Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Zhongshengzhou.

Luojiang River.

This river stretches and flows endlessly, rising from the Jiuxing Mountains in the northwest of Zhongshengzhou, falling to the southeast, and passing diagonally through Zhongshengzhou.

There is a mountain forest on the west side of the Luojiang River. It is now the morning equinox, and the mountain forest and the river are filled with mist. If you accidentally enter it, you will almost lose your sight.

In this heavy fog, there were two figures in Taoist robes sitting cross-legged in the depths of the mountain forest, talking casually.

"...Is it really that risky?"

Among the two, a young monk looked suspicious.

His attitude immediately caused the middle-aged monk opposite to glare:

"No, I saw with my own eyes that after the Western King of Zhenwu Dao was quickly killed by the two old palace masters of Yuanci Palace, his soul was obviously annihilated, but his body was still able to escape to the formation on his own. If Brother Dao also If you are present, you will know the strangeness of this true warrior."

When the young monk heard this, he couldn't help but look surprised:

"The soul is gone, but the body can still escape on its own? Does this true warrior still have such abilities?"

The middle-aged man showed an expression of 'Of course', shook his head and introduced:

"These true warriors are different from us. We practice Taoism, practice Taoism, and practice Taoism, but they only train their own bodies, thousands of spells, and all kinds of Taoism. They only take one scoop, and they only do this one thing. This is how you can make rapid progress in a short period of time.”

"Just like this King of the West, he is a fifth-level true warrior, comparable to our god-forming monks, but he does not cultivate the Tao domain or the soul. He only continues to cultivate his physical body. Compared with physical cultivation, it is more extreme. It’s too much, but it’s precisely because of this that this physical body can have such a vision.”

I saw that the young monk's face was a little more solemn.

The middle-aged man felt a little more comfortable, and then warned solemnly:

"I know that Brother Qian Dao, you are very powerful and a master of the Wanxiang Sect, but I, Old Yuan, have been here for more than thirty years. Since the real warriors invaded Yuancihai, I have been responsible for surveying the enemy's situation on the front line. I have seen I don’t know how many powerful Nascent Souls have fallen into the hands of true warriors.”

"If you pick out these true warriors individually, there are really not many that are powerful. Except for the top-ranked North King, West King, South King, etc., the others are not even as good as us casual cultivators. Those fifth-level true warriors are all left-handed. Many of Wang and Youwang have died over the years, but they almost never act alone. When they attack, it is a swarm of chaos. Their number is several times or dozens of times that of ours... Who can stop this? ? No matter how powerful our monks are, we can’t beat four hands with just two fists, right?”

When the young monk heard this, he subconsciously covered his mouth with one hand, and then nodded in approval.

And couldn't help but ask:

"Brother Yuan Dao thinks that this time the three sects and one clan are determined to take action together to expel the true warriors from Zhongsheng Continent... Is there hope for this matter?"

Hearing this, the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan couldn't help but show a hint of hesitation on his face.

But when he saw the young monk looking towards him, he thought for a moment, looked around, and whispered:

"Brother Qian Dao and I hit it off as soon as we met, so we just said this, don't take it seriously!"

The young monk nodded quickly:

"Not serious, not serious."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan then lowered his voice and whispered:

"In my opinion, this matter is difficult!"

"Why?"

The young monk couldn't help but asked curiously.

"Haha, if you ask others about this, I'm afraid they really can't explain it clearly. However, after I have been dealing with true warriors for so long, I have discovered a problem...the more we fight, the more true warriors we fight!"

The middle-aged man named Yuan's tone was solemn.

The young monk couldn't help but frowned:

"Didn't I say that many fifth-level true warriors died? Without these cutting-edge true warriors, just a group of third-level and fourth-level true warriors, no matter how many there are, shouldn't be our opponent, right?"

The middle-aged man named Yuan shook his head:

"There are many deaths, but there are also many new ones!"

"I don't know if the people above have noticed that these true warriors are very evil. After every battle, if they don't die, their aura will obviously be stronger when they see it again after a while. This battle is very difficult for them. , seems to be an excellent way to temper the physical body.”

"What else is there?!"

The young monk was startled and his expression changed slightly:

"Then why don't you report it to Yuanci Palace and the Three Sects and One Clan?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan spread his hands:

"I've said it before, and I don't know if the higher-ups take it seriously... But even if they know, there's nothing you can do about it. There are so many of these true warriors, they're just an endless supply. I heard that Yuanci Palace has organized several manpower, I want to intercept the fleet of true warriors at sea, but unfortunately the Hualong Pond escorts them all the way, with little effect... If you ask me, it is just right to go directly to their lair. "

Hearing what the other party said, the young monk rarely shook his head:

"Our manpower is even tighter. Originally, more than thirty years ago, when the true warriors first came to Zhongsheng Continent, we were ready to come. Unfortunately, we don't know where the original demon sect got the news and sent them frequently. The border was harassed by manpower, and it was not until some time ago that many demon sect monks were killed in a design, it was considered a little cleaner. How can we divide the troops between Huangji Continent and Mirror Yuan Continent..."

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan showed a look of surprise when he heard this:

"No wonder, why didn't I see anyone from the three sects and one clan coming over? It's just us casual cultivators who came here to earn our lives..."

There was a slight embarrassment on the young monk's face. Although what the other party said was unpleasant, it was indeed the truth.

Due to the involvement of the original demon sect, the three sects and one clan did not dare to act rashly. They could only send a few sect personnel to sit in the middle and cooperate with Yuanci Palace. At the same time, they offered generous rewards to recruit casual cultivators to Zhongsheng Continent to intercept the true warriors.

The effect cannot be said to be none, it can only be said to be better than nothing.

If Palace Master Qin of Yuanci Palace had not become more and more proficient in the Yuanci Dao Domain, suppressing the fifth-level true warriors, the two retired old palace masters would also come out together and lead all the mages and families in Zhongsheng Continent to do their best. After resisting the invasion of the true warriors and briefly ruling across the river with the true warriors, I am afraid that Zhongshengzhou has already changed hands.

But as far as he knows, over the past thirty years, as the number of true warriors arriving at Zhongsheng Continent has become more and more alarming, the resistance of Yuanci Palace has become increasingly weak. Considering that once Zhongsheng Continent is captured by true warriors, The true warriors are sitting on the land of three continents. Given time, the three sects and one clan will not be able to escape the situation of defeat. After temporarily solving the original demon sect's harassment, they have no choice but to take the risk and come here, hoping to win a quick victory and complete the victory in one battle.

This is certainly not a good strategy, but for the Qin family and the three sects of the Jin Dynasty, there is no other way.

However, after hearing the young monk's explanation, the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was still not optimistic:

"Although I don't know how many people from these three sects are coming this time, and how many ancestors of the gods are among them... but how much strength can they show now?"

"The number of true warriors is so large that it can be called a massive number."

"This Shengzhou spiritual energy is also very thin. Even if it is given to the Ancestor of Transformation God, how many people can be killed?"

"Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!"

When the young monk heard this, his heart sank slightly, but he was not as pessimistic as the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan. The Jin Dynasty had fully mobilized. The Wanxiang Sect, which was originally closed to the world, decided to take action personally this time, which shows its determination.

The sect master even specially sent him to the front line to confirm the situation of the true warriors in order to formulate the next countermeasures.

Under such circumstances, even though the number of true warriors is large, the ones at the top are too weak, and the Jin Dynasty does not have no chance of winning.

However, he did not tell the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan these thoughts. Seeing that the other party was worried, he could only comfort him:

"Don't worry. Now that the three sects and one clan are arriving one after another, the situation will change. During this period, you only need to guard this place carefully to prevent the true warriors from secretly attacking. After that, you will be safe..."

The young monk's voice stopped suddenly, his eyes widened, and he suddenly covered his mouth.

The middle-aged man named Yuan was confused when he heard:

"Brother Qian Dao, what are you doing? Is it safe?"

Immediately, he saw the other party sit up in excitement and said urgently:

"Uneasy!"

"Let's go! Let's go quickly! The real warriors are coming!!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was startled when he heard this and looked at the opposite river bank in confusion.

Through the thick fog, he could vaguely see the lush green river bank, the black and cold forts, and the wall stacks of the forts, which were always aimed at the racks on the west bank of the river. God-breaking crossbow.

Doubts suddenly arose in my heart.

"Didn't come..."

However, the young monk did not hesitate, and directly poured out his magic power, forcibly wrapping the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan, lowering his figure, sticking to the ground, and running at high speed deeper into the mountain forest. At the same time, he took out a Lingxi Stone in his hand. Injecting mana, he said urgently:

"The true warriors are here!"

Then he directly put away the Lingxi Stone, without raising his head, and ran away in a muffled voice.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan's scalp was numb when he saw it, and he shouted in a low voice:

"Brother Qian Dao, if you don't want to live, don't drag me down! Lying about the war situation is a serious crime!"

However, the young monk didn't have any time to explain, and his body passed by at a very fast speed.

"You, you! It's useless for me to think that I feel like an old friend at first sight, but you want to harm me! I'm blind..."

Before he finished speaking, the young monk suddenly stopped, held his breath, and hurriedly said:

"Shh!"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan quickly subconsciously closed his mouth.

The next moment, in the mist, figures with a hint of flesh and blood rushed past from a short distance away.

But he didn't notice their presence.

Seeing these familiar figures, the middle-aged man named Yuan was shocked:

"True warrior?!"

"But...how did they pass through the formation outside without making any movement?!"

His eyes fell on the young monk and he reacted.

The other party actually noticed that a real warrior was sneaking in secretly!

"How did he find out? Even I didn't notice it."

A true warrior is good at hiding his breath. Even a monk would find it difficult to notice that he had worked hard on the front line for many years before summing up a set of rules. However, this fellow Taoist surnamed Qian clearly came to the front line on his first day, but he directly gave it to him. He learned a lesson.

"Is this what a large sect disciple is capable of?"

The middle-aged man named Yuan couldn't help but feel a little complicated in his heart.

However, at this moment, the young monk suddenly grabbed him, and in front of the true warriors in front, he rose directly from the ground and quickly flew through the air towards the main force of the monks to the west!

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was so shocked that he couldn't help but open his mouth.

But the moment the two of them flew out of place, a figure suddenly landed where the two of them were!

The blood energy surged, all the trees and rocks disappeared, and the fog was swept away!

He was a skinny old man who was a true warrior with strong blood.

"catch him!"

Although he was an old man, he was full of energy. After shouting fiercely, the fourth-level true warriors immediately chased the young monk and the middle-aged man named Yuan at high speed!

And this change also affected the entire river bank.

Wow!

The fog above the river, mountains, forests, tidal flats, swamps... was all washed away by the silhouettes of monks rising through the sky!

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan swept along the coast, but not a single monk appeared. His expression suddenly changed:

"All the security points along the route have been taken down?!"

"Could it be that...the real warriors are going to launch a massive attack?!"

But soon, he had no intention of thinking about this at all, his face changed wildly, and he raised his voice and shouted:

"Brother Qian Dao, hurry! Hurry up! There are so many true warriors!"

The young monk did not dare to hesitate and flew madly towards the camp where the monks were located in the distance.

The reason why the camp is far away from the Luo River is to prevent raids by true warriors and to retain a sufficiently broad hinterland.

This was a safe move, but now it became a life-threatening talisman for the two of them!

If you look down from the sky, you can see the true warriors from all directions along the river, like grains of black sand, rushing toward the young monks and the middle-aged man named Yuan, like an hourglass shape.

"They, why are they chasing us?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan quickly noticed something was wrong, and he couldn't help but cry a little in his voice.

The young monk remained silent and kept his head buried in the rush.

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was about to speak when he suddenly saw several figures in the distant sky chasing the two of them at a speed far exceeding that of the fourth-level true warriors around them!

The middle-aged man named Yuan was about to cry:

"The fifth-level true warrior... is King An! King Xin! King Ju..."

"Why are they chasing us too!"

boom!

An old man behind him squatted slightly in mid-air, and then jumped with all his strength!

Almost in an instant, the blood energy surged like an arrow and came first, blocking the young monk in front of him!

His head was pale and his hair was as dry as skin and bones, but the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, ugly and terrifying:

"He runs pretty fast...but I can't let you report the news!"

The young monk narrowed his eyes slightly, and although he was nervous, he still asked in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man surnamed Yuan was so frightened that he trembled like chaff, and uttered two words with difficulty:

"...King of the North!"

The young monk was slightly startled:

"Is he the North King?"

The man in front of him was already withered beyond human appearance. It was possible that he would not be able to breathe again, but he did not expect that he was one of the best among the true warriors, except for the mysterious ancestor of true martial arts.

The withered old man grinned and stared at the young monk. Seeing that there was no fear in his eyes, his voice was hoarse and low:

"Interesting, what's your name?"

The young monk secretly swallowed his saliva and said in a voice that was neither humble nor overbearing:

"My name is Qian Baimao, but I am worth ten thousand..."

The withered old man said "Oh", as if he was too lazy to listen more, and the blood in his body was immediately suppressed!

Seeing the shock and anger in the young monk's eyes, he sneered:

"You live a long life, but your brain is confused!"

Right now.

Alarm bells suddenly rang in the withered old man's mind!

I was shocked, and my senses quickly looked around, but I noticed that in the distance, in all directions, monks' figures emerged silently from the void accompanied by formations!

With Qian Baimao and him as the center, they were faintly surrounded!

The withered old man was shocked:

"No! How did they know we would raid at this time!?"

The blood has not been recovered yet.

Right now.

Qian Baimao's body suddenly flew out with a fierce sword light!

Stab straight towards the heart of the withered old man! (End of chapter)