Mortal's Immortal Way of Longevity

Chapter 215 Zhou Yuan's Lifespan Problem (23, please subscribe!)
Although he has known Zhou Yuan for many years, Ye Changsheng has never thought about the other party's lifespan.

The people around him have always been very young, so in his subconscious mind he would not consider the relatively distant topic of longevity.

It wasn't until Zi Ling mentioned it today that Ye Changsheng suddenly realized that Zhou Yuan was already over 300 years old.

That's right, both Zhou Yuan and Wang Heng were contemporaries. Before Wang Heng died, he was already in the late stage of alchemy, and he was looking for a way to break through the Nascent Soul.

Definitely not younger.

The same is true for Zhou Yuan, who is still in the alchemy stage for more than 300 years, which is really a bit slow for Ye Changsheng.

But in fact, this is the normal state of the world of cultivating immortals. For most alchemy monks, it is extremely difficult to break through a mid-term bottleneck.

"Elder Ye, I know this request may be a little too much, but can you please help pick a longevity fruit, I am willing to tell you the location of the hidden treasure in Xutian Palace!" Zi Ling's eyes showed a hint of pleading, sound transmission road.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Ye Changsheng pitifully.

Every time the Xutian Temple is opened, the number of Shouyuan Fruits that can be found is limited, and basically all of them are taken away by Yuanying monks.

With Zi Ling's current cultivation base, it would be extremely difficult to get one, so she could only pin her hopes on Ye Changsheng.

And the only price she could give in exchange was the treasure map that recorded the ten-thousand-year spiritual milk that she got from the young master of Qingyangmen.

On the one hand, he needs to rely on Ye Changsheng's protection so as not to be killed by Master Sanyang, and on the other hand, he hopes that he can help pick the Shouyuan Fruit.

But what she can exchange is Wannian spiritual liquid and soul nourishing wood. In Zi Ling's view, such an exchange is completely unequal.

That's why she said that this request was too much.

However, knowing that it was an exaggerated request, she still said it out, because she had no other choice but to pin her hopes on Ye Changsheng.

"Shouyuan Fruit? One of Man Beard's goals for entering the Xutian Palace this time is the Shouyuan Fruit. If he is killed there, he will lose a strong enemy after entering the inner hall!" Ye Changsheng's eyes flickered, thinking in his heart .

In this Xutian Temple, in his opinion, the most threatening person is Man Beard.

This person is not easy to kill, unlike other Nascent Souls who are very fragile, with his speed and strength, he can be easily killed.

Man Beard has rough skin and thick flesh. If he is combined with other Nascent Souls to act as a meat shield, it will be very troublesome for Ye Changsheng to deal with it.

Even, if the three Nascent Souls in the middle stage are all united and cooperate with the three Nascent Souls in the early stage, then Ye Changsheng can only retreat.

Therefore, Ye Changsheng said to Zi Ling: "You don't have to worry about the matter of Shouyuanguo, I have my own plan, and you can just take me there when the time comes!"

Hearing this, Zi Ling was immediately overjoyed, and hurriedly said: "Elder Ye, you are very kind."

"There seems to be something wrong ahead!" Han Li's voice sounded, his face showing a solemn look, looking at a corpse lying on the ground in the gray mist ahead.

Ye Changsheng nodded, and said: "That person teleported here a little earlier than me. After seeing me, he flew into this place of injustice, and now he is dead!"

The corpse in front was the old man who scared away after seeing Ye Changsheng.

Going forward, Zi Ling took a look at the old man's face and said, "This is Ge Li from Tiantai Island, a fellow Taoist at the early stage of alchemy!"

After hearing these words, Han Li's expression changed slightly, and the cultivator at the early stage of alchemy died here quietly.

Obviously, there is something terrible in the depths of this place of injustice.

"I heard that since more and more monks died in this first level, this place has gradually become dangerous, and even gave birth to a fierce spirit of the ghost king level!" Zi Ling said.

The ghost king is equivalent to a monk in the late stage of alchemy.

For ordinary alchemy monks, such existence is naturally very dangerous.

"Let's go!"

Ye Changsheng said lightly, and walked forward first.

Zi Ling quickly followed. Han Li stood where he was, observed the corpse for a few moments, and then followed.

Regardless of whether there is a ghost king or not, with Ye Changsheng by his side, there is basically no danger in this place of ghost injustice.

After walking forward for a certain distance, suddenly, there was a thin weeping sound from the front. It sounded like a woman's voice. It was thin and low, which made people feel upset.

"Haunting Ghost Voice!"

Hearing this voice, Zi Ling said solemnly.

This is the innate spell of high-level ghosts. As long as it is used against the enemy, the blood of the opponent whose cultivation level is far lower than his own can be reversed, and he can't control himself and dance wildly to death.

Zi Ling quickly locked her mind so as not to be caught. She looked ahead solemnly, suspecting that there was a ghost king in the mist.

Ye Changsheng took a step forward, flicked his fingers, and a purple sword energy flew out of his hand.

"what!!!"

As the sword energy flew into the mist, a shrill scream rang out for a moment, and then fell silent.

The three of them walked forward, and it didn't take long before they saw a zombie-like ghost lying on the ground.

"Ghost Yasha!"

With a soft cry, Zi Ling recognized the identity of this ghost.

"In this land of ghost injustice, there are quite a lot of ghosts, and there are several ghost kings!" Ye Changsheng said after looking around.

Hearing his words, both Zi Ling and Han Li were startled. They looked into the surrounding fog, but found nothing.

But after Ye Changsheng said this, he flicked his fingers, and continuously ejected sword energy.

After every sword energy flew into the mist, there would be a shrill scream immediately.

Among these ghosts, there are several fierce ghosts whose strength is comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of alchemy, but none of them can stop his sword energy.

Even if one of them was even a powerful ghost who had acquainted with Old Demon Xuangu, it was still annihilated under his sword energy.

Ye Changsheng kept the sword energy in his hand until he ejected the tenth sword energy, and the sword energy flew into the mist, but there was no sound.

It seems to have disappeared out of thin air!
Just when Zi Ling and Han Li were guessing whether Ye Changsheng's sword energy wasted mana in vain, they heard Ye Changsheng's plain voice:

"Stand back, you two, Sanyang old devil is here!"

Sanyang old devil? !
Zi Ling and Han Li were shocked when they heard this, and then they saw dozens of small green beads twirling in the mist, flying towards this side at an extremely fast speed.

"Blue Fire Thunder!"

Zi Ling exclaimed, and suddenly retreated extremely quickly, while Han Li on the other side was faster than her.

When he heard Ye Changsheng's words to back off, Han Li immediately flew out with a "whoosh".

They can't get involved in this kind of Nascent Soul-level battle, and standing here will only add to the chaos.

"Boom! Boom! Boom"

After those dozens of small green beads flew in front of Ye Changsheng, they exploded suddenly, billowing air waves, and immediately dispersed all the surrounding ghost fog.

Zi Ling, who was a little slower, flew upside down for several tens of feet, and was immediately affected by the billowing air wave, and was thrown out all at once.

When she stood on the ground in the distance again, her face was pale, and she looked at the green light in front of her with some horror.

She also saw the power of Qinghuolei when she killed the young master of Qingyangmen.

This kind of magic thunder, if there is no powerful magic weapon to resist it, even the alchemy cultivator will be killed by one.

However, the other party threw out dozens of them directly, and the Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't hold on to such intensive bombing.

Zi Ling's eyes couldn't help but filled with worry, looking at the shining green light.

It was a mass of emerald green flames burning. As the name suggests, the Green Fire Thunder would ignite the Green Yang Demon Fire after it exploded.

That Qingyang Demonic Fire is the method used by Master Sanyang to become famous, its power is infinite, and countless opponents have been burned to death.

Although he was very confident in Ye Changsheng's strength, Zi Ling was still full of worries when he saw that he did not use any magic weapon to resist the green fire thunder.

The mist gathered again, blocking her vision, making it impossible for her to see the battle over there.

Zi Ling continued to retreat at a very high speed, wishing he could stay away from this place for dozens of miles. The battle between Nascent Soul monks is not a joke.

Elder Ye's fellow sect has disappeared without a trace!
While backing away, looking at the dense fog, Zi Ling was full of worries.

I don't know if Elder Ye can deal with that Sanyang old devil?

In the thick ghost fog, Ye Changsheng was wearing a blue battle armor, and walked out of the blazing blue flames.

"You turned out to be a Nascent Soul cultivator. It's really beyond my expectations. When will Luan Xinghai have a number one person like you?" In the mist, an old and indifferent voice came.

Ye Changsheng didn't answer his question, instead he said with a smile: "I thought you were walking with Man Beard and the others, and it would take a lot of effort to kill you, but I didn't expect you to come to the door yourself!"

Between the words, he did not hide his disdain for Old Demon Sanyang.

This immediately enraged the old devil. How dare a monk in the early stage of Yuanying dare to be so contemptuous of him?

"court death!"

With a roar of anger, the overwhelming blue flames rushed out of the ghost fog, and rushed towards Ye Changsheng fiercely.

When the blue flame was about to touch his body, Ye Changsheng's body flashed a blue light, and then he disappeared instantly.

Immediately after that, there was a roar in the mist, accompanied by a violent roar.

The cyan magic light collided with the bright golden light, and the terrifying fluctuations immediately caused the surrounding fog to swing outward round and round.

With a muffled snort, the two lights and shadows moved back after touching each other. Sanyang Laomo stood in the mist, his face full of shock and fear.

Around his body, hundreds of small green beads spread out, filling every inch of space around him.

These are all green fire mines, the old devil seems to have pulled out all his wealth, and used hundreds of blue fire mines to block the elusive figure.

Just now, Ye Changsheng's weird speed caused the old devil a big loss, and he was almost killed by a punch.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly, and after sacrificing an ancient protective treasure, he blocked the attack of the man wearing the ghost mask.

The Sanyang old devil immediately scattered all the blue fire thunders all over his surroundings.

As long as that person dares to approach, these green fire mines will definitely be triggered, and a chain reaction will be triggered, causing hundreds of them to explode together.

As the refiner of the green fire thunder, Old Demon Sanyang himself is not afraid of being blown up by this kind of magic thunder. A blue flag flew up above his head, casting a piece of blue light around him.

That is his talisman, Qingyang Banner!

At the same time, the old devil immediately took out a black bowl magic weapon and put it on top of his head, a black light shone down, and he was covered with a protective shield.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of purple sword energy flew out of the mist and shot at one of the hundreds of green fire thunders.

Seeing this scene, Old Demon Sanyang sneered, wanting to use this method to trigger all the green fire thunders?
With a flick of the green sun flag above his head, a streak of green magic fire flew out, immediately burning the sword energy completely.

Immediately afterwards, "Whoo! Whoosh! Whoosh" sword energy flew from all around, densely packed like raindrops.

As soon as Sanyang Laomo's expression changed, he immediately pointed to the cyan flag above his head, and then the flag shook quickly, and large groups of green flames flew out of it, surrounding Sanyang Laomo, forming a cyan fireball.

After those purple sword qi touched the green flame, they were continuously burnt up, unable to pass through the light curtain formed by the flame.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, amidst these purple sword qi, a figure flashed past, and suddenly appeared in front of Old Demon Sanyang.

As soon as that figure appeared, it immediately touched a large piece of green fire thunder, and all of them exploded in an instant, and the remaining large piece of green fire thunder seemed to be detonated all of a sudden.

But at this time, that figure flashed again and disappeared in the exploding green fire thunder.

Seeing this, Old Demon Sanyang's expression turned cold, and he immediately stretched out his hand to point, and a large piece of clear light was sprinkled from the Qingyang flag, shining on the green fire thunders that were about to explode.

Immediately, those blue fire mines that were touched and were about to explode all fell silent, turning around without bursting.

The confrontation between the two was extremely short, but it contained many murderous intentions.

Seeing that his goal of detonating those hundreds of green fire mines at once had not been achieved, Ye Changsheng couldn't help thinking to himself:
"The Master Sanyang has shaken the sea of ​​stars for hundreds of years, and he really has two brushes!"

"Any old Nascent Soul monster should not be underestimated, especially these mid-stage Nascent Souls who have been famous for a long time!"

He opened his mouth and spat out, and a delicate mirror flew above his head.

The purple brilliance of the mirror shone on the protective light sphere formed by the Qingyang magic fire, and in an instant, a group of purple flames suddenly appeared on the piece of Qingyang magic fire.

As soon as the purple flame appeared, it immediately devoured the Qingyang magic fire, burning a big hole out of the green ball of light.

Purple sword energy swarmed in instantly.

boom!boom!boom.
A series of explosions sounded, and hundreds of green fire thunders were detonated by the purple sword energy at once, most of them.

At the same time, Ye Changsheng's figure also disappeared from the spot in an instant, and appeared in front of Sanyang Old Demon through the exploding blue flames like a ghost.

"boom!"

A heavy punch hit the black mask, causing the mask to vibrate violently.

Seeing this scene, Old Demon Sanyang showed horror on his face.

(End of this chapter)