Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Deep in the Yae Sea.

The sea water is rippling and fish are swimming around.

Qin Lingxiao was dressed in white, standing alone in the dark deep sea.

He stared blankly at the figure in front of him, which was becoming increasingly vague and even somewhat transparent. The man in the black scale robe.

The man in the black scale robe looked at her calmly. Although they were only a few feet apart, her voice seemed to come from another world:

"Why...are you here?"

Qin Lingxiao woke up as if from a dream, lowered his head, then looked up at the other party again, his voice slightly deep:

"You are one. If the nature of your true self changes, will your incarnation also change?"

The man in the black scale-robed robe had a calm expression:

"You... found... the real body?"

Hearing the intermittent voice, Qin Lingxiao finally noticed something strange. He quickly scanned the other party with his spiritual sense, but was surprised to find that she was completely unaware of the existence of the man in black scale robe.

It was as if the person talking to her was just a projection of a non-existent object.

"What's going on with you?"

she asked quickly.

"Assimilated by the boundary membrane... and unable to escape..."

The voice of the man in the black scale-robed robe did not change at all.

"Assimilated by the membrane?!"

Qin Lingxiao's heart trembled, and he subconsciously flashed and stretched out his hand to grab it, but as expected, he grabbed nothing.

Looking at the man in black scale robe in front of him in disbelief:
"You, you're still alive?"

Once assimilated by the boundary membrane, the ending will be the same as that of those predecessors who sacrificed their lives to repair the sky when the sky collapsed in the past.

The true spirit is annihilated, and the Dao Realm becomes part of the boundary membrane.

However, the man in black scale-robed robe in front of him, although he spoke slowly, was still able to speak, and he was not like those predecessors.

Therefore, Qin Lingxiao was naturally surprised and suspicious.

The man in black scale robe said calmly:
"Twenty or thirty years from now... there will be no me anymore."

Hearing this, Qin Lingxiao's heart sank immediately:
"Is there no other way?"

The man in black scale robe said indifferently:
"I do not know."

"I don't know?"

Qin Lingxiao frowned slightly:
"what can I do for you?"

"I can't help..."

The man in black scale robe spoke calmly and asked:

"What... do you want to see me for?"

Qin Lingxiao was startled and lowered his head slightly.

She just didn't want to believe that the man could really become so cruel that even her own son was just a pawn in his hands.

That's why I came here, to get confirmation.

However, the Yuanci Taoist in front of her was obviously unable to help her confirm the man's situation.

Shaking his head sadly:

"Nothing... You are his incarnation. Are he and you the same?"

Yuanci Taoist obviously understood what she meant, and a very subtle, imperceptible trace of pity flashed across his indifferent eyes.

He did not speak, but a thought was transmitted into Qin Lingxiao's consciousness:
"I am him at different times, and also part of his true nature, just like a stream flowing, it will eventually return to one."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lingxiao couldn't help but look at the Taoist Yuanci. Apart from his robe, the Taoist Yuanci in front of him was exactly the same as the man in the secret realm of Wanfa Peak in terms of temperament and expression.

He shook his head slightly and whispered:

"I understand... Take care, fellow Daoist. If I can come back this time, I will definitely find a way to rescue you."

After saying that, without waiting for Yuanci Taoist's response, she turned around and flew towards the sea.

But at this moment, the voice of Yuanci Taoist sounded again in the deep sea:
“…Wait a minute.”

Qin Lingxiao was startled and turned his head.

But then she saw a gray divine light suddenly fly out from the black scale robe sleeve of Yuanci Taoist and fall into her sleeve.

"This is?"

Qin Lingxiao's heart was shocked.

The voice of Yuanci Daoist also sounded again:

"Take it."

The words fell.

Qin Lingxiao only felt the rhythm of Tao flowing around her. With her cultivation level of the middle stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm, and practicing together with Taoist Yuanci, she still could not understand the other party's methods. Her body swayed slightly uncontrollably, and when she reappeared, she found that she had appeared on the sea.

"Palace Master!"

"Palace Master."

Seeing Qin Lingxiao's figure suddenly appear, the Yuanci Palace mages around him hurriedly surrounded him.

Qin Lingxiao did not react at all, but carefully felt the gray divine light in her sleeves, and her expression was shocked.

She vaguely felt that this gray divine light seemed to be stronger than the last time it scared Han Yanzi away.

He glanced at the deep sea below with complicated eyes.

It is obvious that the two of them practiced the Yuanci Taoism almost at the same time, but the gap between them now is beyond reason.

My heart suddenly became more complicated.

"It's a pity that he was assimilated by the boundary membrane and couldn't leave. Otherwise, if he met Han Yanzi, he might not be a match for him."

Just thinking about it.

Suddenly, she couldn't help but turn her head and look towards the location of Tianjing City in the east.

At this moment, the monk's mysterious perception caused a silent surge of heart-wrenching pain in her heart.

The pain even caused a tear to quietly fall from the corner of her eye.

She instinctively raised her hand to wipe it away, but when she saw the tear in her hand, she felt a strong sense of uneasiness, making her feel irritated, anxious, and other emotions at that moment.

"Let's go! Let's go back to Tianjing City first!"

Half a day later.

Qin Lingxiao, who led the crowd, stared blankly at the entire Tianjing City below, which was now deserted - if this could still be considered Tianjing City.

All I see is ruins...

"Father--"

……

"The Qin family is doomed..."

Inside Chunyang Palace.

Zhao Feng and a group of incarnation elders all had solemn expressions.

Qin Lingxiao visited him personally not long ago and strongly advocated the benefits of forming an alliance with the Wu Kingdom.

However, just a few days later, the tragic news came that the entire Qin family had been abducted.

The only remaining Qin Lingxiao, according to the scouts sent by the sect, has already led the people from Yuanci Palace to the direction of Huangji Continent.

Even though the top leaders of Wanxiang Sect had already reached a consensus to accumulate strength and bide their time, they still wavered a little when they suddenly heard the news.

These are not those casual cultivators or mortals who have only heard of but never seen, but an old force that has had a friendship with the Wanxiang Sect for tens of thousands of years.

They were held captive for one night, and during the entire process, they didn't even receive any news.

"Too scary... Even though the Qin family is now severely weakened, they were able to achieve this in such a short period of time. Han Yanzi's methods are becoming more and more unpredictable!" "If this continues, we will just sit back and watch Han Yanzi grow stronger... Why don't we split some of our people and join forces with Tai'a Master of Youxian Temple and Wu State to fight against Han Yanzi together!"

"No! Deputy Sect Leader Wang told us not to attack rashly in order to accumulate strength and use it at the critical moment. If we split our forces into two groups, wouldn't that be exactly what Han Yanzi wants?"

"Moreover, if we all go, the sect will be empty. If Han Yanzi takes the opportunity to launch a surprise attack, I'm afraid the past events of the Changsheng Sect will repeat themselves."

Everyone in the hall was talking about it.

Zhao Feng also had a frown on his face.

He naturally trusted Wang Ba's inference, but facing the current situation, he couldn't help but feel shaken.

"Changyang Shenshan is still flying towards Huangjizhou. Should we save him or not?"

Countless thoughts came to mind, but Zhao Feng finally made a decision:

"Let's follow the deputy leader's instructions and keep our troops in place!"

After hearing Zhao Feng's decision, the people in the hall did not immediately reach a consensus as usual. Instead, a rare dispute broke out.

Guan Ao stood out among the crowd, not conspicuous.

He listened silently to the words of the monks around him, and pieced together many details in his mind bit by bit.

"Wang Ba... this person should not be underestimated. He is very good at deduction... The spirit of the weapon has paid attention to him before."

While thinking these things in his mind, he was also chatting quietly with other monks. During the conversation, they were talking about the raft for transcending tribulation, intentionally or unintentionally.

……

call--

The huge blood-red sheep-head sacred mountain was roaring above the vast land.

Majestic, majestic, magnificent, strange...

On the sacred mountain, countless monks from the Demon Sect were like ants. They dug out countless caves on the waist of the sacred mountain and moved back and forth, escorting the confused monks and mortals.

The air was filled with blood and murderous aura.

On this day, a group of monks in ragged clothing hurried to the front of the sacred mountain. Then, led by a stern young man in black, they respectfully bowed in the direction of the top of the sacred mountain:
"Shenfu, I want to see the Supreme!"

After counting the breaths.

A dark voice came faintly from the sacred mountain:

"How's it going?"

Shen Fu looked ashamed and lowered his head even lower:

"Reporting to the Supreme Lord, the number of True Warriors in the capital of Wu State far exceeds ours. Even if they form a formation, we are no match for them."

"Please punish me, Supreme Lord!"

"Is it?"

On the sacred mountain, an old man's voice with a deep meaning was heard, and then he said quietly:

"In order to defeat the True Warrior, the Sect Master broke into the Wu Kingdom alone. Although he was seriously injured and retreated, he did his best. How can we talk about punishment?"

"Come up."

Shen Fu felt a little depressed, but he did not dare to delay and quickly flew towards the top of the sacred mountain.

Not long after, he saw an old man in green standing on the top of the mountain. He was making hand gestures with his fingers, as if calculating something.

Moving his eyes slightly, he saw two early stage Jindan cultivators not far away, with dazed looks in their eyes, as if they had completely lost their minds.

My heart suddenly condensed:
"It's the two gods of the Qin family!"

"When did he take action against Qin?!"

The only two countries in the entire Fenglin Continent that have cultivators who have reached the level of Divine Transformation are Da Jin and Dayan.

Therefore, he was well aware of all the currently active Jindan cultivators in various sects, and naturally recognized these two people at once.

Just as he was about to inquire about something, the old man in green seemed to have noticed that the two gods of the Qin family were a bit too conspicuous standing here, and he smiled and said:
"The Qin family was indeed defeated. They only sent a clone and easily defeated them."

With a wave of his sleeves, the two men disappeared.

The old man in green then put his palm seal into his sleeve.

Shen Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and a barely perceptible gleam of brilliance flashed across his eyes.

He lowered his head slightly, as if he didn't see anything at all.

"I heard that the person who defeated you is called Wang Yian?"

The old man in green put away the two gods-transforming monks and finally got to the point, asking slowly.

Shen Fu said solemnly:
"Yes, this person is very good. He is good at swordsmanship and can also use the Zhenwu method. I was not careful for a moment and fell into his trap."

"I see."

The old man in green nodded slightly, then changed the subject:
"In comparison, the effect of using True Warriors is better than that of ordinary cultivators."

Shen Fu's eyes narrowed slightly:

"What the Supreme is saying is that we should capture more True Warriors?"

"Haha, we don't have a choice. Now the four continents are all controlled by the Wu Kingdom. It doesn't matter who we choose."

The old man in green smiled and shook his head.

Shen Fu quickly saluted and said:
"Then I will arrange it..."

"That's not necessary."

The old man in green smiled at Shen Fu, but there seemed to be an unspeakable deep meaning in his smile:
"That Wang Yian is not even your opponent. I am a little curious. This time I will go there in person... The Sect Master has worked hard and is seriously injured. It is better for him to return to the Sect and recuperate."

"This……"

Shen Fu was stunned, and his mind was working rapidly.

However, he still failed to see the deeper meaning behind the other party's arrangement.

He hesitated and said:
"I am only slightly injured... If the Supreme Lord needs anything, I will be there for you."

"No need. Now that the Martial Ancestor is gone, even if there is the Young Sword Ancestor, it is just a flash in the pan... You are the leader of a sect. If you are ill, wouldn't it be a joke?"

The old man in green said this with a kind expression, waved to Shen Fu and said with a smile:
"Come, let me see how it goes."

Shen Fu flew over quickly with a flattered smile on his face.

The old man in green reached out and gently pressed on Shen Fu's shoulder. Feeling that Shen Fu was indeed seriously injured, he finally nodded:
"Yes, your injuries are indeed serious. Go back and have a good rest. You have been busy all these years and have worked hard. You can take all the healing pills in the sect for yourself."

Shen Fu couldn't help but reveal a look of surprise and guilt:
"Shenfu is incompetent, which worries the Supreme. But Shenfu wants to stay by the Supreme's side. Even if he does nothing, just watching, he feels that he has gained a lot."

"it is good!"

The old man in green patted Shen Fu with satisfaction, but then shook his head and said, "I will not allow you to refuse."
"Recovering from my injuries is the most important thing. Of course, I appreciate your kindness."

"I am not in the sect, so you must protect the sect well."

Shen Fu heard the other party's refusal and hurriedly bowed again. Then he did not dare to delay and quickly left Changyang Sacred Mountain.

Seeing Shen Fu leave, the old man in green showed an interested look on his face.

"Shen Fu... Hehe, this time, you can't tip off, right?"

The sacred mountain quickly flew towards Huangji Continent.

After crossing the vast East China Sea, they finally encountered a series of dark forts that had been heavily guarded on the coast of Huangji Continent.

As soon as the sacred mountain appeared, fifth-level true warriors hurried over from their respective distant places.

After more than 20 years of hard work, under the careful planning of the two martial ancestors Wang Xu and Wang Yian, the "Zhenwu Sutra" of the Wu Kingdom was widely spread, and the number of fifth-level Zhenwu practitioners finally saw a surge.

In a very short period of time, several fifth-level true warriors flew to this remote coastal fortress.

However, Changyang Divine Mountain did not seem to react at all, allowing these true warriors to gather rapidly.

It was not until a blood-red sword light came flying from afar and gathered in front of a group of fifth-level true warriors that there was finally a hint of movement in Changyang Divine Mountain.

An old man in green stepped out slowly, staring at the young man carrying a sword who walked out of the blood-red sword light. After seeing the other person's appearance, he suddenly smiled and said:

"You are the son of Wang Ba from the Wanxiang Sect, right?" (End of this chapter)