Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Deep in the original demon sect.

When Wang Ba broke into the boundary membrane space, filled the Dao domain, and triggered the boundary membrane to backfire.

The figure of an old man who was completely covered in a sea of ​​blood suddenly realized something and slowly opened his eyes.

With a thought, his figure quietly appeared in the air, and then he looked up towards the sky to the south.

His sight seemed to penetrate tens of thousands of miles in an instant, and he saw the five figures surrounding the boundary membrane, as well as the faint aura leaking out from them.

When he saw the changes on the boundary membrane, he couldn't help but show a strange look on his face.

"Membrane Eye... Wanxiang Sect, what are you doing now?"

When his eyes swept over the white-clothed figure among the five people, a hint of astonishment flashed across his eyes.

"Is this his incarnation or his true body? How come he is already in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation?!"

His brows immediately furrowed.

A rare sense of urgency passed through my heart.

He immediately called out in a low voice:
"Apply!"

After the words fell, there was a brief delay before a figure quietly appeared behind the old man. He was covered in blood and his face was almost invisible. He bent slightly:

"Shenfu greets the Supreme Lord. What instructions does the Supreme Lord have?"

The old man didn't bother beating around the bush and asked directly:
"What's going on with the Wanxiang Sect?"

Shen Fu was slightly startled, and said quickly:
"I wonder what the Supreme Master is talking about?"

The old man pointed to the southern sky with a slightly annoyed voice:

"There, don't you see it?"

"I asked you to keep an eye on the movements of the Wanxiang Sect. Don't you care about it at all?"

"Do you still want to be the sect leader?"

Shen Fu lowered his head quickly and said in a deep voice:

"Shen Fu dare not neglect it. I just didn't know what the Supreme Master meant... We have also explored this place. They are heavily guarded and it is impossible for spies to get in..."

The old man's face suddenly turned gloomy and he was about to get angry.

But then Shen Fu said:

"Fortunately, I bribed a free cultivator from the Wanxiang Sect before, and I heard vaguely that the Wanxiang Sect seemed to be trying to hide from the world in order to avoid Zhenwu..."

"Escape from the world?"

The old man was startled for a moment, and hesitated a little. He frowned and said to himself:
"The path of cultivation values ​​competition. If this Xiaocang Realm is occupied by Zhenwu, will it still be able to accommodate cultivators? Wang Ba of the Wanxiang Sect should not be so short-sighted, right?"

Shen Fu, who was shrouded in blood, said in a deep voice:

"Even if he doesn't want to hide from the world, I'm afraid he can't. The progress of the Zhenwu Ancestor in recent years can be described as rapid, even unbelievable. The God of Longevity and the God of War of the Ten Thousand Gods have reached the realm of Divine Emperor, but he still fought against many people alone. If the Ten Thousand Gods had not stolen the Mirror Edge Continent and raised a large number of mortals, with a deep foundation and the ability to recover quickly, I'm afraid it would have been destroyed long ago."

"Although we are still resisting Zhenwu at sea, the decline is already apparent. We can't say when we will be wiped out. When Zhenwu comes to the east, even though Wanxiang Sect has some foundation, how can we resist him?"

The voice was solemn, and one could faintly hear Shen Fu's deep fear of the True Martial Way.

The old man shook his head slightly and told a secret:
“Most likely there is a Refining Void in the Wanxiang Sect. Even if he cannot go all out due to the restrictions of heaven and earth, it is almost impossible for the Zhenwu Ancestor to break through the Wanxiang Sect. At least, it is impossible before he enters the sixth level.”

"The Wanxiang Sect has Lianxu?!"

The blood light trembled slightly, revealing the shock in Shen Fu's heart.

"Heh, this is because the Wanxiang Sect let some clues slip when it was conquered by Yang Que from Huangji Continent. I can't say it's 100%, but there is at least an 80% chance that the Wanxiang Sect is hiding a Lianxu!"

"So what you said is unlikely. The Wanxiang Sect has been quiet for these years, but now it has come up with this. I'm afraid they have other intentions."

The old man sneered.

His eyes were still fixed on the south, and he thought quickly in his mind, while asking:
"By the way, let me ask you, is there still no one else in the True Martial Dao who can break through the limit of lifespan?"

Shen Fu suppressed his surprise, then shook his head slightly and said:

"If the information we collected is correct, among the True Warriors, except for the True Warrior Ancestor, the longest-lived one is still only 150 years old. These are basically extremely rare fifth-rank True Warriors..."

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly. "It's only been 150 years, but why can this Zhenwu Ancestor live until now? He must be more than 500 years old, right?"

"Almost. Almost six hundred."

Shen Fu nodded.

"but……"

He then seemed to have thought of something and whispered:
"Xiyin went to Huangjizhou in person before and found out some things. It is said that when Zhang Chao, the first generation of martial saint of Zhenwu Dao, was about 150 years old, he betrayed Wang Xu, the founder of Zhenwu Dao, for no reason. He hid his men and ambushed Wang Xu, but was killed on the spot by Wang Xu..."

The old man was not surprised at all, and casually pointed out the fundamental problem:

"I think his life span is coming to an end, and he is unwilling to live like this. He thinks Wang Xu is hiding something from him, so he simply rebels. Ha, human nature is like this. A little kindness will bring resentment, and the old saying is true."

Shen Fu nodded, and sighed as if he agreed with it:

"The Supreme One is indeed a man of great insight. He immediately saw the core problem. However, according to the few words left by Zhang Chao's former companions, Zhang Chao is certain that the founder of Zhenwu hid the real Zhenwu Sutra just to prevent other Zhenwu practitioners from shaking his position. That is why he only released the castrated version, enjoying immortality for himself while letting others pave the way for him."

"The real Zhenwu Sutra?"

The old man looked thoughtful.

Shen Fu took out a booklet made of ordinary paper at the right time and presented it to the old man.

"This is the latest edition of the Zhenwu Sutra released by Wang Xu, the founder of Zhenwu. This is the 75th edition he has revised."

The old man did not refuse. He took it and flipped through it casually, but soon paused slightly, his face became a little serious:
"Where is the version you presented to me last time?"

Shen Fu was stunned, and quickly rummaged through the storage device for a while and took out the other side of the "Zhenwu Sutra". However, as soon as this booklet was taken out, a puff of green smoke quickly floated up on the surface.

This is an inevitable situation for ordinary paper. It is fine when it is in the storage device, as if it is isolated from time and looks brand new. But once it is taken out, it will quickly fade and deteriorate, just like a person aging in a short period of time.

However, the old man just tapped it lightly, and the booklet stopped aging instantly.

His spiritual sense swept through, and soon a hint of surprise appeared in his eyes.

He asked quickly in a low voice:
“Which edition is this?”

Apply without hesitation:

"It's the sixty-eighth edition, collected about a hundred years ago."

"Tai Shang, is there any problem with these two versions?"

"A hundred years ago..."

A flash of shock flashed across the old man's eyes.

Then, as if he had figured something out, he shook his head and said in a deep voice:
"Have you seen the difference between the two versions?"

Shen Fu shook his head slightly: "I have seen it a few times before, but this kind of martial arts cannot be practiced, and it conflicts with our martial arts, so I didn't read it much."

"Then you have to take a closer look."

The old man shook his head and sighed:

"There are so many improvements. This latest edition of the Zhenwu Sutra and the 68th edition can almost be said to be two completely different exercises!"

"If it was originally a narrow path, it can now be considered a grand road, but it is incomplete."

"Do you know what this means?"

Without waiting for Shen Fu to reply, he said directly:
"Either, this Wang Xu is an extremely talented person who can make rapid progress in his understanding of the Great Dao in just a hundred years, and constantly bring forth new ideas."

"Or maybe Wang Xu is hiding a big secret!"

"Big secret?" Shen Fu was a little confused:

"Could it be related to his life span?"

But this time, the old man did not explain his doubts to him. He put away the two booklets with a bit of solemnity and said:
"Zhenwu, keep watching! If there is any change in Wang Xu, you must report it to me immediately!"

Shen Fu quickly responded, then hesitated and asked:

"What about the Wanxiang Sect?"

"Wanxiang Sect?"

The old man looked toward the dome in the south again, a hint of coldness flashed across his eyes:
"Wang Ba is a very meticulous person, and he has hidden plans thousands of miles away. I'm afraid you are no match for him. This time, I will personally monitor him!"

Shen Fu remained expressionless, bowed and walked away, then quickly disappeared.

Only the old man was left, looking into the distance, as if thinking about something.

……

In the membrane space.

An incense burner with three legs, two ears and nine holes on it flew out from Wang Ba's sleeve first, quickly enlarged, and rotated as it pressed downwards!

at the same time.

An antique compass, a yellow gourd and an old hoe followed closely and flew out quickly.

Then the Yuyang drum, which was obviously less damaged, jumped out and struck hard with the drumstick, instantly shaking the surrounding fog.

Five different voices also sounded in an alternating pattern.

"The membrane space looks like this. This is really an eye-opener!"

"Haha, Wuhe, you and Panji haven't left the sect for many years, but don't you think you have lost a lot of experience?"

"Jiu Kong and Wu He are not very knowledgeable, but I am different."

"Yes, yes, you are Pan Ji, you have harmonized many secret realms, and you are familiar with the changes of the boundary membrane, okay?"

"Heh... Yuyang, you two who are hoeing the fields, why are you two silent?"

"Why are you still making noise? Hurry up and help Wang Xiaoyou to define this space!"

"Yes, Pan Ji, since you are good at this, it's up to you."

"Oh, just wait and see!"

The five great ancestors were talking rapidly among themselves.

Wang Ba was too weak to bow, but he still said respectfully:
"Wang Ba thanks all the ancestors!"

"My dear boy, you can rest assured as long as I am here!"

The compass shook slightly, and the first one responded carelessly.

The kind voice of Master Wuhe was heard from the yellow gourd:
"Wang Ba, Pan Ji is best at reconciling secret realms, so you can rest assured to make the arrangements."

Luo Pan interrupted rudely:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense. Diggers, you go to the east, Yuyang, you go to the west, Jiukong, you go to the north, Wuhe, you go to the south."

"I'll provide support from the center. Young Wang, just keep on exploring!"

The four great ancestors all knew that Patriarch Pan Ji was good at this, and this was a critical moment, so even Yuyang was quite obedient. He immediately flew to four directions according to Patriarch Pan Ji's arrangements.

Patriarch Pan Ji was hanging around Wang Ba, with the pointer inside him spinning rapidly, as if he was calculating something.

With the efforts of the five great ancestors to suppress it, the space that was originally squeezed out by the boundary membrane and was about to collapse quickly stabilized.

Even if some places collapsed, the ice masters outside the membrane eye would take timely action to freeze them and delay the time. At the same time, the compass would be deployed in time and the five great ancestors would cooperate with each other.

In this way, the space was managed to maintain stability and prevent it from collapsing on a large scale.

Seeing this, Wang Ba did not hesitate and took a deep breath.

The next moment, a shadow of a giant golden-black elephant appeared on his body, roaring towards the sky and with fire on its four hooves!

“Yo——”

A sound like a cry.

Giant Moro elephants that were dozens of feet tall flew out one after another and formed a formation. Then they turned into a white feather belt, passed through Wang Ba's arms, and floated behind Wang Ba.

Floating like a fairy!

With the addition of this feather belt, Wang Ba's body suddenly rose taller again!
The Taoist robe suddenly became tight around his body.

It seems as if there is infinite blood, energy and power blessing!

This is the purpose of the 'Moroccan Elephant Taoist Soldier', which can bless the user with infinite blood, strength and defense.

One thousand five hundred feet, two thousand feet...

In a blink of an eye, it was four thousand feet high and still stretching upwards.

Wang Ba's body suddenly stopped at this moment!

"It can't be expanded any further! Once it's spread too far, it will become weak..."

There was a flash of alertness in his eyes.

At the same time, thousands of Dao domains finally flew out and filled the space opened up by Wang Ba.

Under Wang Ba's urging, it turned into a huge amount of mist, quickly filling the entire space.

Darkness replaced the original grayness.

Eyes cannot see, ears cannot hear.

Only spiritual consciousness can be used in it.

"The first step of opening the orifices is complete. The next step is to clear the turbidity!"

A trace of solemnity flashed across Wang Ba's eyes.

Even though he had practiced alone countless times, a rare sense of nervousness still arose in his heart at this moment.

The balance between clarity and turbidity is extremely important. If the opening is wrong, it will directly lead to the final failure of "opening the door".

Then all the hard work of more than three hundred years will be wasted.

Although the time it would take to do it again would be much shorter than the first time, he still dared not forget what Xuan Yuanzi had said in the past.

"There are only a hundred years left before the great catastrophe of five hundred years... We must leave a way out first!"

Wei Mousheng had already planned for failure. He and the Wanxiang Sect had come to this point, so they must not take any risks lightly.

The dojo is the only most suitable escape route he can choose.

Not only for him, but also for all the people around him that he cares about.

Taking another deep breath, he slowly condensed the 'Skyfall Knife' in his hand.

"The pure and turbid are born from the opening of the sky. The yang pure air rises to become the sky, and the yin turbid air descends to become the earth. This is the key to the opening of the Dao field."

With an idea in mind, he tightly grasped the "Heavenly Knife" and was about to open up.

But suddenly, the voice of Pan Ji Patriarch beside him was solemn, and he shouted in a low voice:
"careful!"

"Something outside the boundary is approaching quickly!" (End of this chapter)