Longevity, starting from raising chickens

"Zheng!"

The clear sound of the sword suddenly resounded throughout the sky.

The sword light flew out from Qian Baimao's body and pierced straight into the heart of the withered old man!

This scene not only shocked the skinny old man and the middle-aged man surnamed Yuan, but also Qian Baimao himself, who looked astonished.

But the withered old man was too close, and there was no way he could avoid the sword.

However, this old man is indeed one of the most powerful figures among the real warriors. Facing this sudden sword attack, he did not even think about it. The blood in his body almost instinctively turned into a blood-colored armor, blocking his chest!

But his expression soon changed suddenly!
The sword light was so condensed that it easily broke through the blood-colored armor and pierced straight into the heart!

The moment the sword light touched the heart, a sound like the collision of gold and jade was heard.

The withered old man's face turned red instantly, his chest pushed forward, and bloody steam roared above his head.

After the sword pierced into the thin layer of flesh in front of the chest, it made a sharp and unpleasant creaking sound and could no longer move forward an inch.

He actually blocked the sword light outside the bones.

At the same time, a voice of admiration with regret came from afar:
"This kind of body is really rare in the world!"

Hearing this voice, Qian Baimao showed a look of surprise:
"It's Elder Xumi!"

wow——

A stream of sword energy came from afar in an instant and appeared in front of him. A figure walked out of the stream of light. He was thin and straight, standing like a sword, with a handsome and cold face. Who else could it be but Xumi?

Seeing Xumi, the withered old man was shocked and suddenly shouted angrily. Blood-colored steam burst out again, blasting the sword light away!
His figure then quickly flew backwards and stood together with the large number of True Warriors who had gathered there.

At the same time, the figures of cultivators from all directions quickly approached and surrounded these true warriors. They formed seals quickly and a formation suddenly emerged!
All the True Warriors looked at each other in horror, and were unable to organize a counterattack in the first place. They all looked at the surrounding monks in surprise and suspicion, and were on full alert.

The fifth-level true warriors who were leading the group were even more shocked:
"They are all strangers... Where do so many gods come from?!"

Among these people who surrounded them, there were more than ten Divine Transformation cultivators!
Those who are slightly worse are at least at the Nascent Soul level.

Their appearance and dress are also completely different from those of the natives of Zhongshengzhou.

But this is not the point. The point is that a Divine Transformation cultivator is enough to match three or five True Warriors of the same level.

With this calculation, their advantages immediately disappeared, and they were even at a considerable disadvantage.

After all, although they are all fifth-level true warriors, there are only seventeen or eighteen of them here.

Someone in the crowd said in a serious tone:
"Something's wrong! How come they seemed to have known we were coming?!"

"But Master Hualong broke the formation not long ago, and we just acted on impulse. Even the first- and second-level True Warriors in the camp didn't know about it. How did they know?"

"Is there a traitor among us?!"

People suddenly became panic-stricken.

At the same time, a figure quietly landed beside Qian Baimao, and a gentle voice sounded in his ear:

"White Hair, you're not hurt, right?"

Qian Baimao turned around quickly and was overjoyed:

"metropolitan!"

He immediately reacted:
"I'm fine... Sect Master, could it be that they are all..."

Zhao Feng nodded slightly, with a hint of apology on his face:
"I'm sorry to have to do this to attract them."

"But if you knew it, it wouldn't have this effect."

Qian Baimao felt mixed emotions for a moment when he heard this.

He had not thought about it in this direction at first, but now all the gods of the three sects and one family have gathered here, and they have obviously been waiting here for a long time. If he still can't see the real purpose of the sect master arranging him to go to the front line, then he has been in Huangji Continent for so many years in vain.

"So, the sect master intends to take advantage of this opportunity to capture all the high-level True Warriors in one fell swoop."

"No wonder they sent me to the front line. The purpose was to investigate the situation and attract the real warriors."

Thinking of the sword light that Elder Xumi had secretly cast on him, Qian Baimao did not feel particularly aggrieved.

Mainly because he is used to doing this kind of thing.

If he didn't have such ability, with so many Nascent Souls in the three sects and one family, why did the sect leaders look at him differently and generously supply him with all kinds of cultivation materials?

"I'm afraid there will be a big battle here later. You should go down and take a rest first. Although you are already a Nascent Soul cultivator, fighting is not what you are good at."

Zhao Feng gave the order quickly.

As he spoke, he also moved away from here, watching the situation from afar and adjusting his arrangements at any time.

Although he is a sword cultivator and should be fighting on the battlefield, he is now the leader of a sect and the main person in charge of the three sects and one family's action to stop the true warriors. Dispatching all the cultivators and completing the goal is the top priority.

Which one is light and which one is heavy, he can tell clearly.

Just as he landed, a figure in white who seemed to have just finished his work quickly landed not far from Zhao Feng. Looking at the True Warriors surrounded by the cultivators, he couldn't help but show a strange look in his eyes:

"It's just as Sect Master Zhao said, these true warriors are really here!"

Zhao Feng was neither sad nor happy, he said calmly:

"Palace Master Qin, don't be careless. Although their number of fifth-level true warriors is not large, once they use the Dragon Transformation Pool to suppress us, we may not be able to defeat them."

"Hualong Pond..."

A hint of fierceness flashed across Qin Lingxiao's eyes.

The frequent battles with the True Warriors over the past thirty years have made her, who was originally cold and aloof, more murderous:
"Although the Dragon Transformation Pool is powerful... this is Zhongshengzhou! Zhongshengzhou is not without means of defense!"

Zhao Feng nodded slightly and quickly arranged the next matters:
"The two old palace masters of your palace are much stronger than us. We will form a formation and try our best to block them later. At the same time, we will guard against the other means of the Dragon Pool and the True Warriors, including that Martial Ancestor. The two old palace masters will take action and kill these fifth-level True Warriors as quickly as possible. As long as the fighting power of these people is disintegrated, it will be like a powerful dragon with its head cut off, unable to continue!"

Qin Lingxiao nodded.

This was something we had discussed before.

He immediately transmitted the message.

While the two were making quick arrangements, the True Warriors who were surrounded by the monks also keenly sensed the coming crisis.

"Don't worry about the inner ghost at this time!"

"Don't worry about where they came from!"

"The only solution now is to fight!"

The skinny old man, King Bei, had a ferocious look on his face at this moment, and a hint of bloodiness was revealed on his skinny face!
He has been able to go from an ordinary person to where he is today, so how could he be someone who only knows how to live a life of mediocrity?
Now that he was suddenly in a desperate situation, it instead aroused the madness and bloodthirstiness in his bones!

He shouted loudly, and all the True Warriors instantly fell silent.

He is like a backbone, making all true warriors obey his orders and act accordingly.

"These monks live a life of luxury, what do they know about fighting?!"

The Northern King had blood in his eyes and looked ferocious and terrifying:
"Focus on one spot and attack them. Scare them and disperse them!"

"Here!"

With one voice and united will, their blood and energy reach the sky!
In an instant, the momentum of the crowd changed, and the blood and energy actually converged on a few people, and their momentum increased greatly!
Relying on the huge number of fourth-order true warriors, their momentum is not inferior to those cultivators around them, and even better!
"kill!"

"forward!"

The withered old man roared.

'drink! '

A fourth-level true warrior rushed towards the monks who surrounded them.

It's sizzling!

A flash of lightning flashed and instantly landed on the top of the head of the fourth-level true warrior. The man didn't even have time to make a sound before he turned into ashes!

However, the monks had no time to rejoice. The tragic death of their comrade instead aroused the bloodiness of these true warriors. Instead of being intimidated, they felt blood rushing to their hearts. Countless blood and energy gathered and flowed towards the Northern King, the Giant King and others.

"Die!" The giant king, who was burly and skinny but had a skeleton like a bear, wielded two hammers made of blood and energy in his arms, leaped into the sky, and smashed down on the monks guarding the formation in front of him!

The cultivator guarding the formation here was just a Nascent Soul cultivator. When he saw this giant king who looked like a god or a demon, his aura was taken away and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

wow——

"I'll meet you!"

A beam of emerald green sword light suddenly slashed out from the formation at an extremely tricky angle!

boom!
The giant king quickly raised his hammer to resist!

However, the sword light was like a hot knife piercing the snow, cutting the blood hammer easily.

The giant king's expression changed.

"Don't panic, Giant King. I'm here to help you!"

A figure came flying over, holding a long spear, and struck the emerald green sword light with all his might!
Then several figures rushed over, each using their own methods.

For a moment, the emerald green sword light was at a loss and had to retreat back into the formation.

It's sizzling!

Flashes of lightning suddenly came from all directions in the formation and stopped the pursuing Zhenwu warriors.

However, they were still unable to stop the all-out attack from these terrifying numbers of True Warriors.

Although the monks were able to get support quickly due to the existence of the formation and no one was killed, the formation did cause violent vibrations.

"They have to maintain the formation and can't spare any manpower!"

A fifth-level true warrior shouted.

As soon as the voice fell, a woman's cold shout was heard:
"Who said there's no manpower?"

Upon hearing this voice, the expressions of the real warriors changed!
Before he finished speaking, two female figures came whizzing over, one in purple and the other in red.

"Yuchi Shu!"

"Yuchi Lian!"

Seeing these two women whose faces were 90% similar, even the true warriors who were blood-thirsty were suddenly awakened.

There is no other reason. There are already several fifth-level true warriors who died at the hands of these two people!

"The Dragon Transformation Pond... Why hasn't the Dragon Transformation Pond been activated yet?!"

Finally one of the real warriors realized the problem and shouted anxiously.

However, the Dragon Pond that was supposed to appear in the eastern sky did not appear.

"It's time for you to die!"

Yuchi Shu, dressed in purple, sneered, and before he finished his words, his purple sleeves stretched out like water snakes towards these true warriors!
The True Warriors who were originally connected as one were quickly separated.

Several fifth-level true warriors who had no time to dodge were directly wrapped by the cloud sleeves. The magnetic force almost condensed into substance and turned into a big knife, slashing straight down at their heads!

This is also one of the few weaknesses of a fifth-level True Warrior. Although his body is strong, once his head is cut off and separated from his body, even if he does not die, he will lose control of his body. If he loses control of his body on the battlefield, the outcome can be imagined.

Click!

The two fifth-level true warriors were hacked to death by the magnetic force in their cloud sleeves!

"Prince An!"

"King Yong!"

The true warriors could not help but cry out in grief, and then shouted in anger:
"The Dragon Transformation Pond! Why isn't the Dragon Transformation Pond here?"

"Master Hualong, you deserve to die!"

……

In the sky.

Master Hualong looked at the fierce battle below with a grim expression.

He couldn't help but raise his head and look at the bearded old man who was standing silently in front of him with his back to it and his hands behind his back.

Finally I couldn't help but speak:
“Martial Ancestor, why don’t you let me suppress these cultivators? These are all fifth-level true warriors that I have worked so hard to gather… and train!”

The old man in front of him had broad shoulders and messy gray hair, which was draped over his shoulders casually like a lion.

Hearing Master Hualong's confusion, he did not say anything.

Master Hualong could only hear his voice, calm and cold like a deep abyss:

"hold on."

Master Hualong couldn't help but feel even more anxious:
"Martial Ancestor, if we wait any longer, all our efforts will be wasted!"

Click!

Suddenly, a roaring sound of flesh and bones came from the old man's sturdy and broad body.

Then he slowly turned his head, staring at Master Hualong with a pair of eyes as sharp and cold as an eagle:

"Aren't you a spirit?"

"Why do you care so much about them?"

"I……"

Master Hualong's eyes met the old man's, and his heart skipped a beat. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, and forced out a smile:
"I, I just want to help you unify the entire Xiaocang Realm as soon as possible... If they are all dead, it will be much more troublesome for you to conquer Fenglinzhou later."

It thought that its usual method of changing the subject might work, but this time, the old man just stared at it quietly, as if he could see through it. At this moment, Master Hualong felt like sitting on pins and needles.

After a long while, he spoke without making any comment:
"Is it really just that?"

Hearing the relaxation in the other party's tone, Master Hualong felt relieved and nodded quickly:

"Of course, otherwise what can I, a spirit of a weapon, do?"

The old man looked at it, slowly revealed an inexplicable smile, and nodded:

"Yeah, a weapon spirit, so what?"

"Hey Hey."

Master Hualong gave a silly smile at the right time.

The old man withdrew his gaze, turned his head again, and looked at the figures falling down one by one below.

At this moment, a trace of deep sadness and pain flashed across the depths of Master Hualong's eyes that were not seen by him:
"That's fine... that's fine. It's better to die on the battlefield than to die in my hands after occupying Zhongshengzhou..."

"I'm running out of time."

"Teacher once granted me a life of seven hundred years. Now... it is almost at the end."

"Sixth level..."

He sighed deeply in his heart.

Even with the help of the sixth-level sea pearl that helped him change his fate, he was unable to overcome this hurdle.

He vaguely felt that he needed a battle, a hearty battle that might allow him to make a breakthrough.

But before that, he has to clear away all obstacles for the future of mortals...including the true warrior himself!
"Teacher, let me prove that my own path is correct..."

He looked down, and in his sight, the shadow of an ordinary-looking young monk seemed to emerge.

I couldn't help but laugh at myself:
"An illusion? The next time I see you, I will definitely apologize to you."

Think about this.

But he never noticed that the deep eyes of Master Hualong behind him were filled with thoughtfulness and a hint of coldness. (End of this chapter)