Taoist help me live forever

Outside the autumn wind city.

The once-vibrant spiritual field was hastily harvested, leaving behind an empty and messy field, with only a few figures bending over to glean ears here and there.

Although the beast tide is already a normal program, for most people, it can only be experienced once in a lifetime.

So when the news of the beast horde spread, it was inevitable that people would panic.

Yu Xian walked in the city, but there were not many people, the doors of every house were closed, and it was extremely silent. Occasionally, I could see a few hurried figures, all of whom were fleeing.

If the conditions are good, bring a few more storage bags with you, and if the conditions are not good, you will drive the ox cart and horse-drawn cart, pulling large boxes and large boxes of goods.

Qiufeng City has no city walls, nor does it have a large moat.

This also means that when the beast tide comes, ordinary people cannot get too much protection from high-level monks, and most people can only fend for themselves.

It sounds brutal.

But this is the reality. As an outpost city adjacent to the demon vein, Qiufeng City is destined to bear the pressure that an ordinary county town should not bear.

It is different from Shangyang City.

It's just a remote place with a sparse population and no aura, and it's just a mob monster king who attacks, which is no different from an ordinary real person like Dan Yangzi.

Even so, every beast tide will cause the decline of several foundation-building families, and the death of hundreds of thousands of mortals and low-level monks.

Of course, at the same time of decline, some monks will rise up with the help of the resources of the beast tide, and achieve legends one after another.

But between ups and downs, it is always the bottom that gets hurt.

Less than half of these monks and mortals who fled to other places were able to return to their original places in the end.

However, the local monks left in Qiufeng City can only stay on Qiufeng Mountain, use the third-order spiritual veins as energy, and set up a large formation to protect the mountain. Talking about self-protection is considered a success.

But in the city history records of Autumn Wind City.

Qiufeng Mountain was attacked by the monster clan more than once, and the casualties were extremely heavy. It was not recovered until the beast tide subsided.

Here is a lesson from the past. There are not too many monks staying in Qiufeng Mountain, and most of them are monks from major local clans.

And Yan County Magistrate who is the local county magistrate.

Yan county magistrate is responsible for guarding the soil, so he can't leave without authorization, so he can only stay and resist.

As for why the monks of the local clans didn't leave, it was naturally not because they were so virtuous and upright, they wanted to stay on the front line to fight against the monsters.

But their land is here.

They can leave alone, the family has a hundred years, and the spiritual land accumulated over hundreds of years cannot be moved with them.

Of course, the land has a title deed, and Xuan Yangzong is not an unreasonable person, it is impossible to deny it.

But the problem lies in those spiritual fields that do not have title deeds and usually do not pay taxes.

If they leave.

Once the beast tide was over, all the spiritual fields were tossed into a mess. Even if they came back, all they could get was the spiritual fields on the land deed.

As for the other "wild spiritual fields", they naturally belonged to the City Lord's Mansion.

However, "wild spiritual fields" accounted for most of the assets of each family.

Yu Xian recalled the situation Li Liangyu introduced to him, walked slowly through Autumn Wind City, and saw all kinds of things in the world, but there was no joy or sorrow, and he could no longer be moved.

As he lived longer, his emotional expression became more and more stingy.

"That's good too. After the Datong Society appears in the public eye in the future, it can also be said in a high-sounding tone that it is hunting monsters for mortals and seeking a little more life for all living beings.

Doing things for self-interest in the name of justice, tsk tsk, I am really disgusting. "

Yu Xian laughed at himself and strode forward.

……

In the third year of 720 in the nine solar calendar, on the third day of February, there is light rain in early spring.

The sky was gloomy like ink, as if it was foreshadowing something.

Boo!
A long, sharp cry was like a signal.

The golden light pierced the dark clouds, and a golden roc bird with wings spread thousands of feet flapped its wings, the clouds scattered and the rain gathered, and the sun shone on the earth.

Immediately afterwards, a black herd of beasts gushed out from Jin Peng's demon veins.

With five thousand miles of demon veins, millions of monsters occupy the horizon, and there are also herds of wild beasts trapped, which seem to be boundless.

The earth began to tremble, and the loud rumbling noise spread hundreds of miles away, and the world was silent.

At an altitude of tens of thousands of meters, there are gusts of wind.

The golden roc bird turned into a human form, and it was the Jinpeng Demon Emperor.

Looking at the group of monster beasts rushing forward like a wave, Jin Peng Yaohuang turned his eyes and sighed forward.

"Jiuyue Zhenjun, since you are here, why don't you show up and see?"

"Jinpeng Yaohuang, you are being polite this time."

A woman in palace attire with an unmistakable appearance and a cold temperament appeared on the cloud and saluted Jinpeng Yaohuang, but it made people feel that she was indifferent to others thousands of miles away.

"I don't know if the Demon Emperor wants to sit down and wait with this seat as usual, or do it first?"

Jin Peng Yaohuang said: "It seems that Zhenjun is determined that I won't do anything?"

Zhenjun Jiuyue said indifferently: "Don't dare."

"Zhenjun guessed it right. I have been neighbors with Xuanyangzong for so many years. Don't you know what kind of temperament this emperor is?"

As soon as Jinpeng Yaohuang waved his hand, he saw clouds and mist surging, forming a high chess table, two stools, and a pot of steaming tea.

"This is Moon Dew Tea, a spiritual tea tree irrigated with the essence of the bright moon. It only grows one leaf in three years, and it is suitable for neutralizing the profound strength of Zhenjun's cultivation method.

The emperor accidentally obtained the spirit plant a hundred years ago, and has taken care of it until now, and only now has he obtained two liang of tea leaves.

This time I borrow flowers to offer Buddha, and I am willing to drink with the real king when playing chess. "

Before Zhenjun Jiuyue stepped onto the stage, he held up a cup of tea and took a sip, and felt a strong power of moonlight explode in his mouth. There is a slight increase in the power of consciousness.

At the same time, the bursting magic power of her dantian calmed down for a short time, which gave her a more harmonious feeling of control.

She has a feeling that if she can drink this tea for a long time, her cultivation speed will definitely be improved, and she will be more confident in breaking through the Nascent Soul Late Stage.

"It really is good tea, the Demon Emperor has a heart."

Zhenjun Jiuyue took a deep look at Jinpeng Yaohuang, sat down on the cloud platform, and played chess with Jinpeng Yaohuang.

This time her mission is to keep an eye on the Jinpeng Yaohuang.

If it can be resolved peacefully, she will not have the heart to slay demons.

If she has practiced to her level, unless there is some great enemy blocking the way, ordinary righteousness and reputation can no longer restrain her.

"Haha, as long as Zhenjun likes it."

Jinpeng Yaohuang placed a game of broken chess and said:
"Ever since I lost a move to Zhenjun last time, I have been wanting to get back my position. This is an endgame that I have inadvertently obtained. There are endless changes. Please enlighten me."

He was completely prepared to deal with it, and Zhenjun Jiuyue slowly let go of his guard.

Zhenjun Jiuyue and Jinpeng Yaohuang have been neighbors for 300 years, and he thinks he knows a thing or two about the nature of this demon emperor.

Jinpeng Yaohuang's original form is Jinyu Dapeng. It is said that he has a trace of the blood of the real Jinyu Dapeng, possesses extreme speed in the wind, and can escape naturally.

Although he is a middle-grade demon emperor, the real monks in the late Yuanying period will not be able to catch up to his speed if they do not have the magical power to escape.

There are quite a few true monarch monks in Xuanyang Sect who can defeat him, but there are only a handful of monks who are sure to kill him.

The last time Jinpeng Yaohuang fought with several real monarchs in the sect outside the Xuanyang Sect's mountain gate, and asked the sect to hand over the true biography Zhang Yan and give him an explanation.

Although it was a big defeat afterwards, it didn't hurt muscles.

As far as she knew, the sect planned to take down the Jinpeng Yaohuang that day, but in the end they underestimated his speed and were not well-prepared, so they let him escape.

If it weren't for the Qinghuang Yaozun being friendly to the human race and promoting the cause of peaceful coexistence of humans and monsters, it would have affected the demon emperor under his command, especially the bird demon clan like the Jinpeng Demon Emperor.

Otherwise, every time there was a wave of beasts, their Xuanyang sect would have to face the threat of more than a dozen demon emperors, and life would not be as easy as it is now.

It's just that even if the Qinghuang Yaozun is so friendly to the human race, he still can't violate the tradition of launching a beast tide every once in a while in the Wanyao Mountain Range.

"Demon Emperor Yaxing, I will accompany you."

Zhenjun Jiuyue glanced at the chessboard, pressed his fingertips, and a white chess piece as white as jade appeared on the chessboard.

She usually has nothing to do when she has nothing to do, she can also play the piano and play chess, and knows a thing or two about chess.

During the last beast tide, she had played against the Jinpeng Demon Emperor for ten years, which made it impossible for Mingyue Tiancheng to participate in the beast tide under the control of the Demon Emperor.

And next door to her, the Lord of Chongming City, True Monarch Chongming, for some reason fought with the Death Demon Emperor who bordered on him.

In the end, the talent of the death bloodline of the demon emperor was even better, cutting off the 300-year lifespan of Zhenjun Chongming, which forced Zhenjun Chongming to the limit of his lifespan, and almost died on the spot.

And suing the Demon Emperor to death was also uncomfortable, because he was struck by the illusory pupils of Zhenjun Chongming, and he is still a little demented, thinking that he is a flamingo.

I heard that not long ago, I ran into the depths of the Wanyao Mountains to pursue true love.

The two Demon Emperors and True Monarchs fought so fiercely, one can imagine what will happen next.

Under the rule of Chongming City, four of the eight major prefectures were slaughtered by the demon clan, and more than half of the one hundred and three county towns were destroyed, with tens of millions of casualties.

After the war, the grievances on the earth condensed and lingered, and later the yin and spirit qi merged and turned into the body of the ghost emperor, causing disasters everywhere.

She also participated in the battle to kill the ghost emperor back then, so that she can deeply understand the brutality of the beast horde under the rule of Chongming City.

In comparison, the beast horde under Mingyuetian City was as childish as playing house.

This is also the reason why she is willing to make a fuss with Jinpeng Yaohuang.

Since she became the lord of Mingyuetiancheng, this cultivation resource needs to be raised by herself, and the main income is the share of tax revenue under her rule.

Once too many cities are destroyed by the beast tide, her income will be greatly affected in the next few decades, which in turn will affect her cultivation efficiency.

The world is bustling with profit coming and going, and she is no exception.

If she has enough resources, she can just quietly cultivate in the sect, where she needs to be the lord of the sky city, and take care of the trivial matters here.

A lot of distracting thoughts flashed through Jiuyue Zhenjun for a moment, and he quickly gathered his thoughts.

Seeing Zhenjun Jiuyue playing so decisively, Jinpeng Yaohuang couldn't help being surprised, thinking that this Zhenjun's chess skills have improved so rapidly.

He was deeply influenced by the cultivation culture of the human race. Not only did he marry many female cultivators of the human race as wives and concubines, but he also gave birth to a half-demon daughter like Yue Xiaoxiao who inherited his bloodline talent, which can be seen.

In addition, as a demon clan, he has a long lifespan, and the demon emperor realm has a lifespan of 5000 years, which is comparable to some short-lived human race gods.

So he has plenty of time to study some acrobatics.

This game of chess is one of them.

It's not that he came to this endgame by accident, but he spent decades of thinking hard to condense into such a game of chess, which is to make things difficult for Zhenjun Jiuyue and avenge his loss last time.

He hesitated for a moment, and then carefully made a move.

"Please, my lord."

True Monarch Jiuyue was neither happy nor sad, and continued to gather mana and drop a son.

clap clap clap!

Jinpeng Yaohuang became more and more confident as he went down, and soon pushed Jiuyue Zhenjun Dalong into a dangerous situation.

"Haha, the emperor won."

On the chessboard, the black pieces held by Jinpeng Yaohuang occupy the entire board, and the white pieces held by Zhenjun Jiuyue are scattered, making no sense.

Zhenjun Jiuyue didn't feel depressed at all.

"The Demon Emperor's chess skills are superb, and I am ashamed of myself."

Jinpeng Yaohuang's excited expression froze, and he felt powerless as if his fist had hit the cotton.

If the loser doesn't care about losing, then the winner has nothing to be happy about.

The sense of accomplishment needs to be compared.

"I feel that Zhenjun didn't perform well just now, so it's better to do it again."

Jin Peng Yaohuang suggested.

Zhenjun Jiuyue took a sip of tea and shook his head: "I haven't played a game for many years, and the demon emperor's chess strength has reached the peak, and this seat is not as good as it."

The Jinpeng Yaohuang never thought that after decades of painstakingly setting up a chess game, he would be so happy, it would be better to be unhappy.

He said anxiously: "What does Zhenjun think about my moon dew tea?"

"Very good."

True Monarch September is concise and to the point.

Jin Peng Yaohuang showed a confident smile on his face: "If the real king can break the mess set by the emperor, the remaining one or two tea leaves, the emperor will give it to the real king."

Jiuyue Zhenjun had a cold fairy face, but at this moment he nodded his head faster than anyone else.

"It's a word."

So Jinpeng Yaohuang once again put the endgame.

This time, Zhenjun Jiuyue didn't make any random moves, but after careful consideration, he made a move slowly.

Jinpeng Yaohuang's eyes lit up, and he suddenly felt that he had met a strong enemy.

This kind of evenly matched contest just made him most happy.

……

The big bosses at the top play chess and drink tea, while the younger brothers at the bottom fight to the death.

In front of the autumn wind mountain.

The two wolf-headed demon kings were drooling as they stared at the bloody food that was full of aura.

The realm of the demon king can already transform into a human body, but some monster races prefer their true nature, so even in the form of transformation, they will retain some of their own characteristics.

These two transformation methods are also divided into the original Beastmaster School and the Tonghui Demon Spirit School within the Yaozu.

For example, these two wolf-headed demon kings are obviously primitive.

"It's delicious food. Human monks have a special physique and are full of spiritual energy. It is suitable to supplement the blood energy of our monster race and purify our blood.

If we can devour millions of human races, we will one day become the Demon Emperor. "

The wolf-headed monster king bent down, and with a shake of his body, he transformed into two giant wolf monsters, one seven to eight feet long, one gray and one black, both of which were full of wildness.

Behind them, there are tens of thousands of demon wolves, all grinding their teeth.

Their eyes are full of tyrannical beastliness, as if they are about to slaughter them in the next moment, tearing everything to pieces.

"Little ones, follow the king!"

Pong!
The wolf's sharp claws cracked the air, and on the Qiufeng Mountain, a mask rose, flickering with flames. It was the classic third-order formation of the Xuanyang Sect, the Xuanyang Minghuo formation.

This formation gathers the two fires of heaven and earth, and uses spiritual energy as fuel, which can continuously burn, which is enough to resist the attack of the demon king level, and has the effect of rebounding the spiritual flame.

After seeing a claw fall.

Not only was there no injury in the big formation, but also bright yellow flames swayed down, and dozens of wolves in the pack of wolves turned into fireballs, causing even greater commotion.

However, for the dense pack of demon wolves, this little damage was nothing.

Behind the pack of monster wolves, there were countless monsters running to kill them, crossing the sides of Qiufeng Mountain, and rushing further away.

Viewed from above.

Qiufeng Mountain is like an isolated island, shining in the wave of monsters, it seems that it will go out at any time.

a few days later.

Half of the demon wolves were injured, and the two wolf-headed demon kings merged into one body at some point, and had two heads and four arms, but they lost one arm at some point, leaving only three arms.

The mountain guard array on Qiufeng Mountain is also in danger, and the light is flickering.

On the mountain.

County magistrate Yan was holding a broad-faced axe, and his body had soared to five meters. He really looked like a giant, but there was a bloodstain on his chest, and his breath was a little sluggish.

Just now he saw the wolf king attacking the big formation for several days, and his demon power was worn down. He wanted to capture the thief and the king, so he killed the wolf king on the spot to relieve the pressure on the defense, and made meritorious service by the way.

With his strength as an elite disciple of the Xuanyang Sect's inner sect, he thought it would not be difficult to achieve this.

Although he is in the early stage of Golden Core, but with the secret magic weapon in his hand, he is not afraid of ordinary real people in the middle stage of Golden Core.

Not to mention the wild wolf king who was born in a primitive way and didn't look like a noble blood.

He never thought that the two wolf kings would merge into one body at a critical moment, and their demon power would increase greatly, but he cut off an arm in a hurry, and he also got a claw.

If it weren't for his giant bloodline, rough skin and thick flesh, his heart might have been ripped out by a claw.

This is also the thrill of his level of physical training, the victory or defeat can be determined within a hair's breadth.

Unlike the orthodox Dharma Cultivator, the Imperial Envoy's Magical Treasure, if you are [-] meters away from a decisive victory, even if you escape for your life, you have to be several kilometers ahead.

"Lord Yan, this is not a crime of war. This two-headed wolf king has a special bloodline. We should die early and retreat."

As a representative of local forces, Li Liangyu stood beside Yan County Magistrate to make suggestions.

He has been in charge of the Li family for 20 years. He is no longer the youthful boy he was back then. Now he has a mustache and a mature and stable temperament.

Anyway, his son who was born a few years ago had already left with Miss Yulan and the others.

Now he seems to have a big family member, but he is actually a loner at all, and he doesn't panic at all.

Although the beast tide is strong, but he is a fake real person who wants to escape, as long as he is not unlucky enough to collide head-on with the demon king, it is not difficult to escape.

County magistrate Yan blushed slightly, but at this moment, his blood was surging, and no one paid attention.

It's not that Li Liangyu and the others didn't remind him to fight steadily, use the mountain protection formation to continue to consume the wolf king's strength, and wait for him to retreat automatically, so they can take advantage of the opportunity to recuperate.

After all, even if the wolf king is killed, there may be some monster kings such as tiger king and bear king attacking.

The reason why the beast tide is called the beast tide is that the monsters are like tides, wave after wave.

But he insisted on his own identity, despised his opponent, and felt that killing the demon king would show his merits, which led to the current situation.

Less than half a month after the start of the beast horde, he lost his spirit veins and fled, which was considered a small record.

"If that's the case, then..."

"Wait a minute, the demon king's aura is gone."

someone exclaimed.

County magistrate Yan looked closely, and saw a pack of wolves running wildly down the mountain, like headless chickens.

And the wolf king who was still fierce just now has disappeared.

"While he is sick, kill him!"

Li Liangyu yelled suddenly, holding a khaki spirit bead in his hand, the ground arched under his feet, and a giant khaki python flew up to the sky.

The spirit bead in his hand rotated, and the surrounding air was condensed with light spots, turning into sea urchin-like crystals.

"disease!"

Li Liangyu gave a low snort.

Hundreds of sea urchin crystals blasted down like cannonballs.

Without the leadership of the Demon King, a group of monsters whose highest level was no more than the second-order level had no power to fight back within his bombing range.

Fake real people are also real people.

Not to mention that he still has a family heirloom magic weapon in his hand, and the power of spiritual magic is not weaker than that of ordinary Jindan Daoist at this moment.

"kill!!"

A group of monks shouted and rose from mid-air, and the aura of magical weapons and spiritual weapons drew a beautiful arc in the air.

Who won't fight with the wind.

……

Underground karst caves below [-] meters.

There is a pool of blood dug out by hand, which has been filled with half a pool of blood at this moment, and a big bald man is standing in the pool of blood.

"Who plotted against this king?!"

The two-headed wolf king felt his world spinning, and his body suddenly sank.

He was standing still, when he saw a bald man standing in front of it, suddenly opened a pair of blood red eyes.

"Welcome to my domain, my friend."

Before the two-headed wolf king could speak in the future, he saw a gust of dark wind and black mist covering the sky.

The next moment, there were bursts of gnawing and howling of the wolf king in the fog.

Wait until the black mist dissipates.

Standing in front of the blood pool, the real man Wanshou watched the blood essence in the blood pool increase greatly, and was absorbed by the bald man little by little, and the aura of the bald man also increased little by little.

"Yu Xian, I found that I still underestimated you. How dare you take advantage of the beast tide? Once people know that you use the blood of monster beasts to practice magic arts, no matter whether it is a monster king or a human monk, they will all regard you as a thorn in their side. "

The bald man made a leisurely voice and said irresponsibly:
"Anyway, it will be the blood puppet and you who will die at that time. If it succeeds, I will have the strength to compete with Yuanying Zhenjun in the future. How do you choose between big profits and small losses?"

True Beast: "..."

As the only person who knew that Yu Xian was absorbing the aura of heaven, he vaguely knew that Yu Xian's current golden core supernatural power had reached the point of insanity.

The magic weapon he carried with him could lose his senses from time to time. Even if Zhenjun Yuanying stood in front of him, he might not be able to find the connection between him and the blood puppet.

The figures in the blood pool fell silent.

The massacre against the demon wolves above is still going on.

It's just that no one noticed for the time being that the blood of the monster wolf and the dead monk they killed fell into the ground and disappeared soon.

And there are quite a few blood pools like this in the entire Wangshu Mansion, waiting to be harvested by those who are destined. (end of this chapter)