Journey To Longevity

This eagle-eyed and tall-nosed old man is Peng Yang, a newly promoted monk of the Zhongpeng tribe in northern Xinjiang for a hundred years.

The northern border has always been wild and desolate, and the spirit clan is the most respected, and the Kun and Peng clans are the best among them.

When Kunzhang, a cultivator who transformed himself into a god among the Kun clan, was still in Xiaohuanjie, he wanted to prevent it from getting involved in Nanzhou affairs. After dealing with the clan, Hongyue stayed in Nanzhou, while Xiao Chengwu went to the northern border, alone in the ice ocean, bullying all clans, restraining Kunzhang so that he would not dare to act rashly.

As for Xuan Shan, because he has a little relationship with Xuan Yuanzong, he chose to live in seclusion and not help each other. After all, Zhengyang Zhenjun, the patriarch of the Zhengyang sect, and Qinghe and Duyu's masters were his registered disciples.

During this period, he only shot a few times when the cultivators of various races were secretly plotting against Nanzhou.

Of course, Xuan Shan was not a monk of the Xuanyuan Sect, and had never signed the Yinming Oath among the five sects, otherwise he would not have been able to attack Misty Valley at that time.

Pengyang glanced at Kunkui, and said in a deep voice:

"This is the internal affairs of your Kun Clan, and I don't have much to say. But right now, the Human Clan is powerful, whether it's our Spirit Clan or the Sea Clan. If we can save a little vitality, we can have more strength to deal with the pressure from the Human Clan. Although Kun Zhen is stupid, you should mention it anyway, it will be useful to be able to conceive a baby."

"It's hard to persuade the damned ghost. It's not like the old man didn't tell it the pros and cons. Between the Nanzhou human race and the Hai clan, whichever battle was fought by the two sides alone, since it can't understand this, sooner or later it will be a Die. Besides, it didn't tell the old man about it, otherwise the two of us, together with Ye Qi and Ao Xuan, might be able to kill Du Yu and the others in the Barbarian Domain." Kunkui snorted coldly With a sound, he said with a gloomy face.

"From ancient times to the present, have you ever heard that the person in charge of the spiritual treasure of the Xuanyuan Sect was beheaded by other monks of the same rank?" Peng Yang said with a smile.

"Even if he has a way to escape, what about the others? It would be great if Gu Zhang and Shi Heng can be eliminated." Kunkui said.

"Okay, the matter has passed, so there is no need to say more if it is useless. Since Ye Qi and Ao Xuan think that they don't need our help and didn't inform them in advance, they should ask for trouble. Now the false spirit of Nanzhou Huo may be able to appear in the world in dozens of years. In the past, Hong Yue and many other venerables joined forces to lead the Ariel Secret Realm to be destroyed, but by chance, Luo Hu was attracted, so that the results of the battle were obtained by Qing He and Ao Ji , it is thanks to this that they were able to advance to the rank of God Transformation at the last moment. Although the value of this false spiritual fire cannot be compared with it, it is also a great opportunity. Even if we can't grab it, we will definitely People from the five sects can't get it," Peng Yang said.

"Naturally. But have you contacted that venerable over the years, did it come from your seniors?" Kunkui asked.

"Since that one appeared in Yuanxiao City, I have searched through the records of the clan for five thousand years, especially those ancestors who went out and disappeared, but none of them can match. In recent years, I tried to contact the other party with the secret method of blood, but I didn't receive any response. This venerable Dapeng may not have Kunpeng blood in his body, but came from the golden-winged roc." Peng Yang said disappointedly.

In fact, it didn't have too many expectations for this. After all, among the various tribes, once a monk reaches the realm of the great demon, most of them will leave a lamp of life in the tribe. If the senior Dapeng in the transformation stage really came from the Peng tribe in Northern Xinjiang, then there must be a lamp of life.

Although the Kun and Peng races have different forms, their ancestors are both true spirits of Kun and Peng.

However, in ancient times, apart from the Kunpeng, the true spirit of the Peng clan, there was also the famous golden-winged roc, with a wing of 90,000 miles, when the wind and clouds rise, with both wings spread, the clouds and mists whizzing, reaching 180,000 miles in an instant, galloping across the Three Realms, Traveling through the void is also a piece of cake.

However, this golden-winged roc is different from Kunpeng's arrogance. He prefers to be free and unrestrained. Even in ancient times, he rarely appeared in the spirit world.

"Since that's the case, there's no need to bother. This senior may really be from the Golden-winged Roc clan. If he wants to, he will naturally find us." Kunkui said slowly.

After saying this, it pondered for a while, and then continued:

"Now the White Horse Temple is being ruled by that old guy Jueming. Although this person has always been aloof from the world, I don't know if he will not be able to resist snatching it after the false spiritual fire appears. The background of the White Horse Temple is too deep. If the few of us didn't join forces, I'm afraid we won't get the slightest benefit from it."

But Peng Yang couldn't help laughing after hearing this:

"The ones who are most worried about this right now should not be us, but Xuanyuanzong. As long as we wait patiently, we may be able to watch a good show. But there is one thing that is more difficult. Once we Nascent Soul cultivators arrive In Nanzhou, there may be some unnecessary fights between each other. For now, we should send a few human golden core monks who have taken refuge with us, just to keep an eye on them, and there is no need to take other actions."

"This old man thinks the same way. Ye Qi, Ao Xuan, and Suan Zhu have suffered such a big loss this time, and they will definitely not let it go. Before the false spiritual fire was born, I am afraid that it will not be so peaceful. Kunkui said, a ray of light flashed in his eyes.

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On a small mountain more than ten miles away from the Resentful Fire Valley in Nanzhou.

Now many disciples of the Xuanyuan Sect are evacuating the mortals within a hundred li radius, while Zhang Shiping walks slowly in the mountains with his hands behind his back, looking towards the Valley of Resentment Fire from time to time, with some doubts in his eyes.

As for Tianfeng, Qiu Cong, and Qingyu, they had already returned to the sect first, making preparations for the coming storm.

"Golden Crow, Bi Fang, Qinglong, the breath of the true spirit, the fire of the false spirit?" Zhang Shiping thought to himself, thinking about the connection between them.

He walked very slowly, brushing aside the leaves in the forest, and suddenly heard a chirping sound, and looked up.

Among the treetops, there were a few brightly colored birds jumping up and down, playing non-stop.

Zhang Shiping couldn't help smiling, and stretched out his hand, and a bird with blue feathers was attracted by the spiritual energy and flew to the palm of his hand.

"Chirp, chirp..." The little bird turned its head and looked at it with its small round eyes.

"Let's go." Zhang Shiping suddenly thought of something, and then a ball of spiritual energy appeared in his palm, and he leaned over and placed it in the weeds beside him.

Then he turned his hand and took out the bronze lamp, his eyes fell on the Bi Fang brand on the lamp, and then turned his head to look at the valley of resentment.

After a few breaths, Zhang Shiping put away the bronze lamp, strode forward, and laughed loudly: "So that's it, it's already in my hands!"

The laughter echoed in the forest, and the little bird standing on the grass pole seemed to feel the joy, and chirped crisply.