Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"The sky is tens of thousands of feet lower, and the earth is shrinking by millions of miles... This world is so small."

Dayan.

The original demon sect.

It was extremely bright but there was a faint shadow walking through the depths of the formation.

The shadow of an old man raised his head with his hands behind his hands, looking towards the sky.

His eyes were slightly lost in thought and he was mumbling to himself.

Beside him, a Yuanying monk from the Demon Sect stood behind him, with his hands tied and his eyes lowered.

Even though they knew that the person in front of them only had a remnant soul left, they still held their breath and concentrated, fearful, and did not dare to make a sound.

The old man came back to his senses, glanced at the nervous Demon Sect monks around him, and suddenly smiled:

"Why aren't you talking? Compared with your master and grandmaster, you are still far behind. You are more lively..."

Speaking of this, he seemed to recall something, with a look of compassion on his face:

"Speaking of which, Ren'er is much more sensible than you, but it's a pity that he has something hidden in his heart and refuses to tell the old man. Oh, you said that if the old man ascends, why don't you give him a hand?"

"I have to sneak out by myself... If it's really so easy to get around outside, can the old man stay here for so many years?"

He talked nonchalantly, like a dying man.

It doesn’t matter whether the monks around him are willing to listen.

But among these monks, no one dared to show any signs of strangeness.

What happened before had completely stopped them from resisting.

As a monk of the Demon Sect, the most important thing is to deceive the master and destroy the ancestor.

The Nascent Soul cultivator of the Demon Sect who had been summoned before realized that the sect leader in front of him only had a trace of his soul left, so he took action decisively, and then... he was gone.

The sect's supreme leader didn't even make any move.

A perfect Nascent Soul, murderous without calculation, after the downgrade of heaven and earth, the great monk of the Demon Sect, who had already stood at the top of the Ogura Realm, had his skills backlash in an instant, and died in agony, crying.

All the remaining Demon Sect monks were filled with awe!

Don't dare to be any more negligent.

The old man chanted for a while, and then looked softly at a stern young man in black not far in front of him:

"Shenfu, how did you do what the old man told you?"

Shen Fu immediately saluted the old man with a respectful expression on his face:

"Back to the Supreme Elder, my disciples just investigated the whereabouts of the bleeding unicorn not long ago. This beast seems to have been suppressed by heaven and earth. Now it is hidden deep in the earth's veins, broken into parts, and distributed in..."

After hearing Shenfu's reply, the old man nodded with satisfaction:

"You did a very good job and investigated carefully. Liangqiu Yu has gained a good disciple."

He turned to ask:

"What's the situation with the three sects in Dajin?"

There was no emotion on Shen Fu's face, and he calmly described the situation he learned one by one:

"Many of the methods arranged by the Holy Sect in Dajin have become ineffective as the elders have emerged. Now we can only roughly know that there are very few god-transformation monks from the three sects left. I am afraid it will take some time to know the details. "

The old man frowned slightly, as if he was not satisfied with this answer.

But he then asked again:

"Youxian Temple...can you detect the whereabouts of Tai'a and Xi Lingbo?"

Shen Fu's expressionless face showed a rare hint of embarrassment.

Before he could speak, the old man shook his head:

"That's all. If they really want to hide, you won't be able to find them."

Shen Fu immediately closed his mouth and retreated into the crowd respectfully.

But at this moment, the old man raised his hand and flicked his fingers, shooting a porcelain bottle into Shen Fu's hand.

Shen Fu raised his head in surprise.

The old man didn't say anything, he just signaled Shen Fu to open the porcelain bottle.

Shen Fu hesitated for a moment and gently opened the cork.

Immediately, a group of extremely pure black water droplets quickly overflowed from the porcelain bottle.

Sensing the pure power contained in the black water droplets, the surrounding Demon Sect monks looked at Shen Fu with complex emotions of shock, envy, and jealousy in their eyes.

Shen Fu also looked shocked and stuttered when he spoke:

"This, this... Supreme Elder, this thing is too valuable..."

The old man had a kind smile on his face and waved his hand gently:

"Although what you did was for the sake of the sect, it also helped the old man. It contains the power of the soul that the old man accumulated after he could no longer improve his cultivation. Whether it is used for practice or refining magic weapons, it has many uses. Small use.”

"B-but..."

"It's just a small reward."

The old man raised his hand gently, stopped what he was about to say, and then looked at the crowd:

"The old man said from the beginning that as long as you work well for the Holy Sect, the Holy Sect will not treat you badly."

Hearing the old man's words, the monks below couldn't help but express excitement on their faces.

A middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then saluted the old man and said:

"To report to the Supreme Elder, the slave cultivator who stayed in Dajin before said something, but I don't know if it is of any use."

The old man didn't speak, just looked at him.

The monks couldn't help but look at him.

The middle-aged monk couldn't help but thought, but he still said bravely:

"During this period, within the three sects and one clan of the Great Jin Dynasty, except for the Youxian Temple, which is not clear, there have been large-scale changes in the people at the helm and the important positions within the sect. The leader of the Changsheng Sect was taken over by the original elder, the cultivator Liang Qiaosong. But in fact, it is the original No. 1 True Successor of the Changsheng Sect, and ‘An Changshou’, who is known as the Little Sword God, is in charge.”

"Liang Qiaosong?"

The old man frowned slightly:

"I seem to have heard of it somewhere... By the way, he is the one in this generation of Changsheng Sect who has mastered the magical power of extending life, right?"

The middle-aged monk nodded quickly and complimented:

"The Supreme Elder really shines brightly for thousands of miles."

"The Immortality Sect, the magical power of extending life..."

The old man was not affected, his eyes were thoughtful.

The monks below noticed the old man's reaction, and their hearts moved slightly.

Immediately, a fat monk with a smile on his face stood up:

"Your Majesty, now that the immortals of the Changsheng Sect are no longer in existence and have declined, why don't we take advantage of his illness to kill him? Seize the tens of thousands of years of accumulation of the Changsheng Sect?"

The old man was noncommittal, his brows slightly relaxed, and he asked the middle-aged monk just now:

"Wanxiang Sect, the changes should be bigger, right?"

While talking.

In his mind, a moon-white figure flashed involuntarily, and his eyes subconsciously flashed a sharp light.

This is the first time in so many years that he has suffered such a big loss from a junior!

If he hadn't always left room for action, he would have even used the power of forgetfulness to forget all his back-up plans in order to prevent himself from feeling insecure.

At this moment, I am afraid that like those transformed gods of the Jin Dynasty, they are hanging in the sky and have completely become a part of this world.

Even so, he has now suffered heavy losses that are difficult to estimate, and he even had to show up in person to take control of the situation.

The middle-aged monk quickly replied:

"Back to the Supreme Elder, the Wanxiang Sect has indeed changed more. The number of embodied gods in the sect is not clear. However, the position of the sect leader was inherited by Qu Shentong, the original lord of Shaoyin Mountain, and there was also a deputy sect leader. The position seems to be... well, it is held by a person named 'Wang Yan'."

"boom!"

The void beside the old man suddenly exploded!

The sky darkened instantly, as if I noticed something, dark clouds slowly gathered in the sky...

All the Nascent Soul cultivators couldn't help but hold their breath and stared at the old man nervously, and the air became silent for an instant.

"call--"

The old man let out a long breath.

The sharp light in his eyes quietly disappeared, and the terrifying aura surging in his body quickly converged. The dark clouds in the sky suddenly lost their target, lingered for a while, and gradually dispersed.

He looked at the middle-aged monk:

"Where did you say just now? Keep talking."

The middle-aged monk swallowed nervously, suppressed the fear in his heart, and spoke quickly:

"Yes, yes, I just mentioned Wang Ba, the deputy sect leader of the Wanxiang Sect. He is quite lackluster. The only extraordinary thing about him is that he has a master who transforms into a god..."

Hearing this, the old man couldn't help but let out a laugh.

Lackluster?

If he hadn't still clearly remembered that this young man named Wang Yan had used various means to take away the Yin Shen position that he had carefully laid out for two hundred years, thus making his plan go to waste, he might have really thought that the other party was lackluster. Useless.

If he hates Mr. Xun Fu, then he feels more shame and anger than hatred for Wang Ba, who has just stepped into the Nascent Soul.

The most important thing is that he still clearly remembers that he clearly defeated the opponent's soul consciousness at the expense of both jade and stone.

But at the last moment, the other party mysteriously resurrected on the spot.

"Did I see it wrong?"

"Is it the will of heaven and earth, or is it an unknown magical power?"

The old man frowned in thought.

At this time, the monks around him were not blind, and they could all see that the old man seemed to have thoughts about the new deputy master of Wanxiang Sect.

The smiling fat monk who just suggested to attack the Changsheng Sect couldn't help but look overjoyed when he heard the middle-aged monk's words, and immediately said:

"Your Majesty, even the sect leader is only a Nascent Soul cultivator. I'm afraid that the Wanxiang Sect will suffer even greater losses this time! We can also directly bypass the Changsheng Sect and take action against the Wanxiang Sect!"

Although the Holy Sect suffered great losses, as long as the Supreme Being is here, it is by no means hopeless to swallow up the Wanxiang Sect.

And as long as they swallow the Wanxiang Sect, with the accumulation of the Wanxiang Sect over the years, if nothing else, they Nascent Soul monks will definitely be able to eat their fill. When they are strong enough, they can take advantage of the opportunity to swallow the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple...

This kind of truth is not only understood by the fat monk with a smile, but also by other monks.

Thinking of the old man's generous reward just now, I couldn't help but secretly regret not making the suggestion earlier.

Among the crowd, only Shen Fu's heart suddenly sank.

"Oops, this old demon Han is probably going to target the Wanxiang Sect! I have to inform my senior brother quickly!"

However, what the monks didn't expect was that the old man just glanced at the fat monk with a smile and said calmly:

"Wanxiang Sect... don't worry about it."

No, don't worry about it?

Not only the fat monk, but also the other monks around him could not help but be stunned.

Some people don't understand what the Supreme Being is thinking.

The old man frowned slightly, paused, and then added:

"Keep an eye on the Wanxiang Sect, but don't move."

Then, without waiting for anyone to react, he asked the middle-aged monk again:

"Anymore?"

The middle-aged monk hesitated for a moment, then said:

"The whereabouts of Youxian Temple are a mystery, and the disciple's slave cultivator is not clear, but the Qin family has also changed..."

Compared to the three sects, the changes in the Qin family were obviously not worth mentioning to the old man.

So he just listened to a few words and then shot a porcelain bottle at the middle-aged monk with a snap of his fingers.

He whispered a few words of encouragement.

Seeing that the old man had no intention of rewarding him, the smiling fat monk hesitated for a moment and then reported something to the old man.

"Those true warriors raised by the Three Continents, backfired on Daoshengzhou?"

The old man was slightly surprised:

"Although Dao Shengzhou's method is unknown to Dao, he is also good at driving puppets, and his skills are close to Dao. Even if the spirit cannot be transformed, there should still be many Nascent Soul monks. These true warriors have only been around for a few decades. Where can they come from? His ability can backfire on Dao Shengzhou?"

The smile on the fat monk's face froze slightly when he was asked. He quickly wiped the non-existent sweat drops on his forehead and whispered:

"This disciple really doesn't know much about this. I only heard that Wang Xu, the ancestor of Zhenwu who created the way of Zhenwu, had only practiced for a few decades. Not long ago, he actually killed the Yuanying Perfection monk in Daoshengzhou on the North Sea. Although it is said that there is some trickery, it is also said that he is a person of destiny because of it... I, I will go find out again and report back!"

The old man couldn't help but narrow his eyes:

"A mortal who has practiced true martial arts for only a few decades can actually kill a Yuanying Perfection cultivator?"

"This speed of progress is beyond the reach of even our Holy Sect monks."

"Destiny...Destiny..."

"Zhenwu, it's interesting..."

Among the crowd, a monk immediately came forward:

"Disciple, go and capture this person now! Ask him if there is any adventure in him!"

The old man raised his hand calmly and stopped the other party:

"You have to prioritize things. In this regard, you and Ren'er are far apart... Shen Fu, since you have found the location of the blood unicorn, lead the way for the old man."

In the crowd, Shen Fu's body shook slightly when his name was called.

Then he immediately showed a hint of surprise at being respected and said quickly:

"Disciple accepts the order!"

In my heart, I couldn't help but gradually sink.

With Old Devil Han by his side, even if something happened, he would not dare to notify his senior brother at all.

"Well, some of you should stay with the Holy Sect, and some should go with the old man. This is your opportunity."

The old man glanced around and nodded at some people.

Then these figures quietly disappeared into the original demon sect's formation.

…

Huangjizhou.

There are more than ten thousand towering temples leaning on the coast.

At the edge, in a dark and gloomy temple.

Consciousness returns to the idol.

Wang Hao slowly opened his eyes.

However, in his heart, he still couldn't help but think of what happened in front of that mortal city just now.

I frowned and thought for a while, and finally found some words in the nooks and crannies of my memory:

"Great Confucian... I remember that the sect's documents once recorded that in ancient times, there was indeed a school of cultivation that did not cultivate lifespan or magical powers. It only cultivated a breath of awe-inspiring righteousness. With a single breath, it could even make the ancient gods do it. It collapsed, but at ordinary times, it has no strength to restrain the chicken and is extremely weak."

"What I saw today is probably this kind of inheritance."

"I didn't expect that Huangjizhou would still retain such an ancient method, and there are still people practicing it."

Wang Ba couldn't help but ponder:

"It should be related to Daqian. According to the rough records in the sect, after Daqian unified Huangji Continent, all cultivation materials were controlled by the Daqian royal family. Almost all the gods in Huangji Continent were descendants of the Daqian royal family. Or a few descendants of meritorious deeds... In order to ensure his rule, Daqian may deliberately promote this Confucianism."

Anyway, no matter how powerful the scholar is, his life span is the same as that of ordinary people, and he controls the resources for cultivation, so there is no need to worry about these people rebelling.

Thinking about it this way, it roughly makes sense.

However, these did not have much to do with him. What made him more concerned was, what kind of method could this great Confucian practice be classified into?

"Looking at the way he recited the words of the saint when he took action... it should be classified as a divine pattern ritual."

"But the words of the saint can be effective, but they also seem to gather the faith of the people. This has a feeling of the way of the soul."

Wang Ba couldn't help but frowned, recalling that Chi Jian had given him many Kung Fu books before, and there were still many that he had not yet read:

"I don't know if the great Confucian's cultivation methods are included in these classics given by Senior Chijian."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but think of Chi Jian again.

Can't help but shake his head slightly.

The world has changed, and the situation has changed drastically. Senior Chijian, who has a good relationship with him, may not be alive now.

at this time.

Outside the temple, the Mother Goddess's unique voice that was difficult to distinguish between male and female came:

"The great Confucian scholars bullied me too much!"

"Well God, River God, Rain God... you quickly occupy this area, I will flood this place!"

Wang Hao's heart moved and he was slightly confused.

"It's strange. It's not that the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods has swept across the entire Huangji Continent. Why are so many evil gods here, but it's so ineffective?"

It was not that he wanted to watch the Kingdom of All Gods wreak havoc on Huangji Continent and grow unscrupulously.

But he was puzzled by the huge gap between the information he knew and what he saw with his own eyes.

The Evil God values ​​mortals the most, but the Mother Goddess would rather flood a city to vent her anger, which shows how frustrated she is.

Thinking of this, his mind moved slightly, and the statue rose from the ground, turned from reality to reality, and quickly flew out of the temple.

I saw huge evil gods with different appearances also standing on the temple, either with angry eyes or gloomy eyes, looking into the distance.

The incense path monks below also followed behind and waved flags to cheer.

Not long after, several evil gods named by the Mother Goddess flew straight into the distance.

In this way, the evil gods above the temple returned to the temple one by one.

Not long after, the voice of the Mother Goddess came to Wang Ba's ears again, but this time there was a little more emotion in her voice, as if she was still concerned about those Confucian scholars:

"Yin Shen, if you come to my palace, I will give you the most powerful method."

Wang Hao's heart suddenly condensed.

"To His temple?"

At this moment, the power of the Yin God couldn't help but be ready to move.

He replied calmly, and then his body quickly turned into reality, and he quickly flew out of the temple and flew straight to one of the three largest temples among the more than ten thousand temples.

The statue quickly passed through the temple and fell into a hall filled with brilliant divine light.

As far as the eye could see, a huge placenta was hanging in the middle of the hall, with countless umbilical cords leading to the surrounding void.

However, the moment he saw the placenta, Wang Yan's heart couldn't help but sink:

"God-level?"

And what shocked him even more was.

Suddenly, two or three familiar voices of surprise came from beside me:

"You... aren't you the monk who forced us to enter the sky before?" (End of this chapter)