Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

North Sea.

The cold wind from the depths of Beihai Island blows across this remote and deep sea day after day.

Frost and thick fog are almost the only scenery here.

The howling of the cold wind is almost the only sound here.

But in the depths of this thick fog, the looming shadows of rafts and ships could be seen faintly.

High in the sky.

A middle-aged man in a dragon robe and an old man with blond hair were looking down side by side.

This mysterious and silent sea area can be seen clearly in their eyes, and there is no secret at all.

Now in their sight.

A complex and exquisite but slightly damaged huge bronze city, half submerged in the sea, half exposed to the sea.

Countless ships, large and small, gathered towards this bronze ancient city from all directions, and then one by one, true warriors whose aura was no different from that of mortals, walked out of the ships and walked into the city from the gate of the ancient city.

Around the city, there were an extremely large number of ships heading towards the outskirts.

But all this was silent under the cover of thick fog all around.

Yang Que raised his eyebrows slightly, a little surprised:

"These true warriors actually have such skills?"

The blond old man was also a little surprised.

In their previous understanding, these true warriors were just mortals, with nothing special about them and unable to use magic power at all. However, they did not expect that these true warriors would actually establish such a large establishment in the deserted North Sea. city.

Fortunately, Yang Que's doubts did not last long. He looked at the huge city below with interest:

"The ancestor of Zhenwu should be here, right?"

The blond old man shook his head slightly.

The environment here is unique and seems to interfere with the monks' magic power and spiritual consciousness, and the city itself seems to be able to withstand outside exploration.

Of course, the most important thing is that if these true warriors do not use their energy and blood, they are almost the same as ordinary mortals.

They can hardly feel any difference between these true warriors and mortals.

The blond old man hesitated for a moment and whispered:

"Your Majesty, why don't I capture someone and ask him?"

When Yang Que heard this, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile:

"Why bother?"

"This city is so large that all the true warriors gather here. Even if it is not the residence of the ancestors of true warriors, it must be the most important place for true warriors.

As long as I create noise, he will definitely come over, otherwise how can I convince the public? "

The blond old man looked hesitant, but finally nodded.

The next moment, Yang Que had a thought in his mind.

A primitive demon sect monk behind him immediately flew out like an arrow.

Then he quickly broke through the thick fog and flew over the giant bronze city.

The arrival of the Demon Sect monks quickly aroused the vigilance of the true warriors in the city below.

"who is it?!"

"Quick, it's the Demon Sect's reverse cultivation!"

"They actually found this place!"

"Go and inform the protector!"

A few hurried sounds.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of figures with obscure auras, dry bodies, and old faces emerged from the sky, staring at the Demon Sect monks above with vigilant eyes.

Under the thick fog all around, more than ten figures emerged from the sea silently, vaguely surrounding the Demon Sect monks in the sky.

Seeing these dozens of figures, Yang Que, whose figure was hidden in the thick fog in the distance, showed a strange color.

Although the Qi and blood of these true warriors who were the first to fly out were still extremely obscure, he, the god-forming monk, still caught a trace of the fluctuation instantly.

"Is this the fourth level true warrior?"

"Using Qi and blood to forcibly control the surrounding spiritual energy to achieve an effect that is almost magical. It is completely different from physical cultivation. Although it is still crude, it does have merits."

Yang Que looked down and nodded slightly, his eyes becoming more and more satisfied.

He is not afraid that the true warriors are too strong, but he is afraid that these true warriors will not meet his requirements.

Although these true warriors below are still a little weak at present.

But considering that the time for true warriors to flourish is extremely short.

There is no doubt that the potential is huge.

In the long run, it will be an important force that suppresses Master Hualong.

Thinking of this, Yang Que cast a vague glance at Master Hualong.

He sneered in his heart.

When he is strong enough, no matter whether the opponent is a weapon spirit or not, he can only remain a weapon spirit!

Before that, this group of true warriors was undoubtedly the best tool.

My thoughts are spinning.

The demon sect monk below had an expressionless face. Under Yang Que's signal, without any warning, he immediately released a huge ghost spell at the giant bronze city below!

The ghost quickly turned into a huge black scythe, condensed into substance, and slammed towards the city below!

"court death!!"

"Suffer death for counter-cultivation!"

The dozens of true warriors flying over the city suddenly changed their expressions!

Some people quickly faced this bloody spell.

Some old men with withered muscles had cold eyes.

Bloody steam quickly filled his body and exploded!

Wrapping his body like a layer of armor, the old man then stepped on his feet in the air, suddenly took off, and quickly condensed a large bloody gun in his hand.

He raised the gun over his shoulder and twisted his hips.

Throw it hard towards the Demon Sect monk in the sky!

His speed is too fast.

The blood-colored spear passed through the not-so-distant distance almost instantly and hit the Demon Sect monk heavily.

boom!

The precious light instantly lit up.

Faintly cracked.

However, these true warriors did not wait until their faces showed joy.

There were dozens or hundreds of figures of demon sect monks in the sky, breaking through the thick fog.

Only a small part of these monks are Yuanying, and most of them are Jindan monks.

But for most of the true warriors below who couldn't fly, it was enough to suppress them.

Along with these monks came vicious or vicious spells.

For a time, ghosts shuttled back and forth, and the sound of howling and wailing could be heard endlessly!

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

Dozens of fourth-level true warriors rushed up to the sky without hesitation to meet the attack of the Demon Sect monks.

And among the wall stacks and cave entrances on the huge bronze city, true warriors shouted in unison, frantically warning people inside and outside the city.

The sound echoed across the sea filled with thick fog and howls.

On the sea below, warning sounds were heard, and instead of running away, countless ships swam towards the huge city at high speeds.

Many people on the boats jumped directly into the sea and quickly approached the huge city like swimming fish.

It's just that some of them are destined to stay in the sea forever and never come ashore again.

Whoosh!

There was a rush of sound.

Then balls of deep white and cold flames fell heavily from high in the sky.

The flames seemed to flow quickly and poured onto the sea, burning fiercely.

Many true warriors who were swimming in the sea and had no time to dodge were quickly contaminated by the flames.

For a time, the painful wails of the true warriors, the crackling sound of burning flesh and fat, and the smell of meat filled the sea near Bronze City...

Those who survived all had their eyes cracked.

same moment.

Yang Que stood quietly in mid-air with his hands behind his hands.

He was so stingy in paying attention to the true warriors who died in vain on the sea around the city that he refused to even give them a glance.

His eyes were fixed on the city below.

"It's like this, why don't you come out?"

He was not in a hurry, but he was just looking forward to the performance that the ancestor of Zhenwu was about to bring.

For someone with such great potential, he has enough patience to wait.

The only worry is that the ancestor of Zhenwu cannot meet his requirements.

Just when Yang Que was secretly worried.

In the giant bronze city below.

An extremely thick blood-colored spear suddenly flew out.

This blood-colored spear is far thicker than the one wielded by the fourth-level true warrior just now, but in terms of momentum and breath, it is far inferior to the one just now.

In a battle where spells are flying around and blood is rolling, it is inconspicuous at all.

However, Yang Que, who had always been paying attention to the giant bronze city, suddenly brightened up.

The next moment.

The big blood-colored spear flew into the air and suddenly collapsed, turning into a series of smaller blood-colored spears, flying silently towards the surrounding Demon Sect monks.

boom!

Almost instantly.

These small blood-colored spears collided with the Demon Sect monks at an astonishing speed!

Bang bang bang!

The exposure on the monks exploded almost as soon as it lit up.

A huge impact came from the hearts of the Demon Sect monks controlled by Yang Que!

And almost at the same moment, those fourth-level true warriors did not give up such an opportunity.

One by one, they soared into the air in an instant, seizing the opportunity for the monks to react, and quickly injected a massive amount of blood energy into the bodies of these monks.

The magic power of many Demon Sect monks who had no time to react was instantly dispersed, and they were directly captured by these true warriors.

The Master Hualong in the sky had a little reluctance in his eyes.

However, Yang Que didn't care at all about the life and death of these demon sect monks, and his eyes were fixed on the figure standing alone on the top of the giant bronze city.

The figure was covered with silver hair, and his beard and hair were knotted together, like a male lion.

Wearing a simple coarse cloth.

It revealed its broad and solid chest, which did not look like the chest that an old man should have at all.

Like an ascetic monk.

His face was as sharp as a knife and an axe, and although it was covered with old wrinkles, he had a strong and capable look.

As he looked around, his eyes were like eagles, shining brightly.

Even standing on the Bronze City, looking up at the sky.

But it gives people a strong feeling of condescension.

"He is the ancestor of Zhenwu."

When Yang Que saw this figure in the sky, this guess came to his mind almost immediately.

Although it was a guess, he was extremely certain.

The feeling this person gave him was really too strong.

It is a feeling that can be recognized in a crowd with just one glance.

Strong and confident.

Brave and fearless.

Such eyes and temperament had been encountered several times during his conquest of the entire Huangji Continent.

And these people would rather live in pieces than in ruins.

Or it will become an extremely important support for his subordinates.

It's just that none of the people he met in the past could have such a strong impact on him like the ancestor of Zhenwu in front of him.

And right now.

The top of the giant bronze city.

The gray-headed old man, who looked like a lion, glanced sharply in the direction of Yang Que.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

The voice was not loud, but it was like a lion roaring:

"Since you're here, why don't you come down?"

In the sky, Master Hualong showed a strange color.

Yang Que also looked surprised, and then the smile on his face became even stronger.

"well!"

"This person can actually feel my presence... He is indeed the person who pioneered the way of true martial arts. He is indeed different from ordinary people!"

His thoughts moved slightly, and he whispered to Master Hualong:

"Just wait for me here."

Master Hualong hesitated and said:

"Your Majesty, this person just took action and defeated the demon sect monks controlled by your majesty with one move. Such ability is no longer weaker than that of Yuan Ying's perfect monks who have understood the secret of Taoism..."

When Yang Que heard this, he couldn't help laughing and said:

"If not, why would I recruit this person myself?"

As he spoke, he slowly flew downwards.

The true warriors who were arresting the demon sect monks in mid-air soon saw Yang Que's arrival, and their faces suddenly turned violent.

"There's one more hidden!"

"kill!"

However, Yang Que had a faint smile on his face and walked calmly among the figures of these true warriors who were attacking each other as if they were walking on flat ground.

It was clear that these true warriors were attacking with all their strength, but not a single bit could fall on Yang Que.

It was as if Yang Que was separated from them by a world.

On top of the bronze city, the pale-headed old man's eyes flashed strangely when he saw this scene.

He opened his mouth slightly, and his deep voice immediately spread throughout the sea.

"Everyone, please stand down. He is not something you can handle."

The true warriors in mid-air looked at each other unwillingly, but no one dared to ignore the old man's words. They glanced angrily at Yang Que, then quickly grabbed the Demon Sect monks with a vigilant face and retreated into the city.

Yang Que looked at this scene and had no intention of saving these Demon Sect monks.

Compared to these monks, he cared more about the ancestor of Zhenwu in front of him.

So he landed on the giant bronze city, stood opposite the old man with a green head, and said without hesitation:

"Are you the ancestor of Zhenwu? Come with me. I will take you away from this bitter cold land and go to Huangji Continent where the spiritual energy is more abundant. There, I can provide you with a large number of skills and resources. For your practice!”

However, what surprised him was that the old man with a gray head opposite looked at him with something strange.

The gray-headed old man suddenly said:

"These Demon Sect monks...were you brought here?"

Yang Que shook his head without any hesitation and said:

"I don't know any Demon Sect monks. I just heard some noise, so I came over to take a look..."

The gray-headed old man's rock-like lips opened slightly, revealing a hint of mockery:

"Really? So what happened to the blood of a true warrior on your body...?"

"Um?"

Yang Que was slightly startled.

Then he frowned and said:

"You do have some discernment. I do have some relationship with the Demon Sect monks... But this is not important. Are you interested in the proposal I just made?"

"When you arrive at Huangji Continent, I will give you the position of prime minister. This is a position that is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people!"

"I appreciate you and give you a chance!"

"One day, maybe you can fly to the upper realm with me! Wouldn't it be better to live forever than to live here?"

"Is it?"

The old man with a green head looked at Yang Que, and then showed a... bloodthirsty smile.

"I want this opportunity."

next moment.

In Yang Que's shocked eyes.

The blood-colored steam was so surging that it even made his hair stand on end. It erupted from every pore of the old man's body and quickly surrounded the old man.

In the blink of an eye, it turned into a bloody skeleton that was several feet tall.

Even more blood spread, quickly surrounding Yang Que!

Almost instantly, the two of them were completely surrounded by blood.

The blood-red skeleton's dark eyes stared at Yang Que, its jaws moved slightly, as if smiling:

"Are you a god-forming monk? After becoming a fifth-level true warrior, I have never killed anyone of this level..."

Yang Que's heart suddenly shivered!

But he soon calmed down again.

Looking at the bloody skeleton opposite, he chuckled:

"Really? It's a pity that you still didn't seize this opportunity."

"Master Hualong."

"Master Hualong!"

Two sounds in a row, but there was no change at all.

Yang Que's expression finally darkened at this moment.

Among the bloody skeletons, a slightly sneering voice came out:

"It seems that your friend is not very cooperative."

Yang Que's expression was cold, but there was not much panic.

"External forces are external forces after all. I, Yang Que, have always relied on myself to get to where I am today!"

"Even without its help, I can still beat you!"

The golden dragon jumped out and headed towards the bloody skeleton...

Half a day later.

A huge dark cloud slowly gathered over the giant bronze city.

Before the bloody rain fell, it was blown into powder by the cold current over the North Sea and spread around.

same moment.

In the sky above Guangling Kingdom, a stream of light suddenly stopped, revealing a slightly surprised old figure.

"Beihai...has a god-forming monk died?"

He pondered slightly, then turned into a stream of light again and flew towards the North Sea. (End of chapter)