Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

boom!

As the demon ape's body shrank rapidly, the Hualong Pond also quickly pressed downwards.

The huge impact further compressed the pit below.

It also stirred up a lot of dust.

The demon ape was still struggling hard, but he still couldn't stop being enveloped by the light of the surrounding dragon pool.

"OK!"

"Finally, we have to capture this demonic ape!"

The monks who had stabilized their bodies all around showed a sense of joy for surviving the disaster and the ecstasy of witnessing the capture of the demon ape.

Meishan, who was guarding the sect-protecting formation, glanced at the demonic ape below, but there was no joy in his heart.

Only heaviness:

"It's a bad start this time!"

Among the three sects and one clan in the Great Jin Dynasty, the Wanxiang Sect, which is the most ordinary in strength, has not yet been bulldozed. Just one mountain-guarding spiritual beast has cost them more than twenty ships and more than seventy Nascent Soul monks, not to mention those who control the ships. It can be said that the Jindan monk has suffered a great loss.

After all, the Wanxiang Sect was just the beginning. Later, there were the Changsheng Sect, which had monks who transformed gods, and Youxian Temple, which was extremely mysterious. It was unclear whether there were monks who transformed gods, and the original demons that the Sui Emperor had always been thinking about and wanted to conquer. Zong......

Emperor Sui didn't care about this.

Anyway, with the help of Hualongchi, the Great Sui monks improved very quickly, and dozens of Nascent Soul monks were born every year.

Although the foundation is weaker than that of normal Yuanying monks, as long as the number increases, it is enough.

But he must care.

After all, without these Nascent Soul cultivators, he as a commander would have no meaning.

Do we still need him to fight in person?

He is not a god-transforming monk like Sui Huang. He can conquer all dangers easily with one force.

Thinking of this, he immediately became confused.

His eyes swept across the Wanxiang Sect's sect-protecting formation in front of him. The mist flowing slowly in the formation was just like before.

"strangeness……"

Mei Shan frowned slightly:

"Your Majesty has gone in, why is there no movement at all?"

Although we have just entered, it is said that breaking into the sect-protecting formation will definitely activate the defense of the formation.

With the power of the God Transformation cultivator, there would be some movement leaked out.

Although I was confused, I didn't think much about it.

Since taking refuge with the Sui Emperor, he has witnessed countless scenes of the other party destroying the sect's mountain gate with one hand.

To some extent, he is even more confident than Yang Que.

Although there were some twists and turns when dealing with the demon ape just now, the ending still confirmed his thoughts.

What's more, even if there is some back-up force hidden within the Wanxiang Sect, Hualongchi is outside. Once Emperor Sui encounters any danger, he can be recalled in time.

As a trusted confidant of the Sui Emperor, he vaguely knew this.

Just thinking about it.

Mei Shan's eyes suddenly condensed.

In the fog of the formation, the outline of a figure was faintly revealed.

"Huh? Someone is going to break out?"

Mei Shan was a little surprised. He just casually expressed his loyalty. He really didn't expect anyone to escape from this direction.

But since he chose to come out from here, he naturally couldn't let it go.

With his eyes fixed on the figure that was gradually withdrawing from the formation, he took out a spare black hammer weapon.

Seeing that the figure was staggering and about to fly out, the black hammer flew out immediately and slammed down on the figure!

But at the moment when it was about to hit.

Meishan's pupils shrank!

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?!"

The figure flying out from the formation, wearing a very familiar dragon robe, was surprisingly the current master of the Sui Dynasty, Emperor Yang Que of the Sui Dynasty!

But at this moment, he looked in a daze.

Even the black hammer that was about to fall above his head didn't seem to notice it.

Although confused in his heart, Mei Shan still hurriedly took back the black hammer.

Then he quickly landed in front of Yang Que, cupped his fists and said hesitantly:

"Your Majesty, why are you back..."

Hearing Mei Shan's voice, Yang Que, who was in a trance, slowly paused, raised his head and glanced at Mei Shan, and then suddenly woke up:

"Meishan?"

He subconsciously turned around and looked behind him.

Mei Shan also quickly turned around and looked around.

But all they saw was the silent Wanxiang Sect's protective formation. Just like before, the mist was slowly flowing.

However, there was a trace of extreme fear in Yang Que's eyes, as if he saw the endless terror hidden in the formation!

He murmured to himself in a low voice, seemingly with a hint of weakness and weakness:

"Go...go..."

The sound was like a gnat, so inconsistent that Meishan was a little surprised for a moment:

"Your Majesty, you..."

Unexpectedly, this sound seemed to stimulate Yang Que, and his voice suddenly rose, becoming sharp and distorted:

"Walk!"

"Let's go!"

"this……"

Mei Shan was shocked on the spot.

But he watched helplessly as Yang Que flew up in a hurry and landed on the Dragon Transformation Pond at high speed.

The figure of the blond old man immediately appeared. Looking at Yang Que, whose expression and condition were extremely abnormal, his face was full of surprise:

"Your Majesty, what exactly is going on here?"

"Go! Go!"

However, Yang Que lost his composure and kept mumbling.

The blond old man glanced at the ape below and showed hesitation:

"But the old slave can capture this ape very quickly..."

"Walk!"

"I said go!"

Yang Que suddenly shouted angrily at the blond old man!

His eyes were wide-eyed, and there were countless bloodshot eyes in the whites.

It was as if he had encountered extreme fear and torture that he had never encountered before in his life.

At this moment, the blond old man was shocked.

I couldn't help but look towards the Wanxiang Sect behind the mountain gate not far away.

Feeling confused and confused:

"What exactly did he encounter inside?"

"What can make a god-forming monk undergo such a big change in such a short period of time?!"

"Could it be..."

The surrounding Sui monks also came to their senses, staring at the once wise, mighty and invincible Lord of the Sui Dynasty, who now seemed like a frightened bird.

They couldn't help but look at each other in shock.

What did your Majesty see in the Wanxiang Sect just now?

What terrible things are hidden in this Wanxiang Sect?

this moment.

Except for a demon ape, there was no sound of human beings. The Wanxiang Sect's sect-protecting formation, which was so silent that it was almost dead, actually had a different kind of mystery and terror in the eyes of everyone!

It was like a silent gaping mouth of the abyss, waiting for them to walk in little by little!

Some of them glanced at the demon ape below and quickly woke up:

"That's right! This demonic ape has told us several times before that we are on the wrong path... Could it be that it is actually guarding this place to prevent others from entering by mistake?"

Although this guess was extremely unreliable and even full of loopholes, many monks who were gradually gripped by fear at this moment all came up with the same guess.

They couldn't help but feel like retreating.

Even Mei Shan, feeling furious, took advantage of the opportunity of rushing to Yang Que to quickly stay away from the Wanxiang Sect's formation.

And Yang Que's somewhat hysterical voice suddenly sounded, which intensified the fear in everyone's hearts.

"I order you! Go! Go quickly!"

Everyone looked at Master Hualong and Mei Shan hesitantly.

Meishan gritted his teeth.

Master Hualong frowned and tried to persuade again:

"Your Majesty, you can tell me, even if there is a Void Refining cultivator hidden here..."

"You're not leaving, aren't you? Okay! If you're not leaving, I'm leaving!"

Yang Que's eyes were blood red, staring at Master Hualong and the monks around him, and then he actually got up and flew towards the distance quickly.

"this……"

Seeing this scene, everyone was stunned.

The Lord of Sui Dynasty actually took the lead and ran away? !

After being stunned for a moment, the monks didn't dare to stay any longer, and they immediately dispersed!

Master Hualong struggled for a moment, thinking rapidly in his mind, and then glanced reluctantly at the struggling demon ape below. Finally, he made a choice and shouted:

"His Majesty!"

Then he quickly turned into a stream of light and flew towards Yang Que.

Hualongchi also trembled slightly, let go of the suppression of the demon ape, and flew after Yang Que.

"His Majesty!"

The blond old man's speed was silent but seemed to be still faster than that of Yang Que. He soon landed beside Yang Que, who was just recovering from the shock. His voice was solemn:

"Your Majesty, could it be that you saw Lianxu just now..."

The words have not yet fallen.

The blond old man and Yang Que suddenly realized something and turned around.

Under the gloomy sky in the distance.

Two huge stone pillars stood silently in place.

And the huge mist formation behind the stone pillar silently turned into a big dark hole!

It was as if an immortal had opened his sleeves.

The world suddenly darkened!

The large ships that have not yet escaped, the Nascent Soul monks from the Great Sui Dynasty, the God-breaking crossbows...

Under the shocked gazes of the two people, it was rolled up silently and sucked into the sleeve!

Then in the next moment, the cuffs disappeared.

The huge mist formation, just like before, stood behind the two pillars of the mountain gate.

It was as if everything just now was just an illusion between the two of them.

However, the surroundings were empty, and all the Sui monks who had just fled in all directions had disappeared.

Even the demon ape that made a big fuss before disappeared.

Like a big dream!

"This, so many Nascent Souls..."

The blond old man's eyes widened.

The flesh on his face was trembling, and he looked even more heartbroken than Yang Que.

But Yang Que stared blankly, his face seemed to be crying and smiling, and he murmured to himself:

"I, I know, this is punishing me, this is punishing me..."

As if he had just woken up from a dream, he turned towards the Wanxiang Sect and bowed his head in great respect:

"Thank you for not killing me!"

"Yang Que, leave Dajin now!"

"In this life, I will never dare to take another step into the Great Jin Dynasty!"

After saying that, he seemed to have finally relieved the heavy weight in his heart, and then flew quickly towards the distance.

Only the blond old man was left staring at the Wanxiang Sect in the distance with an extremely ugly expression.

There was a deep fear in the mung bean-like eyes.

"There is actually an immortal who is still alive..."

Although he was extremely unwilling, at this moment, he still had to turn his head and fly towards Yang Que in the distance.

The voice spread far away:

"Your Majesty, we have lost so much in Dajin, but we cannot return empty-handed. It is better to go..."

…

Feng Linzhou.

In the hidden valley bordering the old Shikoku.

Under the concealment formation.

Blood streaks crisscrossed the area.

Han Yanzi stood next to the blood unicorn whose breath seemed to have finally been completely extinguished. He looked away with a solemn expression and murmured in a low voice:

"Wanxiang Sect, Wanxiang Sect..."

"There are so many methods!"

There was a sharp glint in his eyes.

The two biggest losses he had ever suffered in his life were both caused by disciples of the Wanxiang Sect!

If it weren't for Xun Fujun, his body would not have been sacrificed to heaven, making it difficult for him to return to his peak even if he drained the blood of Qilin.

If it weren't for Wang Ba, he would have already seized the throne of the Yin God. Using the evil gods of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods to ward off disasters, he was able to escape the thunder catastrophe in the Kokura Realm and successfully ascend!

If anyone wants to say who I hate more, I would naturally recommend Xun Fujun first.

But Mr. Xun Fu has already died, and the remaining hatred should be borne by the Wanxiang Sect and Wang Ba!

But at this moment, seeing with his own eyes the outcome of the Sui monks' attack on Wanxiang Sect, he couldn't help but hesitate.

There was a slight look of fear in his eyes:

"The people of Wanxiang Sect are as cunning as ghosts. Although there must be no Lianxu existence, I still haven't been able to figure out the method of Wang Ba's resurrection from the dead..."

"That's all, let's spare them for now... I've drained the blood of the Qilin now. This incarnation has barely recovered to 60-70%. The most important thing right now is to find a way to continue recovering, and then see if it can still ascend. Opportunity……"

He frowned and pondered for a while.

His eyes suddenly fell on a black-clothed monk outside the formation, and he said in a deep voice:

"What is the situation in Feng Linzhou now? Are there any new forces born in the place that was previously occupied by the Kingdom of the Gods?"

The monk in black quickly replied nervously:

"Going back to the Supreme Being, in the land occupied by the Kingdom of All Gods in the past, there were quite a few casual cultivators, but perhaps it was because the time was too short, and there were no powerful figures, and no larger sects or dynasties were formed."

Han Xiangzi was slightly surprised when he heard this:

"Da Jin didn't take over."

After thinking about it for a while, he finally came to his senses:

"But it's normal. The spiritual energy in these places is thin, and it's thankless for them... You can take people with you later to capture those casual cultivators and the mortals who are still alive."

He ordered in a casual tone.

The monk in black nodded quickly.

"Is there anything else?"

Han Xiangzi asked again.

The monk in black hesitated for a moment, then said:

"The true warriors who had disappeared for a period of time in the northern part of Dayan and the former Guangling Kingdom seem to be active again, and there are many more powerful people. Some of them are comparable to Nascent Soul monks based on their physical bodies."

"And compared to before, they can simply use some Taoist weapons from Daoshengzhou. The disciples speculate that they should have been learning and absorbing many inheritances from Daoshengzhou during the years they disappeared..."

"Based on the physical body alone, it is comparable to the Nascent Soul...some people?"

Han Xiangzi was stunned for a moment, then his eyes flickered slightly, and he became interested:

"So, the practice system of true warriors has gradually matured... Who is the leader of true warriors now? Maybe he can be recruited?"

The black-clothed monk's answer surprised him slightly:

"Back to the Supreme Being, the leader of the true warriors is still the ancestor of true warriors, Wang Xu."

"Wang Xu?"

Han Xiangzi read the name, which sounded a little familiar, and then said doubtfully:

"Isn't it said that the lifespan of a true warrior is short, no different from that of a mortal? I remember that this person should be more than a hundred years old, right?"

The monk in black quickly replied:

"It is estimated that it is almost two hundred years old since it first came to prominence."

"Almost two hundred years old... so to speak, he is no longer a mortal."

Han Xiangzi was thoughtful and then asked:

"Where is he? Can he be recruited?"

The monk in black suddenly looked embarrassed:

"This person seems to be extremely hostile to our monks. Wherever the true warrior has passed, countless monks have suffered disaster, and his whereabouts are uncertain... but the disciples must find a way to find him."

"Um."

Han Xiangzi nodded and didn't ask any more questions. He glanced at the blood unicorn in front of him that still had residual blood on it. It didn't go to waste.

The formations surrounding the blood unicorn continued to extract the residue from its body.

Han Yanzi glanced at the black-clothed monks around him, and then landed on the stern young man in black who was practicing beside him. He pondered slightly and ordered:

"Submit, I will give you a task."

"After the blood unicorn is completely drained, bury its body here, the deeper the better."

The young man in black was stunned and did not dare to ask any more questions. He nodded quickly:

"Yes, follow the Supreme Commander's order."

Han Xiangzi chuckled:

"Haha, you have made great contributions. I am very optimistic about you. The position of the leader of the Holy Sect has been vacant for a hundred years, so you should encourage me."

The young man's heart trembled, but his face showed a flattered look.

…

On the swaying sea.

Ships carrying huge temples rise and fall with the waves.

In the Temple of the Mother Goddess, in front of the huge placenta, a violently shaking scene suddenly disappeared.

At the end of the picture, you can faintly see Huangjizhou's large ship rolling, the monks rolling back, and the Wanxiang Sect's sect-protecting formation...

As the picture disappears.

Within the placenta, the solemn voice of the Mother Goddess slowly came:

"Yin Shen is indeed right. There are indeed Void Refining monks hiding in the Wanxiang Sect. Yin Shen really contributed a lot... It's a pity that the Void Refining monks of Wanxiang Sect couldn't compete with Hualong Pond. If they could fight, Both sides suffer..."

The God of Life and the God of War on the side also looked solemn and remained silent for a long time.

Yang Que, who had brought them great trouble, was so vulnerable in front of the Wanxiang Sect. Even if it was because of the Hualong Pond, the scene where Yang Que fled in fear just now still gave them a great shock. .

After a long time, the God of Shou spoke out:

"Mother Goddess, if Yang Que offends the Wanxiang Sect, he will probably never come back... In that case, why don't we take the opportunity to counterattack Huangjizhou?"

The God of War also said in a dull voice:

"This time Yang Que took away nearly a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators, as well as those God-breaking crossbows that have a great restraint effect on us. Without these, our chances of winning are greatly increased, so we can give it a try."

The huge placenta pondered for a while, and then said with a little fear:

"Wait for now. When Yin Shen returns, it won't be too late to take action after asking clearly."

The God of Shou and the God of War looked at each other and had no objection.

…

at the same time.

Within the Wanxiang Sect’s protective formation.

Ji Ying and Pang Xiu turned pale, which was caused by excessive loss of soul.

His eyes swept over the astonishing number of Huangjizhou monks in front of him, but they were all confused. Ji Ying couldn't help but look at Wang Ba:

"Deputy Sect Leader, since you are going to let Yang Que go, why do you want to keep these people here?"

"This is not, this is not..."

After all, he didn't say the words 'unnecessary'.

Pang Xiu said nothing, but looked at Wang Ba with puzzled eyes.

Just now, the two of them were summoned by Wang Ba, and the three of them joined forces to make a big splash with the help of the sect-protecting formation.

Although the movement was huge, everyone in Huangjizhou except Yang Que and Hualongchi was arrested in one breath.

But the loss between the two of them was really not small.

After all, these people are not pigs. Staying where they are, actually trying to suck away so many Nascent Soul monks who are desperately trying to escape in one breath will not only make them unable to resist at all, but also appear calm and relaxed, it is really difficult. It is far beyond imagination.

This also makes it difficult for Pang Xiu to understand the necessity of doing this.

Wang Ba, who was opposite, heard Ji Ying's words, his face also showed a rare paleness, but he smiled and shook his head:

"If I'm not mistaken, not only Han Xiangzi was watching outside just now, but the evil gods from the Kingdom of All Gods were also watching."

Ji Ying and Pang Xiu suddenly looked stern:

"Han Xiangzi?"

Ji Ying didn't take seriously the evil gods of the Kingdom of Gods, but he was quite concerned about Han Xiangzi.

He frowned and said:

"Could it be that he instigated the people from Huangjizhou to attack us this time?"

Wang Hao shook his head gently:

"Probably not. Huangjizhou was planning to clear out the entire Fenglinzhou from the very beginning, but the first target they chose happened to be us... But after this time, Yang Que should be able to defend it with peace of mind. Now in Huangji Continent, the reason why these Huangji Continent monks are left here is to take the opportunity to weaken them and continue to attract the attention of the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom."

"Of course, it is also to show the strength and attitude of our sect. Yang Que can let him go, but since he has violated our sect, he must pay the price."

Sects, like people, should not show weakness blindly, nor should they be too competitive.

He didn't understand it before when his cultivation was low, but now he understands it more and more.

When Ji Ying and Pang Xiu heard this, they were suddenly enlightened.

Ji Ying hesitated for a moment and then said nervously:

"Planning for major events in the sect is not what I am good at after all... If you need anything in the future, just let me know."

Wang Bao saluted quickly and did not even dare to say a word.

The other party Yu Gong is now the great elder of Wanxiang Sect, and his status is not inferior to that of the sect leader Qu Shentong.

Yu Zi is the master of his uncle Hu Zaixi, and after all, he is also a close elder.

Wang Yan naturally did not dare to neglect.

"Now you can suppress Yang Que with just one thought. Even I can't do this. You are just like a monk who transforms into a god. There is no need to worry about these common rituals."

Ji Ying stopped Wang Ba.

Looking at Wang Ba, there was a complicated sigh in his eyes.

His master, Yao Wudi, used the Nascent Soul Formation to kill two transformed gods. This breakthrough was already amazing to them.

Three sects and one clan are all praised.

Now that Wang Ba captured Yang Que with a single thought, it was even more shocking.

He has both the talent and ability to practice and the mental means to plan.

In Ji Ying's eyes, Wang Ba's figure faintly overlapped with that of the former sect master Shao Yangzi.

Wang Yanlian said: "If you don't follow the rules, you won't be able to make a circle."

Pang Xiu smiled and said:

"Wang Ba, I won't be polite to you anymore. I'll go back and recover first. If anything happens, just call me."

After saying that, it turned into a stream of light and threw it into the Wanxiang Sutra Library.

Ji Ying also nodded with Wang Ba, and his body suddenly turned into nothingness.

Neither Ji Ying nor Pang Xiu tacitly asked Wang Ba how to deal with these Huangjizhou monks.

After the two left, Wang Hao looked at the confused figures in front of him and let out a long sigh.

Then his eyes quickly became firm.

With these people in place, it’s time to start moving forward with the plan.

…

Dayan.

The original demon sect.

The sect-protecting formation was torn apart at will.

Part of the broken formation is still functioning on its own.

The flames crackled.

The collapsed palaces and ruins... seemed to have just been baptized by the flames of war.

One after another, the figures of the monks, with expressions of sorrow and anger on their faces, filed out of the Demon Sect with their heads lowered.

The blond old man stood beside Yang Que, overlooking the Demon Sect monks below, with a respectful expression on his face:

"Your Majesty, I just learned from this disciple of the Demon Sect that there is a group of beings called 'True Warriors' in the north of Dayan. It is said that although their lifespan is short, they can rival Nascent Soul cultivators..."

Yang Que's face lost a bit of wanton publicity, and he frowned slightly when he heard this:

"A true warrior?"

"Can you make up for this loss?"

The blond old man shook his head hesitantly.

Thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators, such an astonishing number, how could it be so easy to gather together?

Even if this so-called primitive demon sect was bulldozed, only dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators were captured.

I heard that a supreme elder left with a group of Nascent Soul monks.

However, Yang Que was eager to return home and had no intention of continuing to wait here.

Sure enough, Yang Que hesitated and finally nodded:

"Then let's go and have a look... But we have to return to Sui Dynasty as soon as possible. I always feel that the evil gods from the Kingdom of All Gods will come back."

"yes."

The blond old man said respectfully.

An imperceptible coldness flashed through his eyes. (End of chapter)