Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Swords whistled, and figures were everywhere.

Blood spears shot, and the wind swept away.

Everyone knew that fighting with a martial ancestor comparable to the sixth level was like hitting a rock with an egg.

The monks did not dare and could not fight with him. Once they died here, the sect far away in Fenglinzhou would have no chance to stop the pace of the Zhenwu army.

They immediately fled in all directions at a high speed.

Wang Xu stared at the young man who turned into a sword light and flew towards him not far ahead, and let the monks around him escape.

The young monk had handsome eyebrows and eyes, red lips and white teeth, but he vaguely looked like the figure that he had always remembered in his heart.

"So... it was not an illusion just now..."

He murmured absentmindedly.

Buzz!

Two sword sounds were already flying and slashing.

Wang Xu suddenly came to his senses after hearing the sound, but let the two sword lights from the same vein slash him.

The sword light did not penetrate his body at all, but instead made a sharp and piercing sound of collision!

Wang Xu stared blankly, but did not make a move, and let the two sword lights retreat as soon as they touched each other.

The sword light then transformed into the figures of Zhao Feng and another young man in mid-air.

Zhao Feng's face was filled with unprecedented anger, and he cursed at him:

"Asshole! What are you going to do?! Who told you to follow me?!"

The young monk's face was full of stubbornness:

"I don't want to watch my master die like my father did!"

"You!"

Zhao Feng was furious, but he didn't have any time to talk nonsense at this moment.

His spiritual sense swept through the scattered monks around him, and at the same time he saw the Zhenwu army approaching quickly not far away, and the Wu Zu who was standing in mid-air, but seemed to be in a trance.

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily:

"Then the master and disciple will break out together!"

"Okay! Haha!"

The young monk laughed when he heard this, and although there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes, it immediately turned into a brave look.

Immortality is nothing but delusion, why should a good man fear death?

It should be a pleasure!

"Go!"

The two men turned into a sword light again and flew away at a high speed.

The Zhenwu army directly passed over the Wu Zu who stayed in place, and the black iron torrent rushed out.

At the same time, a number of God-breaking crossbows were also sacrificed, aiming at the two sword lights and shooting down!

The sword light was fast, but the God-breaking crossbow was originally aimed at cultivators, so the speed was much faster!

Wow!

A rain of arrows fell from the sky.

Thump thump thump!

A series of arrows hit the two sword lights, and the sword lights suddenly fluctuated violently!

However, the next moment, one of the sword lights suddenly paused, and in the midst of the movement, it suddenly turned around and slashed down!

Then an amazing waterfall of sword energy fell from the sky, screaming fiercely and piercing all the Zhenwu warriors chasing below!

The silver waterfall was rapidly enlarged in the eyes of all the Zhenwu warriors!

A feeling of hair standing on end struck all the True Warriors!

Even the special black armor worn on the body could not bring the slightest sense of security!

"Be careful!"

The faces of the True Warriors in the front row suddenly changed. During the pursuit, their blood and energy were scattered, and it was difficult to gather and resist for a while.

At the critical moment of life and death, these True Warriors actually took the initiative to rush up, opened their arms, and fought with their bodies!

Ding Ding Ding!

A series of clear collision sounds and the sound of sword energy penetrating flesh and bones resounded throughout the sky!

Then, corpses fell like meteors!

The sword light paused for a while, revealing Zhao Feng, whose face was a little pale.

The arrow fell, but was gently circled by the sword light beside it, and then it was carried away.

"Kill!"

"We can't let these monks escape!"

Everyone in the True Warrior army had red eyes.

At this moment.

Wow——

A huge golden dragon pool suddenly flew up to the sky, and the golden light flowed, shooting towards the sword light!

The sword light suddenly shook, and its speed slowed down instantly!

"It's the Dragon Pool!"

"Quick!"

Among the crowd of True Warriors, the only remaining fifth-level True Warrior suddenly stood still, bent his bow and drew his arrow, aiming at the distant sword light.

Clang!

A crisp sound!

Then there was a sharp and piercing whistle.

The arrow turned into a stream of light and shot straight at the slowed sword light.

The two people who were suppressed by the Dragon Pool also recovered from the sword light.

Seeing that the arrow was about to hit them.

But at this moment, the arrow suddenly twisted rapidly from it!

"Come quickly!"

A figure in white suddenly landed in front of the two people and smashed the arrow with a palm.

The white dragon under his feet directly swung its dragon tail, entangled the two people, and then quickly fled to the west.

Both of them were shocked!

"Palace Master Qin? Why are you back!"

"Auntie Qin!"

Zhao Feng was anxious and angry when he saw the figure in white.

The handsome young cultivator was overjoyed.

Qin Lingxiao frowned slightly, but ignored the two. His consciousness was always paying attention to the back, and he said in a low voice:

"The Zhenwu is powerful, Zhongshengzhou can only give up. According to the worst plan, everyone has quickly retreated to the teleportation array. We must get rid of them as soon as possible and destroy the teleportation array immediately after returning to Fenglinzhou!"

Zhao Feng calmed down immediately after hearing this.

He glanced at the overwhelming Zhenwu behind him, and his heart was heavy.

Although he had prepared for the worst and overestimated the number of true warriors, he still did not expect that the ancestor of true warriors had reached another level completely. One person was enough to overwhelm all the monks participating in the battle.

But my heart is also confused:

"This person obviously has such ability, why did he wait until almost all the fifth-level true warriors were dead before taking action?"

"If he takes action, there will definitely not be so many casualties."

"Did you miss it...or is there something else going on?"

These confusions were only remembered instinctively, but they were cut off by him at this moment.

Although he was not afraid of death, since Qin Lingxiao was willing to take risks to save them, he must not let the other party's good intentions go to waste.

Even he roughly knew that he was probably taking advantage of his disciple.

Of course, most of his disciples have also benefited from his junior brother.

But there is no need to go into details.

He quickly calmed down and then said:

"I also have a technique that only the master of my sect can practice. This technique may buy us some time!"

Qin Lingxiao drove the white dragon to avoid the arrows shot from behind at high speed, and couldn't help but frown slightly when he heard this.

The Wanxiang Sect is naturally an unquestionably large sect, and its unique skills must also be extremely powerful.

But Zhao Feng was only Nascent Soul after all, and those who were pursuing him behind him were not to mention the magic weapon of the Void Refining Monk, the Transformation Dragon Pond, but those true warriors. Thousands of people formed an formation to surround him, and even the Transformation God would be hated.

She really couldn't believe how useful it would be.

However, after hearing this, she did not reject Zhao Feng's kindness and said quickly in a low voice:

"If it can be blocked, I will also use the earth veins of this continent to use the technique of magnetic inversion and teleportation to teleport us out!"

"It just takes some time."

In the past, Blood Sea Old Mother Li Yuehua used the power of Yuanmai to raise the entire Zhongsheng Continent three thousand feet, leaving a massive amount of Yuanmai power in the earth's veins.

As the descendant of Li Yuehua, she naturally has the means to utilize the power of these magnetisms.

Qin Lingxiao's words immediately shocked the two of them.

Zhao Feng didn't waste any time and quickly took a top-grade elixir. His whole body was filled with mana. Then he pinched the magic formula with his hands and recited the incantation silently.

Qin Lingxiao also began to sink his mind into the earth below almost at the same time.

The mana then penetrated into the earth's veins.

Below, a long-dormant force of magnetism seemed to feel the breath of its master. At this moment, it became silent and active.

The Hualong Pond in the sky seemed to have noticed something unusual, and the golden light suddenly emitted!

Under this golden light, although Bailong's physical strength was less affected than that of a normal monk, his speed still slowed down.

Seeing the opportunity, how could the true warrior who followed behind let it go?

"shoot!"

The fifth-level true warrior shouted.

Arrows like black rain came through the sky densely!

"Qing Ming!"

Zhao Feng gave a low drink.

His complexion, which had just improved after taking the elixir, instantly turned pale.

The mana in his body was also drained out in an instant.

Two faint divine lights shot out from his sleeves, sweeping towards the arrow rain and the true warrior in front of him!

The rain of arrows was suddenly captured in mid-air!

It keeps buzzing but cannot stop.

The true warriors also suddenly stagnated as if their souls were captured.

Qin Lingxiao couldn't help but look shocked when he saw this scene.

Immediately speed up the communication with the power of magnetism below.

Only the fifth-level true warriors in the crowd were completely unaffected!

He directly put away his bow and arrow, and a massive wave of blood surged over the surrounding true warriors at an extremely fast speed. Under the protection of this massive blood energy, there was also the blessing of Hualong Pond.

This fifth-level true warrior was like a tiger descending a mountain. He kicked off his feet, his body was like lightning, and his hands formed four terrifying spears. He bent down and stabbed Qin Lingxiao and the others in mid-air!

Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly!

The young man next to him immediately wielded a fourth-level sword and slashed out several sword lights in the air, trying to block it.

It's just that the opponent's realm was already higher than theirs, and now with the blessing of the blood energy of other true warriors and the Dragon Transformation Pond, their strength was more than doubled. The sword light collided with the blood-colored spear and instantly collapsed.

The handsome young man groaned, but did not retreat. He raised his sword and flew away!

The five colors on the sword flowed, and he slashed down one after another!

In the past, he received the guidance of his master Yao Wudi and mastered the Ten Thousand Techniques of Swordsmanship. He was able to use his swordsmanship to carry all kinds of techniques. Although it was not as good as the real Ten Thousand Techniques Lineage, his foundation in sword cultivation was deeper than that of ordinary swordsmen. Therefore, even if he was broken by the opponent The sword light did not cause much damage, but instead aroused fighting spirit.

"retreat!"

Qin Lingxiao's expression changed!

While speeding up the communication with the power of Yuanmai in the earth veins, he forcefully extracted Yuanmai in his busy schedule and captured the handsome young man.

Wow——

A bloody spear pierced the spot where the handsome young man was just now, and tiny dark membrane eyes appeared faintly in the void!

Seeing this scene, the handsome young man felt his scalp numb and frightened for a moment!

If Qin Lingxiao hadn't caught him in time, he would have been dead with that stab!

"Thank you...be careful!"

Before he could express his gratitude, he was horrified to see the remaining three bloody spears stabbing three people in the head!

He could even see that the space where these bloody spears passed was fluctuating due to the extremely condensed blood energy!

There are not many emotions in my heart, only a trace of unwillingness:

"If dad were here..."

Buzz!

At this moment.

Suddenly, a green light came from the sky at a very fast speed, and landed in front of the three people in an instant at this critical moment.

It was an ancient bronze Bagua mirror.

At this moment, the light shone brightly, emitting a faint divine light, and actually captured the fifth-level true warrior with his spear in mid-air!

"Qingming Mirror?!"

"Qingming Patriarch?!"

Zhao Feng's eyes showed an incredible look!

However, there was no time to think about it, Zhao Feng shouted:

"Kill!"

The handsome young man who received the instruction did not hesitate to immediately sacrifice the flying sword, and even spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and sprayed it on the sword!

Wow!

The sword light was like a shuttle, and it turned gently towards the neck of the fifth-level true warrior...

Ping!

The handsome young man was suddenly stunned.

Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao also instantly had their hair standing on end, staring at the figure of the old man who condensed out of thin air in front of them.

The old man's hair and beard were all white, and his long, tangled hair was casually scattered, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

Staring at the handsome young man.

In his eyes, complex, hesitant, entangled, and guilty colors flashed one by one.

In the broad palm, the flying sword that the handsome young man had sacrificed was struggling violently, but it could not shake the big hand at all.

The rescued fifth-level true warrior touched his neck in fear, and then hurriedly saluted the old man respectfully:

"Meet the Martial Ancestor!"

"Martial Ancestor!"

Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao's hearts sank to the bottom of the valley at this moment.

They were about to be able to get away, but they didn't expect to attract the Martial Ancestor.

Unwilling, fear...

The air seemed to be silent.

"Buzz!"

The Qingming Mirror seemed to have sensed the danger, and suddenly shot out a faint divine light again, covering the old man!

The old man frowned slightly, withdrew his eyes from the handsome young man, raised his other palm, and the blood rushed, and casually blocked it in front of him.

However, to his surprise, his palm had a faint feeling of being out of control.

"Hmm?"

The old man made a surprised sound, but his face did not show much emotion. A huge amount of blood and energy poured into his body, and he rushed all the way!

The divine light suddenly dissipated.

The Qingming Mirror could not help but tremble, and its aura dropped slightly. Then it flew directly in front of Zhao Feng, and it seemed to want to protect Zhao Feng.

But Zhao Feng had no intention of wondering why the Qingming Mirror suddenly appeared here. While looking at the old man nervously, he quickly sent a message to Qin Lingxiao:

"How long will it take!"

"Three more breaths will be enough!"

Qin Lingxiao gritted his teeth and sent a message in reply.

Zhao Feng did not feel any joy when he heard this.

Three breaths of time, for the Martial Ancestor in front of him, was no different from opening the attack.

As long as the other party wanted, they would never have a chance to escape.

However, at this moment when the three people were nervous, the old man suddenly said to the handsome young man:

"What's your name?"

The three of them were stunned. The handsome young man hesitated, and his eyes swept across the anxiety between Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao's eyebrows. His heart sank slightly, and then he said:

"My name is..."

"Your uncle!"

"Master, Aunt Qin, go!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and chanted a spell:

"Explode!"

Boom!

The sword in the old man's hand exploded directly!

However, in the astonished eyes of the handsome young man.

The explosion of the sword did not leak out of the old man's palm at all.

The old man shook his head slightly, and his figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared only three feet away from the handsome young man.

He stared at the young man's face.

"Wang Yian!"

Qin Lingxiao and Zhao Feng were shocked.

At this moment, Qin Lingxiao finally completed the communication with the earth veins.

"Wang Yian?"

The old man said this name, his eyes swept down.

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped Qin Lingxiao and Zhao Feng!

Qin Lingxiao's face changed, but he looked at the handsome young man first.

But he only got the other party's hurried voice:

"Go! Otherwise, we will all die!"

At the same time, he rushed to the old man again without hesitation, and threw out countless magic weapons from his sleeves, which exploded with a bang!

Seeing this scene, Qin Lingxiao gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

"Yian!"

For the first time, Zhao Feng's face showed a look of tears, and he tried his best to raise the sword light and rushed up!

But the next moment, the two people and the dragon disappeared suddenly under the wrapping of the earth veins.

Looking at this scene.

The old man slowly put away his palm without any blood wrapped in it.

Let the handsome young man in front of him use all his life's means to hit him.

Looking at the handsome young man, there was only a rare softness in his eyes.

‘Hu——Hu——’

The handsome young man panted heavily, and finally exhausted all his magic power at this moment.

But he still raised his head with a mocking smile on his face:

“You old turtle have a good defense!”

However, what surprised him was that the old man did not show any displeasure when he heard it, but whispered:

“Have you had enough…”

“Junior brother?”

“Master, junior brother?!”

Wang Yian was shocked, his eyes full of doubt.

Just about to ask something.

The Zhenwu army behind the old man finally caught up, and at the same time, a golden stream of light flew down beside the old man. As soon as it landed, it said in a hurry:

“Martial Ancestor, so many people died, why did you let them escape!”

"We must arrest them all and let me handle it..."

Wang Yian couldn't help but look over, and saw that the man looked ridiculous, with green bean eyes, rosacea, and blond hair, and he didn't look like a human at all.

"Master Hualong..."

The old man's face quietly became expressionless.

He looked at the other party, and then his large palm suddenly stretched out in the unbelievable eyes of everyone, and suddenly strangled Master Hualong's neck!

"Wu, Wu Zu... why, why..."

In Master Hualong's eyes, confusion, tension, fear... these emotions flashed across in an instant, and he struggled and shouted.

The True Warriors around were also stunned. Some of them couldn't help but step forward, but they were at a loss:

"Martial Ancestor, why is this happening?"

The old man's voice was deep, but it was like the collision of metal and stone, and it was powerful:

"Master Hualong was afraid of the monks and dared not fight, causing the Northern King, the An King, the Xin King, the Giant King... and thousands of his comrades to die in battle!"

"The crime is unforgivable, he should be executed!"

Hearing this, Master Hualong struggled violently, and a trace of strong grievance and unwillingness flashed in his eyes!

Wow——

Its body changed, and it turned into a stream of light and flew out of the old man's palm!

Then it turned into a golden dragon pool in mid-air.

A gnashing voice came from the Dragon Pool:

"Wang Xu!"

"I have worked hard to assist you, and you are framing me like this?"

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the good bow is hidden... You haven't unified the Xiaocang Realm yet, but you are so impatient?"

"Just like those fifth-level true warriors who died in vain?"

Hearing the voice coming from the Dragon Pool, the true warriors below were immediately surprised.

And Wang Yian was also shocked when he saw this scene.

However, the old man looked very calm and asked back:

"Really? Assist me, or plan for yourself?"

"Master Hualong...or, is it more appropriate to call you 'Ye Cangsheng'?"

Hearing this name, most people looked confused.

Only a few true warriors who have paid attention to the history of Huangjizhou showed horror at this moment.

"It's going to be a good show!"

Wang Yian's eyes lit up.

The identity of Master Hualong had long been speculated in the sect, and it seemed that he had also attracted the fear of the Martial Ancestor, so now he was taking advantage of the situation to deal with him.

The figure of Master Hualong quickly emerged on the Hualong Pond, but at this moment he stared at the old man with disbelief:

"How did you know?"

This was undoubtedly a confession of his identity, and the True Warriors below suddenly changed their faces.

Although most of them didn't know who Ye Cangsheng was, it was terrifying to think that a person with ulterior motives was second only to the Martial Ancestor among the True Warriors.

However, the old man just shook his head, without any intention of explaining.

He bent his legs slightly, and then flew into the air with a bang. The blood in his body surged, but it only attached to the surface of his body, and only condensed into a blood-colored spear, slashing towards the Hualong Pond!

On the Hualong Pond, Master Hualong's face changed, and he noticed that the True Warriors around him rose into the air, blocking his way.

He could only grit his teeth and face the old man...

Half a day later.

Bang! ! !

A huge roar!

Under Wang Yian's shocked gaze.

In midair, Master Hualong opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, with a trace of deep reluctance and relief, he silently dissipated little by little.

Behind it.

The Hualong Pond showed its magnificent body. In the middle of it, a shocking huge crack ran through the entire Hualong Pond. After a slight pause, it fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily!

Bang!

Dust filled the sky.

The Hualong Pond appeared in front of everyone little by little.

The dragon head peeled off.

The originally dazzling golden pool wall was now completely dim and turned into gray stone without any spiritual energy.

The spiritual light of the past is no longer seen now.

Crack.

A stone was pushed down.

The figure of the old man walked out of the Hualong Pond slowly, with some injuries on his body.

There was a trace of contemplation and deep regret in his eyes:

"...Even Ye Cangsheng can't do it?"

"How can we break through this critical step?"

The True Warriors looked at the old man with reverence, and then rushed into the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Soon, they found a large number of storage instruments used by cultivators and unconscious figures in the Dragon Transformation Pool.

Among them were men and women, cultivators, and even True Warriors.

There were also some people who seemed to have been killed by the aftermath of the battle and were buried on the spot by the True Warriors.

Wang Yian looked at it boredly, but when he saw one of the figures with a huge head, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise:

"Palace Master Guan?!"

The old man in deep thought heard this and raised his head slightly.

Following Wang Yian's gaze, he saw the figure with a huge head and a strange appearance, and pondered for a moment:

"People from the Wanxiang Sect..."

His footsteps paused slightly, and then, under Wang Yian's nervous gaze, he slowly walked to the front of the big-headed monster.

Feeling the aura of a Divine Transformation cultivator naturally exuded by the other party, it was somewhat similar to those people he met not long ago.

A trace of hesitation flashed in the old man's eyes.

Every Divine Transformation cultivator would almost bring a lot of losses to Zhenwu, and killing them was the most appropriate way, but...

In his mind, he suddenly recalled the promise he made to that figure many years ago on the North Sea:

"One day, when Wang Xu sees the Wanxiang Sect, he will retreat thousands of miles away!"

"If you hurt a disciple of the Wanxiang Sect, I will pay with my life!"

The old man was silent for a few breaths, and finally shook his head and sighed:

"I broke my promise after all, teacher..."

He gently stretched out his hand, and the blood quickly spread to the neck of the big-headed monster.

"No!"

Wang Yian's pupils shrank!

He couldn't help but step forward quickly, but was quickly stopped by the surrounding real warriors.

He could only watch the other party lift Guan Ao up and throw him towards the north!

He turned his head in shock and looked at the old man.

The old man looked at him calmly.

Only a slightly tired voice sounded in Wang Yian's ears:

"I didn't kill him."

"But life or death...it depends on his luck!" (End of this chapter)