Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Wow!"

The huge iceberg suddenly crashed in front of us, driven by the extremely fast cold current.

Countless snowflakes splashed out.

There were more than ten figures with a fiery red sycamore leaf floating on their bodies, but they rushed out of the snowflakes in the sky without any hindrance.

"It is said that this bitter cold place in Beihai Continent is extremely dangerous. In my opinion, it is nothing more than that."

Among the first four people, a young monk with a vertical eye between his eyebrows and dressed in gorgeous brocade robes laughed loudly.

Another young monk who looked slightly feminine but was wearing a suit of armor couldn't help but said after hearing this:

"Junior Brother Gong, please don't be careless. If the leaves of my 'Jasper Fire Tung' hadn't been able to ward off the cold, I'm afraid our mana would have been frozen at the moment... Senior Brother Yan, what do you think?"

He looked at the handsome young monk with a crown in the middle.

The handsome young monk heard this and smiled calmly:

"What Junior Brother Gong said is indeed a bit underestimating the coldness of this place...but what Junior Brother Bian said is a bit exaggerated."

"Although it's extremely cold here, it won't freeze our magic power. On the contrary, I'm more curious about the identity of the person who took away Junior Brother Bian's fourth-level spiritual plant... who took away the treasure and actually hid in Beihai. Come up to the island."

The three-eyed boy was slightly unconvinced when he heard the handsome young man's words, but he seemed to be a little wary of the other person. He curled his lips, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The young monk in armor also frowned:

"The spiritual energy on Beihai Continent is not as good as that of Guangling Country. We have been here for a long time. Without blood sacrifices or spiritual objects to replenish it, our realm may fall... But he dares to come here. I don't know. What’s the origin?”

"No matter where he comes from!"

The three-eyed boy curled his lips and said:

"Our three holy sons will take action together, plus the protectors we have brought. As long as he does not come in person as a god, we will kill him immediately!"

The handsome young man coughed slightly when he heard this, with an inexplicable tone in his tone:

"Junior Brother Gong, there are not only three Holy Sons here."

The three-eyed boy was startled, and subconsciously glanced at the indifferent young man in black not far away who had been silent and had no sense of existence.

A hint of sneer immediately appeared in his eyes, without hiding his voice:

"You mean Junior Brother Shen? Haha, if he really meets that bad guy, what can he do?"

"Throw away two useless magic weapons? Or use his unfinished demon body from all directions?"

"Or... use his legendary ability to defeat the bad luck of many saints? Hahahaha..."

Even though they are both Saint Sons and they both despise each other, they rarely break up like this in person.

However, his master is now seeking to seize the position of Great Elder, and he has nothing to do with his master Liang Qiu Yu who is applying for submission, so he has no burden to ridicule him.

I heard the three-eyed boy sneer.

The expression of the indifferent young man in black remained unchanged, his eyes did not squint, and he flew straight as if he had not heard anything.

On the other hand, the expressions of the handsome young monk, the armored monk, and others changed slightly.

Looking at the indifferent young man in black, he couldn't help but have a hint of fear in his eyes.

Although the monks of the Holy Sect sneered at the theory of luck.

But the experience of this person who submitted to the Holy Son was indeed too evil.

First, he went out with the previous First Holy Son and the other two Holy Sons, but unfortunately he met Yao Wudi, the murderer of the Wanxiang Sect of the Jin Dynasty.

The monks who went out this time were all wiped out.

The only other survivor, apart from the former Ninth Holy Son who was half-dead, was the Holy Son of Shenfu.

The key is to keep the whole beard and tail intact without any injuries!

Although the weight of the dead Holy Son was not that great the second time, it was even more exaggerated.

The three Holy Sons, together with their respective protectors and attendants, were sneak attacked by four fourth-level monks from the Kingdom of All Gods with Tianleizi. Both the enemy and ourselves were killed, leaving no one alive.

Where is this Son of God?

Hey, everyone's brains were knocked out, but they didn't get any injuries at all.

Taking this out alone can be said to be good luck.

But if you put the two things together, anyone can smell something is wrong.

So much so that within the Holy Sect, there were rumors that Shen Fu was a spy from another sect or the nemesis of the Holy Son.

The former has been personally refuted by his master, Grand Elder Liang Qiuyu, and has promoted him to the position of the Sixth Holy Son.

As for the latter... although the saints all sneered at this on the surface and didn't care at all.

But only they themselves know whether they care or not.

For example, Yan Zhenyi and Bian Buyi, who were present, were murmuring secretly at this moment.

It would be fine if no one mentioned it, but here and now, the mention immediately made them feel a little uncomfortable.

Although the three-eyed boy seemed reckless when he spoke, his eyesight was not bad. Seeing that both Yan Zhenyi and Bian Burang looked a little ugly, they couldn't help but look surprised:

"No, Senior Brother Yan, Senior Brother Bian, you don't really believe this, do you?"

"Ahem, Junior Brother Gong is joking."

Bian Burang, who was wearing armor, coughed, and a forced smile appeared on his face:

"Although Junior Brother Shen's real body of the Ten Directions Heavenly Demon has not been fully refined, it has initially possessed the ability to break illusions... The person who took away my precious tree is good at using tricks to confuse people's minds. With Junior Brother Shen here, I think he will not let him Everyone fell into a coma like me."

Although Yan Zhenyi was muttering in his heart, he said with a serious look on his face:

"Junior Brother Bian said exactly what he said, Junior Brother Gong, don't talk nonsense."

"Ah."

The three-eyed boy Gong Xiyin curled his lips, how could he not see the guilty conscience of the two of them.

It's just a matter of saying something, but stalking becomes annoying.

Of course, he actually didn't think that Junior Brother Shen was really the nemesis of the Holy Son.

It's just good luck.

If the other party is really so capable, how can he have the courage to provoke the other party here, or even just follow his lead.

After all, no matter how strong a monk is, can he still be so powerful?

There is only some regret in my heart:

"It's a pity... these two people are here. If we kill him in Beihai Continent, it will make that old guy Liang Qiuyu feel distressed and expose his flaws. Maybe we can give the teacher a chance... It won't work, unless we can kill me Take it out, otherwise if that old guy Liang Qiuyu goes crazy, I will catch him too."

Thoughts in his heart were ups and downs, and he smiled sneer when he saw Shen Fu who was being excluded.

The thieves in the Three Continents haven't stopped yet, and it's not yet time...

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Bian Bu let Wei Wei stop, as if he was feeling something, and said:

"Go left..."

Everyone immediately turned slightly and flew to the left.

"It seems you are very unpopular."

Shen Fu controlled the flying magic weapon with an expressionless face, and a strange voice of gloating about his misfortune came from the side of the Nascent Soul within his body.

"Isn't it always like this?"

Shen Fu replied calmly.

"Haha, I thought their attitude towards you would change after you gave birth to a baby."

The strange voice said with a smile.

"It doesn't matter. The so-called nine holy sons don't trust each other. No, to be precise, these demon cultivators are always wary of each other. Even a sect as big as the original demon sect is like this."

Shen Fu remained calm.

These years of experience have allowed him to see clearly the nature of demonic cultivation.

Up and down, all the same.

Maybe there are people with good nature.

But the big dye vat of the Demon Sect has already been stained with the blood of innocent people.

In the end, he continued to sink under the temptation of self-doubt and spiritual improvement.

Even he, in order not to be suspected, had to accept the blood sacrifices and a large number of cultivation resources that the 'teacher' sought for him.

In this way, he could take a step further and break into the Nascent Soul in such a short period of time.

However, the higher you practice, the closer you will be to the day when you will be eaten by the 'teacher'.

His heart became increasingly filled with a sense of urgency.

Fortunately, since the main monks from the three continents are all on Dayan's side, even the original Demon Sect is struggling under constant pressure.

As the great elder's 'teacher', he had to supervise the battle ahead.

No time to take care of his affairs.

He also took advantage of this rare opportunity and just broke through the Nascent Soul, so he immediately went to Beihai to search for the 'Ten Thousand Years Black Ice Spirit Essence' in order to completely cure the old demon Jiang hidden in his body.

Then find a way to get rid of the secret trick that the 'teacher' laid on him.

Thus escaping from the control of the ‘teacher’.

So was the plan.

However, because the northern part of Dayan was almost occupied, he had to take a long way to go from Guangling Kingdom.

What they didn't expect was that they met Yan Zhenyi and three others on the way.

He didn't want to have anything to do with these people, but he was still dragged in by Bian, and they went together to find a fourth-level top-grade spiritual plant that he had lost.

And it seems to be in Beihai, which is the same road as his destination.

But the most important thing was the promised benefits that attracted him.

"The sap of the Jasper Fire Tung tree can prolong life... I heard from my senior brother that the technique he practices is too complicated. Even Senior Yao spent a lot of life-extending treasures to finally master it, but it can be done. Prepare some for senior brother and Bu Chan."

"However... we must also be careful of being used as cannon fodder by these people, especially Gong Xiyin. This person is so public, and he obviously has something to rely on. If things are not harmonious, he will leave immediately. The method 'teacher' left on me, You can protect me now."

Shen Fu didn't look sideways, but in his heart he had already weighed all the gains and losses and possible dangers.

After so many years, he is no longer the reckless young monk he used to be.

If he had remained that naive, he would not be alive today.

"Senior Brother Bian, how long does it take?"

After flying for a while, the light of the leaves on everyone's body dimmed slightly, and the wind and snow in front became more and more alarming.

Even with the protection of the leaves of the Jasper Fire Tung Tree, everyone felt a faint chill.

Gong Xiyin couldn't help but ask.

Even Yan Zhenyi frowned.

Although there are many benefits to not letting him promise, if it is too dangerous, he will not be able to go again.

"Hurry, hurry."

Bian Burang said quickly.

He quickly closed his eyes and felt it carefully, then with a hint of joy on his face, he pointed to a faint black spot that could be seen in the distance:

"Right there!"

…

"Did the locking bell move?"

"Is it an explanation?"

"What a coincidence, it's also in Beihai Continent?"

Feeling the slight shaking of the Soul Locking Bell in the middle dantian, Wang Yan couldn't help but be a little surprised.

More than ten years ago, when he was on Musen Island in Mori Country, Fan Ming took advantage of the chaos and escaped by chance.

Otherwise, if he was just a little late, he might be caught by Zhang Songnian, the god-forming elder of the Changsheng Sect.

Although he was sorry at the time, he didn't take it too seriously.

After all, it turns out that such a natural beast has its own great power, which is something he, a golden elixir cultivator, can covet.

So his mentality is very peaceful.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, the two sides could still meet in this isolated island of Beihai, but it also shows that their fate is not yet over.

Thinking of this, Wang Yan couldn't help but look forward to it.

While talking.

Ying He had already steered the iron ship across a glacier blocking the way, and sure enough, he saw a ship that looked a little old, but was much larger in size, on the edge of the grassy passage.

On the ship, there was also a middle-aged monk who unabashedly exuded the aura of Nascent Soul.

Upon noticing the movement, he immediately looked towards Wang Yan and others.

His eyes swept over Wang Hao and other Jindan cultivators. When he saw Ying Hao, his face showed a strange expression, and then he held his hands in front of him as a courtesy.

Ying He nodded slightly and said in a distant voice:

"Why don't you see Yan Shengzi?"

The middle-aged monk said respectfully:

"My master and the other three saints have important matters."

Ying He glanced at the ship, smiled, and said quietly without exposing the other party's words:

"That's a pity. I still want to have a little talk with your master."

The middle-aged monk said, neither humble nor arrogant:

"When the master is finished, I will definitely report it."

Ying He nodded without any nonsense, drove the iron ship, passed the ship, and flew away into the distance.

After walking far away, Ying He said to Wang He:

"It seems they have left here."

Wang Hao nodded.

I felt a little regretful.

He also wanted to catch up with Shen Fu, but depending on the situation, he might not have this opportunity.

He lowered his head and felt the warning from the Suo Shen Bell.

His eyes were slightly curious:

"Is it only a few thousand miles away from here?"

"Would you like to go take a look?"

…

Thousands of miles away from Beihai Jue Dao.

In a huge pit of ice and snow.

Around the pit, ice and snow were swaying, and it was still an extremely cold world.

However, there were fires all over the pit.

In the middle of the deep pit, a green sycamore tree with a height of more than several hundred feet stood quietly.

On the sycamore tree, there are not pieces of sycamore leaves, but groups of flames.

It's just that in the flames, some branches and leaves can be vaguely seen.

Densely dense, like a burning cloud.

And right now.

On the edge of the pothole, as the wind and snow swayed, more than ten figures suddenly fell down one after another.

One of the four leaders saw the green sycamore tree in the pothole, and his face suddenly showed great joy:

"It's my Jasper Fire Tung! Haha! I sensed it right! It's really here!"

As he spoke, he was about to fly over.

But at this moment, a young monk wearing a crown suddenly stopped him in a deep voice:

"Junior Brother Bian, there seems to be something in here."

The three-eyed boy on the side suddenly opened the vertical eyes between his eyebrows, stared at the green sycamore tree, and frowned solemnly:

"The fire leaves on this sycamore tree can actually block the evil eye..."

Bian Burang was slightly startled, but he immediately came back to his senses.

His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and he soon frowned:

"It's strange, I didn't see anyone else."

"Why did the person who took away the treasure tree leave the treasure tree here? Where did he go?"

Yan Zhenyi, a young monk wearing a crown, pondered:

"Maybe this gangster planted the treasure tree here and left beforehand. After all, ordinary monks can't come here. Junior Brother Bian will see if he can put it away first."

"This... is actually an advantage for him! I'll give it a try!"

Bian Burang cursed a few words bitterly.

Then he immediately raised his hand and recited the magic formula silently.

However, what made him frown was that the green sycamore trees in the pothole below were completely motionless.

Bian Burang's face suddenly became a little confused, and he recited the magic formula again and again.

But the green sycamore trees below remained motionless.

Shen Fu on the side remained silent.

But the three-eyed boy Gong Xiyin couldn't help laughing:

"Senior Brother Bian, is this really the spiritual plant you raised? Why doesn't it seem to listen to you?"

Bian Burang's face turned slightly dark, but he still explained:

"My master obtained this from the monks of Sanzhou a few years ago. It can help me refine the fire demon boy, so I can lend it to me temporarily..."

Hearing this, the other three people all looked surprised.

The three-eyed boy Gong Xiyin suddenly said:

"I asked you why you are willing to spend such a high price. It turns out to be Elder Jiong's treasure."

"I, I have been cultivating it carefully for a long time...I will try again!"

Bian Burang felt a little impatient when he heard this. He suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood. Then he quickly recited the magic formula and shouted:

"Wake it up for me!"

Maybe this move is really effective.

The flaming leaves on the green sycamore tree shook like burning clouds.

However, at this moment, everyone's expressions changed!

"what is that?!"

It's in these 'dense' fire leaves.

A huge black spiritual chicken glowing with purple light appeared.

It is curled up among the branches of the tree crown.

He closed his eyes and let the flames wrap him up, but he didn't seem to be burned.

The bright red comb is so full that it even feels like it's bulging.

The black feathers all over his body exploded densely and trembled slightly.

He seemed to be in great pain.

However, neither the swaying of the leaves nor the exclamations of the crowd seemed to frighten the black spiritual chicken.

It still had its eyes closed.

"It's a fourth-level top-grade spiritual beast!"

Yan Zhenyi said in a deep voice.

The other three people and the guardians behind them did not speak.

Everyone could tell that this was a fourth-order top-grade spiritual beast, and judging from its aura, it seemed that it was not an ordinary fourth-order top-grade one.

But the key point is, why is there such a black spiritual chicken on this tree?

Bian refused to give in but reacted immediately:

"Is it raised by that villain? Or... this spiritual chicken is the culprit who stole the treasure tree?"

The intelligence of fourth-level spiritual beasts is no longer much different from that of human monks.

Within the Demon Sect, it is not that there are no fourth-level spiritual beasts that have developed spiritual wisdom.

It is not impossible for him to take away the fire treasure tree and hide in Beihai Island.

On the contrary, it is quite reasonable!

Gong Xiyin didn't say anything. He opened his eyebrows again and shot out a divine light, covering the black spiritual chicken.

After a while, a touch of surprise suddenly appeared in his eyes:

"The chicken is laying eggs now!"

"No wonder we are right under its nose, but it still doesn't move!"

"A God-sent opportunity!"

"Now is the best opportunity to capture it!"

A fourth-level top-grade spiritual beast, even the Holy Sons like them, no one dared to take it seriously.

After all, today is different from the past.

Several Holy Sons died unexpectedly one after another, and the strength of this generation of Holy Sons has declined significantly compared to the previous generation.

There is quite a feeling of being out of touch.

In addition to the first saint son who still has the perfect cultivation level of Yuanying, the second saint son Yan Zhenyi is only in the late stage of Yuanying.

And both Bian Burang and Gong Xiyin are only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul.

Although there are guardians assigned to them by the sect, their strength is only that much.

After thinking about it like this, although the faces of the four people did not change, they all felt a desire to compete in their hearts.

But Yan Zhenyi was more thoughtful and said in a deep voice:

"Catch it first!"

"Let's do it together!"

The other three looked at each other and nodded slightly.

Gong Xiyin took the initiative and said:

"I have the twelve soul-eating ghost Kabuto given by my master!"

Yan Zhen nodded and said:

"Then Junior Brother Gong will take charge, and we will assist from the side!"

Although Bian Buyi was a little reluctant, catching the spiritual chicken at this moment was the most important thing.

Gong Xiyin immediately patted his waist.

A black net bag filled with gloomy wind and laughter suddenly jumped out from the waist.

On top of this net bag, there are twelve bells faintly visible.

In every bell, there is the sound of babies laughing.

In addition to applying for submission, the Nascent Soul cultivators behind the three of them all quickly stepped forward in tacit agreement.

Each holds a bell.

Under the infusion of mana, the big net quickly opened, and under the guidance of the guardians, it covered the black spiritual chicken.

The black spiritual chicken still closed its eyes, seemingly unaware of everything happening outside.

"This spiritual chicken was afraid that it was safe here, so it deliberately snatched the treasure tree to lay eggs and hatch them...but we didn't expect that we would find it."

Bian Burang couldn't help but laugh.

Gong Xiyin suddenly sent a message to Yan Zhenyi and Bian Buyi:

"I just saw that there is an egg under this spiritual chicken."

"Um?"

Bian Burang and Yan Zhenyi suddenly looked at each other, and together with Gong Xiyin without leaving a trace, the three of them looked at each other.

One chicken, two eggs, four holy sons...

"It's done!"

Gong Xiyin spoke again.

But I saw that the big net instantly picked up the black spiritual chicken and a huge egg that had been laid under it!

This seems to be a signal.

Yan Zhenyi's figure swayed slightly.

Intentionally or unintentionally, he stood between the black spiritual chicken and Shenfu.

Chao Shenfu smiled kindly.

Bian Buyi also had a smile on his face:

"Junior Brother Shen, when I get back, I will give you the sap of the Jasper Fire Tung Tree."

Shen Fu narrowed his eyes slightly.

The movements of these three people were full of silent understanding, how could he not see it?

Apparently he was excluded from the group sharing the harvest.

He immediately smiled and didn't worry.

He is not someone who cannot grasp the situation clearly. This situation is actually normal in the Demon Sect.

What's more, he didn't pay anything for this trip. Since he got the promise of the 'Jasper Fire Tung Tree Sap', his goal was achieved.

At that moment, he stepped back wisely.

expressed his position.

However, a strange color soon flashed in his eyes.

In his ears, the apologetic voices of Yan Zhenyi and Bian Burang came one after another.

Both of them expressed that they had been jointly coerced by the other party and Gong Xiyin and had to join forces, and said that there would be compensation later.

"Are they worried about my revenge? Or are they afraid of the rumors about the Nemesis of the Holy Son?"

With a slight thought in Shen Fu's mind, he guessed the reason for these two people's actions, and couldn't help but feel speechless and amused at the same time.

He also knew the name of the Nemesis of the Holy Son, and he was really speechless about it.

"It's just luck. How can there really be such bad luck that only targets the Holy Son?"

Not only him, but Gong Xiyin on the opposite side raised his eyes and opened and closed them slightly, but he also noticed the little actions of Yan Zhenyi and Bian Buyi.

He sneered secretly:

"Fortunately, these two are both Holy Sons, and they actually believe this! If he is really that capable, I will eat this tree!"

thinking in mind.

He quickly ordered the guardians around him: "Work harder. As long as you refine it thoroughly, you can completely control it!"

But at this moment.

In the big net, the black spiritual chicken that had been keeping its eyes closed suddenly opened its eyes!

The cold pupils are full of anger, violence and tension:

"Damn it! I feel the breath of the Suo Shen Bell!"

"He actually came after me!"

"I want...huh?"

It was suddenly startled and turned its head in confusion, looking at the big net covering itself and the Demon Sect monks surrounding the net.

There was a hint of astonishment and confusion in his pupils.

And soon, this shock and confusion turned into extreme anger and mania!

"Wait! Did you come to arrest me at his request?!"

"You and I will fight until death!"

The sound shook the entire pit.

"Hurry up!"

Gong Xiyin said anxiously.

Yan Zhenyi and Bian Burang also noticed something was wrong, and immediately kicked away a protector of the early Nascent Soul stage.

He rushed forward and poured in mana quickly!

However, with a cry!

This black spiritual chicken suddenly spread its wings!

A pair of vertical pupils suddenly opened.

The next moment, everyone's eyes suddenly became confused.

Only Gong Xiyin's eyebrows suddenly opened, and he barely regained some clarity.

Look towards the black spiritual chicken in the net.

In his shocked eyes, the big net lost control almost instantly.

Then the huge black wings fully opened and pounced on Yan Zhenyi, who was closest to it.

Without the slightest resistance, Yan Zhenyi, who was completely in a coma, was pecked directly.

Baoguang explodes!

Yan Zhenyi struggled slightly in his eyes.

The black spiritual chicken didn't care at all and swallowed it in one gulp!

Immediately afterwards, there are the guardians and the ones who won’t give in...

Watching the monks being swallowed up in one bite by the black spiritual chicken.

But Gong Xiyin couldn't move at all.

In a trance caused by huge shock.

Instead, an idea that he once scorned suddenly appeared in Gong Xiyin's mind.

The Nemesis of the Holy Son, something so outrageous, is so damn real! (End of chapter)