Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

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The demonic energy is overwhelming, and the dark red blood is rolling violently!

The clouds were gathering and the thunder was roaring.

Han Xiangzi stood in mid-air, with the thunder behind him flashing, holding a sixth-order sea bead that exuded clear precious light.

At this moment, his face was as heavy as water, and he looked coldly at a figure flying silently in front of him.

The voice sounded like it was coming from an ice cave, extremely cold:

"Master Tai'a... I thought you had already followed Shao Yangzi and Xun Fujun to mend the sky."

The Taoist in a simple Taoist robe stood solemnly, shook his head when he heard this and said:

"Three sects and one clan should have someone to support them."

Han Xiangzi looked sarcastic and sneered:

"Haha, you are afraid of death. If you admit it frankly, how much do I respect you? If you dare to do something or not, what can you say? Now it appears again. After all, it is to snatch this sixth-level heart from me. Haizhu, yes or no?"

Tai'a Temple Master looked calm and replied calmly:

"You don't have to say anything. I'm here for one thing only... hand over the sea pearl, otherwise I will follow the old example of fellow Taoist Xun of the Wanxiang Sect and welcome the thunder disaster with my predecessors."

The significance of the sixth-level sea pearl is too great. Even though Youxian Temple has always adhered to the policy of self-preservation, seeing Han Xiangzi win this thing, Tai'a Temple Master, who has been watching the development of the situation, still couldn't sit still. .

Han Xiangzi suddenly narrowed his eyes, and there was a hint of danger in the slits of his eyes:

"You think... you can threaten me?"

Tai'a Guanzhu's expression remained calm:

"I just need to persist until Senior Han causes a thunderstorm... If it doesn't work, it's not a bad idea to risk Senior Han's life."

"But, how many lives can Senior Han still have to waste?"

Hearing Tai'a Temple Master's words, Han Xiangzi couldn't help but snorted:

"Then come and try it!"

next moment.

From the Changyang Mountain below, a blood-red branch suddenly flew out, like an iron whip, lashing directly towards the Tai'a Temple Master!

Temple Master Tai'a noticed the terrifying aura contained in this branch, and his expression changed slightly.

Suddenly a whisk flew out of his body and quickly entangled the branches.

It's just that this branch is too fierce. Even if this whisk is a fifth-level magic weapon, it is a little difficult to maintain it after being entangled.

In the dust, a solemn old voice immediately came:

"Tai'a, let's wait for Hui Yunzi!"

Upon hearing this, Master Tai'a Temple's expression did not change, but his heart could not help but sink.

He naturally knew that among the three sects and one clan, there was still Patriarch Hui Yunzi who could come forward.

But just because of these sixth-order sea beads, the ordinary man Martial Ancestor Wang Xu was able to create the true way of martial arts with his own hands, and Han Xiangzi got the sixth-order sea beads, which only made him more terrifying.

Thinking of this, Tai'a Temple Master couldn't sit still no matter what, especially when he noticed that there seemed to be no movement from the Wanxiang Sect to intervene.

He gritted his teeth, but without any movement, a talisman seal quickly appeared in front of him and hit Han Xiangzi!

It seems ordinary, but this talisman seal vividly demonstrates the perfect cultivation of Tai'a Temple!

At this moment, all the cultivators who were paying attention to this battle were shocked when they saw this seal!

"What a wonderful life! What a wonderful life!"

"You can actually use the realm of Dao so wonderfully!"

"As expected of the master of the temple!"

Han Xiangzi, who was holding the Haizhu in his hand, watched the seal magnify rapidly in front of his eyes with indifference, and a flash of ridicule flashed in his eyes:

"Although that Martial Ancestor is at the fifth level, he has also borrowed the light of Haizhu, but he is indeed extremely talented. If his blood energy is not exhausted, I may not be able to win if I lose two more lives... But who are you? You dare to come and exchange your life with me?"

The next moment, from the Changyang Mountain below, blood-colored branches swarmed out and hit the seal one after another!

Only a few feet away from Han Xiangzi, the seal exploded and ceased to exist under the solemn gaze of Master Tai'a.

"Is this your method?"

Han Yanzi's words were sarcastic.

He did not take action. Under the secret method, the thunder above his head quickly dissipated. On the contrary, dark clouds condensed again on the Changyang Mountain.

And as Tai'a Guanzhu took action, thunder quickly flashed above his head.

"Taa!"

Patriarch Wuchen's slightly anxious voice sounded in the whisk.

Seeing Han Xiangzi's fearless and calm expression, as well as Patriarch Wuchen's words, Temple Master Tai'a's initially certain heart finally felt a little shaken.

"Does he really have many generations of people to die?"

"The key is this Immortal Tree..."

Temple Master Tai'a frowned.

The existence of the Immortal Tree gave him no chance to force Han Xiangzi to take action.

Under such circumstances, if he attacks blindly, it will completely fail to intimidate Han Xiangzi and will only lead to death.

Faith cannot be doubted, but once it wavers, it will quickly collapse under external pressure!

After taking a deep look at Han Xiangzi, Temple Master Tai'a finally made a decision and pointed out something.

Immediately, the fly whisk quickly detached from the branch and was withdrawn into the sleeve of Tai'a Temple Master.

The master of Tai'a Temple did not linger, and decisively turned into a rainbow light and flew away.

And almost at the same moment when Tai'a Monastery Master flew away, figures quickly flew out of the Demon Sect in Changyang Mountain. The leader was dressed in black and looked solemn and solemn. They quickly landed in front of Han Xiangzi. Respectfully:

"Congratulations, Your Majesty, for winning a huge treasure!"

Han Yanzi had no intention of talking nonsense, and said in a cold tone:

"Master, take your people to sweep the surroundings for me! I don't want to be affected in any way when I am in seclusion later!"

"Yes!"

The cold-looking young man in black said quickly.

After that, the surrounding demon sect monks flew out and killed the scattered cultivators and the monks of the Dajin Sect who were watching from afar.

The onlookers saw that the Tai'a Temple Master retreated at the first blow, which was quite anticlimactic.

Seeing the scene of the demon sect monks coming to kill, their faces suddenly changed, and they quickly fled in all directions.

In this way, under the driving and chasing of the original demon sect monks, no one disturbed the Changyang Divine Mountain.

And Han Yanzi had already hurried back to his own secret realm.

In the secret realm, the huge blood pool was slightly dry, and around the blood pool, a figure shrouded in dark red blood stood alone.

That figure was different from others. Between his eyebrows, a vertical eye could be seen, half-hidden and half-revealed.

Han Yanzi's eyes swept over the only remaining three-eyed figure, and there was a hint of fear in his eyes:

"It was almost... If Wang Xu had persisted a little longer, the ending would have been..."

But many things seemed accidental, but they were inevitable.

He knew very well that although Wu Zu was terribly strong and could kill him, who was at the level of Lianxu, with his fifth-level body, he was ultimately trapped in his own realm and could not really pose a threat to him.

For example, Tai'a Temple Master still wanted to exchange one for one with him, but after having the Immortal God Tree, his methods were undoubtedly much more flexible. Even with the Immortal God Tree, he could easily force Tai'a Temple Master to expose himself to the thunder.

As a result, Tai'a Temple Master had no choice but to retreat, because even a perfect cultivator of the Transformation Realm could not break through the defense of the Immortal God Tree.

This also prevented the situation similar to Xun Fujun's previous use of the rules of the Xiaocang Realm to achieve a victory of the weak over the strong.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, he was only afraid of Hui Yunzi, Ye Cangsheng, and Wang Ba, the reincarnation of the great cultivator of the fusion realm.

"But... I finally got the chance!"

Han Yanzi lowered his head and looked at the sea pearl that was slightly rotating in his hand, with a flash of joy in his eyes.

When the extremely pure essence of the soul penetrated into it, the pearl quickly passed through all his life's accumulation, and finally, according to his wishes, it produced words and pictures one by one.

He looked at the words and patterns on the sea pearl, and his face was startled at first. After reading it quickly, he burst into an extremely excited and joyful state that he could not suppress:

"The method of ascension!"

"This is the method of ascension!"

Quickly suppressing the excitement in his heart, he read it again quickly and carefully. However, this time, after reading the method derived from the sea pearl carefully, a hint of hesitation and worry appeared on his face for the first time:

"This method... is simply a desperate attempt to survive. Will it really work?"

But soon, this hesitation quickly disappeared, and was replaced by his consistent firmness and purity:

"Ascend!"

"I must ascend!"

"I must see what the upper realm looks like!"

"No one can stop me on this road!"

Soon.

Commands were distributed from the secret realm one by one.

Listening to the content of the sound transmission talisman sent by Han Yanzi, Shen Fu's face was rarely disturbed and frightened:

"What is he going to do? He actually needs so many people and monks. Are there enough people in Xiaocang Realm? Could it be another blood sacrifice?!"

"And it has to be in such a short time..."

These waves and shocks, like a stormy sea, hit his heart.

Soon it turned into a deep pain, piling up in his heart, pressing even him, and it was hard to breathe.

Over the years, his hands have been stained with the blood of too many people.

Even if he was forced to do so, even if it was not his original intention, but in the end...

He slowly closed his eyes, letting the pain gnaw at his heart like a poisonous insect, but when the pain gradually became numb, he still opened his eyes, but the confusion in his eyes was gone, replaced by a touch of determination and firmness.

"I will find you!"

"Definitely!"

...

Wanxiang Sect.

In front of the mountain gate.

A slight ripple finally appeared in Wang Ba's indifferent eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at the familiar old head held in the hands of the broken body.

The eyes on the head were wide open.

But in the eyes, there was no vitality or breath, only a dullness.

"Has the true spirit... dissipated?"

Feeling this empty body, for some reason, Wang Ba, who was indifferent and ruthless in the state of fusion with Bing Dao Ren, couldn't help but sigh at this moment.

Then he slowly stretched out his white palm and gently covered the wide eyes.

Muttered in a low voice:

"Since you still regard me as your master... from today on, you are my third disciple."

"I will bear all your karma."

"Your hatred... your master will also settle it for you personally."

"Just wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

The waves in his heart surged.

At this moment, he unexpectedly felt that his fusion with Bing Dao Ren, which had not made any progress for a long time, seemed to have a little imperceptible progress.

But he couldn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Raising his hand again, the eyes on Wang Xu's head finally closed, and his seemingly angry mouth turned into a complete, peaceful and faint smile at this moment, as if he had finally settled his worries and gained relief.

In Wang Ba's indifferent but slightly fluctuating eyes.

This poor man who had experienced turmoil in three continents since he was young, and whose wife and mother both died, finally collapsed while pursuing his lifelong ambition, ending his pitiful, tragic, but magnificent and wonderful life that few people have experienced.

Where he fell, his muscles, bones, flesh and blood grew rapidly and turned into mountains and rivers. Looking from a distance, it looked like the mountains were kowtowing, and visions occurred frequently...

"Senior brother."

Wang Yian, who came in a hurry, looked at this scene with a sad expression.

But the slight fluctuation in Wang Hao's eyes disappeared again at this moment.

What disappeared together with it was the avatar fusion that had just progressed.

At this moment it was at a standstill again.

"Emotion...is the key to merging the incarnation?"

Wang Yan, who had escaped from the state of emotional fluctuations just now, had a cold and almost absolute rationality. In just a blink of an eye, he analyzed the possible reasons based on his own changes.

But knowing does not mean doing it.

Doing it doesn’t mean doing it well.

At this moment, he had clearly understood something, but he didn't know how to change his mood.

But he was in no hurry.

At this moment, he didn't have any emotions, and naturally he didn't have any so-called anxiety.

His eyes moved slightly, scanning the sixth-level realm-breaking method of the "Zhen Martial Sutra" that was transformed into Wang Xu's blood. Countless words and patterns all fell into Wang Yan's memory.

"In the way of true martial arts, after reaching the sixth level, one must completely cut off the connection between oneself and the world... If a monk is a fish in the world, then true martial arts must be like a small boat floating outside the world. ”

"Such a realm is far beyond the reach of a fifth-level true warrior. It's no wonder he has been trapped in this realm for so long."

Wang Hao thought indifferently:

"It seems that between the fifth level and the sixth level, it will be an extremely critical period for the transformation of a true warrior."

As a cultivator, who doesn’t want to transcend the constraints of heaven and earth and live freely in the sea of ​​boundaries?

It's just that even the Void Refining monks can only say that with the help of the ascension of the world sea, they can hope to leave this world and go to the next world, but they are far from transcendent.

However, the true warrior was one step ahead of the monks.

Looking back from this point of view, in fact, from the beginning of practice, true warriors are far less dependent on heaven and earth than monks.

This is both a bad thing and a good thing.

The bad thing is that compared to monks who can use spiritual energy to practice and polish themselves, true warriors require very few resources and tempering is far from enough. Generally speaking, the combat power of true warriors is much weaker than that of normal monks.

But the good thing is that the training time is shorter, the effect is more obvious, and the degree of dependence on heaven and earth is very low. Therefore, it is easier to get rid of the control of Ogura Kai.

This is not only a demand for resources, but also a true spiritual level that transcends the Ogura world from a mysterious and mysterious level.

To put it more intuitively, once you become a sixth-level true warrior, even if your body dies, your true spirit will not enter the Kokura Realm. The rules in the Kokura Realm will have very little restriction and help for it, and it will not even go anywhere. The impact of the realm is almost the same as that of the Ogura realm.

You have nothing to rely on, so you have to rely on yourself for everything!

This is exactly the ‘great freedom’ that monks long for.

From any angle, for Wang Yan, practicing this 'true martial' way is a matter of great benefit and no harm.

"It's just...the fourth incarnation..."

Wang Ba looked thoughtful.

He had previously thought about refining an incarnation of Zhenwu, but because the method of Zhenwu had not yet been perfected and its help to him was extremely limited, he finally chose to give up.

But now the situation is different, so the fourth incarnation should naturally be scheduled.

It's just that the Embryo Transformation Technique can only maintain three incarnations, and he has already divided them into Taoist Bing, Taoist Yuanci, and Kong Chanzi.

Unless the Ice Taoist is completely integrated and the soul of the Ice Taoist returns to his true form, he will not be able to separate the incarnation suitable for Zhenwu at all.

"Zhenwu..."

Wang Bao recited these two words again and pondered in his heart.

"Dad, why didn't you take action just now?"

"Obviously we have Uncle Dafu and Patriarch Hui Yunzi here. If we join forces with senior brothers, Han Xiangzi will definitely die!"

"Now, now..."

Wang Yi'an's sad and angry voice suddenly sounded, breaking Wang Ba's thoughts.

Wang Hao lowered his head slightly and saw Wang Yian with a much more mature face. He shook his head calmly but did not respond. He turned around and his figure disappeared little by little into the thick fog.

Only an indifferent voice came from far away in the thick fog:

"One drink and one peck may all have a certain number."

"The time has not yet come...it's time for you to come back."

"go back?"

Wang Yian was startled, but at this moment, there was no joy at all in his mind, but instead a trace of confusion arose in his mind.

He was originally coerced by Wang Xu, but also worried about the irresolvable hatred between Wang Xu and the Wanxiang Sect, so he stayed in Wu Kingdom, stayed by Wang Xu's side, and devoted himself to the birth and growth of Wu Kingdom.

However, when senior brother Wang Xu was finally beheaded by Han Xiangzi on Changyang Mountain, and the factors that forced him to stay in Wu Kingdom disappeared, at this moment, he fell into hesitation.

He subconsciously asked:

"What about Wu Guo...?"

"Without my senior brother here, Han Yanzi might use them as food for cultivation!"

In the thick fog, his father's voice could be heard faintly:

"...Let it be."

"Let it be?"

Wang Yian was dazed as he repeated these four words.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall every bit of the twenty years in Wu State.

Even though he had been there for a very short time, it seemed to be richer than the hundreds of years he had lived in the past!

This hesitation, in just a moment, turned into a resolute color.

He looked at the thick fog where he could no longer see his figure.

He whispered:

"Dad, I don't understand your plan!"

"I only know that when you are in this world, there are always some things that you should be willful about!"

He bowed to the depths of the thick fog, with guilt in his eyes:

"Please tell my father, mother, and master that Yian is unfilial and wants to follow his own path!"

The voice fell.

In his body, from the aura of the sword, a mighty blood and energy that was completely different from his original sword true meaning suddenly emerged!

The aura of Zhenwu and the cultivator intertwined.

The next moment.

The sword true meaning and the blood of Zhenwu were like two long dragons that were clearly separated but entangled with each other, rushing straight into the sky!

Blood red as fire, sword cold as frost.

At this moment, thunderclouds were dense and roaring!

With his long hair flying, Wang Yian's figure stepped into the sky step by step, his face was wild and his expression was full of publicity!

Facing the thunder with generosity!

In the thick fog.

Wang Ba's footsteps paused slightly without being noticed.

He turned his head slightly and sighed faintly.

But then he returned to normal and walked into the depths of the thick fog.

Behind him, the huge thunder submerged Wang Yian's figure... (End of this chapter)