Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Exactly right!"

Protector Bao and all the Nascent Soul cultivators all looked at Wang Yan in disbelief.

Even Tang Ji, Protector Jiang, Protector Li, and Xi Wushang, who had long been convinced of Wang Yan, could not help but be dumbfounded at this moment.

Wang Ba's expression remained unchanged. The attention from the Yuanying monks was not a big pressure on him now.

He quickly said to Tang Ji:

"Uncle Tang, please quickly ask him how far he is from Hutou Pass. Are these thirty-odd Nascent Souls together, or are they coming from different places, and what direction are they coming from..."

At the same time, he quickly arranged: "Protector Bao, you ask the sect for help immediately. Although you may not be able to make it in time, in case of big changes later, this can be regarded as a backup plan."

Protector Bao was startled, but he didn't expect that Wang Yan would make arrangements for him.

He hesitated slightly, but he couldn't help but think of Wang Ba's guess just now.

Almost perfect!

After only hesitating for a moment, he solemnly handed over:

"yes!"

After saying that, he left.

Tang Ji quickly threw a token to him:

"This is the opening token for the third floor of the Ghost City. It will take some time to open..."

Protector Bao was stunned for a moment, then he quickly took the token solemnly and flew towards the ghost market.

Tang Ji also immediately asked.

Song Dongyang, whose whereabouts had been discovered, did not deliberately seal up the Lingxi Stone this time, and quickly replied:

"In all directions! There are Shi, Lao, and Wei!"

"The most people come from Lao country..."

"Damn it! More and more people are coming from Lao country!"

"We are still more than five thousand miles away from Hutou Pass! We have too many Daqi monks with us, so we can't run fast!"

Wang Ba's face darkened and he immediately said:

"Let him give up those Daqi monks quickly! Rush back with all your strength!"

Tang Ji quickly replied.

In the Lingxi Stone, Song Dongyang said impatiently:

"no!"

"There are descendants of the Da Qi royal family here. The gods of Da Qi dispersed and refined most of the resources in the Da Qi treasury into the bodies of these people! They must be taken away!"

As soon as this statement came out.

Everyone on top of the Jade Emperor suddenly felt their hearts sink.

Only Wang Ba frowned.

In his opinion, if resources are gone, you can find another way, but if you lose your life, you have nothing.

Although Tang Ji gave some advice, Song Dongyang persisted like never before:

"If this resource is in place, it will definitely speed up the progress of the Tribulation Raft. The sect is now gradually unable to make ends meet in building the Tribulation Raft. We have been raised by the sect for more than a thousand years. How can we give up so easily at such a juncture!"

"Besides, as long as we persist until Elder Huashen arrives, we'll be done."

"If we can get to the teleportation array, I will stay behind. You just need to respond to these Daqi monks in time!"

After hearing Song Dongyang's words, everyone couldn't help but look shocked.

Even Tang Ji couldn't help but be moved. He looked at Wang Yan and said in a deep voice:

"Right Protector, what do you think?"

Wang Hao glanced at everyone's expressions and sighed slightly in his heart.

For these Nascent Soul monks who spend most of their time living in the sect, there is not much difference between the sect and their own homes.

In particular, the atmosphere within the sect is harmonious, and most of the disciples are close to each other.

As the deputy master of the first palace, Song Dongyang would rather take risks personally, or even die alone, to contribute to the sect, which is evident.

This situation...

Wang Hao thought quickly in his mind, and something suddenly occurred to him, and he immediately raised his head and looked at Tang Ji:

"Tang Zhengshou, have the four Mandrills exploded before?"

Tang Ji was startled and didn't understand what Wang Hao meant when he suddenly mentioned this.

But he immediately said:

"Not yet, the puppet's senses are still there."

"Are you worried that something will go wrong? Don't worry, I'm afraid that I won't be able to kill them by bombing them, so the ones I use are very precious special Tianleizi. Even if you are in the middle and late stages of Nascent Soul's physical training, you will still be infuriated if you are caught off guard!"

"And I put more."

Wang Haowei glanced at Tang Ji with some admiration, and then asked quickly:

"Where are you now?"

Although Tang Ji didn't understand what Wang Ba meant when he heard this, he still sensed it and said immediately:

"We have almost reached the vicinity of Xiangguo and Yanguo..."

Wang Hao was immediately convinced, and immediately said:

"Shou Tang, tell Palace Master Song to slow down immediately!"

"slow?"

Tang Ji and everyone else were all shocked.

"Here, slow down?"

Some monks who already had some trust in Wang Yan couldn't help but question him after hearing this.

"Yes! Slow down!"

"At the same time, immediately restrain their aura and make sure that people feel that they are not strong enough!"

Wang Ba showed determination and said quickly:

"Shou Tang, everyone, let's set off immediately!"

Tang Ji had just finished conveying the message to Song Dongyang. Hearing the words, he couldn't help but look stunned:

"T-Let's go?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at Wang Yan, feeling completely stunned.

Li Yingfu couldn't help but said:

"Right Protector, where should we go?"

"Go to Song State's teleportation array, go to Hutou Pass! Meet the Song Palace Master!"

Wang Hao didn't hesitate at all and immediately spoke.

After hearing Wang Hao's words, everyone was stunned and immediately looked at Wang Hao with shock. They did not expect that Wang Hao, a golden elixir monk, would be so courageous.

Tang Ji also glanced at Wang Hao, and then quickly said:

"Leave two people to watch, let's go!"

Having said that, he flew out first.

But Wang Ba followed closely behind and also flew out.

Tang Ji noticed Wang Yan and immediately frowned: "Why are you following me? You are just a golden elixir..."

Wang Ba looked calm:

"I won't go with you. I'll wait for you to come back here at the teleportation array."

In mid-air, Tang Ji's figure suddenly stiffened slightly.

There was a hint of speechlessness in his eyes.

He also said that this kid has changed his temper, but he didn't expect it to be like this.

But despite this, it is obviously extremely difficult for Junior Nephew Wang to take the initiative to take risks with his temperament.

Thinking of this, he wrapped a roll of mana around Wang Yan and quickly flew towards the teleportation array buried in the Song Dynasty.

At the same time, he also heard Wang Ba's voice, and a flash of surprise suddenly flashed in his eyes.

…

Yan State.

It is one of the many vassal states of Dayan.

The territory is highly hierarchical, and several sects that specialize in providing blood sacrifices for the original demon sect rule the entire country.

From time to time, monks from the original demon sect would come to inspect.

This day.

A large auspicious cloud flew over Yanguo.

Fairy sounds linger above the auspicious clouds, and golden lotuses descend from the sky.

There are vaguely goddesses, strong men, treasure couches, and tents.

Deep in the auspicious clouds, four gorgeous palaces slowly line up side by side.

The words 'Ou', 'Ji', 'Fan' and 'Shen' are hung on the flags next to the palace.

It's just that although they are all gorgeous, there are many differences among the waiters around the palace.

There are many attendants in three of them, including many Nascent Soul monks.

There are only a few Jindan monks around the "Shen" palace, which makes them look particularly shabby in comparison.

at this time.

From one of the palaces, a delicate female voice full of obscenity came out:

"Oh, it's so boring. I thought hanging out with you guys would be interesting, but it turns out they are all useless, stinky men..."

Hearing this voice, a slightly frivolous word suddenly came from the 'Ou' character hall:

"If Junior Sister Ji is bored, you might as well come to Senior Brother's palace. I heard that Junior Sister Ji's "Thousand-phase Wonderful Girl's Mingfa" is a great way to participate in creation. It's very interesting. Senior Brother, I also want to experience it."

In the hall of the word "吉", a burst of sweet laughter that made people's hearts flutter and their blood rush suddenly sounded:

"Oh, Senior Brother Ou is joking, you are the Fifth Holy Son, you are too strong, Mei'er can't stand your shooting skills..."

There seems to be endless charm in the sweet laughter, and people can't help but have lustful thoughts just by listening to the sound.

There seemed to be countless obscene words and obscene words running through my ears.

In Ouzi Palace, the frivolous voice smiled softly.

However, in the Jizi Palace, the voice changed its subject, with a hint of sweetness:

"But speaking of which, I have never seen what Junior Brother Shen is capable of."

However, no sound came from Shen Zidian.

In Ouzi Palace, that frivolous voice suddenly sounded again, but this time it was with a trace of undisguised contempt:

"Junior Sister Ji, although Junior Brother Shen is extremely talented, his cultivation is still shallow after all. If you want to taste his abilities, you might as well taste mine."

When the female voice from Jizi Palace heard this, she smiled inexplicably:

"Oh, gifted?"

"Where is your extraordinary talent? Junior Brother Shen, can you let Senior Sister see it?"

However, there was still no word in the Shenzi Palace.

This time, the owner of Ou Zi Palace was annoyed.

The frivolous voice also had a hint of coldness:

"Junior Brother Shen, Junior Sister Ji is also the Sixth Holy Son after all, and is above you. Are you so scornful when talking to you? This is not in the Holy Sect. If we encounter those monks from the Kingdom of All Gods, we will not We will definitely be able to save you, and then your teacher won’t be able to blame us."

"Senior Brother Ou, please don't frighten your junior brother. If your uncle is blamed, I won't be able to bear it!"

The female cultivator from Jizi Palace chuckled.

But then she suddenly screamed:

"ah!"

In the Ou Zi Palace, a tall man dressed in luxurious and holy clothes suddenly flew out, landed next to the Ji Zi Palace, and said with concern:

"Junior Sister Ji, what's wrong with you?"

A slightly annoyed gasp came from the female cultivator in Jizi Hall:

"Huh~~ It's okay, I just accidentally tore the lining..."

The tall man's face suddenly showed an itchy and unbearable look, and he almost couldn't help but break into the palace and confront Yun Yu.

The practice of Demon Sect is to indulge your heart.

For him, skin and flesh are important materials for spiritual practice.

But in the end, he still glanced at the 'Fan' hall next to him with fear.

He laughed twice:

"That's good."

In the temple is the current Third Holy Son.

Thirty or forty years ago, after the First Holy Son and the Seventh Holy Son died suddenly while outside, the position of the Holy Son within the sect has undergone considerable changes.

Because two positions appeared at once, many of the preparatory saints in the Holy Sect felt that their hopes were greatly increased, and they started fighting fiercely.

As a result, those with higher cultivation levels all suffered losses, and people like Shen Fu were able to sneak into the position of Holy Son.

Every time he thought about the position he had worked so hard to obtain, but was easily obtained by a junior Jindan who relied on his master, he felt very unhappy.

If he hadn't been afraid of this surrendered master, he would have taken action long ago.

After a change of thought, a smile appeared on his face and he looked at Shen Zidian:

"Junior Brother Shen, I heard that you and the First Holy Son went out to patrol around the world back then, just like today. So, you must have seen the power of Yao Wudi?"

Hear this.

In the Shenzi Palace, a slightly cold voice rarely sounded:

"I've seen it."

Seeing Shen Fu's cold attitude, he didn't seem to take him seriously.

A look of anger suddenly appeared on the tall man's face.

But in the blink of an eye, a playful smile appeared again:

"Then why don't you come out and give us a demonstration? We are also a little curious."

"Senior Brother Fan, Junior Sister Ji, what do you think?"

This time, the two palaces did not respond to the tall man's proposal.

Even the master of Ji Zi Palace, who seemed to be a little inclined to submit before, just chuckled "hehe".

Seeing that his proposal was acquiesced by the two of them, the tall man suddenly felt happy in his heart.

Although you can't beat the opponent, you can make the opponent feel humiliated, which can barely relieve the hatred in your heart.

He knew that these two people were actually very curious.

That day, the two Holy Sons and a group of veteran Nascent Souls died at the same time, which really caused quite a stir in the Holy Sect.

It's a pity that the former Ninth Holy Son and now the Seventh Holy Son have never revealed anything.

At the same time, only one person survived, Shen Fu.

The master who submitted was of extremely high status, second only to the sect leader. Naturally, no one in the Holy Sect dared to force him.

But after the Holy Sect, it was different.

Seeing that Shen Zidian fell silent again, a cold look appeared on the tall man's face:

"Junior Brother Shen, you won't give me this senior brother face, right?"

After a while of silence.

The door of Shen Zi Palace suddenly opened.

Wearing a black cloak, his face was fair and handsome, but he slowly walked out of the hall with a stern figure that could repel people thousands of miles away.

"Um--"

In the Ji Zi Palace, an imaginative voice suddenly came from.

The tall man's expression suddenly darkened.

The politeness on the surface also disappeared, and he said coldly:

"Junior brother, please!"

Shen Fu stood there, his eyes narrowed slightly.

But he still flew out of the auspicious cloud.

Then the scene from the past meticulously begins to be recreated in the distance.

"On that day, I accompanied the First Holy Son and the Seventh Holy Son..."

The tall man was quickly attracted by the reappearance of Shen Fu.

Not long after, next to Ou Zi Palace, a Nascent Soul attendant suddenly said doubtfully:

"what is that?"

The tall man frowned and was about to scold him, but when he glanced at a fleeting light in the distance, he was suddenly stunned.

"Eh... four sleeping Nascent Soul cultivators?!"

"Second-level puppet?"

"What's happening here?"

With a thought in his mind, he immediately pointed to the stream of light in the distance and ordered the Nascent Soul attendant beside him:

"Go and catch it for me."

In the Ji Zi Palace, the female cultivator's voice sounded quietly:

"Senior Brother Ou, what are you going to catch?"

The tall man said casually:

"Haha, there are a few unfamiliar Nascent Souls from outside Dayan. They were caught just in time to set up a ban. I can also have many of them on hand to drive. Junior sister, what do you want? If you want, hehe, senior brother and I Let’s understand the wonderful method together, and senior brother will not begrudge you..."

"Then let's see how good it is."

The female cultivator said with a smile.

There was no rejection in the tone, but there was no promise either.

The tall man suddenly became a little distracted again.

And not long after, the Nascent Soul attendant used his magic power to grab the four Nascent Soul monks who had fallen asleep like savages, as well as the second-level puppet dragging them forward, and landed in the auspicious clouds.

"Huh?"

In the 'Fan' hall, a steady and thick voice suddenly came, but there was a hint of surprise in the voice:

"Monk from the Kingdom of All Gods?"

The words just fell.

An old-looking figure flew out of the hall and landed next to the four people lying on the auspicious clouds like dead corpses.

The tall man also walked to the side immediately, with doubts in his eyes:

"Senior Brother Fan, are these from the Kingdom of All Gods? Why are they here?"

"Why are you still asleep?"

Although he had heard about the Kingdom of All Gods for a long time in his sect, this was actually the first time he saw it.

The monk surnamed Fan shook his head slightly when he heard this, and was also a little puzzled.

These four people clearly have the aura of Nascent Soul, but they seem to be defenseless. There is also a storage magic weapon hanging on their waist, as if they are really just asleep.

But sleeping like this is a bit exaggerated.

Especially four.

"Could it be that there was some kind of plot?"

The monk surnamed Fan couldn't help but have such a guess in his mind.

His spiritual consciousness scanned it carefully, and he was suddenly stunned. He reached out and used magic power to gently open the mouth of one of the monks.

The next moment, the eyes that were originally calm and calm suddenly widened!

…

Shilinyuan.

This place is on the edge of the Sixty Thousand Miles Stone Kingdom.

Stone pillars rise from the ground like a spreading forest.

At this moment, several streams of light filled with panic flashed across the sky at extremely high speeds.

Behind these streams of light are hundreds of figures.

In the stream of light headed by.

It was Song Dongyang, the deputy head of the Diwu Palace.

Although he looked calm at this moment, his heart was burning with anxiety.

"There are still three thousand miles..."

His spiritual consciousness swept behind him, and he became even more anxious.

"These people from the Kingdom of the Gods are coming so fast!"

"Damn it! Why are a few more coming... No! I can't keep the distance!"

He had tried his best to fly, but bringing so many people with him would still have some impact on him.

Even if the impact is actually very small, under such a long-term pursuit, no matter how small the impact is, it will be magnified.

But at this moment.

The Lingxi Stone vibrated slightly, and Tang Ji's voice was heard.

Soon, a look of astonishment appeared on Song Dongyang's face:

"Control your breath and pretend to be cowardly. I know how to do it, but can you please let me fly slower?"

"this……"

He couldn't help but scan the surroundings with his consciousness again.

There were close to forty monks from the Kingdom of Gods surrounding him.

His face couldn't help but turn a little dark:

"There are so many people, do you want me to fly slower? This Junior Brother Tang doesn't want to trick me to death, does he?"

Although he had made up his mind and decided, he was forced to do so, not because he wanted to die!

Soon, the Lingxi Stone shook slightly.

"Wait, was it Wang Yan who suggested it?"

When he heard that it was Wang Ba, Song Dongyang's heart suddenly condensed.

The two have been together for more than 20 years, and he knows Wang Yan's temperament. If he is not sure, he will never be sure.

And if you take the initiative to say it, you must have a certain degree of confidence.

Thinking of this, Song Dongyang still hesitated.

However, when he noticed that the monks from the surrounding Kingdom of Gods were getting closer and closer to him.

A ruthless look finally flashed in his eyes.

As soon as he thought about it, he immediately sent the message to others.

Soon, several streams of light quietly slowed down and quickly crossed the sky.

In just a few dozen breaths, another stream of light of various colors chased across the place.

"...the speed...slows down...to the limit..."

"Can't...let them go..."

Only fragments of words were scattered in the sky, and soon disappeared with the wind.

The sky quietly returned to peace.

But not long after, several more figures flew over.

Each of these figures has a mysterious aura, and there is a faint and strange smell.

The speed is no slower than the previous two groups.

These figures are flying, communicating quickly with pleasure:

“I didn’t expect it to go so smoothly this time.”

"Yes, it's worth all the effort we put into escorting these Daqi monks here from the capital of Daqi... This person should be some kind of deputy hall master of the Wanxiang Sect of the Jin Dynasty, right?"

"This man's name is Song Dongyang, and he is considered a middle-level and high-level member of the Wanxiang Sect. Once he dies here, the Wanxiang Sect will have to get involved even if they don't want to!"

"However, since we are so close, these people from the Kingdom of Gods should have noticed it, right?"

"Haha, so what if they find out? They don't dare to do anything to us. If Elder Qin hadn't taken action, their hairy gods would still be squatting outside the capital of Da Qi... Besides, we just helped the Kingdom of the Ten Thousand Gods, and these people might still be there. Thought we would join forces with them."

"Of course we will 'join forces' with them, otherwise how can they concentrate on dealing with Da Chu and even Da Jin..."

"This is like a snipe and a clam fighting, and the fisherman wins."

"Okay, let's stop talking. Although these hairy gods are weak in strength, their methods are weird. There may be some special exploration... Wait, what is that?!"

Several flying figures suddenly stopped.

His eyes looked to the west in shock.

There, only a few faint clouds of blood could be seen, falling suddenly!

In the rain of blood, there is a mandrill crying!

Even though it was tens of thousands of miles away, it was still clearly audible.

"Where is... Yan State?!"

One of the figures couldn't help but say in shock.

"But...how could the Nascent Soul of the Kingdom of All Gods die in the Yan Kingdom?!"

This scene was so sudden that everyone was stunned.

But only after a moment.

At the end of the sky, there were more than ten clouds of blurry blood rain floating up.

In the blood rain, you can faintly feel the breath of several unique techniques of the original Demon Sect!

"People in the sect are also dead?!"

"What exactly is going on!"

At this moment, the figures were all in chaos.

One of the figures suddenly noticed something, and his expression changed drastically:

"No! Leave quickly!"

Wherever he looked, more than a dozen of the Nascent Souls of the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom who were originally chasing the Dajin monks were flying towards a few of them.

Each of these Nascent Souls from the Kingdom of the Ten Thousand Gods looked angry or irritable... but all of them looked bad!

"Damn it! How could someone from the Kingdom of All Gods die in the Kingdom of Yan!"

"Someone in the sect also died there. What happened?"

Several figures exchanged words with each other angrily and quickly, and without any hesitation, quickly retreated towards the direction of Daiguo in the north.

There, there is the Elder Huashen sitting in charge.

And at the same time.

Song Dongyang looked at the rain of blood rising in the direction of Yan State in the west, and was also extremely shocked.

And he quickly noticed that the monks from the Kingdom of All Gods who came from the direction of Lao Kingdom, after a slight hesitation, immediately turned around and rushed back.

In just the blink of an eye, there were originally nearly forty Nascent Souls from the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom, but now there were only about twenty left.

The crisis has abated!

With his strength and the other guardians, although it is still a bit stretched, it is not impossible to persist until the arrival of the god.

But he couldn't help but wonder in his heart:

"The northern border of Lao State and Yan State...what happened there?!"

"Wait! If I had flown too fast just now, it would have made these people in Lao make up their mind to eradicate them first and then retreat... But I slowed down and made them think that I had no possibility of escaping. Lao People from the country can go back with peace of mind..."

At this moment, he was filled with puzzled questions before, but now he was suddenly cheerful!

Song Dongyang couldn't help but feel shocked.

"Wang Ba asked me to slow down... did he think something would happen when he got to Yan State?"

"How on earth did he do it?"

…

Yan country, border.

Mid-air.

Shen Fu stared blankly at the Xiangyun Palace in front of him, where the fairy sounds were lingering just now, like a fairyland.

However, at this moment, there is nothing here, only the curling... smoke remains.

I couldn't help but mutter to myself:

"Why is it like this again..."

The Holy Son who came out together is gone again!