Longevity, starting from raising chickens

"Welcome back to the sect!"

wow——

Shen Fu, who was accompanied by several monks, fell into the Primitive Demon Sect with a sullen face.

Changyang Sacred Mountain was taken away by Han Yanzi, and now all that remains in this area is a shocking blood-red depression.

Seeing Shen Fu's cold face, the Demon Sect monks guarding the formation did not dare to offend him. After saluting respectfully, they quickly moved aside.

Shen Fu didn't care. He looked around the sects with a barely perceptible trace of anxiety and urgency.

But there was no flaw at all.

"I don't think they'll take all of them away..."

Shen Fu thought quickly in his mind:

"Han Yanzi has always been cautious, and a cunning rabbit has three burrows... He did not kill the two Qin family's incarnations, but left them alone. I think he was going to refine them into one of the nine sons..."

"He has two with him. According to his personality, there must be more in the sect."

"Where is it? It should be the secret place from before...but where is the secret place hidden?"

Shen Fu looked around anxiously again, scanning the surroundings with his spiritual sense over and over again.

Han Yanzi seldom leaves the sect alone, especially when he is still within the sect.

So this was one of the few opportunities he could take advantage of.

Once Han Yanzi completes his conquest of the Wu Kingdom and returns to the sect, there will never be another such suitable opportunity.

Therefore, he must complete this, which may be his last, search at the same time as Han Yanzi leaves the sect.

"Xiyin... Is he still there?"

His thoughts flowed, and he dispersed the many monks who followed him. He opened his palms slightly, and a dark tripod with four legs and two ears was immediately sacrificed.

As he silently chanted the mantra, the precious tripod emitted a faint light that seemed to flicker.

Shen Fu held the tripod in his hand and began to measure the sect step by step.

……

"The leader of the Demon Sect has surrendered and has returned to the sect. The Changyang Divine Mountain has now fallen on the Huangji Continent. A war may break out at any time."

The secret realm of beads.

Zhao Feng sat cross-legged opposite Wang Ba with a slightly gloomy expression.

Wang Ba smiled calmly and said:
"It doesn't matter. The more Han Yanzi attacks, the more flaws he will reveal... But, you just said that the leader of the Demon Sect has returned to the Demon Sect?"

Looking at the 'smile' on Wang Ba's face, Zhao Feng felt a little uncomfortable. He nodded and said:
"It was rumored before that he was seriously injured in the fight with Yi An. Now our people near the Demon Sect did see him return."

"By the way, this Demon Sect leader should be your junior brother, Shen Fu, right?"

Wang Ba nodded slightly, as if thinking about something:
"Yi An and Junior Brother are familiar with each other. Given Yi An's personality, he would not use heavy hands on Junior Brother. In this case, the so-called serious injury should be caused by Junior Brother himself."

He did not contact Shen Fu. After all, the other party was in the Demon Sect, and it was hard to say whether he was facing any crisis at the moment.

Zhao Feng's heart was moved when he heard this, and a strange look appeared on his face:
"Is he planning to..."

"It should be."

Wang Ba nodded. Being an almost absolutely rational person, he knew clearly the purpose of Shen Fu's actions.

The voice was slightly deep:
"It seems he has noticed something too."

Zhao Feng couldn't help but frown:

"If he really finds Han Yanzi's weakness, but there is no one to hold him back, it will be useless... Junior Brother, are we really going to watch this catastrophe happen? How long do we have to wait?"

Sensing the rare hesitation in Zhao Feng's heart, Wang Ba slowly stood up, walked past Zhao Feng, put his hands behind his back and looked up at the sky. A rare deep and distant flashed in his indifferent eyes, and he said in a low voice:

"Without destruction, there is no construction. With my original temperament, I would have intervened by now, but the outcome is totally unpredictable. I would most likely suffer heavy losses, or even the entire clan would be destroyed. This is not impossible. Now that I have merged with the incarnation, I have refined my emotions and freed myself from the constraints of the seven emotions and six desires. Only then can I dispel the heavy fog and see through the road ahead."

"What do you see?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but speak.

"A great crisis that could change you and me, and change the fate of this world, but it is also a great fortune that few people can experience."

Wang Ba did not look back, but calmly narrated what he had seen.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but frown even deeper when he heard this.

As the leader of the clan, his thoughts and concerns were different. He did not have any extravagant expectations for the so-called great fortune, but he only cared about one thing:

"Then the Wanxiang Sect...can it still be preserved?"

This time, Wang Ba shook his head slightly:
"I don't know."

"I don't know?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but stand up, and for the first time a hint of anger appeared on his face.

Wang Ba turned around and greeted Zhao Feng calmly:

"The world is turning upside down, the sun and the moon are hanging upside down. At this moment, who can be sure that it will succeed?"

"Han Yanzi dares to gamble, so why shouldn't we dare?"

"Brother, do you still not understand? Or has the position of the sect leader caused your sword to become dusty and your sword spirit to become rotten?"

"If that's the case, then you can only blame me for trapping you in the position of clan leader and wasting your talent."

Zhao Feng's whole body trembled, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to have grasped something.

Wang Ba continued to speak calmly, but there was a hint of indifference in his voice that chilled Zhao Feng's heart:

"If you are afraid of death... you will definitely die. Originally, I didn't want you to interfere. I really didn't want you to die... But now, I understand one thing even more clearly. Since the catastrophe is bound to come, everything must serve to survive this catastrophe. Even if I die, I must die with value."

His eyes met Zhao Feng calmly:

"So, you asked me when I would take action..."

"I do not know either."

"Maybe at this moment, maybe in the next moment... maybe I will wait forever, even if you all die."

Zhao Feng looked at Wang Ba. He knew that his fellow apprentice had temporarily changed his temperament due to his practice, but he still felt complicated.

He sighed and nodded:
"I understand... maybe it's really these years of hardship that have exhausted my spirit."

Then he turned around and walked slowly towards the exit of the secret realm.

In the moment before crossing the secret realm, he turned his head slightly, revealing his profile, and spoke a sentence, seemingly to Wang Ba, or to himself:

“But I never regret it.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode out of the secret realm.

The aura on his body seemed to have finally gotten rid of the heavy shackles at this moment, and the sword heart that had been honed for many years finally pierced through the thick dust at this moment.

For a long time in Fan Cage, he returned to nature.

In an instant, it was extremely bright!
In the sky, mighty thunderclouds quickly covered the entire Wanxiang Sect’s sky, and thunder roared as if the end of the world was approaching!

The next moment, a brilliant sword light broke through the thunderclouds...

Within the secret realm.

Wang Ba stood with his hands behind his back.

He didn't need to look to know the result.

As early as more than two or three hundred years ago, Zhao Feng's talent and background were enough to achieve the goal of becoming a god.

But in order to support his full-hearted practice, he clearly did not want to get involved in many miscellaneous tasks, but he still took over the position of sect leader from Qu Shentong.

From then on, except when attacking Zhongshengzhou, he almost never drew his sword again.

A sword cultivator who is skilled in fighting almost never uses his sword again, which in itself is the greatest test for a sword cultivator.

He also trained his mind through many miscellaneous tasks.

It seems that Zhao Feng has become mediocre in recent years.

However, all the preparations will eventually explode, and all the efforts will eventually blossom at some point in time.

A peerless swordsman who has been dormant for many years finally emerged today.

The transformation from dragon to snake was something that not only he but also Zhao Feng had to experience.

"Next...it's Han Yanzi's place."

Wang Ba looked indifferently at the void ahead.

Time is running out.

Once the fusion with the ice path is completed and his emotions return, then according to his nature, he may not follow his current thoughts and plans.

He took it calmly, but also hoped that his plan could go smoothly.

That's what he saw, perhaps a brighter future.

His eyes were cold, and at this moment he seemed to have traveled a long distance and seen the changes that were happening in Huangjizhou...

……

Huangjizhou, southwest coast.

Above the majestic black fortress, one after another fifth-level true warriors each occupied a position, faintly forming a large formation.

Inside the fortress, there were also fourth-rank true warriors operating the God-Breaking Crossbows, with solemn and alert expressions.

A young man in solemn battle robe and with a serious expression stood in front of the group of true warriors.

He had a blood-red sword on his back, and as if he had sensed the danger, the blood energy on the sword was faintly murderous and vibrated slightly.

"You are the son of Wang Ba from the Wanxiang Sect, right?"

Opposite, in front of a huge blood-red mountain shaped like a goat's horn stood an old man in green. He looked at the young man and suddenly smiled and spoke.

Facing the old man, the young man remained calm and asked:

"You are the Grand Master of the Original Demon Sect, right? Why haven't I seen your Sect Master?"

Hearing this, the real warriors in the back immediately burst into laughter.

Everyone knows that the leader of the Demon Sect was defeated by Young Sword Master. When it is mentioned at this moment, the meaning is obvious.

"You are quite sharp-tongued, just like your father."

Han Yanzi was not angry when he heard this. He just chuckled and then said seriously:
"Although there are some misunderstandings between me and your father, it does not affect my relationship with the Wu Kingdom. I do not want to start a war. If you give me 90% of the population of the Wu Kingdom, I promise you that I will never harm your Wu Kingdom..."

"Why is Mr. Han wasting so much time talking?"

The young man carrying the sword suddenly interrupted Han Yanzi's words. His face was calm, but there was a hint of the fierceness that comes naturally to a true warrior:
"If you want to fight, just do it. There are only true warriors who die in battle in Wu Country. There has never been a true warrior who begs for mercy or sells out his comrades!"

"Don't even think about taking them away, even if they are nine true warriors!"

Hearing the words of the young man carrying the sword, the morale of the true warriors behind him was high, and their faces showed recognition and respect.

And all around, more True Warriors quickly arrived and joined the formation formed by the True Warriors in front.

Han Yanzi, dressed in green, sighed and shook his head:

"If you don't know the time of day, you don't know the disaster... I gave you a chance to live for your father's sake, but unfortunately you didn't want to accept it." "But I'm just worried that there are not enough people here, so I'm willing to wait a little longer."

Upon hearing this, the young man carrying the sword naturally would not refuse such a good thing.

He didn't know what Han Yanzi's plan was, but he knew very well that the scattered True Warriors would surely be defeated, and only the True Warriors who united would have a chance to survive.

The true warriors came quickly and formed a formation.

Finally, dozens of fifth-level True Warriors and a large number of fourth-level True Warriors gathered together, and a terrifying column of blood and light slammed into the body of the young man carrying the sword.

The aura of the young man carrying the sword suddenly skyrocketed at this moment!

His eyes widened instantly, and his body was instantly filled with blood.

The bright red bloody aura permeated his entire body.

Although it seemed a bit difficult to control, at this moment, he was vaguely similar to the deceased Martial Ancestor Wang Xu.

"Looks like you're ready."

When Han Yanzi saw this scene, he was not surprised but happy and gave a praise.

The next moment, from the Blood-red Sheep-horn Mountain behind him, blood-red tree branches and roots like willow branches suddenly emerged, and they whipped towards the young man carrying the sword like a violent storm and a tsunami.

Although the young man carrying the sword was blessed with a huge amount of blood and energy and his aura was surging, his face was calm. He pointed his fingers into a sword, and the blood-red sword on his back made an exciting sword sound and then flew out from behind. The blood-red sword light was like a huge brush in the sky, moving like a dragon and a snake, and drawing with iron and silver hooks!

Wherever it passed, you could hear a series of crisp "ping ping ping" sounds.

Countless blood-red branches suddenly dimmed and fell down.

However, the blood-red sword light continued to move, and it was like a huge rafter, dancing in the air, stabbing towards the old man in green in mid-air.

Although the old man in green looked surprised, he remained calm and sighed:
"My father is indeed the reincarnation of a great fusion cultivator. He even has such skills in teaching the younger generation. Incredible, incredible!"

After saying that, he raised his hand, and a vast blood sea domain condensed below, and fell towards the group of fifth-level and fourth-level true warriors on the dock!
Wang Yian's expression changed!
He gritted his teeth, and the blood-red sword light not only did not stop, but instead whistled and slashed towards the old man.

At the same time, he dodged and landed under the Blood Sea Dao Domain.

"drink!"

He stepped on the air and raised his hands to the sky!

The blood was surging, and the pores on Wang Yian's body opened, and countless blood-colored steam burst out!
He actually lifted up the suppressed Blood Sea Domain out of thin air.

A look of surprise flashed across Han Yanzi's eyes.

"Can cultivators also practice the Way of True Martial Arts?"

Then he raised his finger and pointed, and dark blood energy emerged, colliding with the bright red sword light, and the sword light suddenly collapsed.

Wang Yian's strength was indeed beyond his expectations, but even so, he was still no match for the Martial Ancestor of the past.

Regardless of experience, realm, or bravery.

Even the Martial Ancestor was not his opponent, let alone Wang Yian, let alone him now, who is making progress every moment.

The next moment, he raised his hand again and pointed at Wang Yian, who was being suppressed by the Blood Sea Domain and could not move.

Just in this moment.

boom!
Countless whisk strands shot out and entangled Han Yanzi in an instant!
At the same time, a strange, twisted gray divine light, carrying the caster's extreme anger, came straight towards Han Yanzi's face!

Han Yanzi didn't care much at first, but when he noticed this gray divine light, his expression suddenly changed:

"It's the Magnetic Divine Light again!"

The blood and energy surged instinctively, directly breaking the whisk silk.

The painful cries of Patriarch Wuchen were heard from afar.

It was just a slight delay, but the gray divine light still seized the opportunity and pierced Han Yanzi's forehead in an instant!

The Blood Sea Dao domain dissipated silently.

A figure in white came down with several Yuanci Palace mages, and a Taoist priest also floated down at the same time.

His face was solemn and he stared at Han Yanzi with caution.

"It's Aunt Qin... Master Tai'a..."

When the young man with a sword on his back saw the two people, he was stunned at first, and subconsciously looked around, but did not see the imaginary figure. He felt a little disappointed.

But then his expression darkened.

Han Yanzi, who was clearly hit on the head by the Yuanci divine light, retreated to the Changyang Divine Mountain without any harm.

Although his expression was grim, he looked at Qin Lingxiao, who was dressed in plain clothes and had red eyes, and smiled:
“You killed me once, but fortunately, the two gods of your Qin family also provided me with two chances to survive, so it’s not a loss.”

Hearing this, the magnetic force around Qin Lingxiao suddenly fluctuated violently.

She stared at Han Yanzi, almost unable to contain the anger in her heart.

"Palace Master Qin, don't fall into your trap!"

The master of Tai'a Temple spoke hurriedly.

Han Yanzi sneered when he heard this:
"I just didn't expect it, but you guys are at your wit's end, so it's a good opportunity to send you here today, so I don't have to catch you again."

He raised his head slightly and saw thunderclouds gathering above his head. Then he lowered his head and looked around. His eyes swept over Qin Lingxiao, Tai'a Temple Master, Wang Yian and others one by one, revealing a smile:
"Including you guys, that should be enough!"

As soon as he finished speaking, in front of everyone's slightly changed gazes, his figure flashed, and several blood sea clones that looked like him flew out and pounced on several people...

Only a dozen breaths later.

The thunder fell and struck Han Yanzi.

However, Han Yanzi stood on the top of the sacred mountain unharmed.

Wait until the thunderclouds gradually dissipate.

He looked down at the figures below who were entangled by the branches of the Immortal God Tree one by one. Wang Yian, Qin Lingxiao, Tai'a Temple Master, and the dense crowd of True Warriors, despite their violent struggles, were shrouded by the Blood Sea Dao Domain and remained motionless... He smiled:
"Thanks to you, I have enough blood and energy. I don't have to waste time and energy looking for trouble with those ordinary True Warriors and mortals."

As he spoke, he waved his sleeves, and countless independent cultivators and mortal creatures that had been captured from Fenglin Continent were thrown out.

Then he raised his hand and made a gesture, with countless strange blood-colored lines appearing at the center, and demonic energy rising, but with a hint of weirdness and vague foreboding.

Huge blood-colored lines covered the surroundings.

"It's the blood sacrifice formation!"

Among the crowd, the master of Tai'a Temple was undoubtedly the most knowledgeable person. When he saw these blood-colored lines, his face suddenly changed in shock.

Han Yanzi showed no intention of paying attention.

He concentrated his attention on carving the array pattern.

At this moment, the master of Tai'a Temple could no longer keep his composure, and with a thought, a whisk flew out from his sleeve, and actually opened a gap in the branches of the sacred tree. The master of Tai'a Temple flew out without hesitation, and used all his magic power to chop the branches that trapped Qin Lingxiao and Wang Yian.

Han Yanzi's face turned slightly cold:
"I was still thinking about who to sacrifice first. Since you jumped out yourself, it must be you!"

As he spoke, he raised his finger.

Before the Tai'a Temple Master could dodge, his eyes widened slightly and he exploded into a ball of blood mist.

Suddenly, blood rain danced in the sky, and the shadow of the Tai'a Temple Master also dissipated with a trace of shame...

"Master Tai'a!"

A trace of sadness and anger suddenly flashed in Wang Yian and Qin Lingxiao's eyes.

Such a great monk who had achieved perfect enlightenment had his life ended in such a hasty way by Han Yanzi.

The blood energy filled the air all around, and was faintly absorbed by the surrounding blood-colored lines.

"The next one... is you."

Han Yanzi shifted his gaze slightly and looked at Wang Yian.

At this moment, Qin Lingxiao suddenly sneered and said:

"You are a demon sect, but you only know how to bully the weak. If you dare to go to the Eightfold Sea, I will respect you a little bit."

Han Yanzi's eyes fell on Qin Lingxiao and he shook his head slightly when he heard this:

"You want to delay time? Haha, what use can provocation have on someone like me?"

Qin Lingxiao's face darkened when his thoughts were revealed.

"But... since you said so, I will grant your wish."

Han Yanzi chuckled.

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his finger and stabbed Qin Lingxiao.

boom!
Qin Lingxiao instantly turned into a bloody mist!
"Aunt Qin!"

Wang Yian was shocked and angry, and struggled hard!

How could he not see that Qin Lingxiao was buying time for him.

But he didn't expect Han Yanzi to be so cruel and ruthless without any hesitation!

However, at this moment, a gray divine light suddenly flew out from the blood mist!
Han Yanzi's pupils shrank and he instinctively retreated quickly to a distance.

He stared at the gray divine light with suspicion.

Who knew that this gray divine light actually rolled up a ball of soul and flew straight to the west.

Watching the divine light leave, Han Yanzi's eyes condensed slightly, revealing a bit of fear, but in the end he did not chase after it.

His eyes immediately fell on Wang Yian.

He no longer hesitated, and quickly activated the blood sacrifice formation. Countless wandering cultivators and mortals instantly turned into balls of blood mist.

Next came the real warriors.

A huge amount of blood and energy rushed into the blood sacrifice formation. The originally empty space was also filled with blood. Amidst the roar, it actually began to slowly rotate.

It seems that Wang Yian has a unique physique and can withstand the blood sacrifice formation.

Han Yanzi's eyes turned slightly cold, and then he raised his hand and pointed at Wang Yian who was bound by the blood-colored branches.

Wang Yian was not afraid at all, but his eyes widened with anger:

"Han Yanzi, even though I die today, I can see that you will suffer a fate worse than death in the future!"

boom!
Wang Yian instantly turned into a ball of sword light and blood mist, twisting continuously.

"Oh, so noisy."

Han Yanzi sneered.

If he was really afraid of these verbal curses, how could he have come this far?

With a determination as strong as his, no matter how many difficulties there are, he will overcome them one by one!

However, at this moment, he suddenly felt a bone-chilling chill.

Turning his head, he suddenly saw a green-clothed figure like him, hovering above his back. His eyes were as cold as ice, yet seemed to be rolling and changing, staring at him quietly.

In a trance, he seemed to see two figures, one blue and one white, quietly overlapping.

However, Han Yanzi was not surprised but happy, and could not help but whisper:
"Wang Ba?!"

"Haha, you're finally here!" (End of this chapter)