Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"The method of true martial arts...shouyuan...mana..."

Wang Hao frowned and thought carefully. He vaguely seemed to have noticed something, but he was a little off.

Just as he was thinking about it, his body suddenly shook.

Immediately afterwards, he felt the iron ship below shaking violently.

"Um?"

Wang Haowei was a little confused, so he stood up and pushed the door open and walked out.

When the hatch was opened, an extremely cold wind rushed in.

A ray of light naturally appeared on Wang Ba's body, blocking the coldness from the outside.

But he could clearly feel that his mana was being consumed rapidly.

Looking up, I found that the grassland that had been covered with grass had disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a vast snowfield with no end in sight.

The wind and snow above seemed to last forever, blowing across the land covered with thick ice and snow day after day.

There is no trace of color here other than snow white.

There are no trees, and even the mountains are buried by the wind and snow here.

Even though Wang Hao had sharp eyes, he could still see figures moving slowly in the vast snowfield.

Those must be the casual cultivators who came to Beihai Continent in search of treasures.

"Director-General."

Ying He and Li Yingfu each held a disk in their hands and were studying something. When they noticed Wang He coming out, they quickly greeted him.

Wang Hao nodded:

"Where are we now?"

Ying He did not hesitate at all:

"We have just left Beihai Juedao, and now we have officially entered Beihai Continent."

"According to the estimation of this 'wind instrument', if you go about ten thousand miles to the northeast, you will encounter a dry warm current from Tianmozhou."

"Where do we go up from?"

Wang Ba asked curiously.

"Yes, where the warm current and cold current collide, a tilted cyclone will be formed, and the channel will be in it... But at the current speed..."

Ying He frowned and looked at the whistling airflow and snowflakes in the sky in front of him. In such an environment, the speed of the iron ship dropped drastically, and he couldn't help but shake his head slightly:

"I'm afraid it will take at least more than a month to get there."

"More than a month?"

Wang Hao pondered slightly, then nodded:

"It doesn't matter, Yue Yu is Yue Yu, right? Safety is the most important thing. By the way, once we get there, we should be able to reach the Far North Plateau soon, right?"

"Soon... but on the way we will encounter the Arctic Sky Sea. It is said that there are many extremely ferocious beasts from Beihai Continent hidden there, and there are even five levels of ferocious beasts. There is a little trouble there, so we have to avoid it. "

"Arctic Tianhai? A fifth-level ferocious beast?"

Wang Hao was just confused when he heard the former, but his eyes couldn't help but light up when he heard the latter.

But then a look of regret appeared.

A fifth-level ferocious beast is still too far away for him. With his current strength, he can at most subdue a fourth-level low-level beast.

The fourth level and the fifth level seem to be separated by only one layer, but they are as different as clouds and mud.

So after just thinking about it for a moment, he gave up this reverie.

Then he nodded and said:

"Then thank you two for your hard work. The fifth-level ferocious beast is too fierce. If it doesn't work, just stay away."

Ying He nodded and comforted:

"Don't worry, Chief Director. Although those ferocious beasts are dangerous, they have also been in the Arctic sky and sea for many years. The scope of their activities has long been figured out. We just need to be careful..."

Wang Ba suddenly frowned:

"What did you just say?"

Ying He was startled, and then said: "The range of activities of these ferocious beasts has been figured out..."

Wang Ba interrupted:

"No, the previous sentence."

Ying He was a little confused:

"The previous sentence? I just said that although those ferocious beasts are dangerous, they have been entrenched in the Arctic sky and sea for many years..."

"It has been entrenched for many years...it has been entrenched for many years..."

As he recited these words, Wang Yan's eyes gradually lit up:

"That's right, monks have a low longevity and they all get it through practice, but that's not the case with spiritual beasts!"

"If they are allowed to practice the True Martial Arts, they are already physically strong and have long lifespans. If not, I can still give them... That's right! This is the most suitable use of the True Martial Arts right now!"

Thinking of this, although he felt a little impatient, he still chatted with the two for a while before returning to the cabin.

Then he immediately separated his spiritual consciousness and entered the secret realm of the picture scroll.

In the secret realm of the picture scroll, since there are no mortals, most of the places are used by him to house spiritual beasts.

Among them, the hybrid white tiger was trapped alone by a formation he set up.

Although the white tiger's spiritual intelligence is slowly growing, it still has the foundation of a ferocious beast. If it is allowed to move freely, it will still be quite dangerous.

In addition, the injury has not yet healed, which can be regarded as giving it a quiet environment to cultivate.

As usual, Wu Yuan King found an old tree, sometimes sitting cross-legged and meditating, sometimes making various postures.

However, Wang Ba did not bother King Wu Yuan, but directly found Jia Shiwu.

Without further entanglement with the other party, he directly introduced this technique into Jia Shiwu's mind with the power of Yin Shen.

"Huh?"

Jia Shishi was stunned for a moment, quickly digesting the "Zhen Martial Sutra" he got from Wang Ba.

This technique is easy to understand, and even a mortal can follow it. Jia Shiwu is now a fourth-level spiritual beast, so naturally he will not be unable to understand it.

"Tempering the blood energy only strengthens the physical body for attack. It is different from the body refining methods I have heard before."

"But... where did the spring and the human acupoint come from in my body?"

The postures and mental formulas are indeed not difficult, but identifying the acupoints is too difficult.

The physical body of the spiritual chicken is naturally different from the human body.

The acupuncture points cannot be the same.

Fortunately, Jia has been practicing for more than fifteen years and has a deep understanding of the most basic physical acupoints.

After figuring out the posture, acupuncture points, and the core of blood energy walking, it quickly followed this set of things to find the corresponding acupoints on the spiritual chicken.

After half a day, a ball of blood energy was condensed in a decent manner.

Upon seeing this, Wang Ba directly threw out a piece of spiritual ore that was extremely hard and even harder than ordinary third-level magic weapons.

Jia Fifteen immediately understood Wang Ba’s intention.

Attach the very little blood to the chicken's beak, aim at the ore and peck it gently.

The blood energy was instantly depleted.

And there was an extremely deep sharp gap on the spiritual ore.

When Jia Fifteen saw this, he suddenly felt a little surprised and breathed out again, and he tilted his head to look at it.

Such an effect can actually be achieved without the blood energy.

But it's not as easy as now.

"The power...has been increased by almost 30%."

"This devil is so kind-hearted that he is willing to teach me such a method... But it's useless. I am not someone who can be bribed so easily! He killed so many of my descendants..."

Jia Fifteen was sometimes happy and sometimes gritted his teeth.

However, he couldn't help but continue to condense his blood energy.

It has a large amount of food rich in spiritual energy as tonics all year round, but the blood energy contained in its physical body is unimaginable, and it itself is extremely condensed.

Therefore, according to the techniques in the "Zhen Martial Sutra", it took almost no time to master it smoothly, and it was even possible to easily mobilize most of the blood and energy in the physical body to help improve the physical strength.

"Why do I feel that my spiritual power seems to be somewhat affected..."

Jia Shiwu muttered secretly.

During the circulation of blood energy, although the strength of the physical body is gradually improved, it seems to be faintly squeezing the inner elixir in its body.

It can obviously absorb the surrounding spiritual energy, but before these spiritual energy can flow into the inner elixir, it is absorbed by the body, nourishing the organs of the physical body, and cultivating more blood and energy from the physical body.

However, its attacks basically rely on the physical body, so the impact is not too great.

Therefore, he quickly adapted to it, turned around and lost interest, and jumped under a snow phoenix chicken, enjoying himself as much as he wanted.

Wang Yan, who had been observing, frowned slightly:

"As I guessed, the "Zhenwu Jing" has little effect on improving fourth-level spiritual beasts. Wang Xu, as a mortal, can burst out the energy and blood power close to the Nascent Soul. This shows that the improvement is exaggerated, but Jia Fifteen has clearly already I have mastered this technique, but the improvement rate is far less than that of ordinary people. This "True Martial Arts" obviously has its limits...or maybe this "True Martial Arts" is not perfect yet."

He thought for a while, and then taught this technique to the second- and third-level spirit chickens, as well as some mountain-moving apes, spirit turtles and other spirit beasts.

It was soon discovered that the closer the spirit beast was to the human form, the more obvious the improvement effect of practicing this technique would be.

Mountain-moving apes are the most suitable, while spirit turtles, psychic ghost loaches, etc. are completely unable to practice.

Under Wang Ba's deliberate guidance, after a short period of practice, the second-level mountain-moving ape can burst out with blood energy that is almost as powerful as the third level.

The third-level mountain-moving ape is a small improvement on the original level.

After Wang Ba's research, he discovered that in addition to the interference from the spiritual power contained in the spirit beast's body, the most important thing is that the blood energy cultivated in the "Zhenwu Jing" does have a limit to the increase in the physical body.

Recalling Wang Xu's previous record of barely resisting the early Nascent Soul cultivators, and combining it with his own observations, Wang Yan roughly estimated a limit value.

"Below level four, the limit should be the level that Wang Xu could reach before."

"Above the fourth level, it will not achieve the effect of doubling it before. It will only slightly increase the power of the physical body."

"The cost is that it also crowds out the spiritual power in the spirit beast's body. However, most of the spirit beasts' use of spiritual power is very rough. In fact, the impact is not big. The only thing that will affect it is that the spirit beast transforms its heritage into In order to consume the blood energy, over time, the foundation is lost, and the hope of promotion is lost... Although this "Zhenwu Jing" has a unique approach, its flaws are still too big."

A trace of pity flashed in Wang Ba's eyes.

There is no doubt about the effectiveness of "Zhenwu Jing".

It is simply a miracle that the combat power of a mortal can be expected to be comparable to that of the Golden Core Perfection, or even close to the Nascent Soul level in his lifetime.

But for those who have potential or spiritual beasts, this technique completely sacrifices the future, and it has its limits.

Unless it can be further improved, Wang Yan himself has no interest in practicing.

But it can’t be said to be useless.

For some second- and third-level spiritual beasts that have no hope of advancing further, teaching them this is equivalent to possessing countless golden elixirs and perfect levels of combat power.

"Wang Xu... was able to create such a skill in just over forty years... I can't compare."

Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh deeply in his heart.

He is still in a state of learning.

The sea accepts hundreds of rivers, and does not choose small streams.

But he didn't expect that a mortal he saved later would be so amazing and talented, and it only took him more than forty years to achieve such an achievement.

Thinking of this, he suddenly had another doubt.

"I injected a little longevity into Wang Xu before, and his life level has jumped. His longevity is still seven hundred years long, even more than that of the Golden Pill monk... Does this mean that the way of true martial arts is actually still there? Is there a lot of potential to be tapped?”

Even if a normal Qi Refining cultivator succeeds in transformation, after entering the foundation building stage, his lifespan will only increase by about fifty years.

The foundation builds up and transforms into a golden elixir, which lasts for another hundred and fifty years to three to four hundred years.

Wang Xu was a mortal before and his lifespan was only a few decades.

But after the transformation, his lifespan suddenly increased.

This can only show that there is still a sequel to the way of Zhenwu. Once the limit of the current "Zhenwu Jing" is exceeded, amazing transformation can occur. This is not a dead end.

Thinking of this, he suddenly became interested again.

"It seems that we still need to find a suitable living being to serve as the carrier of this "True Martial Sutra"."

He glanced at the spiritual beasts he raised.

This does not require much from a living being, just a strong blood and vitality is enough.

But it's a pity that except for Jia Shiwu, Wu Yuan King, White Tiger, and the still dormant Enlightenment Black Turtle, there are no fourth-level spiritual beasts here.

The Embryo Transformation Technique also took a toll on his own soul, so he didn't want to find a random spiritual beast to deal with it.

"Let's take a look first."

Erase the memory of "Zhenwu Jing" in Jia Shiwu's mind.

After giving the hybrid white tiger some healing medicine, he immediately left the secret realm of the picture scroll.

…

North Sea.

In the northern part of the Yan Dynasty in Fenglinzhou, there is a huge suspended city floating in the clouds.

Countless monks with stiff faces were transporting various materials, supplies, etc. in the hanging city in a slightly dull manner.

It was obviously very lively with ‘people coming and going’.

But there was no sound in the entire Hanging City, as if it were a ghost town.

This day.

A figure swam into the sea water below the Hanging City.

He has gray beard and hair, and his clothes are ragged. Although he is strong and strong, he still looks extremely embarrassed.

He struggled to cling to a floating palm tree on the sea and then climbed out of the water.

His whole body seemed to have been swollen by the sea water.

But he didn't care at all. He knelt down respectfully on the trunk of the palm tree and knelt down heavily in the direction of the Hanging City.

shouted:

"Untouchable Wang Xu, please see the guru!"

On the suspended city, countless figures paused for a moment, and then their empty pupils fell from mid-air to the figures in the waves below.

The next moment, in the hanging city, a voice without sadness or joy slowly sounded:

"I thought you were dead...how did you do what you were told to do?"

Wang Xu suddenly showed a look of panic on his face:

"Master, forgive me! The untouchables encountered a sneak attack by demons from the original demon sect. The true warriors who acted with the untouchables were all wiped out. The untouchables barely escaped by hiding in the deep sea..."

"waste!"

"You can't even interfere with their rear. It's really useless!"

"According to the rules, you must be punished!"

He was obviously angry, but his tone was still neither sad nor happy.

Hearing this, Wang Xu's bloodstained face suddenly showed a horrified expression.

The words just fell.

In the sky, a long whip covered with thorns suddenly slammed down!

It hit Wang Xu directly!

A large piece of flesh and blood was directly scraped off his body.

Wang Xu suddenly let out a miserable howl.

However, the existence in the suspended city seemed to have not heard it at all. The long whips continued one after another and fell down in one breath.

After a hundred lashes, Wang Xu slumped against the palm tree. He was already breathing out too much and taking in too little.

In the suspended city, a porcelain bottle flew down and landed next to his ear.

"This is the punishment for not completing the mission!"

"Remember this time! Next time, you won't be so lucky!"

Wang Xu had been beaten so hard that he couldn't make any sound and could only make a "ho ho" sound.

It was vaguely like 'thank you'.

Extremely miserable.

The waves of the North Sea slowly sway the palm trees away.

He was like a dead body that no one cared about.

He didn't know how long he had been wandering around, but he suddenly sat up.

Before Mingming was angry, he looked like a dead person, but now he acted as if nothing had happened.

A touch of coldness and bloodlust quietly appeared in his eyes.

"Wait for me, wait until I find your hiding place..."

He lowered his head slightly, and the flesh and blood on his body was growing again at an alarming rate.

He was expressionless, as if looking at someone else, with a trace of absolute calmness:

"I can now hide it from the Nascent Soul cultivator, and my strength seems to have undergone a huge transformation. However, this is not the limit, and it is far from enough. The "True Martial Sutra" still needs further exploration."

He raised his head slightly and looked at the faintly hanging daylight in the drowsiness.

"When the time is right... call this world immortal!"

…

Beihaizhou.

Huge mist spread in mid-air.

A huge black spiritual rooster strangely clutching a flaming red tung tree, with its wings spread out, stopped in front of the mist.

There was a hint of hesitation in his eyes.

But soon, this hesitation turned into anxiety.

It felt a faint bulging sensation in the cloaca of the lower abdomen.

"Why does this thing feel like the second one is bigger than the first one?"

The black spirit chicken was depressed and anxious at the same time.

It didn't dare to neglect it. Although it could no longer feel the Soul Locking Bell, to ensure safety, it quickly fluttered the mist and flew in.

In the fog, the vision was extremely poor, and his spiritual thoughts seemed to be restricted.

Only when you fly closer can you vaguely see the huge ice peaks towering in the mist.

The black chicken did not dare to neglect, and followed its instinct and quickly flew towards the north.

I don’t know how long it flew before it suddenly stopped.

His eyes looked in front of him in confusion.

In front of it, there is an unfathomable, invisible sea water suspended in the air.

"Why is there a sea here?"

The black chicken tilted its head slightly, eyes full of confusion.

Heaven and Shanghai, never heard of it.

It was in a hurry and hesitated for a moment, but didn't care. With the protection of the tung trees, it flew straight into the sea water.

But what it didn't see was.

Under the deep sea in the distance, a huge shadow disappeared in a flash. (End of chapter)