Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Outside Jingyuan Island, above the clouds on the sea.

The old man in green robe, with his hands behind his back, was hiding above the sea of ​​clouds, watching the battle taking place on Jingyuan Island in amazement.

Beside him, stood a stern young man in black with his hands behind his back.

He lowered his head slightly, extremely respectful, and did not even look at what was happening on Jingyuan Island in the distance.

After a long while, until he saw the ancestor of Zhenwu transform into a blood sword and kill the Mother Goddess, the old man in green robe let out a long sigh of relief.

Then he couldn't help but applaud:
"As expected of a man of destiny, in just over 600 years, he has been able to single-handedly deduce the Way of True Martial Arts to the current realm... Looking at the Xiaocang world, who among today's generation can match him?"

However, just as he finished speaking, the figure of an ordinary-looking young monk suddenly jumped into his mind. The old man in green robe was originally quite interested, but suddenly he felt uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

He shook his head, as if to get rid of the figure from his mind. Then he looked at the Zhenwu ancestor, who was covered in blood and had a much weaker breath, and a look of interest appeared on his face.

Although the ancestor of Zhenwu killed the Mother Goddess of All Gods by himself, he was also seriously injured. If he wanted to seize the great opportunity from her, this was a rare chance.

However, when he saw the golden dragon pool beside the other party, a hint of fear flashed across the eyes of the old man in green robe.

"Ye Cangsheng..."

The old man in green robe then shifted his gaze slightly, looked at the stern young man in black beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Shen Fu, how is the matter I told you to do now?"

The stern young man in black looked respectful and replied in a deep voice:
"Reporting to the Supreme Lord, nearly half of the sect's blood sacrifice reserves have been activated, totaling 200 million mortal blood slaves...all of which have been refined into blood banners. The blood stains in them have been stored separately and can be used by the Supreme Lord for cultivation at any time."

Upon hearing this, the old man in green robe couldn't help but sigh slightly, revealing a touch of compassion:
"The way of blood is indeed against the harmony of nature. If I hadn't been forced to do so, I would not have the heart to destroy the accumulation of the sect over the years."

"But mortal blood slaves are still inferior after all. If they were all monk blood slaves..."

At this point, he suddenly looked at the stern young man in black and smiled:
"If you want to advance further in the Ten Directions True Demonic Scripture you are practicing, the difficulty will double, and it will be difficult for me to help you as I did before. If you switch to practicing the Blood Path, I can lend you a hand so that you can build a perfect Dao domain as soon as possible, and you may even have a chance to get a glimpse of the realm of refining emptiness."

The stern young man in black was stunned when he heard this, and then a look of surprise and hesitation appeared on his face:

"This... Supreme, do I still have a chance?"

"Yes, of course there is."

The old man in green robe laughed and said:
"Once this matter is settled, I will grant you the true way of the Blood Path!"

The stern young man in black could not hide his joy on his face and bowed:
"Shen Fu, I will do my best to help the Supreme ascend to the upper realm! I hope you will live forever!"

Seeing the joy on Shen Fu's face, the old man in green robe also revealed a kind and gentle smile.

But at this time, Shen Fu frowned slightly and said:

"But aren't there a lot of blood flags that are a bit wasteful? I've already sent people to investigate, and the formations around this city aren't that strong."

"It's better to be prepared, just in case there's another old guy hiding..."

The old man in green robe smiled casually:
"Since everything is ready, there is no need to stay here any longer, let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Shen Fu nodded thoughtfully.

The two of them then disappeared into the vast sea of ​​clouds.

……

The southern part of Jingyuanzhou.

The Grand Canyon has turned into a swamp.

The land on the south bank was devastated.

It was once a holy place for cultivation with the most spiritual energy in the nine continents. Now, countless spiritual veins have been interrupted by the aftermath of the battle between the True Warriors and the evil gods and cultivators of the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods, and a lot of spiritual energy has overflowed into the surrounding sea.

The temples that stood on the plateau have been reduced to ruins. The Taoist monks who used to pray have now been replaced by True Warriors, who stand in rows on the ruins. The True Warriors' black tortoise flags are fluttering in the wind, and their number is staggering.

At the front of this densely packed crowd of True Warriors, more than a dozen fifth-level True Warriors with declining auras were covered in blood, but they all bowed their heads with great respect and stood under an old man.

The old man's hair and beard were disheveled, and there was still blood on his beard.

He was casually wearing a cloak, and the hideous scar on his chest was faintly visible, slowly healing in the blood.

He didn't care about it at all, and just silently put down the scroll in his hand that was filled with names.

His eyes swept over the real warriors below who were silent but also full of joy and excitement.

The True Warriors' greatest rival to date has finally been destroyed. Even though they paid an equally heavy price to destroy these evil gods and evil cultivators, the survivors, despite their grief, could not hide their joy of victory.

This is human nature.

But at this moment, it was also something he could not tolerate.

In his mind, a series of lifeless faces flashed through his mind one by one, and finally, he stopped at the extremely angry face of the "King of the East", who had not even left his body not long ago.

His gaze instantly became like a cold dagger, stabbing at the several fifth-level true warriors below one by one.

He saw the fear and guilt beneath the forced calmness of these people, and saw the rotten hearts hidden beneath their high spirits...

Completely different from the weak and young faces behind him.

The old man couldn't help but close his eyes in sorrow, feeling mixed emotions at this moment.

"Is this path of letting mortals control their own destiny...right or wrong?"

"Teacher, I really can't tell the difference..."

He once firmly believed in hatred and pursued his goals without wavering, even at the cost of standing opposite his most respected teacher.

But when the goal finally gets closer to success, the shadow under the light of success becomes clearer and clearer.

He saw the ugliness and filth beneath success.

He was increasingly unable to suppress a sense of fear.

He is not afraid of death.

But he is afraid that the fruits of his and all the true warriors’ hard work and struggles for his entire lives will eventually be stolen!
If the world that the true warriors fought for with all their might could see the emergence of superiority and inferiority again, and the group of people riding on the heads of all living beings would reappear...

So what is the meaning of everything he has done over the years?
Confusion, weakness, bewilderment... countless emotions fill my heart.

But he is the ancestor of Zhenwu after all. He is a mortal who leads mortals to grow stronger step by step, and even sweeps across Huangji Continent and Jingyuan Continent to become the Martial Ancestor!
The moment he opened his eyes, he finally made up his mind and put away all the weakness and confusion in his heart. He once again became the decisive and murderous Martial Ancestor.

Looking around at the vast army of True Warriors below, as well as the dozen or so fifth-rank True Warriors, the old man slowly spoke:
"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods is dead!"

"Zhen Wu should be prosperous!"

"In this battle, the Northern King and the Southern King...both have made great contributions. We should congratulate them!"

"My fellow soldiers have made great contributions to our Zhenwu, so congratulations!"

"...I hope you all will prepare yourselves and fight hard, and do not slack off. Soon, the Zhenwu army will march to Zhongshengzhou and rescue all the enslaved mortals!"

"Also, all the comrades who sacrificed their lives will have tablets erected and will be enshrined in the Zhenwu Hall!"

After a brief silence.

A deafening shout rang out from the vast Zhenwu army:

"Zhen Wu should be prosperous!"

"Zhen Wu should be prosperous!"

The joy of a great victory, along with the shouts of the true warriors, soared into the sky!

After saying this, the old man took a deep look at the Zhenwu army, then walked down the platform and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Seeing the old man leave, Bei Wang and others below looked at each other quietly, breathed a sigh of relief, and then loosened their hands covered with cold sweat.

The blood and energy in his palms also quietly withdrew.

They had already made preparations. If there was any sign of something wrong just now, they would have joined forces directly... But fortunately, Martial Ancestor did not seem to find that the death of King Dong was strange.

But this is normal. After all, on the battlefield, magic has no eyes. Even a fifth-level true warrior will inevitably die if he is not careful.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

I’m glad that Wu Zu didn’t find out, and I’m also glad that I don’t have to really go that far.

"After all, that's the Martial Ancestor. Even if he has that person's help, who can really be sure to defeat him?"

King Bei looked at the direction where the figure disappeared and thought so in his heart.

……

"You, you are the Yin God?!"

The former Daoshengzhou is now an island square.

The statue of the Mother Goddess seemed to come alive, looking down in amazement at the little monk who was bowing to her with his hands clasped together.

She was about six or seven years old, with red lips, white teeth, a lively gaze, and an auspicious red mole between her eyebrows, which made her look extraordinarily handsome.

It should have nothing to do with the Yin God, but he still recognized the similarity in their faces at once and couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

The little monk smiled and praised politely:
"Tan Yue has good eyesight and recognized it at the first sight."

"But I am not a Yin spirit. You can call me 'Kong Chanzi'."

Then he reacted, touched his smooth head and said to himself:

"Oh no, Tan Yue doesn't seem to have eyes..."

He immediately clasped his hands together and apologized to the Mother Goddess:
"I am guilty of my words. I am guilty of my words." "Why are you here?"

The Mother Goddess didn't care about Kong Chanzi's teasing at all, and asked in great surprise.

After noticing Kong Chanzi's actions, he was instantly shocked and angry:
"W-what are you doing?!"

After apologizing, Kong Chanzi skillfully used a small golden shovel to dig at the bottom of the statue of the Mother Goddess. Upon hearing this, he immediately raised his head and smiled shyly at the Mother Goddess:

"Haha, it's okay, don't panic. I just got this Vajra Shovel and am trying it out. Don't worry, I will never damage the shovel."

The Mother Goddess was suddenly shocked!
He is now reborn, and his status has returned to its most primitive state, that is, the fourth-level divine seed state, which is at most similar to the level of a Nascent Soul cultivator. He no longer has the almost absolute calmness of a Divine Emperor, and his emotional fluctuations are no different from those of ordinary people.

At this moment, upon hearing the words of Kong Chanzi, who seemed to be closely related to the Yin God, he was immediately shocked and angry, and said in a hurry:
"What on earth are you going to do?"

The statue of the deity is an important channel for him to obtain the power of incense and worship. Kong Chanzi's action simply hit his sore spot.

But He finally reacted, and His umbilical cord danced wildly, showing His shock:

"You are not a Yin God. The Yin God's aura is different from yours. Who are you?!"

"Where is the Yin God?!"

Upon hearing this, Kong Chanzi also stopped what he was doing, and looked at the Mother Goddess with a smile, as if a Buddha light was shining on his body:

"The donor is obsessed with appearances. Does it matter whether I am a ghost or not? Why not ask, who is the donor?"

The Mother Goddess was startled:
"Who am I? I... I am naturally the Mother Goddess!"

Kong Chanzi shook his head and said seriously:
"Mother Goddess is just a name, but it is not you."

The Mother Goddess was slightly angry:
"He is me!"

Kong Chanzi still shook his head:
"Mother Goddess is the name you were born with, but are you just a name?"

He then pointed to the small shovel in his hand:

"If I call it Da Huang, does that mean it is a dog?"

The umbilical cord around the placenta swung slowly and vaguely. The Mother Goddess stared blankly at the golden shovel in Kong Chanzi's hand and said in confusion for the first time:

"No, it's not. It's a shovel."

Kong Chanzi immediately showed a look of relief:

"Yes, it is a shovel, not any name I have given it. Mother Goddess is the name given to you by heaven and earth, but it is not you. So, I want to ask, who are you?"

This time, the Mother Goddess was stunned for a long time, and her umbilical cord eyes looked at herself for a long time, and finally replied uncertainly:
"I...I am the placenta?"

"Wonderful! The donor has realized it!"

"Tanyue is indeed a destined person!"

Kong Chanzi clapped his hands in praise, his tone full of joy.

Hearing Kong Chanzi's voice, the Mother Goddess couldn't help but feel a little happy.

However, the moment this emotion arose, his consciousness suddenly shook, as if something had been triggered. He regained consciousness instantly and became furious:
"You used bewitching methods on me?!"

Kong Chanzi frowned when he heard this:

"Listen to what you are saying, what a trick! I am a monk, monks don't even lie, how could I do such a thing!"

"We are talking about Buddhism. Do you understand Buddhism?"

The Mother Goddess was furious and pulled out the umbilical cord from her body. At the same time, countless incense powers were quickly refined in the placenta.

The aura quickly broke through from the fourth-class god species to the third-class god species. In just a blink of an eye, it had reached the level of a second-class god.

A second-class god is already comparable to a cultivator in the early stage of transformation.

Kong Chanzi's expression suddenly changed, and he ran away holding the golden shovel, while at the same time he turned back and shouted:

"You're fucking serious!"

Then he quickly woke up, raised his palms in front of him, and repeatedly reflected on himself:

"What a sin! I was so angry that I lost my temper!"

However, how could the enraged Mother Goddess forgive him? The umbilical cords suddenly swelled and hit Kong Chanzi's body.

Bang bang bang!
Golden light suddenly burst out from Kong Chanzi's body. Although he was not broken, he still made him scream:
"Old Mother Throwing Thunder!"

"Fuck your ancestors!"

"I'm gonna hit you in the lungs!"

Although the Mother Goddess did not understand anything at all, it did not prevent Her from sensing the greeting in Kong Chanzi's tone. She quickly refined the massive amount of incense power stored in her body, and then she actually flew up and chased after Kong Chanzi and started beating him up.

As the creator of the evil god, his speed in refining the power of incense far exceeded that of other evil gods. Now he no longer needed to share the power with other evil gods, as all the power was used to nourish himself. In the blink of an eye, he had already entered the first-class godhood!
A first-class god, already close to being a mid-stage God Transformation cultivator.

But the key is that His breath is still surging.

Realizing the sudden increase in the Mother Goddess's strength, Kong Chanzi could no longer utter any curses and waved his monk robe in panic.

The next moment, a giant elephant with golden patterns on its black body and dark purple flames on its four hooves flew out.

Countless umbilical cords were instantly attached to the giant elephant.

An elephant cry like a cry of pain.

The elephant's trunk directly wrapped around Kong Chanzi, then turned around and ran north!
"Slow down, slow down, my waist is about to break!"

Kong Chanzi shouted in panic.

The Mother Goddess chased after him without hesitation.

However, Xiang Sijiu's speed was so fast that the Mother Goddess was quite surprised, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

Seeing this scene, Kong Chanzi suddenly came back to life, turned over and sat on Xiang Sijiu's back, proudly holding his palms in front of him:

"The donor and I have a connection, why don't we compete with each other? If I can't catch up, you can come under my seat and listen to my instructions, how about that?"

The Mother Goddess suddenly stopped.

The huge placenta was suspended in mid-air.

Kong Chanzi was stunned and puzzled, but the next moment, he saw the Mother Goddess's aura surge again!

In just a short period of time, he broke into the God Lord level!
This time, the Mother Goddess's aura finally stopped rising rapidly.

Under Kong Chanzi's astonished gaze, the umbilical cord on the huge placenta pushed suddenly like the tentacle of a squid in the sea, and then shot towards Kong Chanzi!
Kong Chanzi suddenly felt scared to death and dared not talk nonsense again.

Slapping Xiang Sijiu's butt like crazy:

"Quick! Run!"

However, in just a few breaths, the Mother Goddess quickly caught up.

Directly keep pace with Xiang Sijiu.

At the same time, many umbilical cords on the body bent slightly, staring at Kong Chanzi like poisonous snakes.

Kong Chanzi's hair stood on end, and he quickly forced a smile:
"Misunderstanding, ahem, it's really a misunderstanding. By the way, I have something else to do here, so I'll go first. If you have something to do, please do as you please. There's no need to follow me."

The huge placenta showed no mercy, and the umbilical cords shot towards Kong Chanzi like arrows without hesitation!
"Again?!"

At this critical moment of life and death, Kong Chanzi dared not hesitate at all. He directly clasped his hands together and shouted:
"Main body, save me!"

"No one can save you!"

In the huge placenta, the voice of the Mother Goddess was filled with extreme rage.

However, in the next moment, he felt an unimaginable huge force coming upon his body, and the divine domain that he had stretched out was forcibly pressed back in an instant!
In His shocking emotions.

He instantly lost all perception of his surroundings. After a dizzying moment, when he regained his senses, he saw at a glance a huge shadow of Buddha sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed at the end of the sky.

In front of the Buddha's shadow, he seemed like an ant. At this moment, he felt a sense of insignificance for the first time.

"Where is this place..."

"I told you not to come over here, but you didn't believe me."

"It's all for your own good, why are you just... Alas!"

Not far away, Kong Chanzi, who was sitting cross-legged on the back of Xiang Sijiu, flew over slowly, shook his head and sighed, spreading his hands:
"That's good. I can't help you anymore!"

"Aren't you asking where the Yin God is?"

"Here it is."

He pointed at the shadow of Buddha.

The Mother Goddess was startled.

In His puzzled and gradually shocked gaze.

The shadow of Buddha sitting high in the sky finally slowly opened his eyes.

It is like the Buddha in the sky casting a ray of concern on the ants on the ground.

At the same time, a familiar indifferent voice slowly sounded:
"Fellow Daoist Mother Goddess, how are you?" (End of this chapter)