Longevity, starting from raising chickens

The vast, dark and silent sea of ​​emptiness.

There are twinkling stars in the distance.

A large bird was carrying a dark realm that was slightly smaller than its body, and was slowly traveling through it...

"Fan Ming's speed is not slow, even if he carries a world on his back... the size of this world sea is far beyond our initial imagination."

In the Jiemo Dojo, there is an antique tea pavilion at the highest point.

Sitting here, you can have a panoramic view of the inside and outside of the dojo, as well as the outside world.

Zhao Feng frowned and withdrew his gaze from outside the boundary.

He looked at Jiang Yi, who also had a serious expression on his face, and Wang Ba, who was calculating with his fingers.

About two days have passed since we left the starting point.

In the eyes of the monks in the past, such time was just a fleeting moment, and it was not even worth it to go into seclusion.

Perhaps it was because this was the first time they had started their journey in the sea of ​​boundaries, and everyone felt a little uneasy.

Even someone as calm and composed as Zhao Feng had no idea how many times he had looked outside the boundary from the edge of the membrane.

Just two days seemed to be more unbearable than his seclusion for dozens or even hundreds of years.

After all, those are cultivation, and one can experience the beauty of improved cultivation, but there are so many worries in front of him.

There are unknown world eaters, unknown realms, and other unknown dangers lurking in the world sea.

Compared to this vast sea, what they know is too little.

Hearing Zhao Feng's words, Jiang Yi could not help but nod slightly, expressing his deep agreement:

"This world sea is indeed beyond my original expectations. I thought that the vastness described in the sect's classics was an exaggeration, but it seems that I am still shallow."

She originally wanted to use a secret method to shut herself up in a deathly seclusion, wait for thirty or forty thousand years, and then wake up when Master Chongyuan remembered that there was such a descendant in Xiaocang Realm and came to rescue her.

However, Wang Ba's plan to move Xiaocang Realm to the vicinity of Yuntian Realm still deeply shocked her.

Especially with the "Boundary Sea Star Map", a treasure for enlightenment, it can help her recover the strength of the Void Refining Realm more quickly.

The original intention of lying down was naturally no longer there, so he simply provided some suggestions to Zhao Feng and Wang Ba based on the miscellaneous knowledge he had learned in the Yuntian Realm.

"I don't know how long it will take to reach Yuntian Realm..."

Zhao Feng sighed.

Although he had no basis for this, he could feel that this journey would be difficult.

It might even be much more difficult than he imagined.

No matter how many difficulties there are, they will not be a worse choice than sitting and waiting for death.

The conversation between the two finally attracted Wang Ba's attention. He gently put away his palm and glanced outside the boundary through the membrane.

In the vast sea, there are only twinkling stars in the distance, which seems to be endless prosperity.

However, all I saw around me was chaos and emptiness.

There is no chaotic matter, no world eaters, and no realms to be seen...

No wind, no rain, no waves, no trouble.

Everything is nothing.

Wang Ba casually withdrew his gaze.

He had anticipated this situation, so he did not look around like Zhao Feng and Jiang Yi did, and said calmly:
"I don't know if the message Han Yanzi passed out of the boundary before was seen by the innate gods and demons in the boundary sea. If they have seen it, they must be on their way now. Brother, please pay attention. If you find a boundary eater, tell me immediately, no matter what realm he is in."

Zhao Feng nodded:
"I know. This is what I've been worried about."

Jiang Yi comforted:
"There's no need to worry too much. It will take time for Han Yanzi to release the news. We left Xiaocangjie almost on the second day of the catastrophe. We are already far away now. Even if the innate gods and demons who received the news arrived, they would only see an empty place. At most, they would think that someone was fooling them."

"It would be best if it were so."

Wang Ba sensed the burden in the two men's hearts, and although he was still alert in his heart, his tone was slightly relaxed.

At this moment, a figure covered in green flew over hurriedly.

"Sect Master, Deputy Sect Master, Senior Jiang."

"What's the matter, Elder Ling Weizi? Do those independent cultivators have any objections? Or do the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple have any ideas?"

Zhao Feng looked puzzled.

Although it was only two or three days, the Wanxiang Sect had already prepared for the catastrophe, so many matters in the entire temple were quickly arranged.

The three sects were re-established, and all the independent practitioners were given places to go.

Of course, this was all based on the promotion and dramatic expansion that the dojo had gained by emptying the Ogura world.

Although it is not as large as the former Great Jin, it is nearly half the size, and the resources within the Taoist temple are more abundant, enough to accommodate so many monks.

A situation was formed in which the Wanxiang Sect was the most respected, the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple were auxiliary, and there were some scattered practitioners mixed in.

It’s not that the Wanxiang Sect is unwilling to annex the two sects and the independent cultivators. With the current power of the Wanxiang Sect, it can easily take them down without even Wang Ba taking action.

Instead, considering what kind of situation the Kokura world will encounter next, it is better to retain each sect, method and person, as they may come in handy at any time.

This was also the idea of ​​the Wanxiang Sect when they were building the treasure raft for overcoming tribulations. They tried every possible means to collect all kinds of natural treasures, skills, spirit beasts and even talents in various arts, just to be prepared for any emergency when crossing the sea of ​​boundaries in the future.

After hearing what Zhao Feng said, Ling Weizi, who had hurried over, immediately realized that Zhao Feng had misunderstood his tone.

He immediately explained:
"It was the Changsheng Sect. We handed over the half of the Immortal God Tree that was contaminated by the Blood Dao that we salvaged earlier to Liang Wuji, but Liang Wuji took it back, saying that it was obtained by Deputy Sect Master Wang from Han Yanzi and was not their Changsheng Sect's property."

"The Immortal Tree? They don't even want it?"

Zhao Feng couldn't help but said in surprise.

In Han Yanzi's hands, the Immortal Tree blossomed with abilities no less than those of a Void Refining cultivator.

This kind of treasure, after a little bit of ritual and refining, can become a treasure that can protect the clan.

Although the two sects are as close as brothers, it shouldn't be like this, right?
But after he finished speaking, Zhao Feng suddenly came to his senses.

"It seems that the half of the Immortal God Tree was too heavily polluted by the blood path. The people of the Changsheng Sect were unable to remove it. There was no other use for it, so they simply sent it back and still managed to owe a favor."

I looked back at Wang Ba, and saw that Wang Ba nodded slightly.

He nodded immediately and said:
"Then take it."

Ling Weizi heard this and said:
"Okay, then I will go and get this immortal tree back."

After saying that, he left.

But Wang Ba suddenly spoke up to stop them:
"Uncle Master, wait a minute."

Ling Weizi turned his head in confusion:

"Deputy Sect Leader, is there anything else?"

Wang Ba looked calm:

"Uncle Master, please tell Liang Wuji that three years later, the Changsheng Sect in Li's Fishing Village on the Nanhai River in Dongsheng Shenzhou will allow one person to enter the realm, but he must not disturb the mortal world. Otherwise, don't blame the Wanxiang Sect for not talking about brotherhood."

"This……"

Ling Weizi's mind turned slightly, and he immediately reacted. He looked at Wang Ba in surprise, and then nodded seriously:
"I know. I'll go tell Liang Wuji. He was heartbroken when An Changshou died. Now that he heard the news, he must be overjoyed."

Seeing that Ling Weizi understood what he meant, Wang Ba smiled slightly:
"Thank you for your help, uncle."

"Nothing, just running an errand."

Ling Weizi smiled and flew away quickly.

Zhao Feng remembered that Wang Ba accepted Song Dongyang as his apprentice, so he was not too surprised. However, after this interruption, he remembered something:

"Oh, right, Junior Brother asked me to order people to refer to Daoshengzhou's Hanging City for refining suspended magic tools. The Land Objects Hall has already responded. The magic tools are not difficult to refine. They have already made several solutions, and they can be refined on a large scale in an instant. However, the materials are very troublesome. If you want a material comparable to that of a seventh-tier magic tool, it is really..."

Wang Ba frowned slightly when he heard this:

"What is the lowest level that the material grade can be reduced to?"

"At least sixth-grade upper grade."

Zhao Feng replied quickly.

"Sixth-level upper grade?"

Wang Ba frowned even deeper.

The sixth-grade and seventh-grade items may seem to be only one level apart, but their rarity is incomparable.

But this was still not the result he wanted.

Then he asked, "How much do you need?"

Zhao Feng was obviously very concerned about this matter and had carefully studied it. He almost blurted out:

"According to Junior Brother's request, in order to cover half of the Xiaocang Realm's membrane and support the weight of the entire Xiaocang Realm, the Land Object Hall estimates that at least 7,000 such instruments must be guaranteed. One such instrument is estimated to consume more than a thousand kilograms, not to mention other auxiliary materials. After calculating the failure of refining and the consumption of fire, it is estimated to be around 8 million kilograms."

Eight million kilograms of sixth-grade high-quality spiritual materials...

Wang Ba's heart sank.

“It’s a lot worse.”

He is not a hard-working monk who only knows how to practice. He has been promoted from the Landforms Hall, which is in charge of many resources in the sect. I am afraid that even the master of the Landforms Hall does not know as much about the resources of the sect as he does.

As far as he knew, most of the sixth-level spiritual materials in the sect were consumed on the Tribulation Raft. There were many types of the remaining materials, but the number of each one was only a few thousand kilograms at most. Compared with these eight million kilograms, it was simply a drop in the bucket.

"Even if the Spiritual Minerals Department cultivates minerals, it will take at least 1,800 years to produce a batch. Even if all the land in the dojo is planted with spiritual minerals, it will take 20,000 to 30,000 years."

After a quick thought, he gave up on this path.

The suspended magical weapon was a means to maintain the stability of the Xiaocang world after Fan Ming became powerless.

As for when Fan Ming would be exhausted, he had a rough idea in his mind. Even if he continued to replenish his spiritual energy, it would only take about thirty years.

This amount of time is unimaginable for a mortal. After all, who can work for so long in one go?

But for a divine beast like Fan Ming who has already entered the seventh level and has infinite power and a terrifying size, it is too short.

This also shows how heavy the burden of translation is for the Ogura world.

Their top priority is to refine these suspended magical instruments as quickly as possible within these thirty years.

And if we wait until the spiritual minerals and materials planted by the Spiritual Mining Department grow large enough to be harvested, I am afraid that the Xiaocang Realm will no longer exist.

Wang Ba frowned and thought deeply, then suddenly asked:
"Have you only asked the weapon refining master in our sect about this plan?"

Zhao Feng was rarely stunned, and nodded:
"Among the three sects, our sect's weapon refining master should be the most experienced... Junior brother, do you mean to ask the Changsheng Sect and Youxian Temple?"

Wang Ba nodded, and then seemed to have thought of something, and added:
"Not just the two sects...I will issue a call for all cultivators in the entire dojo, including independent cultivators. Anyone who can lower the standards on this plan and achieve the same or slightly lower effect will be rewarded handsomely. If it is finally adopted, they can get my personal guidance."

Hearing Wang Ba's words, Zhao Feng's expression couldn't help but become solemn.

Although Wang Ba did not emphasize the importance of this matter to him, he also saw some clues from the reward Wang Ba gave, and said in a deep voice:
"I'll have someone arrange it right away... Junior Brother, these suspended magical instruments must be very important, but even if these weapon refining masters can lower their requirements a little, they still weigh millions of kilograms of sixth-level spiritual materials..."

Hearing the worry in Zhao Feng's tone, Wang Ba smiled slightly, with a bit more calmness and confidence on his face:

"In all these years, when have you ever seen me fight a battle I wasn't sure of winning?"

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

Without any delay, he quickly flew out of the tea pavilion and went to Chunyang Palace to gather people.

Seeing Zhao Feng leave, Wang Ba's expression gradually darkened.

He had actually lied just now. Although he did have a way to solve the problem of these spiritual materials, it would also take time.

He didn't know whether he could finish it before Fan Ming became exhausted.

What's more important is that after Fan Ming is exhausted, he still needs to replenish spiritual energy or chaos source to recover from the consumption.

Now there is still a huge amount of spiritual energy stored in the temple for supply, but if it happens too often and the next place containing chaos source is not found, this method will be difficult to implement.

"It's true that you don't know until you try it, and you realize how frightening it is after you try it..."

Sigh.

I haven't really lost confidence.

Just as I was thinking about it, Ling Weizi's voice soon came from far below:
"Deputy Sect Leader Wang, the Sect Leader ordered me to deliver this item to you."

Wang Ba and Jiang Yi in the tea pavilion used their spiritual sense to sweep the area and saw the blood-red sacred tree below that looked like a sheep's head.

Wang Ba pondered for a moment, then thought of something, but still looked outside with some concern.

Jiang Yi said:
"I'll watch. If anything happens, I'll inform you immediately."

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba did not refuse and bowed to Jiang Yi.

"Thank you for your help, Senior Jiang."

Jiang Yi dodged slightly to the side.

Wang Ba then flew down from the tea pavilion and soon saw the immortal tree that was stained by blood in the sect.

Blood and energy filled the air, crawling around like maggots.

But I saw it waving like a ghost's hand, and its branches and joints were twisted and curved, like the pale and creepy bends of human bones.

Its leaves are as red as blood and sound like ghostly weepings. When blown by the wind, they look like the faces of people who died unjustly, staring at people while swaying.

Weird, evil, strange and terrifying.

Anyone who sees it will say that it is a bloody evil creature. How can it be connected to the immortal treasure like the Immortal Tree of the Changsheng Sect?
Wang Ba understood why Zhao Feng did not put this item into the Wanxiang Treasure House, but asked Ling Weizi to give it to him.

In fact, apart from him, there might be no one else in the dojo who can handle this thing.

There was no reaction between it and the half of the Immortal Tree that suppressed the dojo. It was obvious that it had been deeply polluted by the blood and could no longer be restored.

Shake his head slightly.

With a wave of the long sleeves, it is as if the universe enters the sleeves!

In an instant, this immortal tree, which occupied a huge area, fell directly into his sleeve.

Wang Ba did not stay either. He said something to Ling Weizi and flew into the secret realm of Wanfa Peak.

He has moved all the people in the secret realm into the world below.

It’s not that he doesn’t care about the incense offerings from these mortals, but after Song Dongyang collects the incense offerings in Xiaocang World, 90% of them will be offered to Xiaocang World.

The rest is shared by the guardian gods.

However, incense and fire are of no great use to Cang Fuzi, so they all belong to Wang Ba.

Wang Ba returned to the secret realm.

Only then did he have time to glance at Wang Yian and Wang Qingyang who were being taken care of by Bu Chan outside the secret realm.

The brother and sister both suffered a great disaster this time.

But fortunately, he did not lose his life.

Seeing that the bodies of the two had been reshaped, although their consciousness had not yet awakened, he had no time to take care of them.

He raised his hand and released the Immortal Tree.

boom!
A loud noise startled all the spirit beasts in the entire secret realm.

After releasing the Immortal Tree, Wang Ba did not stop, and then summoned a blood unicorn the size of a palm.

The Blood Qilin looked around in confusion, and when he saw Wang Ba, he subconsciously took two steps back, like a little puppy.

However, when he saw the immortal tree that looked like the Sheep Horn Mountain next to it, his eyes lit up instantly!
There was an extreme desire in those red eyes.

But perhaps it was because of its previous experience that it was frightened, and although it was extremely eager, it did not dare to take a step forward.

Looking at the Blood Qilin staring at the Immortal Tree in fascination, but not daring to get close to it easily, he would turn back from time to time to look at his well-behaved appearance.

Wang Ba's gaze could not help but move slowly between the Blood Qilin and the Immortal Tree.

"Zhenwu Sutra..."

The Ice Taoist has been merged by him, so naturally one of the original three incarnations is vacant.

Naturally, he thought of re-refining his incarnation, and the direction was naturally the way of Zhenwu.

Thinking of Wang Xu, he sighed quietly in his heart.

I didn't think too much at this moment, but quickly focused my mind.

The reason for choosing the Zhenwu Way is because it can be mastered quickly. Perhaps in just a few hundred years, one can obtain a sixth-level incarnation.

Although it is better than nothing in the sea of ​​​​boundaries, the cost-effectiveness of input and output is too high. This is why he wants to leave true warriors in Northern Juluzhou.

When traveling in the sea of ​​​​boundaries, every bit of strength is crucial and cannot be wasted.

From this perspective, refining the Blood Qilin seems more appropriate.

Although it looks very small, he can actually feel clearly that this palm-sized blood unicorn is already a divine beast at the level of incarnation.

As an incarnation material, it is already a bit of a waste.

In comparison, this immortal tree contaminated by blood is itself a sixth-rank spiritual plant. After being cultivated by Han Yanzi in some unknown way, its grade has not changed, but it seems to have gained a bit more spirituality. If it is trained patiently, it may be able to be used for one's own benefit.

"only……"

Wang Ba felt the awe, cleverness and spirituality revealed in the two little eyes of the Blood Qilin. He couldn't help but shake his head slightly and looked towards the Immortal Tree.

Then finally a decision was made.

The divine consciousness quickly weaved a mark and pressed it into the immortal tree.

next moment.

A shrill scream that sounded like a human voice came from the Immortal Tree!

The Blood Qilin was so frightened that it shuddered and turned into a ball of blood mist on the spot and drilled down.

"It really has some intelligence, but it looks more like a vicious spirit."

There wasn't much surprise on Wang Ba's face.

The Immortal Tree is also a living being, so there is no problem using it as material for the technique of nurturing the fetus and incarnation.

Especially since it is soaked in blood and filled with a large amount of blood energy, it is suitable to be used to refine the Zhenwu incarnation.

The next step is to quietly wait for the Immortal Tree to transform into a fetus and give birth to an incarnation.

However, Wang Ba did not have to wait long before he received a message from Zhao Feng and Jiang Yi in a very serious tone:
"Someone is coming from outside the boundary!" (End of this chapter)