Longevity, starting from raising chickens

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The demonic energy was overwhelming, and the dark red blood light was rolling violently!
The sky was covered with dark clouds and thunder roared.

Han Yanzi stood in mid-air, letting the thunder flash behind him, holding a sixth-level sea pearl that emitted a clear and precious light in his hand.

At this moment, his face was as gloomy as water, and he looked coldly at the figure flying silently in front of him.

The voice seemed to come from an ice cave, extremely cold:

"Master Tai'a... I thought you had already followed Shao Yangzi, Xun Fujun and the others to mend the sky."

The Taoist priest in a simple Taoist robe stood solemnly, shook his head and said:
"Three clans and one family, there must be someone to support them."

Han Yanzi showed a mocking expression and sneered:
"Haha, if you are afraid of death, then you are afraid of death. If you confess, I will respect you a little. If you dare to do it but not to take responsibility, what can I say? Now you show up again. Tell me, you want to steal this sixth-level sea pearl from me, right or not?"

The master of Tai'a Temple had a calm expression and replied in a calm tone:

"You don't need to say more. I'm here for only one thing... Hand over the Sea Pearl. Otherwise, I will follow the example of Brother Xun Daoist of the Wanxiang Sect and face the thunder tribulation together with you, senior."

The significance of the sixth-rank sea pearl is too great. Even though Youxian Temple has always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile, when the master of Tai'a Temple, who had been staying in the temple and paying close attention to the development of the situation, saw Han Yanzi taking this item, he could no longer sit still.

Han Yanzi narrowed his eyes immediately, and a hint of danger shone through his eyes:

"You think... you can threaten this old man?"

The Tai'a Temple Master's expression remained calm:
"I just need to hold on until Senior Han attracts the thunder tribulation... If it really doesn't work, I can even sacrifice Senior Han's life."

"But how many lives does Senior Han have left to squander?"

Hearing the words of the Tai'a Monastery Master, Han Yanzi could not help but snort coldly:
"Then you come and try it!"

next moment.

A blood-red branch suddenly flew out from the Changyang Sacred Mountain below, like an iron whip, and lashed directly at the Master of Tai'a Temple!
The master of Tai'a Temple sensed the terrifying aura contained in the branch and his expression changed slightly.

Suddenly a whisk flew out from his body and quickly wrapped around the branches.

However, the branch was too fierce. Even though the whisk was a fifth-rank magic weapon, it was difficult to maintain after being entangled.

An extremely solemn and old voice came from the whisk:
"Tai'a, let's wait for Hui Yunzi!"

Upon hearing this, Master Tai'a Temple remained calm, but his heart sank.

He naturally knew that among the three sects and one family, there was still Patriarch Hui Yunzi who could step forward.

But Wang Xu, the Martial Ancestor who was just an ordinary mortal, was able to create the way of true martial arts with his own hands just because of this sixth-level sea pearl, and Han Yanzi would become even more terrifying if he obtained the sixth-level sea pearl.

When he thought of this, Tai'a Temple Master could no longer sit still, especially since he also noticed that the Wanxiang Sect did not seem to be intervening.

He gritted his teeth and without any movement, a talisman seal quickly appeared in front of him and hit Han Yanzi!

It may seem ordinary, but this talisman seal shows the master of Tai'a Temple's perfect cultivation of incarnation to the highest level!

At this moment, all the Divine Transformation cultivators who were paying attention to this battle were shocked when they saw this seal!
"How exquisite! How magnificent!"

"You can actually use the Dao Realm so skillfully!"

"As expected of you, the master of the temple!"

Han Yanzi, holding the sea pearl in his hand, watched calmly as the seal rapidly enlarged before his eyes, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes:
"Although the Martial Ancestor is only at the fifth level, and he also borrowed the power of the Sea Pearl, he is indeed a man of extraordinary talent. If his blood and energy had not been exhausted, I would not have been able to defeat him even if I had sacrificed two lives... But who do you think you are? How dare you come and exchange your life with me?"

The next moment, from the Changyang Sacred Mountain below, blood-red branches swarmed out and hit the seal continuously!
When it was only a few feet away from Han Yanzi, the seal suddenly exploded under the solemn gaze of the master of Tai'a Temple and ceased to exist.

"Is this your method?"

Han Yanzi spoke sarcastically.

He did not make any move. Under the secret technique, the lightning above his head quickly dissipated. Instead, dark clouds condensed again above the Changyang Sacred Mountain.

As the master of Tai'a Temple took action, thunder quickly flashed above his head.

"Taa!"

The slightly anxious voice of Patriarch Wuchen was heard from the whisk.

Looking at Han Yanzi's fearless and calm expression, as well as Patriarch Wuchen's words, the Tai'a Temple Master's originally certain heart finally wavered a little.

"Does he really have many generations of dead people?"

"The key is this Immortal Divine Tree..."

The master of Tai'a Temple frowned.

The existence of the Immortal Tree meant that he had no chance of forcing Han Yanzi to take action.

In this situation, if we attack blindly again, it will not achieve the purpose of threatening Han Yanzi at all, and it will only be a death sentence.

Beliefs cannot be doubted, and once there is even the slightest wavering, they will quickly collapse under external pressure!
After taking a deep look at Han Yanzi, Master Tai'a finally made a decision and pointed a finger.

Then the whisk quickly detached from the branch and was put back into the sleeve of the master of Tai'a Temple.

The master of Tai'a Temple did not linger, but decisively turned into a rainbow of light and flew away.

At almost the same time when the Tai'a Temple Master flew away, figures quickly flew out from the Demon Sect in Changyang Mountain. The leader was dressed in black, looking stern and solemn. He quickly landed in front of Han Yanzi and said respectfully:

"Congratulations to the Supreme for obtaining a valuable treasure!"

Han Yanzi had no intention of talking nonsense, and said in a cold tone:

"Master, please take your men to clean up the area around me! I don't want to be affected in any way during my retreat!"

"Yes!"

The stern young man in black said quickly.

After saying that, a group of Demon Sect monks around flew out and killed the independent cultivators and the cultivators from the Dajin Sect who were watching from afar.

The monks who were watching watched the Tai'a Temple Master retreat at the first blow, which was a bit anticlimactic.

When they saw the Demon Sect monks coming to kill them, their faces suddenly changed and they quickly fled in all directions.

In this way, under the pursuit and drive of the monks of the Original Demon Sect, there was no one to disturb the area around Changyang Divine Mountain.

Han Yanzi had already hurried back to his own secret realm.

In the secret realm, the huge blood pool had dried up a little. Around the blood pool, stood a lonely figure shrouded in dark red blood energy.

The figure was different from others. Between the eyebrows, a vertical eye could be faintly seen, looking extremely relaxed and half visible.

Han Yanzi glanced at the only remaining three-eyed figure, with a hint of fear in his eyes:
"It was so close... If Wang Xu had persisted a little longer, the outcome would have been..."

It’s just that many things seem accidental, but in fact they are inevitable.

He knew very well that although the Martial Ancestor was terribly powerful and could defeat him, who was at the Void Refining stage, with his fifth-order body, he was ultimately trapped by his own realm and could not pose a real threat to him.

Even for example, the Master of Tai'a Temple still dreamed of exchanging one for one with him, but after obtaining the Immortal Tree, his methods were undoubtedly much more flexible. Even with the help of the Immortal Tree, he could easily force the Master of Tai'a Temple to expose himself to the heavenly thunder.

This forced the Tai'a Temple Master to retreat helplessly, because even a cultivator who had reached the Perfect Spirit Transformation stage could not break through the defenses of the Immortal Tree.

This also prevents the situation similar to the previous one where Xun Fujun used the rules of the Ogura world to defeat the strong with the weak.

In fact, from the beginning to the end, he was only afraid of Hui Yunzi, Ye Cangsheng, and Wang Ba, the reincarnation of a great cultivator in the fusion realm.

"But... I finally seized the opportunity!"

Han Yanzi lowered his head and looked at the sea pearl spinning slightly in his hand, a hint of joy that was hard to conceal flashed in his eyes.

And when the extremely pure essence of his soul seeped into it, all his life's accumulation quickly and faintly ran across the bead, and finally, according to his wishes, words and figures were written out one by one.

He looked at the words and patterns on the pearl, and was startled at first. After quickly reading it, he immediately burst into an irrepressible excitement and joy:

"The method of ascension!"

“This is the method of ascension!”

He quickly suppressed his excitement and read it again quickly and carefully. However, this time, after reading the method derived from Haizhu carefully, a hint of hesitation and worry appeared on his face for the first time:

"This method... is like risking one's life in the face of death. Can it really work?"

But soon, this hesitation quickly disappeared, and was replaced by his consistent firmness and purity:
"Ascend!"

"I must ascend!"

"I must see what the upper realm looks like!"

“No one can stop me on this road!”

soon.

Orders were distributed from the secret realm one after another.

Listening to the contents of the sound transmission note sent by Han Yanzi, Shen Fu's face showed a rare trace of ripples and fear:

"What is he going to do? He actually needs so many people and monks. Are there enough people from Xiaocang Realm? Could it be another blood sacrifice?!"

"And in such a short time..."

These waves and shocks, like raging storms, impacted his heart.

It soon turned into a deep pain, piling up in his heart, weighing down even him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Over the years, his hands have been stained with the blood of too many people.

Even if he was forced to do so, even if it was not his original intention, in the end...

He slowly closed his eyes, letting the pain gnaw at his heart like a poisonous insect. But when the pain gradually became numb, he still opened his eyes, but the confusion in his eyes was gone, replaced by determination and firmness.

"I'll find you!"

"must!"

……

Wanxiang Sect. In front of the mountain gate.

A ripple finally appeared in Wang Ba's indifferent eyes.

He lowered his head slightly and looked at the familiar old head held in the hands of the severed body.

The eyes in the head were wide open.

But there was no vitality or breath in his eyes, only darkness.

"Has the true spirit...dissipated?"

Feeling this empty body, for some reason, Wang Ba, who was in a state of harmony with Bing Dao Ren, couldn't help but sigh softly.

Then he slowly stretched out his white palm and gently covered the pair of wide-open eyes.

Murmuring softly:

"Since you still regard me as your master...from today on, you will be my third disciple."

"I will take all the responsibility for your karma."

"Your hatred...I will also settle it for you personally."

"Just wait a little longer, wait a little longer."

My heart was filled with waves.

At this moment, he unexpectedly felt that his fusion with Bing Dao Ren, which had made no progress for a long time, seemed to have made a subtle progress.

But he couldn't feel the slightest joy in his heart.

Raising his hand again, the eyes on Wang Xu's head finally closed, and the angry corners of his mouth turned into perfection, peace and a faint smile at this moment, as if he had finally put his worries to rest and was relieved.

In Wang Ba's indifferent yet slightly fluctuating gaze.

This poor man, who had experienced the turmoil in three continents and the death of his wife and mother since he was young, finally collapsed while pursuing his lifelong ambitions, ending his pitiful, yet magnificent and wonderful life that few people have experienced.

Where he fell, bones, blood and flesh grew rapidly, turning into mountains and rivers. From a distance, it looked like mountains bowing their heads, and strange phenomena occurred frequently...

"Senior brother."

Wang Yian, who came hurriedly, watched the scene with a sad expression.

However, the slight ripple in Wang Ba's eyes disappeared again at this moment.

Disappearing along with it was the incarnation fusion that had just made some progress.

At this moment, it has come to a standstill again.

"Emotions... are the key to merging the incarnation?"

Wang Ba, who had gotten rid of his previous emotional fluctuations, had a cold and almost absolutely rational mind. In just a blink of an eye, he analyzed the possible reasons based on the changes in himself.

But knowing is not the same as doing.

Doing it does not mean doing it well.

At this moment, although he had already understood something, he didn't know how to change his mood.

But he was in no hurry.

At this moment, he did not have any emotional waves, and naturally he did not feel anxious.

His eyes moved slightly and swept across the sixth-level breakthrough method of the "Zhenwu Sutra" transformed from Wang Xu's blood. Countless words and patterns fell into Wang Ba's memory.

"The way of Zhenwu, after reaching the sixth level, is to completely sever the connection between oneself and the world... If a cultivator is a fish in the world, then Zhenwu is to be a small boat floating outside the world."

"This realm has far surpassed the reach of a fifth-order true warrior. No wonder he has been stuck in this realm for so long."

Wang Ba thought indifferently:

"It seems that between the fifth and sixth levels will be an extremely critical period for the transformation of a true warrior."

Who among those who practice cultivation does not want to transcend the constraints of heaven and earth and live freely in the sea of ​​​​realms?
However, even for a cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage, he can only hope to leave this world and go to the next one with the help of the ascension calamity of the sea of ​​​​boundaries, but he is far from being able to transcend.

However, the true warriors are one step ahead of the cultivators by a long way.

If we look back on it, in fact, from the moment they start practicing, true warriors’ reliance on heaven and earth is far less than that of cultivators.

This is both a bad thing and a good thing.

The bad thing is, compared to cultivators who can make full use of spiritual energy to practice and hone themselves, True Warriors require very few resources and their tempering is far from enough, so generally speaking, the combat power of True Warriors is far weaker than that of normal cultivators.

But the good thing is that the training time is shorter, the effect is more obvious, and the degree of dependence on heaven and earth is very low. Therefore, it is easier to break free from the control of the Ogura world.

This is not just a demand for resources, but also a need to transcend the Ogura world from the mysterious level of true spirit.

To put it more intuitively, once one becomes a sixth-rank True Warrior, even if one dies, his true spirit will not enter the Xiaocang Realm. The rules of the Xiaocang Realm have little constraints and benefits on him. Even if he goes to any other realm, the impact he receives is almost the same as that of the Xiaocang Realm.

With nothing to rely on, everything depends on yourself!
This is exactly the 'great freedom' that monks yearn for.

From any perspective, for Wang Ba, practicing the "True Martial" way is a hundred benefits with no harm.

"It's just... the fourth incarnation..."

Wang Ba's eyes showed deep thought.

He had previously thought about whether or not to refine an incarnation of Zhenwu, but because the way of Zhenwu was not yet perfected and could only be of limited help to him, he finally chose to give up.

But the situation is different now, so the fourth incarnation should naturally be put on the agenda.

However, the technique of incarnation can only maintain three incarnations, and he has already separated them into Bing Taoist, Yuanci Taoist and Kong Chanzi.

Unless he can completely merge with Bing Dao Ren and make his spirit and soul return to his body, he will not be able to separate out an incarnation suitable for Zhenwu.

"Zhenwu..."

Wang Ba repeated these two words again and pondered in his heart.

"Dad, why didn't you take action just now?"

"We obviously have Uncle Dafu and Grandmaster Hui Yunzi here. If we join forces with Senior Brother, Han Yanzi will definitely die!"

"But now, but now..."

Wang Yian's voice of mixed grief and anger suddenly sounded, breaking Wang Ba's thoughts.

Wang Ba lowered his head slightly and saw Wang Yian, whose face had become much more mature. He shook his head calmly but did not respond. He turned around and his figure gradually disappeared into the thick fog.

Only an indifferent voice came from the depths of the thick fog:

"Every sip and every peck may have its destiny."

"The time has not come yet...it's time for you to come back."

"go back?"

Wang Yian was stunned, but at this moment, there was no joy in his mind. Instead, he felt a little confused and at a loss.

He was originally coerced by Wang Xu, and was worried that there would be irreconcilable hatred between Wang Xu and the Wanxiang Sect, so he stayed in Wu State, stayed by Wang Xu's side, and devoted all his efforts to the birth and growth of Wu State.

However, when his senior brother Wang Xu was finally killed by Han Yanzi on the Changyang Sacred Mountain, the factors that forced him to stay in Wu State disappeared. At this moment, he fell into hesitation.

He subconsciously asked back:
"What about Wu State?"

"With my brother not here, Han Yanzi might use them as nourishment for his cultivation!"

In the thick fog, my father's voice could be heard faintly:

"...let nature take its course."

"Let nature take its course?"

Wang Yian repeated these four words in a daze.

In my mind, I couldn't help but recall every detail of the past twenty years in Wu State.

Although I spent a very short time there, it seemed to be more fulfilling than the hundreds of years I had lived in the past!
This hesitation only lasted for a moment before it resolutely turned into a look of determination.

He looked towards the thick fog where no figure could be seen at all.

whispered:
"Dad, I don't understand your plan!"

"I only know that in life, there are always some things that we should be willful about!"

He bowed towards the depths of the thick fog, with a look of guilt in his eyes:

"Please tell my father, mother and master that Yi An is unfilial and wants to follow his own path!"

The words fell.

From within his body, from the aura of swordsmanship, a mighty blood energy suddenly emerged, which was completely different from his original swordsmanship true meaning!
The aura of Zhenwu and the cultivators are intertwined.

next moment.

The true meaning of swordsmanship and the blood of Zhenwu are like two distinct but entangled long dragons, soaring into the sky!

The blood is red as fire and the sword is cold as frost.

At this moment, thunderclouds gathered and the roar continued!
With his long hair flying, Wang Yian's figure stepped higher and higher into the sky, his face looking wild and his expression full of flamboyance!

Face the thunder with generosity!
In thick fog.

Wang Ba's footsteps paused slightly, barely perceptible.

He tilted his head slightly and sighed softly.

But then it returned to normal and walked into the depths of the fog.

Behind him, a huge thunder submerged Wang Yian's figure... (End of this chapter)