Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Dayan, the original Demon Sect.

The long river surrounds the Immortal Palace, and the Yunxiao Heavy Pill Pavilion.

Since the last time the sect was breached by Yang Que of Huangjizhou and countless cultivators and resources were plundered, the cultivators in the sect learned from their mistakes and changed their previous flashy style. A weak water river was built outside the entire sect, and a series of attack formations were set up inside. Even if a cultivator in the late stage of the transformation of the spirit dared to break in, he would die.

After three or four hundred years of recuperation and recruiting disciples, the number of cultivators in the sect has gradually returned to its former scale.

Of course, the quality of the cultivators is far from comparable to the past. It is okay for cultivators of Qi Refining and Foundation Building. Three or four hundred years is enough to restore a lot of vitality, but Jindan and Yuanying cannot be cultivated in a short time, even if the cultivators of the Demon Sect practice very fast.

This day.

A blood rainbow flew from a distance and fell into the Demon Sect.

The Demon Sect formation below suddenly showed a touch of blood light.

However, when the two figures in the blood rainbow flew out, the formation suddenly became quiet again.

The monks guarding the formation quickly flew out, saluted respectfully and shouted:

"Disciple greets the Supreme, greets the Sect Master!"

The two figures were naturally Han Yanzi and Shen Fu who escaped from the Changsheng Sect.

Han Yanzi did not pay any attention to them. He held a half-stub of a sacred tree that was floating up and down in his hand and flew straight into the sect.

Shen Fu nodded slightly, and then asked calmly:

"When our sect and the Supreme were away, was there anything unusual in the sect?"

The monk guarding the formation hurriedly clasped his fists and said:

"Replying to the sect master, everything in the sect is normal."

Shen Fu frowned slightly:

"Are you sure there is nothing unusual in the sect?"

The monk guarding the formation was slightly stunned and hesitated:

"This... there shouldn't be, I will go check it out now."

Shen Fu frowned and shook his head:

"Okay, if there is nothing, then forget it."

He swept his eyes across the entire Demon Sect without leaving a trace, and then quietly retracted his eyes. After hearing Han Yanzi's voice, he hurried over again.

Han Yanzi was standing at the core of the entire Demon Sect at this moment.

Holding the upper half of the Immortal God Tree in his hand, he could vaguely seep juice from the broken cross section, as if it was growing.

"The Supreme."

Shen Fu bowed slightly.

Han Yanzi's face was slightly gloomy. He had just been forced back by Wang Ba's incarnation. At this moment, he felt a little ashamed.

He nodded slightly, and then ordered:

"This tree needs a lot of space. You go and move all the disciples in this sect away."

Shen Fu hesitated when he heard this:

"This treasure is so important, why not send it to the secret realm..."

Han Yanzi shook his head and said in a deep voice, less calm and more impatient:

"Just do it if I tell you to do it."

"Yes."

Shen Fu immediately retreated respectfully, with a hint of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

Then, figures quickly flew out from the Qiongyu below.

A piece of open space was quickly cleared below.

Seeing this, Han Yanzi eased his expression, and without delay, he directly sent the half of the Immortal God Tree in his hand into the land below carefully.

This immortal tree is also peculiar. As soon as it was planted in the soil, the roots of the lower half of the tree quickly grew out and penetrated into the soil.

But soon, Han Yanzi couldn't help but frown.

But the breath of the immortal tree was not full, and the broad green leaves were a little more sluggish.

"Not enough spiritual energy..."

Han Yanzi glanced at the roots of the immortal tree and revealed a look of realization.

The demand for spiritual energy for the cultivation of the demon sect cultivators is actually less than that of normal cultivators. Therefore, although the spiritual energy in the demon sect is also full, it is actually much worse than that of the longevity sect.

The immortal tree is flourishing in the longevity sect, but it may not grow well in the demon sect.

What's more, the immortal tree has just been cut off from the middle, and it originally had no roots. Now it is from nothing to something, so the consumption is naturally greater.

Han Yanzi couldn't help but frown slightly. It is not difficult to supply spiritual energy for a while, but it is difficult to supply it for a long time.

After hesitating for a moment, he flew forward and gently stroked the sacred tree, but did not get the expected feedback.

There was not even a little spirituality in the sacred tree.

"Not good... I only got the upper half of this immortal sacred tree. Could it be that the spiritual wisdom of the sacred tree is in the lower half?"

Han Yanzi's mind changed slightly!

He planned to attack the Changsheng Sect for this immortal sacred tree, and wanted to use the immortal sacred tree to delay the upcoming life limit.

However, this immortal sacred tree is very special, and it must be recognized by the spirituality in the immortal sacred tree before it can be granted the "life extension magic power".

If nothing unexpected happened, he could have brought the immortal sacred tree back and used special methods to force the spirit of the immortal sacred tree to hand over the "life extension magic power", but the action of Yuanci Taoist made the immortal sacred tree, which should have been intact, have problems.

Thinking of this, he was shocked and angry.

It was difficult to keep calm on his face.

"Yuanci Taoist... Wang Ba!!"

Just as he looked at the immortal tree below, which was constantly exploring the roots around it like a living thing due to the lack of spiritual energy, his heart suddenly moved.

"The spirituality is no longer there... Then I will create another one!"

The thought came to his mind.

The next moment, a hidden secret realm in the void of the Demon Sect suddenly revealed a gap, and then a large amount of pure blood quickly rushed to the roots of the immortal tree!

Shen Fu, who was not far away, did not look away.

But at this moment, his heart was shaken violently.

In the gap in this secret realm, he felt a subtle fluctuation that he was very familiar with and only he could distinguish it with the inheritance of the weapon demon.

"Yin Talisman!"

"Gong Xiyin...he's inside!"

It's just that he didn't dare to have the slightest disturbance. Regardless of his expression or mood, he remained absolutely calm at this moment.

At the same time, Han Xiangzi opened a gap in the secret realm, attracted blood, and quickly formed a pool of blood around the Immortal Tree.

The root system of the Immortal Tree seemed to have seen the best fertilizer. Countless roots grew rapidly, like long whips, thrown into the pool of blood, and began to gurglingly absorb the blood in the pool. .

The originally red tree trunk became brighter and brighter from bottom to top in a short period of time!

"Okay! It really works!"

Han Xiangzi was overjoyed.

He had stumbled upon it by mistake. He recalled some of the spiritual plants he planted when he was young. If he buried his killed opponents under the spiritual plants, the spiritual plants would grow happily, so he was inspired.

But I didn't expect the effect to be so obvious.

And soon, not only the trunk of the tree turned bright red, but also the thick leaves on the branches became tender and reddish little by little, and a faint blood filled the air, as if a burning blood fire was formed in the crown of the tree.

Such changes suddenly gave Han Xiangzi an idea.

"It has no spirituality at this time. If I can refine it and make it recognize me as its master..."

Han Xiangzi was also very decisive. At this time, the spirit of the immortal tree was not born yet, which was the most suitable time for refining.

But he didn't take action immediately, looking at Shen Fu with a cold look:

"Don't let anyone get close!"

Shen Fu looked stern and quickly accepted the order.

Countless Demon Sect monks quickly dispersed in all directions.

Seeing that no one was peeping around anymore, he just snapped his fingers and shot, and the surrounding area was immediately covered in blood.

He then patted his eyebrows lightly, and a primordial spirit flew out.

Compared with ordinary souls that take the form of gods, above his soul, there are countless innocent souls crying and mourning, and sharp whistling sounds come and go, as if his soul is the most evil place in the world.

However, no matter how wailing these wronged souls were, they were still unable to break away from the shackles of the Yuan Shen, and one by one they poured uncontrollably into the phantom of a blood pool in the Yuan Shen's head.

Then quickly annihilated.

It's just that there are so many miscellaneous thoughts of wronged souls in his Yuan Shen that they can be called endless. When one wronged soul is annihilated, countless new wronged souls will appear on the surface of his Yuan Shen, howling miserably.

Han Xiangzi didn't care.

At the realm of refining the void, the Tao domain has reached a higher level, but the burden on the monks' souls has gradually increased. Some people's souls are strong and unaffected, but more people are not so capable.

Therefore, many monks will look for a high-quality treasure to guard the soul to help support the increasingly powerful Tao realm.

This is the ‘Yuan Shen Zhenwu’.

And his Yuan Shen Suppressant is a blood treasure that can help him suppress and refine the miscellaneous thoughts of wronged souls contained in the absorbed blood.

This is why he was able to recover to his peak in a short period of time by absorbing a large amount of blood energy.

But it is not easy to go further.

Han Yanzi's soul opened her mouth slightly, and then spat out a mouthful of soul essence and blood at the immortal tree in front of her.

Soon, this mouthful of essence and blood was quickly integrated into the sacred tree.

Not long after, Han Xiangzi felt a feeling that was almost one with him.

His thoughts moved slightly.

On the leaves of the Immortal Tree, droplets of blood-colored water suddenly appeared. They were crystal clear and pure. Instead of having a fierce aura, they actually had a strange fragrance flowing through them.

Han Yanzi couldn't help but attract these blood-colored water drops. As soon as these blood-colored water drops came into contact with him, they were directly absorbed by him. Soon, his face showed joy:

"nice one!"

"It can directly filter out the distracting thoughts in these blood energy, saving me countless refining efforts!"

"The monks of the Changsheng Sect are really wasting their natural resources!"

Although the blood treasures in Yuanshen are very useful, refining these impurities also requires a lot of time.

And with this immortal tree, he can save a lot of refining time and speed up the improvement of his blood path.

But soon, he frowned:

"No... I don't have the magic power to extend my life... My life span has not been extended for long."

"...Wang Ba!!"

He looked angry.

But he soon calmed down, frowned, and started thinking.

"The lifespan is not long enough. The three sects will probably strictly guard the current Immortal Tree..."

"Is there any other way that can give me hope of ascending?"

"By the way, Wanxiang Sect seems to have a treasure raft to overcome the tribulation... No, with Hui Yunzi and Wang Ba here, I probably won't have a chance."

"Then...it seems we can only wait until the Martial Ancestor develops the sixth-level "True Martial Scripture"...I hope it won't take too long."

Martial Ancestor Wang Xu is now seven or eight hundred years old. It is obvious that he has mastered the longevity method of Zhenwu Dao, but he is just unwilling to announce it out of selfish motives.

He saw this clearly.

Because he did the same thing, many of the methods spread within the sect, such as the "True Demon Sutra of the Ten Directions", "Shadow Formless Demonic Skill", "The Dao of the Scarlet Demon Emperor" and other inheritances of the nine holy emperors, were all passed down by him. Hands and feet.

And when refining the art of nine sons replacing their mother, they all came in handy.

"It's not that simple for a person who is destined, but... I will definitely ascend!"

Han Xiangzi's eyes flashed with an unshakable determination.

The road is hard, but if you keep going, you will reach your destination. Since you have devoted your heart to the path, why fear the wind and frost turning your hair white?

His eyes moved slightly, but he saw that the immortal tree below seemed to have absorbed too many distracting thoughts. The originally straight body had tree holes that were as hideous as faces, twisted and grotesque.

The roots of the tree expanded rapidly, arching up the soil below, like a huge tomb.

Surrounded by blood, the roots of the tree continued to grow. In a blink of an eye, they spread directly to the entire Demon Sect, arching up all the buildings and formations of the Demon Sect.

It was like a blood-colored mountain rising from the ground!

Except for the immortal tree standing alone, the two ends of the mountain were high, like a goat.

"The sky is changing and the earth is reborn. Is it to bless me to achieve enlightenment?"

Han Yanzi was moved, and then said generously:

"In this case, from today on, this place will be called 'Changyang Divine Mountain'!"

As soon as the words fell, the Immortal God Tree shook slightly, and the mountains under the entire Demon Sect also roared, as if responding to his words.

The demon cultivators standing in the distance were all excited when they saw this scene, and shouted 'Heaven bless the Holy Sect'.

"Changyang Divine Mountain..."

Shen Fu's heart sank.

Being in the crowd of demonic energy, he only felt that his heart was getting colder and colder, but he was powerless...

...

Wanxiang Sect.

Zhao Feng and others who had just returned not long ago were reunited in Chunyang Palace at this moment.

Everyone had a heavy face.

"It wasn't long after we forced Han Yanzi to retreat, and this True Warrior is here again."

"They went south to invade Zhongshengzhou, what exactly are they trying to do? Are they not satisfied with taking over Huangjizhou and Jingyuanzhou?"

Ji Ying said with rare annoyance.

With the stability of heaven and earth, the restrictions on cultivators were gradually relaxed, and cultivators in the early stage of transformation were gradually able to walk freely outside, and the significance of Zhongshengzhou to the three sects was no longer so irreplaceable.

Especially the Wanxiang Sect, which already had a Taoist temple, so the value of Zhongshengzhou was greatly reduced.

But low value does not mean no value.

Some minerals in Zhongshengzhou are also needed by the Wanxiang Sect. They had previously spent a lot of resources to build a super long-distance teleportation array in Zhongshengzhou, as well as some strongholds in Zhongshengzhou, which were all very expensive.

Once the True Warrior came, these investments would probably all be in vain.

As for the Yuanci Palace in Zhongshengzhou asking them for help, that's another story.

Among the crowd, Ling Weizi was not the best at fighting, but he was the most thoughtful. Hearing this, he whispered:

"Our sect's investment in Zhongshengzhou is not a big deal."

"The key is."

"According to our sect's previous analysis of the True Warriors, these True Warriors are quite hostile to cultivators, and they wish they could eat their flesh and sleep on their skin. Moreover, they can expand rapidly in a short period of time... The Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom was so prosperous, but it was completely destroyed by them in just a few hundred years, which shows how fast it grows."

Hearing Ling Weizi's words, everyone present couldn't help but look slightly gloomy.

"So, if these True Warriors occupy Zhongshengzhou, it is very likely that their next target will be the major sects in our Fenglinzhou?"

Ji Ying couldn't help but frowned.

And Qu Shentong suddenly said:

"I'm going to tell you something. Some people may not know it very well. True warriors are different from cultivators. They don't need spiritual roots to practice, but they can grow from a weak mortal to a second-level, third-level, or even fourth-level True Warrior in just a few decades. Now, there are even more than ten fifth-level True Warriors. Of course, they also have shortcomings. Although they grow very fast, their lifespan is no different from that of mortals. After more than a hundred years, even fifth-level True Warriors will die without illness."

Qu Shentong's words immediately set off a wave of waves in Chunyang Palace!

After all, the True Warriors are far away overseas, and even some of the gods in the sect only occasionally hear about them and don't understand them carefully.

But now that they know that these True Warriors don't even need spiritual roots, they immediately realize the huge potential dangers they represent.

Xumi, who usually keeps quiet, spoke first:

"Since this is the case, we will have to fight sooner or later, so it is better to keep the enemy outside the continent to avoid the suffering of the people in the continent."

"I second!"

"I second!"

Zhao Feng looked at the unanimous opinion of everyone in the hall, nodded slightly, and made a decision:

"Since this is the case, let's go to Zhongsheng Continent!" (End of this chapter)