Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Congratulations to the sect master!"

Wow——

Shen Fu, who was accompanied by several monks, had a cold face and fell straight into the original Demon Sect.

Changyang Shenshan was taken away by Han Xiangzi, and now all that is left in this area is a shocking bloody depression.

Seeing Shen Fu's cold expression, the Demon Sect monks who were guarding the formation did not dare to get into trouble. After saluting respectfully, they quickly stepped aside.

Shen Fu didn't care, and looked around the sects with a hint of unnoticeable anxiety and urgency.

But no flaws were seen at all.

"They shouldn't all be taken away..."

In Shenfu's heart, he thought quickly:

"Han Xiangzi has always been cautious. He has three cunning rabbit holes... He did not kill the two transformed gods of the Qin family, but left them alone. He probably planned to refine them into one of the nine sons..."

"There are two of them with him. According to his temperament, there must be others in the sect."

"Where is it? It should be the secret realm from before... But where is the secret realm hidden?"

Shen Fu looked around anxiously again, his consciousness scanning over and over again.

Han Xiangzi rarely leaves the sect alone, especially when he is still in the sect.

So this is one of the few opportunities he can take advantage of.

Once Han Xiangzi completes the harvest of Wu Kingdom and returns to the sect, there will be no such suitable opportunity again.

Therefore, he must complete this most likely his last search while Han Xiangzi leaves the clan.

"Xiyin...is he still there?"

With his thoughts flowing, he dispersed the many monks following behind him. He opened his palm slightly, and a dark black tripod with four legs and two ears was immediately sacrificed.

Reciting the mantra silently, the treasure tripod emits light slightly, seeming bright and sometimes extinguishing.

Shen Fu held the tripod in his hand and immediately began to take measurements step by step in the sect.

…

"The leader of the Demon Sect has surrendered and has returned to the sect. The Changyang Mountain has now fallen on Huangji Continent, and a war may break out at any time."

The secret realm of beads.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged opposite Wang Ba with a gloomy expression.

Wang Ba smiled calmly and said:

"It doesn't matter, the more Han Yanzi takes action, the more flaws will be exposed... But, you just said that the master of the Demon Sect has returned to the Demon Sect?"

Looking at the 'smile' on Wang Ba's face, Zhao Feng felt slightly uncomfortable. He nodded and said:

"It was rumored before that he was seriously injured in the fight with Yi An. Now our personnel near the Demon Sect have indeed seen him return."

"By the way, this Demon Sect leader should be your junior brother. Please submit, right?"

Wang Hao nodded gently, thoughtfully:

"Yi An is familiar with his junior brother. With Yi An's temperament, he should not be harsh on his junior brother. In this case, the so-called serious injury should be the junior brother's own fault."

He didn't contact him to apply for submission. After all, the other party was in the Demon Sect, and he couldn't tell whether he was encountering any crisis at this moment.

When Zhao Feng heard this, his heart couldn't help but a strange look appeared on his face:

"Is he planning to..."

"It should be."

Wang Hao nodded. He was almost completely rational and had a clear understanding of the purpose of what Shen Fu was doing.

The voice was low and he said:

"It seems that he has noticed something."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but frown:

"If he really finds a flaw in Han Xiangzi, but there is no one in front to check it, it won't help... Junior brother, are we really just going to watch this catastrophe happen? How long do we have to wait?"

Feeling the rare hesitation in Zhao Feng's heart, Wang Hao slowly stood up, passed Zhao Feng, put his hands behind his hands and looked up at the sky. In his indifferent eyes, a rare trace of depth and distance flashed, and he said in a low voice:

"It can't be destroyed or established. With my original temperament, I must have intervened a long time ago, but the outcome is extremely unpredictable, and it will probably suffer heavy losses. It may even be possible that the clan will be destroyed. But now that I have merged with the incarnation, I can refine my love." Only by being free from the restraints of seven emotions and six desires can we clear away the fog and see through the road ahead.”

"What do you see?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but speak.

"A big crisis that may change you and me, and the fate of this world, is also a great blessing that few people can touch."

Wang Ba did not look back, but calmly described what he saw.

When Zhao Feng heard this, he couldn't help but frown deeper.

Assuming the position of sect leader, his thoughts and concerns have changed. He has no extravagant desires for the so-called great fortune, but he only cares about one thing:

"The Wanxiang Sect...can it still be preserved?"

This time, Wang Hao shook his head slightly:

"I don't know."

"I don't know?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but stand up, with a look of anger on his face for the first time.

Wang Hao turned his head and faced Zhao Feng calmly:

"The world is turned upside down and the sun and moon hang upside down. At this time, who can be sure that it will happen?"

"Han Xiangzi dares to bet, why don't we dare?"

"Senior brother, can't you still not understand? Or is it that this position of sect leader has caused your sword to become dusty and the sword's core to become rotten?"

"If that's the case, it's only my fault that I trapped you in the position of sect leader and wasted your talents."

Zhao Feng was shocked, his eyes flashed, and he vaguely seemed to grasp something.

Wang Hao continued to speak calmly, but there was a hint of indifference in his voice that made Zhao Feng feel cold:

"If I'm afraid of death... I will definitely die. Originally, I didn't want you to interfere. I really didn't want you to die... But now, I understand a truth better. Since the catastrophe is bound to come, then everything will To help us survive this calamity, even if we die, we must die in a worthy way.”

His eyes met Zhao Feng calmly:

"So, you asked me when I am going to take action..."

"I do not know either."

"Maybe now, maybe the next moment... maybe I will wait forever, even if you all die."

Zhao Feng looked at Wang Ba, knowing clearly that the junior brother in front of him had temporarily changed his temperament due to practice, but he was still confused and confused in his heart.

He sighed softly and nodded:

"I understand...perhaps it is indeed these years of suffering that have exhausted my spirit."

Then he turned around and walked slowly towards the exit of the secret realm.

The moment before crossing the secret realm, he turned his head slightly, revealing a side face, and seemed to say something to Wang Yan, and also to himself:

"But I never regret it."

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode out of the secret realm.

At this moment, the aura on his body seemed to finally be freed from all the constraints. At this moment, the sword's heart, which had been worked hard for many years, finally pierced through the thick dust.

After being in a cage for a long time, you can return to nature.

In that moment, it was extremely dazzling!

In the sky, mighty thunderclouds quickly filled the sky of the Wanxiang Sect, and the thunder roared, as if the end of the world was approaching!

The next moment, a brilliant sword light broke through the thunder clouds...

Within the secret realm.

Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back.

He already knew the result without looking.

As early as two to three hundred years ago, Zhao Feng's talent and foundation were enough to challenge the gods.

However, in order to support his whole-hearted cultivation, he clearly did not want to be involved in many chores, but he still took over the position of sect leader from Qu Shentong.

From then on, except for Zhongshengzhou, there was almost no sword.

A sword cultivator who is good at fighting has almost never used a sword again. This in itself is the greatest training for a sword cultivator.

He also refined his mind with many chores.

It seems that Zhao Feng has become mediocre these years.

However, all the foreshadowing will eventually explode, and all the efforts will eventually bloom into the glory he deserves at some point.

A peerless sword cultivator who had been dormant for many years finally emerged today.

The transformation between dragon and snake was something that not only him, but also Zhao Feng had to experience.

"Next...it's Han Xiangzi's place."

Wang Hao looked at the void in front of him indifferently.

Time is running out.

Once the fusion of the ice path is completed and the seven emotions and six desires return, then according to his nature, I am afraid that he may not follow the thoughts and plans at the moment.

He was calm about this, but he also hoped that his plan could proceed smoothly.

That was what he saw, perhaps a brighter future.

His eyes were cold, and it seemed that he had traveled a long distance at this moment, and saw the changes taking place in Huangji Continent at this moment...

…

Huangjizhou, southwest coast.

In the sky above the black and majestic Wubao, five-level true warriors each occupied a position, faintly forming a large formation.

In the Wubao, there is also a fourth-level true warrior who is controlling the God-breaking Crossbow, with a solemn and alert look on his face.

A young man wearing a solemn battle robe and a solemn expression stood before a group of true warriors.

There was a bloody sword on his back, as if he was aware of the crisis, and the blood energy on it was faintly chilling and vibrating slightly.

"Are you the son of King Ba of Wanxiang Sect?"

Opposite, an old man in green stood in front of a huge bloody ram's horn-shaped mountain. He looked at the young man and suddenly said with a smile.

Facing the old man, the young man remained calm and asked:

"You are the Prime Minister of the Original Demon Sect, right? Why haven't you seen the leader of your sect?"

Hearing this, the true warriors at the rear suddenly burst into laughter.

Everyone knows that the leader of the Demon Sect was defeated by the Young Sword Ancestor. When he mentions it now, the meaning is clear at a glance.

"You are sharp-tongued and talkative, quite like a father."

When Han Xiangzi heard this, he was not angry. He just chuckled and then said seriously:

"Although I have some misunderstandings with your father, it will not affect the relationship between me and the Wu Kingdom. I don't want to start a war rashly. If you increase the population of the Wu Kingdom by 90%, I promise you that I will treat your Wu Kingdom absolutely Qiu has no fault..."

"Why is Your Majesty Han talking so much?"

The young man carrying the sword suddenly interrupted Han Xiangzi's words, his face was calm, but there was a faint hint of the vicious aura born from a true warrior:

"If you want to take action, just do it. The Wu Kingdom only has true warriors who died in battle, and there will never be any true warriors who beg for mercy or betray their comrades!"

"Not to mention 90%, even if it's nine true warriors, you can't even think of taking them away!"

After hearing the words of the young man carrying the sword, the morale of the true warriors behind him was high, with expressions of recognition and respect on their faces.

From all around, more true warriors quickly arrived and joined the formation formed by the true warriors in front.

Han Xiangzi, who was dressed in green, sighed and shook his head:

"If you don't know tomorrow, you don't know the fate... I thought of your father's sake and gave you a chance to survive, but it's a pity that you don't want to appreciate it."

"But I'm only worried that there won't be many people coming, so I'm willing to wait a little longer."

Hearing this, the young man with a negative sword would naturally not refuse such a good thing.

He didn't know what Han Xiangzi's plan was, but he knew clearly that the scattered true warriors would definitely be defeated. Only the true warriors who united could have a chance to survive.

The true warriors came quickly and formed a formation.

Finally, dozens of fifth-level true warriors and a large number of fourth-level true warriors gathered together, and a terrifying beam of blood and energy crashed into the body of the young man carrying the sword.

The aura of the young man carrying the sword surged crazily at this moment!

His eyes also widened instantly, and his body was instantly filled with blood.

The bright red bloody aura permeated his body.

Although it seemed a little difficult to control, at this moment, he was vaguely similar to the deceased martial ancestor Wang Xu.

"It seems that you are ready."

Han Yanzi was not surprised when he saw this scene, but praised.

The next moment, from the blood-colored sheep-horn mountain behind him, blood-colored tree branches and roots like willow branches suddenly emerged, and whipped at the sword-carrying youth like a hurricane and a tsunami.

Although the sword-carrying youth was blessed by a large amount of blood and his breath was surging, his face was calm, and he put his fingers together to form a sword. The blood-colored sword on his back made an exciting sword sound, and then flew out from behind. The blood-colored sword light was like a big brush in the sky, with dragons and snakes in the brush, and iron painting and silver hooks!

Wherever he passed, he could hear a crisp sound of "ping ping ping".

Countless blood-colored branches suddenly dimmed and fell down.

But the blood-colored sword light continued to fly in the air like a rafter, piercing the green-clothed old man in the air.

Although the green-clothed old man was surprised, he was calm and sighed:

"My father is indeed the reincarnation of a great monk. He even has such a way to teach the younger generation. Incredible, incredible!"

After saying that, he raised his hand and a vast blood sea Dao domain condensed below, and fell towards the fifth-level and fourth-level true warriors on the dock!

Wang Yian's face changed!

He gritted his teeth, and the blood-colored sword light not only did not stop, but also roared and slashed at the old man.

At the same time, he dodged and landed under the blood sea Dao domain.

"Hah!"

He stepped on the void and held up his hands to the sky!

The blood and qi were surging, and the pores on Wang Yian's body opened, and countless blood-colored steam burst out!

He actually lifted up the Blood Sea Dao Domain that was suppressed.

Han Yanzi's eyes flashed with surprise.

"A cultivator can also practice the true martial arts?"

Then he raised his finger and pointed, and the dark blood appeared, colliding with the bright red sword light, and the sword light collapsed instantly.

Wang Yian's strength was indeed beyond his expectations, but even so, he was still not as good as the former Martial Ancestor.

Regardless of experience, realm, or bravery.

Even the Martial Ancestor was not his opponent, let alone Wang Yian, let alone now, he is making progress every moment.

The next moment, he raised his hand again and pointed at Wang Yian who was suppressed by the Blood Sea Dao Domain and could not move.

Just at this moment.

Bang!

Countless whisks shot out and entangled Han Yanzi in an instant!

At the same time, a strange, twisted gray divine light, with the extreme anger of the caster, came straight at Han Yanzi's face!

Han Yanzi didn't care much at first, but when he noticed this gray divine light, his face suddenly changed:

"It's the Yuanci divine light again!"

Blood and energy surged instinctively, breaking the whisk silk directly.

The cry of Master Wuchen was heard from afar.

It was just a little delay, but the gray divine light still seized the opportunity and pierced Han Yanzi's eyebrows in an instant!

The blood sea domain dissipated silently.

A white-clothed figure fell with several Yuanci Palace mages, and at the same time, a Taoist also fell.

He stared at Han Yanzi's location with a solemn and vigilant look.

"It's Aunt Qin... Master Tai'a..."

The young man with a sword was stunned when he saw the two of them. He subconsciously looked around, but did not see the imaginary figure, and was slightly disappointed.

But then his face condensed.

Han Yanzi, who was hit by the Yuanci divine light, actually retreated to Changyang Divine Mountain without any damage.

Although his face was ugly, he looked at Qin Lingxiao, who was dressed in plain clothes and had red eyes, and smiled:

"You killed me once, but fortunately, the two gods of your Qin family also provided me with two chances to survive, so it's not a loss."

Hearing this, Qin Lingxiao's Yuanci power suddenly fluctuated violently.

She stared at Han Yanzi, and it was almost impossible to contain the anger in her heart.

"Palace Master Qin, don't fall into the trap!"

The master of Tai'a Temple said hurriedly.

Han Yanzi sneered when he heard this:

"It was just that I didn't expect it just now, but you guys are at your wit's end, so it's just right that you're all sent here today, so I don't have to catch you again."

He raised his head slightly and saw the thunderclouds gathering above his head, then lowered his head and looked around, his eyes swept over Qin Lingxiao, Tai'a Temple Master, Wang Yian and others one by one, revealing a smile:

"Including you, it should be enough!"

As soon as the voice fell, in the slightly changed eyes of the crowd, his figure flashed, and several blood sea clones that looked like him flew out and pounced on several people...

Just a dozen breaths later.

The thunder fell and struck Han Yanzi.

However, Han Yanzi stood on the top of the sacred mountain without any damage.

Wait for the thunderclouds to gradually dissipate.

He looked down at the figures below who were entangled by the branches of the Immortal God Tree. Wang Yian, Qin Lingxiao, Tai'a Temple Master, and the dense crowd of True Warriors, despite their violent struggles, were shrouded by the Blood Sea Dao Domain and remained motionless... He smiled:

"Thanks to you, I have enough blood and energy. I don't have to waste time and effort to find trouble with those ordinary True Warriors and mortals."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and the countless casual cultivators and mortals who had been captured from Fenglinzhou were thrown out.

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture, with it as the center, countless strange blood-colored lines emerged, the demonic energy rose, but with a hint of weirdness and a faint ominousness.

The huge blood-colored lines covered the surroundings.

"It's the blood sacrifice formation!"

Among the crowd, Tai'a Temple Master was undoubtedly the most knowledgeable person. When he saw these blood-colored lines, his face suddenly changed.

Han Yanzi didn't mean to pay attention.

He was concentrating on carving the formation pattern.

At this moment, Tai'a Temple Master couldn't hold his breath anymore. With a thought, a whisk flew out of his sleeve, and actually opened a gap in the branches of the sacred tree. Tai'a Temple Master flew out without hesitation, and used all his magic power to chop the branches that trapped Qin Lingxiao and Wang Yian.

Han Yanzi's face was slightly cold:

"I was still thinking about who to sacrifice first. Since you jumped out by yourself, it's you!"

While speaking, he raised his finger.

Before the Tai'a Temple Master could dodge, his eyes widened slightly, and he exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Blood rain suddenly fluttered in the sky, and the shadow of the Tai'a Temple Master also dissipated with a trace of guilt...

"Tai'a Temple Master!"

A trace of grief and anger flashed in the eyes of Wang Yian and Qin Lingxiao.

A great monk who had reached the perfection of the spirit transformation was ended by Han Yanzi in such a sloppy way.

The blood energy around was diffused, and was faintly absorbed by the blood-colored lines around.

"The next one... is you."

Han Yanzi's eyes moved slightly and looked at Wang Yian.

Qin Lingxiao suddenly sneered at this moment and said:

"You are a demon sect, but you can only bully the weak. If you dare to go to the Eightfold Sea, I will respect you a little bit."

Han Yanzi's eyes fell on Qin Lingxiao, and he shook his head slightly:

"You want to delay time? Haha, what use can the method of provoking people like me have?"

Qin Lingxiao's face sank when his thoughts were revealed.

"But... since you said so, I will fulfill your wish."

Han Yanzi chuckled.

After the voice fell, he pointed his finger and stabbed Qin Lingxiao.

Bang!

Qin Lingxiao instantly turned into a blood mist!

"Aunt Qin!"

Wang Yian was shocked and angry, struggling hard!

How could he not see that Qin Lingxiao was delaying time for him.

But he didn't expect Han Yanzi to be so cruel, without any hesitation!

However, at this moment, a gray divine light suddenly flew out of the blood mist!

Han Yanzi's pupils shrank, and he instinctively retreated quickly to a distance.

He stared at the gray divine light with suspicion.

Who knew that the gray divine light rolled up a group of souls and flew straight to the west.

Watching the divine light leave, Han Yanzi's eyes condensed slightly, revealing a bit of fear, but he still didn't chase it.

His eyes immediately fell on Wang Yian.

He no longer hesitated, and quickly activated the blood sacrifice formation. Countless casual cultivators and mortals instantly turned into blood mist.

Then came the real warriors.

A large amount of blood rushed into the blood sacrifice formation, and the original blank space was filled with blood. In the roar, it began to slowly rotate.

Seeing that Wang Yian seemed to have a unique physique, he could faintly resist the sacrifice of the blood sacrifice formation.

Han Yanzi's eyes were slightly cold, and then he raised his hand and pointed at Wang Yian who was bound by the blood branches.

Wang Yian was not afraid, but his eyes were wide open:

"Han Yanzi, although I die today, it can be seen that you will live a life worse than death in the future!"

Bang!

Wang Yian instantly turned into a ball of sword light and blood mist, twisting constantly.

"Heh, noisy."

Han Yanzi sneered.

If he was really afraid of these verbal curses, how could he have come to this day?

With a firm heart like him, no matter how many difficulties there are, they should be trampled one by one!

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill.

Turning his head, he suddenly saw a figure in green clothes like him, hanging above his back, with eyes as cold as ice, but faintly rolling and changing, quietly watching him.

In a trance, he seemed to see two figures, one blue and one white, quietly overlapping.

But Han Yanzi was not surprised but happy, and couldn't help but whispered:

"Wang Ba?!"

"Haha, you are finally here!" (End of this chapter)