Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

boom!

A grotesque black monster with a human face and arms flew out of the sleeves of a Nascent Soul demon cultivator and landed with a crash!

An astonishing huge wave was instantly stirred up.

The limbs on his body are like fairy flowers scattered, shooting out into the surrounding sea.

at the same time.

Another Nascent Soul demon cultivator raised his hand.

A cloth flag covered with strange blood-red patterns suddenly flew out, fell heavily into the sea, and shook it hard!

The entire seawater below was immediately peeled off.

At the same moment, the third Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator took out a white porcelain bowl with sticky blood swaying slightly.

He inserted his fingers together and dipped them in the blood. While mumbling words, his fingers quickly drew a large net in the air.

The big bloody net instantly solidified and wrapped downwards!

In just this moment, the three Nascent Soul demon cultivators had already responded tacitly.

But at this moment.

From the water that was stripped out, a bloody figure suddenly shot out, like a sharp arrow, piercing towards the Nascent Soul cultivator who was drawing the net!

The Nascent Soul demon cultivator who was painting the net showed no panic on his face, but instead sneered:

"Founding in the East and attacking in the West...I have no skills!"

The blood net heading downwards suddenly turned, shrank rapidly, and covered the bloody figure at an even faster speed!

The bloody figure seemed not to have expected that his opponent was already prepared, and was instantly covered by the blood net.

A smile suddenly appeared on the faces of the three Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators:

"No matter how cunning you are, you will still... die!"

The blood net wrapped around the bloody figure, but it turned out to be a torn and blood-stained blouse.

On it, the essence and blood, which was so rich that it could not be dissolved, quickly dissipated under the constraints of the blood network.

"Cheated!"

Seeing this bloody blouse, the three of them felt a sense of embarrassment in their hearts!

But at this moment.

Bang!

A bloody figure that was three points faster broke through the stripped sea water and shot far across the sea at extremely high speeds.

What's weird is that this time, the three Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators watched the figure leave with a look of relief on their faces.

At that moment the figure was about to run away.

A sudden change occurred!

Whoosh!

In the sea water, countless tentacle-like limbs stabbed out silently from the sea water below!

Then the black monster with a human face and hands emerged from the deep sea.

The waves are rushing!

Surprisingly and waiting for work, these countless limbs penetrated the bloody figure in an instant!

"No, that's not right!"

The expressions of the three Nascent Soul demon cultivators suddenly changed!

Just because the figure wrapped in blood was clearly another piece of thin clothing.

Punctured by countless limbs of the black monster, it shattered into countless powders and scattered on the sea.

"Where are people? Where are others?!"

At this moment, the three Nascent Soul demon cultivators were finally stunned!

"I'm here!"

A loud shout suddenly sounded from behind them!

The three Nascent Soul demon cultivators were horrified!

They didn't even have time to turn around, and their spiritual consciousness immediately sensed the danger.

But there was still no time to dodge!

next moment.

A figure wrapped in blood-colored steam, with a bare upper body and white hair and beard, suddenly hit the body of a Nascent Soul demon cultivator like a meteor!

Time seemed to be frozen on the faces of the three Nascent Soul demon cultivators.

Or perhaps it was frozen on the face of the old man who was still showing signs of fatigue despite his best efforts.

Click!

The Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator who was hit had his magical weapon burst into flames instantly!

The third-level top-grade defensive weapon shattered and fell off his body inch by inch.

More than ten talismans and precious lights were extinguished the moment they lit up.

Only the last talisman's treasure light, although it had been dimmed by the blow, still held on to the last bit of light, guarding the Dantian position of the Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator.

In front of the talisman, there is a dry but blade-like palm of the old man that has been sharpened for countless years.

But that palm, no matter what, could not go any further.

A flash of deep regret flashed in the old man's eyes!

a little.

Just a little!

He was just a little short of breaking through this person's defense, destroying the Nascent Soul, and making it his last swan song in this life!

"Destiny, destiny...doesn't it belong to me after all?"

The sea breeze ruffled his messy white hair, giving him a sense of sadness that a generation of heroes had reached the end of their rope.

In his heart, he sighed quietly.

The Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator, who was only a finger away from him, finally reacted. He tried his best to mobilize his magic power and slapped the opponent hard, while retreating quickly.

Only then did a touch of panic and fear appear on his face!

"Kill! Kill this person!"

The old man's remaining strength was exhausted. In his haste, he had no way to dodge and was hit immediately.

The muscles in his upper body that were originally relatively strong shriveled up in an instant.

It's just that his physical body is too strong, even if a Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator strikes with anger, he can't break it.

He was beaten until he vomited blood and flew away!

And soon, the other two Nascent Soul demon cultivators also took action.

However, even at this moment, even though he clearly felt that not even half of the bones in his body were intact, there was still no hint of discouragement or giving up in the old man's eyes.

"I can't die yet!"

"I haven't taken revenge yet!"

In mid-air, he forced himself to take a breath, turned around suddenly, and with the angry palm of the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator just now, he ran towards the distance at high speed.

Avoided the attacks of those two people.

The tip of the toe is slightly above the sea surface, and under the extraordinary explosion, the span is more than thousands of feet!

But every movement was like countless knives digging hard into his flesh and bones.

As he breathed, he could even hear the sound of his blood vessels and flesh collapsing rapidly...

I heard three sounds of piercing the air quickly chasing behind me, as well as the roar of anger that was getting closer and closer, but it gradually became blurry...

"No! My consciousness can't hold on anymore!"

The old man was shocked!

He steeled himself and gritted his teeth, only to find that his teeth began to loosen.

"Am I going to die on this sea today?"

Even though the old man's will was already extremely strong, he still couldn't help but have such desperate thoughts in his heart at this moment.

Everything in front of me began to shake and blur, and the sounds became distant again...

"No! I can't die here, I definitely can't die here, Wen Yin, mother..."

Suddenly, in the waves, he suddenly saw a black spot, riding the wind and waves in the sea, zooming in quickly!

"That, that's..."

The old man's pupils were filled with blood and were slightly condensed.

The black spot soon enlarged into an iron ship, flying in from a distance at great speed!

The iron ship was extremely fast, and it was almost in sight in the blink of an eye.

Several monks can be vaguely seen on it.

The old man's consciousness had begun to blur, but at this moment, he was still like a drowning man trying to seize every opportunity he could, shouting:

"Help me...save me!"

From behind, a cold and stern voice came:

"Wherever the Holy Sect is traveling, retreat in all directions!"

The iron boat paused for a moment, and then seemed to be afraid. It swerved slightly and flew into the distance.

The old man's consciousness became more and more blurred. He gritted his teeth, took a strong breath again, tiptoed, and flew towards the iron ship.

This is his last hope.

The desire to survive made him do everything possible to seize this opportunity. Even if it would bring disaster to the iron ship, he must create an opportunity!

Over the years, he has escaped from death again and again.

And just then.

On top of the iron ship, another young figure who looked simple and ordinary came out.

The young figure looked at the old man with some confusion.

However, the moment he saw this figure, the old man was stunned and could hardly believe his eyes.

"Wang, Immortal Wang?"

When the young figure saw the old man, he was slightly confused, and then he seemed to remember something, and a trace of disbelief flashed in his eyes:

"Are you the king..."

Hearing that strange yet familiar name that has been submerged in the depths of my memory.

Hear this familiar voice.

this moment.

Countless thoughts arose in the old man's mind.

But at the same moment, the falls piled up into one thought.

He looked at the young figure and suddenly smiled from the bottom of his heart.

It's like thanks, but also like regret.

Afterwards, he did not move forward, but took up his last breath and turned around to face the three Nascent Soul demon cultivators who were chasing him.

Rolling waves hit him, and the sea breeze blew his dry white hair even more messy.

His heart suddenly calmed down:

"It is a blessing in life to be able to see Immortal Wang before he dies."

"How can we let him also..."

The three Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators finally arrived.

Their eyes were full of shame, anger and shame.

Hearing this, they all shouted angrily:

"It's quite possible to escape!"

"I want to extract your soul and refine it into my 'Thousand Hands and Thousand Faces Shrine'!"

"Even if I refine all your flesh and blood into my 'painting pool', it will still not be able to eliminate the hatred in my heart!"

While they were talking, they had already taken action.

At this moment, the flesh and blood on the old man's body had been collapsing and annihilating uncontrollably.

His face was extremely calm for the first time:

"I have tried my best, but it's a pity that destiny is not in my hands."

"Also, my name...is Wang Xu!"

Then he closed his eyes.

Consciousness seems to be sinking.

The body seems to be floating.

Everything seemed to be moving away from him.

At the end of his life, there was no practice, no assassination, no fighting and fighting in the past few decades in his memory, only the eight years he lived in the 'Wangxian Village'.

Wen Yin, mother, I failed to kill all these immortals to avenge you... You won't blame me, right?

It's me who's useless, I'm already old, and even if I'm not beaten to death by them, I'm afraid I won't survive that day.

Destiny is not with me after all...

The memory is a little fuzzy.

It seemed like there was a deep well swallowing him up bit by bit.

Only at the last moment when he was about to be completely engulfed, he heard the voice that he had recalled countless times in his memory:

"The British Protector."

"yes."

next moment.

He opened his eyes with difficulty.

Then he saw a scene that he would never forget.

A lilac figure walked casually in front of the three Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators in front.

Just like pinching a small bird, three powerful hands easily pinched them.

Then, he only heard a 'pop' sound like the cork of a water bottle being pulled out.

The three Nascent Soul demon cultivators didn't even have the slightest resistance, and instantly turned into three masses of blood mist.

The big hand released, and the blood mist fell to the sea. Before it reached the sea, it was quickly blown away by the sea breeze...

In a trance.

He only saw the lavender figure waving his hand towards him, and an invisible force directly wrapped him up and pushed him into the iron ship.

Then the iron ship flew towards the distance at high speed.

The lavender figure stayed where he was, not knowing what he did, and then left in a hurry.

Three days later.

Three dark clouds quietly floated in the sky, but the blood rain in them had already turned into bloody hail before it fell...

…

"It's not working anymore..."

Li Yingfu stood next to the old man whose body was like bones, covered with bloodstains, and whose consciousness was blurred.

Looking at Wang Ba, he shook his head slightly without any trace.

Wang Hao looked at the old man who had lost his human form in front of him, and his heart sank slightly.

Both worried and full of confusion.

"Wang Xu...why is he here?"

He just noticed the movement and went out to check.

At first, I thought it was the people from the original demon sect who were blocking the true warriors.

However, the moment he saw the old man, he felt inexplicably familiar.

After careful identification, he immediately recognized the person's identity.

Surprisingly, it was Wang Xu, a refugee who was supposed to die in the battle of Juhai City decades ago.

After returning to the capital of the West Sea Kingdom, he also conducted a search.

But no one alive was found.

And among the people rescued by him and the Changsheng Sect monks, Wang Xu was not among them.

I always thought that Wang Xu was dead long ago, but I never expected that I would meet this man again on the North Sea, hundreds of thousands of miles away.

Just to be honest, he didn't want to get involved.

Not to mention that the original Demon Sect and the Wanxiang Sect are now in an alliance, even if it is only on the surface.

The key is that Wang Xu is now obviously a true warrior, and behind the true warrior, it is obviously inseparable from the Sanzhou monks.

Although he didn't know why Wang Xu was related to the Sanzhou monks who destroyed Xihai Kingdom, he didn't want to get involved.

But when Wang Xu chose to take the initiative to face the three demon sect monks instead of dragging him into the water, he finally felt compassion.

"Where are the other pills brought this time?"

Wang Hao pondered for a moment, but still spoke.

Li Yingfu frowned and said:

"His body has completely collapsed and he doesn't have any magic power. The pills we brought will hardly have any effect on him. If it weren't for the temporary sustenance of your spiritual food, Chief Secretary, I'm afraid that his blood and vitality will collapse at this moment. Death...the skills of these true warriors are really too weird and overbearing, leaving no room for mercy, cruel and vicious, even to themselves. This is probably the reason why they are short-lived, which is completely different from the purpose of our monks' skills to prolong life. "

Wang Hao nodded.

But at this moment, the old man seemed to suddenly become more conscious.

His wrinkled eyelids suddenly opened, he raised his head with difficulty, and looked around.

When he saw Wang Yan's familiar face that had not changed in decades, he suddenly paused.

The cartilage of the throat and the surrounding flesh and blood were completely destroyed. He could only rely on the resonance of the bones to make a low voice:

"Immortal, Immortal... I... I am, Wang Xu!"

"I know I know."

Wang Ba felt that the opponent's vitality was on the verge of collapse, and his heart was filled with complexity.

He still remembered the first time he met during the migration of refugees. The old man in front of him was still a young man with high spirits and amazing courage.

Dare to stop the monk in order to save his mother.

At that time, the other party was obviously just a mortal, but he dared to ask him for the method of cultivation.

What an ambition, and what a youth.

However, a few decades have passed, and the energetic young man of the past has now been polished by the years into what he is now... and is even about to reach the end of his life.

The old man's consciousness was sometimes clear, but sometimes confused.

As if he felt that his death was coming, he said to himself:

"I...my wife Wen Yin, I have told her about you many times...my mother also recovered well after you said hello..."

"I almost had a baby..."

"But suddenly one day, the puppet masters from Daoshengzhou came... I tried hard, I tried my best, but I still couldn't save Wen Yin, and I still couldn't save my mother..."

Tears should have fallen from the corners of the bloodshot eyes, but they had already been cried to dryness in the past days and nights.

He had no tears.

He just talked about it numbly and nonchalantly.

For so many years, he had no one to talk to.

Countless hatred and despair, biting his heart like poisonous insects every night.

But at the moment when he saw Wang Yan, he felt like he had an elder he could rely on.

"They all died in my arms... I was the only one who survived... I was taken away by them, and I did whatever they arranged for me to do. I wanted to live, and I wanted to avenge Wen Yin and my mother... But I am still going to die after all... Immortal, I have a treasure, before I die, I want to..."

Consciousness is sometimes clear and sometimes blurred.

Looking at the old man in front of him, Wang Yan's eyes finally flashed with a hint of unbearability.

He suddenly interrupted:

"I have a method that may allow you to live another life...but in your current situation, it is more likely that you will die immediately."

The old man was suddenly startled.

A flash of light suddenly appeared in his dull, turbid eyes!

He grabbed Wang Yan's arm with difficulty, without any hesitation:

"I-I want it!"

Wang Hao hesitated for a moment and retreated from everyone.

Looking seriously at the increasingly groggy old man:

"You only have one chance, you must integrate all your energy and spirit into one..."

He quickly told the old man all the experiences he had gained through research.

The old man's sometimes drowsy eyes suddenly woke him up.

Hearing Wang Ba's instructions, he nodded with difficulty.

"Then, let's get started."

Wang Hao's eyes were slightly unbearable, but he still pressed his palm up.

In Wang Xu's current situation, there is no possibility of success.

But he couldn't bear to let the other person relive memories that life could not bear before he died.

Rather than die in such pain, it is better to leave with hope.

Maybe, it might be a better thing for Wang Xu.

Accompanied by the injection of Shouyuan.

Wang Xu's physical body suddenly expanded rapidly as if he had been blown out of air!

"So fast!"

Wang Hao was slightly shocked.

The speed of expansion seems to be far more obvious than that of ordinary monks.

However, facing this abnormal expansion speed, the old man burst out with amazing perseverance at this moment.

His whole body was almost uncontrollable.

But he still used his last bit of strength to hold on.

It's like biting the mouth of the bulging air bag.

No matter how much his body expanded, he never relaxed.

Even if his face, eyeballs...everything on his body became bulging.

Gradually, Wang Yan's complexion began to change.

"It hasn't exploded yet... Is it because of hatred that he persisted for so long?"

"A person's will can actually withstand the explosion caused by the injection of Shouyuan?"

He couldn't believe it, but he could only draw this conclusion.

And soon.

He was surprised to see that countless bloody steam was suddenly discharged from the expanding Wang Xu's body!

What follows is just a few breaths.

Wang Xu's body shrank rapidly.

The flesh drooped.

Like a monster.

But Wang Ba’s eyes were full of bewilderment:

"It actually, actually succeeded?"

He was shocked in his heart, but it didn't stop him from throwing bottles of spiritual chicken essence to the other party.

The bloody steam shook, and the spirit chicken essence poured into his body.

Soon, the drooping flesh quickly regained its elasticity.

Bloody steam also poured into his body again.

The old man stood empty in mid-air.

Like a god coming to you.

But he looked at his hands blankly:

"I...I succeeded?"

"Moreover, it also broke through the limits of true martial arts?"

He clearly felt the surging power in his body that was far more powerful than before.

"It turns out that I was wrong..."

"Destiny... is mine!" (End of this chapter)