Longevity, starting from raising chickens

A chaotic sword!

The sky and the earth are dark!

In the eyes of the numerous cultivators in Banqiao City, the thirty or so fourth-order Zhenwu warriors who flew here first, and the vast Zhenwu army only a few miles away from Banqiao City, it seemed as if the sky had become smaller under this knife!

Of course the sky cannot become smaller, so there is only one possibility.

"so big!"

“What a big knife!”

This description is extremely empty and vulgar, but at this moment it is the only most intuitive feeling in the hearts of all cultivators and true warriors!
The tattooed man's face turned pale with horror as he saw the direction where the knife fell!
He was gifted with extraordinary talent. In less than a hundred years, he had reached a realm that countless peerless monks might not be able to reach even after thousands of years.

But fortune and misfortune are interdependent. Although he made rapid progress, his foundation was shallow. When he saw this knife, he could not see any mystery. He only felt that his blood was trembling under this knife, and his mind was almost lost!

In fear, he forgot to dodge for a moment and just stood there.

Even a fifth-level True Warrior like him was shaken and could hardly control himself, not to mention those True Warriors who were at much lower levels. They were all stunned and looked up, at a loss, and felt as if the sky was falling!
Fortunately, not only them, but even the surrounding monks were also completely frightened by the sword and completely forgot to fight back against the True Warriors.

In Banqiao City, only Chi Jian's eyes had a different color.

Unlike everyone else, this Chaos Sword was clearly colorful in his eyes!

It is also more shocking!
"The five elements can actually blend so perfectly?"

"This is completely different from the clear distinction between my Eight Phase Swords!"

"Wind and thunder are also added in, spirit, soul, qi and blood... Could this be the way of yin and yang?"

"What are these textures that are integrated into it? They seem to be incomplete..."

"The starlight is everywhere..."

"How did this come to be so perfect and just right?"

An extremely rare and incredible emotion flashed through Chi Jian's heart!

But for some reason, while he was amazed and shocked, he also had an inexplicable feeling of familiarity.

But in such a split second, he had no time to think carefully.

When Lu Yu, who was beside Chi Jian, saw this knife, his eyes first flashed with confusion, but then he realized something, and suddenly a rare look of joy and relief appeared on his face, and he said in surprise:
"It's the deputy sect leader!"

"Who?"

Chi Jian's mind was completely immersed in the ultimate mystery of this sword. When he heard Lu Yu's words, he finally woke up and turned his head to ask.

"It's the deputy sect leader! Deputy Sect Leader Wang! I didn't expect him to come in person!"

Lu Yu said happily.

"The deputy leader... the king... could it be..."

Chi Jian was startled, and suddenly he remembered the disciple of Wanxiang Sect that he met in Beihaizhou more than a hundred years ago...

"It's him?!"

He suddenly turned his head and looked.

This chaotic blade light fell silently not far in front of him.

Time seems to slow down quietly.

He stared blankly at the knife passing in front of him, and could even see subtle changes in the flow of the knife's light.

Feel the strong squeezing sensation caused by the blade sucking out the air.

Some cultivators and true warriors who were close to it flew towards the sword light uncontrollably.

Wow!
This moment.

The flow of time returned to normal.

These changes may sound complicated, but they only happen in the blink of an eye.

The tattooed man who was locked in the sword's light finally woke up from his shock!
Looking at the knife coming towards him, his eyes were filled with unprecedented fear!
The blood surged like a tsunami, exploding from his eyes, ears, nose, and every pore on his body!

In an instant it turned into a bloody skeleton, completely covering him.

But that’s all.

The tattooed man was about to move, but was horrified to find that his body, at this moment, seemed not to belong to him at all, and he stood still!
At this moment, his heart seemed to be seized by fear!
“No… No! I…”

call out!
In his horrified and astonished eyes, the blade fell with a loud bang, but silently hung in front of his forehead!

The blade pierced through his bloody bones, revealing the flesh underneath...

There was a brief pause, and then the blade light shifted slightly.

next moment.

boom! ! !
The huge and deafening sound almost made the tattooed man deaf for a moment!
He turned his head stiffly.

Outside Banqiao City.

A narrow, straight abyss that was more than a mile wide and unfathomable, and a cloud of dust slowly rose up.

It stands in front of all the armies of true warriors.

Like a long and narrow mouth, it wants to swallow all the invading enemies.

this moment.

No matter whether it was the cultivators and those fourth-level True Warriors in Banqiao City, or the vast army of True Warriors outside the city... they were all as silent as death!

The tattooed man felt cold all over, and looked towards the unfathomable abyss with fear in his eyes.

"Who is it? There is actually such a person among the cultivators of Huangji Continent? Why didn't he kill me?"

"This knife is clearly..."

The knife had just been hanging over his head. He had no doubt that if the knife really fell on him, even if his body was extremely strong, his body would be torn into pieces and he would be killed in one blow!
However, the knife was clearly aimed at him, but for some reason, it avoided him at the last moment.

At this moment, it's not just him.

In the sky, in the huge Dragon Transformation Pond, a consciousness also quickly noticed the changes here, but it felt it more clearly than anyone else, full of surprise and fear:

"It's the deputy leader of the Wanxiang Sect of Fenglinzhou... Why is he here?"

"Could it be that the Wanxiang Sect also has some plans for Huangji Continent?"

In the past, Yang Que conquered the Original Demon Sect, but was defeated in the first battle against the Wanxiang Sect. Thousands of Yuanying cultivators were killed in one day. Not only was Yang Que scared and fled in a panic, but even 'it' was also extremely afraid.

It was not just because Yang Que was captured in an instant, but also because the strength of the Wanxiang Sect was exposed in this battle.

“Lianxu… The Wanxiang Sect hid so deeply that even the destruction of heaven and earth failed to scare Lianxu out. Their plan must be very big. This time they came to Huangji Continent not casually… Guan Ao…”

This consciousness hesitated for a moment, and then finally made a decision.

And at the same time.

Inside and outside Banqiao City.

In the admiration of Chi Jian, Lu Yu, the Tattooed Martial Saint, and all the cultivators and true warriors.

A figure in a green robe walked towards them from the horizon as if strolling in a garden.

It seemed leisurely, but after only seven steps, he had already landed in Banqiao City.

There seemed to be a cloud surrounding him, and his aura was hidden in it, without leaking out at all.

There is only one pair of eyes, as bright as stars.

Unless one is extremely familiar with him or is at a high level, one would never know his identity.

The tattooed man also came back to his senses from his fear, and looked around at the vast army of True Warriors outside the city, and the Dragon Pond in the sky, especially the latter. He immediately made up his mind, and then said sternly:
"who are you?"

"How dare you stop me from saving all living beings!"

However, what made him furious was that the green-robed figure showed no sign of paying any attention to his question, and looked directly at the remnant of the Eighth Prince of Daqian. Although he could not see his expression, he could still hear a hint of light joy in his voice:

"It has been over a hundred years since we last met in the North Sea. I miss you so much. Senior Chijian, I wonder if you are doing well?"

The voice was calm and not too loud.

But in this dead silence, it was like thunder.

Everyone couldn't help but look at Chi Jian.

Under the gaze of everyone, Chi Jian, who heard the voice of the man in green robe, suddenly had an extremely complicated expression.

Although combined with the mystery contained in the knife, he had already guessed the identity of the person.

But when the other party came in person, the shock he brought was still enough to make him almost unable to control himself.

More than a hundred years is not a long time for a Nascent Soul cultivator. However, he still remembered that when they parted, this boy was clearly at the Golden Core Perfection stage. But now...

"Yes, yes. It's only been a hundred years. Have you...have you already taken that step?"

Chi Jian didn't bother to exchange pleasantries and couldn't help but ask.

The man in green robe smiled calmly:
"Senior, are you talking about the transformation into a god? Haha, it's still too early."

Hearing the words of the man in green robe, Chi Jian was even more shocked.

The sword strike just now had already exceeded his imagination, but it had not yet reached the level of Divine Transformation… If it had reached the level of Divine Transformation, how extraordinary would it be?

And if his Eight Phase Sword could also achieve this, how wonderful it would be?

When he thought of this, he even forgot that he was in a desperate situation just now. He couldn't help but yearn for it and sighed:
"Your abilities have increased too fast. It's only been a hundred years. Don't call me senior. I feel embarrassed. The capable ones come first. Don't worry about Xumi. We are equals..."

As they were talking. "You coward! How dare you underestimate me like that!"

The tattooed man was so furious at being ignored that he couldn't help but shout!
The tattoos on his face turned bright red and distorted due to congestion.

He clasped his hands together and instantly attracted two mixed iron spears from the army of True Warriors outside Daoyuan in the distance. He raised his hand and grabbed one. His muscles swelled, blood surged, and then he threw it with all his might, directly at the man in green robe!

hum-

The mixed iron spear pierced through the air at a high speed, and the sound of the explosion was so sharp that the monks who were close to it in the city had blood spurting out of their ears!

Some low-level monks even had their bodies exploded into a ball of blood mist!
The screams kept coming and going!

The distance between the two men was already very short, and the tattooed man was using all his strength.

Chi Jian was the first to react. He formed his fingers into a sword and slashed out a sword beam in an attempt to block it, but he was still a beat too late. He could only watch as the almost invisible iron spear pierced through the body of the man in green robe!

Then the green-robed man's body exploded instantly, and blood and flesh filled the air!
"Wang Ba!"

"Deputy Sect Leader!"

Chi Jian and Lu Yu's expressions suddenly changed!
The monks in Banqiao City also changed their expressions.

The tattooed man was shocked to see how easily he succeeded, but then he couldn't help but raised his head and laughed:
"I was wondering what he was like, but it turns out he is just a silver-plated spear head! How dare you act so arrogantly in front of me!"

"You deserve to die by my gun!"

But in the next moment, he suddenly raised his head with horror.

A familiar green-robed figure was now looking down at him, with a hint of pity in his eyes, and he shook his head slightly.

Such a look instantly angered the tattooed man.

"You bastard! You're looking for death!"

He angrily pulled out another big gun beside him, the muscles in his arm swelled instantly, his blood flowed like magma, and bloody steam bulged out of his pores!
Then, with lightning speed, he threw it towards the man in green robe!
Bang!
The man in green robe exploded again, blood and flesh splattered everywhere.

The tattooed man couldn't help but smile.

However, just the next moment, a figure in a green robe gathered behind him again. He didn't say a word, but his look of pity was as before, full of silent weirdness.

Feeling the disregard in the gaze, the tattooed man finally went completely crazy, and with a blood-red spear in his hand, he thrust forward and stabbed...

at the same time.

Seeing the Martial Saint stabbing left and right in the air as if there was no one around, crying and laughing, shouting and yelling like a madman, all the cultivators and true warriors in and around Banqiao City could not help but feel horrified.

And looking at the green-robed man standing next to Chi Jian, who did not move at all but nonchalantly raised his hand to casually deflect the Martial Saint's full-strength shot, no one dared to move at all!
In the world of cultivation, absolute fools are even rarer than supreme geniuses.

Obviously, none of the people present were fools. How could they not see that the Martial Saint was acting abnormally? This happened after he attacked the man in green robe.

Even a dignified fifth-rank true warrior, a martial saint who feared the entire Huangji Continent, met such a fate without a sound. Who here would dare to offend him?
The monks wanted to get closer, but were afraid of its power.

The fourth-level true warriors have already retreated carefully.

The man in green robe didn't care about the actions of the monks or true warriors around him, and he didn't seem to care about the attack from the Martial Saint at all.

Looking at Chi Jian, he smiled and said:

"Then I will call my fellow Daoist... I wonder what plans Fellow Daoist Chi Jian has next?"

"Intend?"

Upon hearing this, Chi Jian couldn't help but suppress his shock.

Although he didn't know why Wang Ba held back when he had many opportunities to kill the Martial Saint, he was the one who defeated the man, so he couldn't interfere, so he frowned and thought about it.

He was originally forced to ask for help from the Wanxiang Sect because his descendants were in danger. Now that Wang Ba, the reinforcement, has arrived, he doesn't know what to do. After all, he is solely focused on the way of the sword and knows nothing about other things.

But he reacted quickly and looked at Wang Ba with his eyes brightened:
"You must have a plan, right?"

Wang Ba had experienced Chi Jian's coarse words more than a hundred years ago and knew that he was like that, so he didn't care. He had also anticipated Chi Jian's reaction, so he smiled and expressed his thoughts:

"Fellow Daoist Chijian has entered the Dao with swords, integrated hundreds of schools, and formed his own style. He can now establish a sect. My Wanxiang Sect has always been tolerant and inclusive, accommodating talents from all over the world. If Daoist Chijian does not mind that my Wanxiang Sect is small, why not come to my Wanxiang Sect and open up a separate peak to allow Daoist Chijian to realize the Dao, practice, and pass on what he has learned."

"Go to Wanxiang Sect?"

Chi Jian was stunned for a moment, but then his heart couldn't help but beat fast!

There is Wang Ba who is proficient in many fields, and there is Xumi who has mastered the divine sword... These two people alone are enough to make him excited.

The Wanxiang Sect is very powerful, and he has heard about Yang Que's previous disastrous defeat. If the descendants of the Ye family can get the protection of such a powerful sect, they don't have to worry every day like they do in Huangji Continent. It can also be a rare and safe place to go.

At that moment, he showed a rare embarrassed look:

"Is this... possible?"

Wang Ba smiled slightly: "Success or failure depends entirely on your thoughts."

Hearing this, Chi Jian was about to speak.

But Wang Ba suddenly turned his head slightly and looked towards the Martial Saint, with a strange look in his eyes:
"The way of Zhenwu does have some merits. I was able to break free..."

Chi Jian couldn't help but look over, and sure enough, he saw the Martial Saint standing in mid-air, breathing heavily, looking exhausted, but his eyes had regained clarity.

However, Chi Jian still couldn't help but look strange.

A fifth-order True Warrior, although not as good as a Divine Transformation cultivator, is still a fifth-order cultivator after all. A fifth-order existence was bewitched by the Nascent Soul for a long time and finally broke free from the illusion, but was praised by this Nascent Soul. This is weird no matter how you look at it.

But when he thought about the meaning behind Wang Ba's previous blow, he felt that it was absolutely perfect.

The Martial Saint, who had regained consciousness, suddenly clenched the blood-red spear in his hand and stared at Wang Ba. Anger, fear, suspicion... all kinds of emotions finally turned into a hint of ferocity:
"We are begging for the lives of all living beings!"

"Zhenwu must not be deceived!"

"kill!"

Holding a big spear in his hand, he boldly rushed towards Wang Ba again!

The blood is like a tiger, roaring and rising.

At the same time he shouted:
"Master Hualong, help me!"

However, when he was about to rush to Wang Ba, the expected increase in power from the Dragon Pool and the weakening of Wang Ba did not happen at all.

"what happened?!"

For the first time, a trace of panic flashed across the Martial Saint's eyes!
He suddenly stopped where he was, staring at Wang Ba, and shouted again:
"Master, help me!"

However, after the voice fell, the golden light from the Dragon Transformation Pool that had been cast in the past was now silent.

At this moment, the Martial Saint finally lost his confidence and immediately turned around and retreated in panic!

However, Wang Ba, who had been watching this farce calmly, finally spoke coldly:
"You have challenged me many times, but for the sake of the person who taught you Zhenwu, I have held back many times... Do you really think I have no temper?"

The Martial Saint's whole body trembled, his blood and energy burst out, and he quickly accelerated to escape.

However, he relied purely on brute force, and in the eyes of someone as proficient in feng shui as Wang Ba, his speed was more than just like a turtle's crawling.

In a flash, he had already arrived first and blocked the retreating Martial Saint!
But the Martial Saint is a Martial Saint after all. When he was forced into a desperate situation, he finally summoned up his courage, roared, and all the energy and blood in his body surged like waves, flowing into the spear in his hand. He used a mortal move called "Splitting Mount Hua with Force" to slash at Wang Ba!

Wang Ba remained calm, raised his hand and made a nine-colored giant handprint, which directly hit the Martial Saint.

Bang!
All of a sudden, all of the Martial Saint's bones and muscles exploded, and there were sounds of them breaking!
"what!"

The Martial Saint suddenly opened his mouth in pain, blood gushing out.

Wang Ba did not stop at all, and slapped the Martial Saint's head again!
However, this moment was about to be photographed.

An old figure flashed by like lightning and stood in front of the Martial Saint.

Seeing this figure, Wu Sheng was startled at first, and then he suddenly showed a touch of ecstasy:
"Master!?"

"Why are you here?"

The fourth-level true warriors who were fleeing in a hurry over the sky above Banqiao City couldn't help but be overjoyed when they saw this figure!

"It's Wu Zu! Wu Zu is here!"

"We are saved!"

For all true warriors, the figure before them is an absolute god!
It is their ultimate belief!

As long as he is there, we will be invincible and unstoppable!

midair.

Wang Ba's hand suddenly stopped.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the figure that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The man had messy gray hair and beard, and was wearing a simple robe, looking a bit sloppy.

But his face was firm and tough, and his eyes were like a stone that had gone through the test of countless years. It was indestructible, yet had a sense of fierceness and vigor.

His body is well-defined and full of strength.

Like a ferocious lion, it retracts its sharp claws and fangs, but still gives people a sense of danger that makes their hair tremble.

The two looked at each other instinctively.

In the void, there was a faint burst of fire.

The next moment, in the astonished eyes of the Martial Saint, in the incredulous eyes of Chi Jian and Lu Yu, in the incredulous eyes of all the cultivators and true warriors.

The old man slowly bowed his head and said respectfully:

"Teacher, long time no see." (End of this chapter)