young master of Xifeng Pavilion Chu Yu, and the female is Yu Wenfei, the disciple of the True Monarch of Nishang who has passed away and sits down. These two are Bixiao The new Yuanying in the palace for nearly a hundred years.

Among the four elders, the two on the right are quite familiar to Zhang Shiping, one is Linghu Yong, and the other is Guan Nan, both of them are elders of the inner sect of Bixiao Palace.

The old man in civilian clothes on the left was from the Chu family. Zhang Shiping watched his aura and knew that this person was already at the middle stage of Yuanying cultivation. This person was born in Xifeng Pavilion, and his background is beyond the comparison of ordinary Nascent Soul.

Another blue-clothed old man, Taoist name Songming, was born as a loose cultivator, and he was at the early stage of Yuanying. It is said that this person has a good friendship with Changshen, and he should be an elder guest of Bixiao Palace.

Among the five sects, Nascent Soul cultivators can actually be divided into three types.

The first type is the sect's personal inheritance, such as Yu Rui, Du Yu, etc., who have been in the sect since they were young. If they are successful in cultivation, they can be the ones who can inherit the Lingbao. Even if it is only the initial cultivation base of Yuanying, but with the protection of Lingbao, even the big monk can be evenly matched.

Of course, this refers to those great monks who have no inherited spiritual treasures.

The second type is like Zhang Shiping, who entered halfway. Although he is an inner sect elder, he can only be in charge of one side's affairs.

As for the last type, they are the elders Ke Qing, most of these people are Nascent Soul Loose Cultivators who do not want to join the sect. Zongmen gave him an offering, and usually didn't ask them for any help. It's just for these Nascent Soul Loose Cultivators not to make trouble when something important happens.

"I've seen you all." Du Yu said with a smile.

Like everyone else, Zhang Shiping bowed his hands in salute, and then sat cross-legged in a slightly open place, waiting for the arrival of the monks from the other three sects.

He sized up the seven True Monarchs of Bixiao Palace, and then withdrew his gaze. He turned to look at the sea of ​​billowing clouds under the mountain peak, the surface of the sea glowed with a faint golden light under the sun.

Through the vast sea of ​​clouds, mountains, rivers and seas can be vaguely seen, just like a picture scroll.

Panchong Mountain is nearly 20,000 zhang high. Ordinary people want to climb here, not to mention the poisonous insects, beasts, ghosts and monsters in the mountain. Even the air here is extremely thin, which is not something they can bear.

And these are trivial matters for Nascent Soul cultivators, and they can be reached in a moment if they go up against the wind.

Zhang Shiping looked at the sea of ​​clouds and remained silent.

The monks practice all their lives, just for longevity. It doesn't matter if it's just eight hundred years, or two or three thousand years, to that desolate world, it's just a moment. There are so many Nascent Soul monks in ancient and modern times who were powerful in all directions during their lifetime, but lost their reputation within a few years after their death.

Except for those old friends and enemies who occasionally remember and remember, how can anyone else remember?

Just as he was meditating, a voice as warm as water suddenly came from behind him:

"I heard that Fellow Daoist Shiheng was seriously injured a few years ago, but he seems to be fine today. I'm really happy to congratulate you."

Zhang Shiping turned around and said slowly: "Thank you, Fellow Daoist Yu, for your concern. The injury is no longer serious."

"However, the left arm of Fellow Daoist seems to be made of wood spirits condensed by the method of "Qingxuan Liansheng", rather than the real body of flesh and blood. If it encounters a golden fire thing, it will be restrained. Zhang Daoyou should be careful in the future." Yu Wenfei smiled cleverly and said in a soft voice.

"Since fellow daoist recognized the details of my left arm at a glance, do you think there is a way to get rid of this hidden danger?" Zhang Shiping asked, he stretched out his left arm, and the wide sleeve slipped off, revealing the forearm. Its skin color is no different from other people's ordinary arms.

It's just that in the eyes of other Nascent Soul cultivators, this left arm is full of wood spirit energy, which is extremely eye-catching. But other people can't recognize at a glance that it is a derivative of the law of "Qing Xuan Lian Sheng" like this fellow Daoist Yu in front of him.

"That's true, but..." Yu Wenfei shook his head lightly.

"Tell me, is there any way, what does Zhang need to do?" Zhang Shiping said unhurriedly.

"I heard that there is a four-faced head under the seat of the Taoist friend. The natural supernatural powers are the most capable of dispelling evil and detoxification. It just so happens that I have a Qinyuan bee tail needle, which needs to be detoxified. If the Taoist friend is willing to help, then this group of harmless souls will be fine. It's the price." Yu Wenfei said, flipped out a ball of flesh and blood the size of a fist, and lightly tossed it into the air, dissipating the imprisoned mana.

I saw that this mass of flesh and blood was unconstrained by mana, and began to squirm restlessly. Dense bloodshots appeared on the surface, which grew from vellus hair to an inch long in an instant, and continued to grow.

In just a few breaths, these bloodshot threads were like long hair, fluttering in the wind.

Zhang Shiping waved his hand casually, and several blood threads that were about to touch his clothes were cut off.

The bloodshot fell on the ground, still wriggling, and soon eroded a small hole in the earth and stone.

With a thought in Yu Wenfei's mind, a fireball fell and burned it to pieces, and then there was no movement. She asked with a smile, "I don't know if you have confirmed this thing?"

"It is true that there is no harm to the flesh of the beast to have this kind of vitality. It's just that the poison of the Qinyuan bee is all in its tail needle, and the magical effect of this thing is also based on this poison. Daoist friends want to get rid of it, but it's out of luck Contrary to my expectations. Fellow Daoist, why is this so? I don’t want to ask too many questions, but my four non-identical hairs are now in the process of transforming into form. It’s really not good to let it waste my energy and time. Then let's talk about it after it takes shape, I wonder if it's okay?" Zhang Shiping nodded and said, under his spiritual observation, the reason why the earth and rocks in the pit disappeared was all swallowed by those blood threads.

It is rumored that the harmless beast is a strange beast with the head of a pig and the body of a deer. Although this beast has no cultivation base, it is born with an indestructible body. It is difficult to kill it with swords and magic weapons. It can only destroy its soul with the power of spiritual thoughts.

As for the Qinyuan bee, it is also a strange beast, shaped like a bird, its tail needle is very poisonous, if it is stung, its flesh and blood will wither like rotten wood.

"The concubine will congratulate fellow Taoist priests in advance to transform into a spirit beast and be promoted to a demon lord." Yu Wenfei said.

She stretched out her hand and tapped it a few times, and a series of spiritual nets transformed with mana suddenly appeared around the growing undamaged flesh, bound the nets, and then stretched out her hand to call them back.

After another cup of tea time, startled rainbows flew in from all directions, and Yuanying from Misty Valley, Shuiyueyuan, and Xuanming Palace also arrived one after another.

It's just that when Misty Valley came, that Yi Xuedan looked at Zhang Shiping with a smile on his face, and his eyes fell on his left arm, wanting to stretch out his hand to hold it.

Seeing this, Zhang Shiping turned his lower body slightly expressionlessly, walked past her, and came among the crowd.