Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Swords whistled and human figures loomed.

The bloody spear shot out, and the enemy was invincible.

Everyone knows that fighting against a Martial Ancestor who is comparable to the sixth level is like hitting a rock with an egg.

The cultivators dared not and could not fight with them. Once they died here, the sects far away in Fenglin Continent would be unable to stop the Zhenwu army.

He immediately and decisively ran away at high speed.

Wang Xu stared in amazement at the young man who turned into a sword light and flew towards him not far ahead, allowing the monks around him to escape.

The young monk had handsome features, red lips and white teeth, but he vaguely resembled the figure that he had always remembered in his heart.

"So... it wasn't an illusion..."

He murmured absentmindedly.

hum!
The sounds of two swords were heard flying towards them.

Wang Xu suddenly came to his senses after hearing the sound, but let the two sword lights, which came from the same source, cut into his body.

The sword light did not penetrate his body at all, but instead made a sharp and piercing sound of impact!

Wang Xu stared at it in a daze, without making any move, and let the two sword lights retreat as soon as they touched each other.

The sword light then transformed into the figures of Zhao Feng and another young man in mid-air.

Zhao Feng's face was filled with unprecedented anger, and he started to curse:
"Asshole! What are you doing?! Who told you to follow me?!"

The young monk had a stubborn look on his face:

"I don't want to be like my father and watch my master die!"

"you!"

Zhao Feng was furious, but he didn't have any time to talk nonsense.

His spiritual sense swept across the scattered cultivators in the surroundings, and at the same time he saw the Zhenwu army approaching rapidly not far away, as well as the Martial Ancestor who was standing in the air but seemed to be in a trance.

He gritted his teeth and shouted angrily:
"Then we, master and disciple, will break out together!"

"Okay! Haha!"

The young monk laughed when he heard this. Although there was a hint of nervousness in his eyes, it soon turned into a look of courage.

Immortality is but illusion, so why should a good man fear death?
You should be happy!

"go!"

The two of them once again turned into a sword light and flew away at a high speed.

The Zhenwu army directly passed over the Martial Ancestor who was staying in place, and a torrent of black iron rushed out.

At the same time, a number of god-breaking crossbows were also sacrificed, shooting down at the two sword lights!
The sword light was fast, but the Divine Crossbow was originally designed to target cultivators, so its speed was surprisingly much faster!
Wow!
Arrows rained down from the sky.

Deng Deng Deng!
A series of arrows hit the two sword lights, and the sword lights suddenly fluctuated violently!
However, the next moment, one of the sword lights suddenly paused, and in between the movement, it suddenly turned around and slashed down!
Then an astonishing waterfall of sword energy fell from the sky, screaming fiercely and piercing towards all the True Warriors chasing from below!
The silver waterfall rapidly magnified in the eyes of all the true warriors!
A feeling of hair standing on end struck all true warriors!

Even the special black armor worn on the body cannot bring the slightest sense of security!
"careful!"

The expressions of the True Warriors in the front row suddenly changed. During the pursuit, their blood and energy were scattered, and it was difficult to gather them together to resist for a while.

At this critical moment of life and death, these Zhenwu warriors actually rushed forward on their own initiative, with their arms open, fighting with their bodies!

Ding Ding Ding!
A series of clear collision sounds and the sound of sword energy penetrating flesh and bones resounded throughout the sky!

Then the corpses fell like meteors!
The sword light paused for a moment, revealing Zhao Feng, whose face was a little pale.

The arrow fell, but was gently circled by the sword light beside it, and then was carried away into the distance.

"kill!"

"We can't let these monks escape!"

Everyone in the Zhenwu army had red eyes.

At this moment.

wow——

A huge golden dragon pool suddenly flew into the sky, and the golden light flowed towards the sword light!
The sword light suddenly shook, and its speed slowed down instantly!

"It's the Dragon Pond!"

"quick!"

Among the crowd of True Warriors, the only remaining fifth-level True Warrior suddenly stopped, bent his bow and drew his arrow, aiming at the receding sword light.

Zheng!
A crisp sound!
This was followed by a sharp and piercing whistle.

The arrow turned into a stream of light and shot straight towards the slowing sword light.

The two people who were suppressed by the Hualong Pool also recovered from the sword light.

It seemed that the arrow was about to hit him.

But at this moment, the arrow suddenly twisted rapidly!
"Come on!"

A figure in white suddenly appeared in front of the two men and smashed the arrow with one palm.

The white dragon under his feet swung its tail, entangled the two of them, and then quickly fled to the west.

Both of them were shocked!
"Palace Master Qin? Why are you back?!"

"Aunt Qin!"

When Zhao Feng saw the figure in white, he became anxious and angry.

The handsome young monk was overjoyed.

Qin Lingxiao frowned slightly, but ignored the two of them. His consciousness was always paying attention to the back, and he said quickly in a low voice:

"Zhenwu is so powerful that Zhongshengzhou has no choice but to give up. According to the worst-case scenario plan, everyone has quickly retreated to the teleportation array. We must get rid of them as soon as possible and destroy the teleportation array immediately after returning to Fenglinzhou!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Feng immediately calmed down.

His eyes swept over the overwhelming number of True Warriors behind him, and his heart felt extremely heavy.

Although he had made the worst plan and had overestimated the number of Zhenwu practitioners, he still did not expect that the ancestor of Zhenwu had reached another level completely. One person was enough to crush all the cultivators participating in the battle.

I was confused:

"This person clearly has such ability, why did he wait until those fifth-level true warriors were almost dead before taking action?"

"If he had taken action, there would definitely not have been so many casualties."

"Did you miss it... or is there something else going on?"

These confusions only came to his mind instinctively, but were cut off by him in an instant.

Although he was not afraid of death, since Qin Lingxiao was willing to take the risk to save them, he must not waste the other party's kindness.

Even he roughly knew that he was probably relying on the help of his disciple.

Of course, most of his disciples also benefited from the help of his junior fellow apprentices.

But there is no need to go into details.

He quickly calmed down and said:
"I have another magic trick that only the leader of our sect can practice. This trick may buy us some time!"

Qin Lingxiao was riding the white dragon at high speed to avoid the arrows shot from behind, and couldn't help but frowned slightly when he heard this.

The Wanxiang Sect is undoubtedly a large sect, and its unique skills must be extremely powerful.

But Zhao Feng was only a Nascent Soul after all, and those chasing him, not to mention the Lianxu cultivator's magic weapon Hualongchi, were the True Warriors, thousands of them formed a formation and surrounded him, even a God Transformation cultivator would suffer.

She really couldn't believe how useful it would be.

However, after hearing this, she did not reject Zhao Feng's kindness, and said quickly in a low voice:

"If we can stop them, I will also use the earth veins of this continent to perform the art of magnetic reversal and teleportation to teleport us out!"

“It just takes some time.”

In the past, Li Yuehua, the Mother of the Sea of ​​Blood, used the power of magnetism to raise the entire Zhongsheng Continent by three thousand feet, leaving a huge amount of magnetic power in the earth's veins.

As the successor of Li Yuehua, she naturally has a way to utilize these magnetic forces.

Qin Lingxiao's words immediately shocked the two of them.

Zhao Feng did not waste any time and quickly swallowed a top-grade pill. Magic power surged throughout his body. He then made hand gestures and recited a spell silently.

Almost at the same time, Qin Lingxiao began to sink his mind into the earth below.

The magic power then probed into the earth veins.

Below, a long-dormant magnetic force seemed to sense the breath of its master, and at this moment, it silently surged and became lively.

The Dragon Pond in the sky seemed to have sensed something unusual, and suddenly burst into golden light!

Under this golden light, although Bai Long was less affected than a normal cultivator due to his physical strength, his speed still slowed down suddenly.

Seeing the opportunity, how could the real warrior following behind let it go?

"shoot!"

The fifth-level true warrior growled.

Dense arrows like black rain broke through the air!

"Qing Ming!"

Zhao Feng growled.

The complexion, which had just improved after taking the medicine, turned pale in an instant.

All the magic power in his body was drained in an instant.

Then two faint divine lights shot out from his sleeves, sweeping towards the rain of arrows and the true warrior in front of him!
The rain of arrows was suddenly caught in mid-air!
The buzzing continued, but it could not be put down.

The true warriors also suddenly froze as if their souls were captured.

Qin Lingxiao couldn't help but look shocked when he saw this scene.

Immediately speed up communication with the magnetic force below.

Only the fifth-level true warrior in the crowd was not affected at all!

He immediately put away his bow and arrow, and a huge wave of blood quickly surged onto the bodies of the surrounding True Warriors. Under the protection of this huge amount of blood, and with the blessing of the Dragon Transformation Pool.

This fifth-rank true warrior was like a tiger descending from a mountain. He kicked his feet and his body moved as fast as lightning. With his hands, he condensed four terrifyingly long spears, and in mid-air, he bent his waist and stabbed them down at Qin Lingxiao and the other two!

Zhao Feng's expression changed slightly!

The young man beside him immediately wielded a fourth-tier sword and slashed out several sword lights in the air in an attempt to block it.

However, the opponent's realm was already higher than theirs, and now with the blood of other Zhenwu and the blessing of the Dragon Pool, his strength was more than doubled. The sword light collided with the blood-colored spear and instantly shattered.

The handsome young man groaned, but did not retreat. He picked up his sword and flew into the air!

Five colors flow on the sword, slashing down one after another!
In the past, he had received instruction from his great-grandmaster Yao Wudi and mastered the Wanfa Sword Dao. He was able to carry all laws with the sword Dao. Although it was not as good as the real Wanfa Meridian, its foundation was deeper than that of ordinary sword practitioners. Therefore, even if the sword light was broken by the opponent, he did not suffer much damage, but instead aroused the desire to fight.

"retreat!"

Qin Lingxiao's expression changed!
While speeding up the communication with the magnetic force in the earth veins, he forcibly extracted the magnetic force in the midst of his busy schedule and grabbed the handsome young man back.

wow——

A blood-red spear pierced through the place where the handsome young man had just been, and tiny black membrane eyes appeared faintly in the void!
When the handsome young man saw this scene, he felt his scalp tingling and was filled with fear!
If Qin Lingxiao hadn't caught him in time, I'm afraid that stabbing just now would have left no trace of him!

"Thank you...be careful!"

Before he could express his gratitude, he was horrified to see the remaining three blood-red spears stabbing at the three people on the head!

He could even see that these blood-colored spears caused the space to fluctuate wherever they passed because of the extremely condensed blood energy!
There are not too many emotions in my heart, only a trace of unwillingness:
"If Dad were here..."

hum!
Right now.

Suddenly, a green light came flying from the sky at a very fast speed, and landed in front of the three people in an instant at this critical moment.

It was actually an antique bronze Bagua mirror.

At this moment, a bright light burst out, emitting a faint divine light, which actually caught the fifth-level true warrior, along with his spear, in mid-air!

"Qingming Mirror?!"

"Grandmaster Qingming?!"

Zhao Feng's eyes showed disbelief!

However, there was no time to think about it, Zhao Feng shouted:
"kill!"

The handsome young man who received the instructions did not hesitate and immediately summoned his flying sword, spitting out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and spraying it on the sword!
Wow!
The sword flashed like a shuttle, and it gently turned towards the neck of the fifth-level true warrior...

Ping!
The handsome young man was suddenly stunned.

Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao's hair stood on end instantly, their eyes fixed on the figure of the old man that appeared out of thin air before them.

The old man had white hair and beard, and his long, curly hair was casually scattered, but his eyes were as sharp as an eagle's.

Staring at the handsome young man.

Complexity, hesitation, entanglement, and guilt flashed across his eyes.

In the broad palm, the flying sword summoned by the handsome young man was struggling violently, but it could not shake the big hand at all.

The rescued fifth-level true warrior touched his neck in fear, and then hurriedly saluted the old man respectfully:
"Meet Martial Ancestor!"

"Martial Ancestor!"

At this moment, Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao's hearts sank to the bottom.

He was about to escape, but he didn't expect to attract the Martial Ancestor. Reluctant, terrified...

The air seemed to become silent.

"Buzz!"

The Qingming Mirror seemed to sense the danger, and suddenly shot out a faint divine light again, covering the old man!
The old man frowned slightly, withdrew his gaze from the handsome young man, raised his other hand, and with blood surging, he casually blocked it in front of him.

However, to his surprise, his palms felt vaguely out of control.

"Ok?"

The old man made a surprised sound, but there was not much expression on his face. A huge amount of blood and energy rushed into his body, and he rushed forward all the way!
The divine light suddenly dissipated.

The Qingming Mirror couldn't help but tremble, its aura dropped slightly, and then it flew straight in front of Zhao Feng, as if it wanted to protect Zhao Feng.

However, Zhao Feng had no time to wonder why the Qingming Mirror suddenly appeared here. He looked at the old man nervously and quickly sent a message to Qin Lingxiao:
"how much longer!"

"Three more breaths of time will be enough!"

Qin Lingxiao gritted his teeth and replied.

Zhao Feng did not feel the slightest bit of joy when he heard this.

For the Martial Ancestor in front of him, three breaths of time were no different from launching an attack.

As long as the other party wanted, they would have no chance to escape.

However, at this moment when the three of them were nervous, the old man suddenly said to the handsome young man:

"May I have your name?"

The three of them were all startled. The handsome young man hesitated for a moment, and glanced at the anxious expressions on Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao's brows. He felt a little depressed, and then said:
"My name is……"

"Your uncle!"

"Master, Aunt Qin, hurry up!"

Before he finished speaking, he raised his hand and chanted a spell:

"burst!"

boom!
The sword in the old man's hand suddenly exploded!

However, in the astonished eyes of the handsome young man.

The explosion of the sword did not leak out of the old man's palm at all.

The old man shook his head slightly, and his figure flashed, and he suddenly appeared only three feet away from the handsome young man.

His eyes were fixed on the young man's face.

"Wang Yian!"

Qin Lingxiao and Zhao Feng were horrified.

At this moment, Qin Lingxiao finally completed the communication with the earth's magnetic field.

"Wang Yian?"

The old man recited the name and glanced below.

Suddenly he raised his hand and slapped Qin Lingxiao and Zhao Feng!
Qin Lingxiao's expression changed, but he looked at the handsome young man first.

But all he got was the other party's hurried voice:
"Go! Or we'll all die!"

At the same time, he rushed towards the old man again without hesitation, and threw out countless magical weapons from his sleeves, which exploded with bang!

Seeing this scene, Qin Lingxiao gritted his teeth and closed his eyes.

"Yi An!"

For the first time, Zhao Feng's face showed a look of bloodshot eyes. He tried his best to raise the sword and was about to charge forward!

But the next moment, the two men and the dragon were enveloped by the magnetic field of the earth veins and suddenly disappeared.

Watch this scene.

The old man slowly put away his palm which was free of any blood.

He let the handsome young man in front of him use all the means he had in his life to attack him.

There was only a rare hint of tenderness in her eyes when she looked at the handsome young man.

'Huh-huh-'

The handsome young man gasped heavily, and finally exhausted all his magic power at this moment.

But he still held his head high with a mocking smile on his face:
"You have good defense, old turtle!"

However, what surprised him was that the old man did not show any displeasure when he heard this. Instead, he whispered:

"Have you beaten enough..."

"Junior brother?"

"Master, Junior Brother?!"

Wang Yian was shocked, his eyes full of doubt and uncertainty.

Just about to ask something.

The Zhenwu army behind the old man finally caught up. At the same time, a golden stream of light flew down beside the old man. As soon as it landed, it said in a hurry:
"Martial Ancestor, so many people died, why did you let them escape!"

"We must capture them all and let me handle it..."

Wang Yian couldn't help but look over, only to find that the man looked extremely funny, with green bean eyes, a red nose, and blonde hair, and he didn't look like a human at all.

"Master Hualong..."

The old man's face quietly became expressionless.

He looked at the other party, and then his large palm suddenly stretched out in front of everyone's incredulous gazes and suddenly grabbed Master Hualong's neck!

"Wu, Wu Zu...why, why..."

In Master Hualong's eyes, confusion, tension, fear... these emotions flashed across his face in an instant, and he struggled and shouted.

The True Warriors around were also stunned. Some of them couldn't help but step forward, but they were at a loss as to what to do:
"Martial Ancestor, why is this?"

The old man's voice was deep, but powerful, like the sound of metal and stone colliding:

"Master Hualong was afraid of the monks and did not dare to fight, which led to the death of King Bei, King An, King Xin, King Ju... and thousands of his comrades!"

"This crime is unforgivable and he deserves death!"

Upon hearing this, Master Hualong began to struggle violently, with a trace of strong grievance and unwillingness flashing in his eyes!
wow——

Its body changed and turned into a stream of light and flew out of the old man's palm!

Then it turned into a golden dragon pool in mid-air.

A gnashing voice came from the Dragon Pond:

"Wang Xu!"

"I worked hard to help you, and you are framing me like this?"

"When the cunning rabbit dies, the good bow hides... You haven't even unified the Kokura world yet, are you so impatient?"

"Just like those fifth-level true warriors who died in vain?"

Hearing the sound coming from the Dragon Transformation Pool, the True Warriors below were immediately surprised and suspicious.

Wang Yian couldn't help but be shocked when he saw this scene.

However, the old man looked extremely calm and asked:

"Really? To assist me, or to plan for your own benefit?"

"Master Hualong...or is it more appropriate to call you 'Ye Cangsheng'?"

Hearing this name, most people looked confused.

Only a small number of true warriors who had paid attention to the history of Huangji Continent showed expressions of horror at this moment.

"There's a good show to watch!"

Wang Yian's eyes lit up.

The identity of Master Hualong had long been speculated within the sect, and it seemed that this had also aroused the fear of the Martial Ancestor, so he was now taking advantage of the situation to get rid of him.

The figure of Master Hualong quickly emerged from the Hualong Pond, staring at the old man with disbelief on his face:
"How do you know that?"

These words undoubtedly confirmed his identity, and the expressions of the true warriors below suddenly changed.

Although most people don't know who Ye Cangsheng is, it's terrifying just to think about the fact that a person with ulterior motives has a status second only to the Martial Ancestor among the true warriors.

However, the old man just shook his head without any intention of explaining.

He bent his legs slightly, and then flew into the air with a bang. Blood and energy surged in his body, but they only attached to the surface of his body. He condensed into a blood-red spear and slashed towards the Dragon Pool!
On the Hualong Pond, Master Hualong's expression changed as he noticed that the True Warriors around him were rising into the air, blocking their way.

It could only grit its teeth and face the old man...

Half a day later.

Bang! ! !
A huge roar!

Under Wang Yian’s shocked gaze.

In mid-air, Master Hualong opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

But in the end, it dissipated bit by bit silently, with a trace of deep reluctance and relief.

Behind it.

The Dragon Transformation Pond revealed its magnificent form. Right in the middle of it, a shocking huge crack ran through the entire pond. After a slight pause, it suddenly fell from the sky and smashed heavily on the ground!

Bang!
Dust filled the sky.

The Hualong Pond gradually appeared in front of everyone.

The dragon's head peeled off.

The originally dazzling golden pool wall has now completely dimmed and turned into gray stone without any spiritual energy.

The spiritual light that once existed is no longer there.

Click.

A stone was pushed over.

The old man walked slowly out of the Dragon Pond, with some serious injuries on his body.

There was a hint of contemplation and deep regret in his eyes:
"...Even Ye Cangsheng can't do it?"

"How can we break through this crucial step?"

The True Warriors looked at the old man with reverence, and then quickly rushed into the Dragon Transformation Pond.

Soon, they found a large number of storage tools used by cultivators, as well as a number of unconscious figures in the Dragon Transformation Pond.

Among them are men and women, cultivators, and even real warriors.

There were also some people who seemed to have been killed by the aftermath of the battle and were buried on the spot by the real warriors.

Wang Yian watched with boredom, but when he saw one of the figures with an extremely large head, he couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise:

"Palace Master Guan?!"

The old man who was in deep thought raised his head slightly when he heard this.

Following Wang Yian's gaze, he saw the figure with a huge head and strange appearance, and pondered for a moment:

"People from the Wanxiang Sect..."

His footsteps paused slightly, and then under Wang Yian's nervous gaze, he slowly walked to the front of the big-headed monster.

Feeling the natural aura of a Divine Transformation cultivator emanating from the other person, he found that he had some similarities with the people he met not long ago.

A hint of hesitation flashed across the old man's eyes.

Every Divine Transformation cultivator would bring great losses to Zhenwu, so killing them was the most appropriate method. However...

In his mind, the promise he made to that figure many years ago on the North Sea suddenly emerged:

"One day, when Wanxiang Sect is located, Wang Xu will retreat thousands of miles away when he sees it!"

"If any Wanxiang Sect disciple is hurt, I will kill him with my life!"

The old man was silent for a few breaths, and finally shook his head and sighed:
"I finally broke my promise, teacher..."

He stretched out his hand gently, and the blood quickly spread to the big-headed monster's neck.

"do not want!"

Wang Yian’s pupils shrank!
He couldn't help but quickly step forward, but was quickly stopped by the real warriors around him.

He could only watch helplessly as the other party lifted Guan Ao up and threw him towards the north!

He turned around and looked at the old man in surprise.

The old man looked at him calmly.

Only a slightly tired voice sounded in Wang Yian's ears:

"I didn't kill him."

"But life or death... depends on his fate!" (End of this chapter)