Longevity, starting from raising chickens

Wang Hao's thoughts moved slightly.

An imperceptible flash of red flashed in his eyes.

next moment.

The middle-aged hunter in the snow below was suddenly startled and put down the short knife he was using to divide the snow wolf.

Suddenly he put on strange postures on the spot.

Li Yingfu was slightly surprised, but when he saw Wang Ba's expression remained unchanged, he immediately knew that he had done something wrong.

Watch it carefully immediately.

After all, he is a Nascent Soul cultivator and has extraordinary eyesight.

It soon became apparent that the Orion's posture, apart from being weird, actually seemed to be able to temper the energy and blood in his body.

And the effect is obvious.

It's just that this kind of training seems to be different from physical training.

"It's strange that the tempering method used by this true warrior does not seem to involve spiritual energy... Such training is like water without roots. Even if it is improved, how can it nourish the physical body and make it possible to live forever?"

Wang Bao shook his head slightly when he heard this:

"This method of a true warrior does not seek immortality."

As soon as he finished speaking, he fell from the flying boat.

He raised his hand and grabbed the Orion's arm.

Wang Ba then nodded secretly.

"The information about the true warrior is indeed true. This person's bone age is only more than thirty years old, but his remaining life span is only more than twenty years. Not to mention a monk, he is inferior to normal ordinary warriors."

"This method has no advantages other than forcibly increasing combat power."

Li Yingfu also fell down immediately:

"Director-General."

Wang Hao waved his hand gently:

"It's okay, I'm just a little curious. Let's go to Blackwater Port quickly."

Li Yingfu didn't ask in detail, and he and Wang Yan flew back to the flying boat.

Just as he was about to drive the flying boat away, his consciousness suddenly moved slightly.

"Ok?"

Subconsciously, he looked into the distance.

In the distant sky, several streams of dark and ominous light flew towards them.

It was menacing and made no attempt to conceal its hostility.

"Demon cultivator?"

Li Yingfu frowned slightly.

Wang Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.

The power of the Yin God quietly disappeared from his eyes.

The hunter woke up immediately, raised his hand and looked at it in confusion, and then began to divide the snow wolf in front of him.

The two of them did not run away, but waited calmly in place.

Not long after, those streams of light fell around the two of them, threatening to surround them.

Xu Shi saw that Wang and Yan were calm and relaxed, unlike ordinary people.

These people did not dare to do anything. The leader, an early-stage Jindan monk, opened his mouth and said:

"I am the elder of the Burning Gold Sect under the original Holy Sect of Dayan. Where did you come from and where do you want to go?"

"The Burning Gold Cult?"

Wang Hao glanced at Li Yingfu and saw that Li Yingfu was also a little confused. He immediately knew that it was a local small sect.

Li Yingfu also reacted, his face darkened, and he immediately released the aura of being a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Feeling Li Yingfu's aura, these people were shocked for a moment, and their faces immediately became nervous and solemn.

"It's Zhenjun!"

"Be careful!"

A few quick whispers.

The leader also had a stern look on his face and immediately took a defensive posture.

"Protector Li."

Wang Ba said softly.

Li Yingfu snorted lightly, and then said in a cold tone:

"We are members of the Wanxiang Sect of the Great Jin Dynasty and want to go to Heishui Port."

"Da Jin? Wanxiang Sect?"

Several people's expressions turned slightly grim.

Da Jin and Da Yan are adjacent to each other and occupy the western and northern parts of Fenglin Continent respectively. Naturally, it is impossible for them not to know about it.

As for the names of the three sects and one clan, although they have not come into contact with them, most of them are aware of them.

The original Holy Sect may not be afraid, but these small families can just use the name of the Holy Sect to show off in front of ordinary casual cultivators, but they would never dare to do this in front of behemoths like the Three Sects of the Great Jin Dynasty.

Especially recently, the Original Holy Sect has formed an alliance with the Wanxiang Sect to fight against the Kingdom of All Gods.

Naturally, they dare not neglect it.

A smile appeared on their faces.

The leader said carefully:

"May I ask if you have any proof?"

Then he quickly explained:

"It's not that we don't believe it, it's just that Sanzhou monks and barbarian bandits have appeared frequently in Guangling Country recently..."

Li Yingfu, however, impatiently threw out a token.

The leader of the Golden Core cultivator quickly caught it, glanced at the word "all things" on it, and felt the aura in it.

He immediately bowed his head respectfully and sent the token back.

"Your Majesty, please, Your Majesty, please."

Li Yingfu took back the token, then drove the flying boat and flew towards the north with Wang Ba.

Even as this group of people watched the flying boat go away, the smiles on their faces gradually disappeared.

One of them couldn't help but cursed fiercely:

"The Wanxiang Sect's bastard dares to poop and urinate on our heads! What the hell!"

This statement immediately attracted the echo of others.

"If the other party didn't have True Lord Nascent Soul, I would definitely refine them into golden slaves."

"When the Holy Sect unites Feng Linzhou, I will teach them how to look good!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

The leader of the Golden Core cultivator put away his smile, frowned and gave a low drink.

Everyone suddenly became quiet and looked at him eagerly.

The golden elixir monk took a deep breath, suppressed the anger that he had just groveled at, and frowned:

"Do you remember the appearance of these two people? When you go back later, you will report it to the Holy Sect!"

Several people vowed:

"I remember them all! A dark-faced man with ringed eyes and a leopard head, and a young girl..."

The leading Jindan monk nodded.

Someone in the crowd complained:

"There are too many things going on in Guangling Kingdom every day. We have to guard against the arrival of monks from the Three Continents, and we have to capture the true warriors. A few days ago, a rare treasure of the Fourth Holy Son of the Holy Sect was discovered in Guangling Kingdom. People took it away, and now even people from the Wanxiang Sect are coming!"

Upon hearing this, the Jindan cultivator couldn't help but look slightly gloomy.

This was exactly what he had in mind.

However, as an elder of the sect, he could not express his thoughts easily in front of the people below, so he immediately said in a deep voice:

"Okay! Stop talking nonsense. The mission given to us by the Holy Sect has not been completed yet. Hurry up and capture some real warriors and come back to deliver the mission. Otherwise, the Holy Sect will blame you. Don't say I didn't remind you."

Several people reluctantly handed it over.

Someone immediately noticed the middle-aged hunter who had cut up the snow wolf carcass in the snow below and was carefully hiding in the snow, and his eyes suddenly lit up:

"There is a mortal here..."

"Then why don't we catch him quickly and beat him to death, lest the Holy Sect finds out."

"Hey, that would be an advantage for me... yo! It's true! It's a pity that you are a first-level true warrior. It would be better if you are alive..."

Amid the laughter, a pool of blood slowly seeped out in the snow.

It’s just that no one cares.

……

"The desire of these demonic cultivators to plot the Great Jin Dynasty has never been extinguished."

"Now it is only because of the foreign enemies of the Three Continents and the Kingdom of the Gods that we have no choice but to form an alliance."

"The senior officials must also be aware of this. An alliance with the Original Demon Sect is nothing more than a temporary measure."

high in the air.

On the flying boat.

Li Yingfu and Wang Ba stood at the head of the flying boat and said solemnly:

"If we hadn't deterred the patrolling monks just now, I'm afraid there would have been a lot of trouble even if we revealed our identity."

Wang Hao nodded slightly.

He had been in the Demonic Sect, so he knew the greed and aggressiveness of the Demonic monks.

Especially the previous attack by the Demon Sect sword cultivator made him dare not or forget about it.

Even if the sect formed an alliance with the Demon Sect, he never gave up his vigilance.

That's why he deliberately used the power of Yinshen to change the appearance of the two of them.

Although it may not be of much use, it can solve some troubles.

However, he could understand the thoughts of the sect's senior officials.

The catastrophe is approaching. Instead of wasting energy on fighting, it is better to develop with all your strength. It is the wisest way to improve yourself as soon as possible before the catastrophe comes.

At this time, it is necessary to unite vertically and horizontally.

But this is not what he wants to think about after all.

The most important thing is to improve your strength as much as possible before the catastrophe.

"It's almost time to integrate into the Ice Dao, and then you can return to the sect and concentrate on cultivating yin and yang, divine patterns, Yuan magnetism, divine soul, and physical body... When the time comes, you can work together and use the sect's secret realm to reach Yuanying in one fell swoop."

"When we get to Yuanying, apart from losing to the Transformation God, Xiaocang Realm should be easily accessible."

Thinking of this, he looked at the snow country scenery in front of Feizhou, which was completely different from that of Dajin, and his mood suddenly broadened.

"How far is it to Blackwater Harbor?"

"almost."

……

Blackwater Port.

After the cold current from Beihai Continent in the north was blocked by the hurricane customs, there was still a little bit of wind and frost across the long sea, blowing on this extreme northern port day after day.

Although most of the chill in these winds and frosts has spilled into the North Sea.

But when it landed in Blackwater Port, it still turned the port into a silvery world.

Only the dark North Sea water at the port is still beating against the coast and port over and over again amidst the roaring sea wind.

The empty port was photographed, making it look increasingly cold.

"Cough cough!"

Along the harbor.

The monks were not affected by the weather and sat cross-legged on the platform specially built by the local monks.

Under the sitting platform, there was a faint spiritual energy rising, replenishing the losses caused by the monks to resist the cold.

However, there were some lower level Qi Refining Realm monks who could not afford the spirit stones and consumed a lot of mana. When the biting cold wind blew in their faces, they took a breath of the cold air with ice residue and couldn't help but cough violently.

"It's really eye-opening for a little Qi-refining guy to dare to take risks here..."

Among the monks waiting here, some couldn't help but sneered.

But his words were not recognized. Instead, they attracted a burst of sympathetic voices:

"If it weren't for the Kingdom of All Gods that destroyed Da Qi and many other countries, and the great flood drove the beasts from those three continents to occupy the land of our continent, why would these Qi Refining monks come here to fight for their lives? This world, alas!"

"Indeed, we are like a bereaved dog, we are no longer rootless, so what if we take some risks? It is better than sitting back and waiting to die at home. What Brother Taoist said is really inappropriate."

"What this fellow Taoist said is very close to my heart. Although we are building the foundation, what is the difference between us and these Qi Refining monks? Under the great disaster, we are all living toward death."

The monk who had just mocked him suddenly fell silent after hearing these words.

Regardless of whether they are local monks from Guangling Country or casual cultivators who have fled, they all feel depressed when they look at the haze in the sky that seems to never go away.

Everyone knows that the flood is coming.

However, no matter whether it is the monks from the Three Continents who frequently knock on the side or the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods who repeatedly invades, these marginalized people in the world of cultivation cannot see the slightest hope.

But there are always optimistic people:

"I heard that every time the Beihai Jue Dao is opened, someone will be lucky enough to find extremely precious treasures of heaven and earth. If they are donated to a large sect, they can even make an exception and be accepted as a disciple. I don't know if it is true or not."

His words immediately caused the monks at the port to come to talk and talk about the rumors they had heard:

"The last time the Jue Dao was opened, wasn't there a senior who had just established the foundation? I heard that he picked a ten thousand-year-old snow lotus and asked an elder of Dayan's Industry Sect to take the initiative to accept him as a disciple!"

"I know this. What you said is not quite right. That's not an elder, but the master of the Karma Sect!"

"And last time, I heard that a real person from the Original Holy Sect personally came forward to accept him as a disciple..."

In the crowd, someone suddenly said: "I heard that Linglong Ghost Market is also collecting things, and I don't know what their background is."

"Linglong Ghost Market?"

The monks in front of the port were suddenly stunned.

They knew about this Linglong Ghost Market, but no one had ever thought about it.

After this reminder, everyone suddenly woke up.

Someone couldn't help but respectfully asked a kind-hearted old man in the crowd who had never spoken and looked very ordinary:

"Master Tan, your status in Guangling Kingdom is extraordinary. What do you think?"

The monks immediately looked at the old man.

Just noticing the aura of golden elixir on the other party, they all stood up and saluted.

Feeling the expectant gazes of everyone, the old man had a gentle personality. After a slight hesitation, he still said:

"You don't have to be polite."

"I'm not going to hide it from you. I know a little more than you. This exquisite ghost market suddenly appeared a few years ago. It released a lot of precious elixirs and spiritual food. It is said that there are also two Yuan Ying Zhenjun is in charge... It is impossible to say that this has no foundation. I heard behind the scenes that it is a large sect in Dajin and recruits people regularly, but their requirements are quite high and it is not easy for ordinary people to get in."

"He's actually from Dajin?"

Everyone was suddenly surprised.

"How can a city from Da Jin be opened to Guangling Country? Does Da Yan allow it?"

"Yeah, didn't we often fight before?"

The old man shook his head and said:

"You don't know. This is a secret that only high-level monks know. As early as more than ten years ago, the original holy sect formed an alliance with the sects in the Jin Dynasty. I don't know the details, but I have heard that the great sect has formed an alliance. The people over at Yan mentioned it."

"An alliance?"

Everyone was quite surprised.

Then a ray of light lit up in his eyes:

"So, if we go to Beihai Continent and get some treasure by luck, we can also hope to go to Dajin?"

Someone said disapprovingly: "What are you going to do in Dajin? It is said that there are a lot of rules there. We are used to being idle. If we don't pay attention, we might be punished."

His words immediately provoked a rebuttal from insiders:

"Haha, you don't know this, right? There are a lot of rules in Dajin, but there is a lot of spiritual energy there. If you become a disciple of a large sect, you will eat elixirs like beans every day, and you will cultivate your body. If the earth rises, you can't go if you practice the devil's path, but we all practice ordinary skills, and you can go there like a fish in water."

"How can you say it so well..."

Just saying.

The monks suddenly froze.

Their intuition as practitioners made them look up.

But in the sky, a figure suddenly appeared speeding towards the port.

Before he could react, the figure had already fallen down silently.

Wearing a lavender robe, with a Taoist crown erect.

The breath is brilliant, making people feel a sense of awe.

The monks couldn't help but look away.

But then he was surprised to see the old man Jin Dan who had just spoken come out of the crowd and bowed respectfully:

"Xiao Xiu Zeng Kai, pays homage to True Lord Ying He (pronounced the same as 'He')!"

At the same time, more than ten figures flew out from the crowd and bowed to the visitor.

They are all Jindan monks!

"True Lord?!"

The other monks were stunned when they heard this title, their heads buzzed, and then they subconsciously bowed to each other:

"Mo Xiu pays homage to the True Lord!"

But no response was heard.

I only heard a Jindan monk say respectfully:

"Senior Ying is here, but I can't entertain you. I just hope that I won't find it too shabby..."

A clear voice slowly sounded:

"can."

a long time.

Only then did they hear the old man reminding:

"Everyone, please get up. Senior Ying doesn't want to be disturbed."

When the monks heard the words, they stood up one after another, but were surprised to find that a temporary cave had been erected on the edge of the port.

Although it is temporary, the appearance is exquisite and luxurious.

Outside the cave, there were several golden elixir monks who had just saluted.

One of the Jindan cultivators could not hide the joy on his face, and there was a hint of superiority in his eyes when he looked at the others.

This sense of superiority is due to the fact that this temporary cave was provided by him.

The others also looked at him with envy.

The benefits of being on good terms with a Nascent Soul True Lord are self-evident.

But with the presence of the Nascent Soul monk, the monks in front of the port fell silent again.

They did not dare to speak out for fear of upsetting the True Lord.

Once the Nascent Soul cultivator gets angry, they can't imagine how terrifying the scene will be.

However, as time passed, the monks counted the time and couldn't help but stand up one after another and looked towards the dark sea water in the distance.

There was wind and snow flying on the sea, and there seemed to be heavy fog in the depths. Even they couldn't see clearly.

"Why hasn't this ship come back yet..."

The monks waited a little anxiously.

There are always extreme cold currents blowing above the North Sea, and there are many dangers in the deep sea.

Therefore, to go to Beihai Island, you must go by sea, and you must have a sea ship that can withstand the dangers of the deep sea and the cold currents of the Far North.

There is such a ship in Blackwater Port.

It is owned by the largest sect in the Guangling Kingdom, the ‘Hai’an Sect’.

Needless to say, the preciousness of such a sea-going ship was so great that the whole Hai'anmen could not get a second one, so it could only transport it once, then return and continue transporting it.

Hai'anmen charges a hefty fee, while the casual cultivators take a chance to change their fate.

However, the time that Beihai Juedao can be maintained is limited. Now more than a month has passed, and the sea ship has not arrived, and they are all waiting more and more anxiously.

This day.

Suddenly a piece of auspicious cloud flew from a distance.

The fairy music above the auspicious clouds is chanting, and the light fills the sky, just like a fairy palace on land.

It's just that the figure on it is rising with demonic flames, and its aura is like an abyss, without any cover.

The monks had the illusion that their souls would be swallowed up just by touching him with their eyes.

"It's the Holy Sect Master!"

The local casual cultivators in Guangling Country were no strangers to this aura, and they all immediately became nervous.

Although the original Holy Sect would not shout or kill them as casual cultivators, they naturally felt an extreme sense of insecurity in front of these moody cultivators.

But in just the blink of an eye, the auspicious clouds had already stopped over the port.

There were Jindan monks who saw four palaces hidden in the auspicious clouds. Each of the palaces had the words "Yan", "Bian", "Gong" and "Shen" written on them.

The only thing that is strange is that the palace with the word "Shen" seems to be far away from the other three temples, intentionally or unintentionally.

It was as if he had been ostracized in some way.

"Ok?"

Among the four palaces, in the palace with the character ‘Yan’, a slightly unexpected voice suddenly sounded:

"Hey, fellow Taoist Yinghe also wants to go to sea?"

In the exquisite cave beside the port, Ying He did not show up, but his slightly clear voice came from the cave:

"It turns out there are four Holy Sons. Are the four Holy Sons going to Beihai Continent?"

Both parties knew each other's identities, and exchanged pleasantries across the palace and cave.

Like an old friend.

However, the old man and other Jindan monks could vaguely sense that the Holy Son of the Holy Sect seemed to be quite afraid of True Lord Yinghe.

"Beihaizhou?"

Yan Zidian's voice was slightly confused, then he shook his head and said with a wry smile in his tone:

"That's not true. It's just that a bad guy robbed my junior brother of a treasure. We are going to get it back together."

"Who is so capable?"

Ying He was a little surprised.

"I don't know either, but Junior Brother Bian has already fallen into the trap without knowing..."

The voices in Yan Zidian became much more solemn when they spoke of this.

Just saying.

Below, a young monk suddenly looked at the sea in the distance and said excitedly:

"The ship is coming!"

The young monk's voice immediately attracted everyone's attention.

In the Yan Zi Hall, a handsome young monk wearing a crown strode out immediately.

From a high position, you can overlook the black iron ships passing through layers of fog on the sea.

This sea ship is quite large, but it can easily carry many monks in front of the port.

The Holy Son named Yan looked at the exquisite cave beside the port and raised his hand slightly:

"Are fellow Daoists Ying anxious to go to Beihaizhou?"

Staring closely.

There was a slight silence in the cave, and soon Ying He's voice came out again:

"There's no rush. The people I'm waiting for haven't arrived yet. Please help yourself, Holy Son."

The Holy Son named Yan smiled slightly:

"That's good, but Yan and the three junior brothers would be disrespectful."

From the other three palaces, a figure also came out from each of them and bowed towards the temporary cave.

The ship docked.

The Holy Son surnamed Yan was the first to fly onto the ship.

The other Holy Sons, their attendants, and the protectors fell down one after another.

"Let's go to Beihai Haiyan!"

A Nascent Soul demon cultivator shouted.

The monk who was piloting the ship was startled at first. After noticing the aura of the Holy Son named Yan, he did not dare to say anything and quickly turned the bow of the ship.

However, some casual cultivators on the shore finally reacted and shouted anxiously:

"Holy Son! Master! Take me with you! Take me with you! I'm going to Beihai Continent!"

The Holy Son surnamed Yan seemed not to have heard anything, and walked directly into the cabin surrounded by a group of attendants and protectors.

The other saints also walked in laughing.

Only the one following him paused slightly, but in the end he didn't speak.

"Noisy!"

A Nascent Soul demon cultivator on the side of the ship narrowed his eyes.

The next moment, a demonic fire burst out from the body of the casual cultivator who had just shouted.

While screaming, the foundation-building monk struggled to run towards the deep sea, trying to use the water of the North Sea to extinguish the fire on his body. However, within three breaths, the running monk turned into a handful of white ash and was quickly blown away by the wind. The snow rolled up and was submerged in the white snow.

The ship sailed silently toward the deep sea in the mist.

Only a group of casual cultivators who dared not speak were left standing in place on the shore of the port.

It usually only takes about a year for Beihai Jue Dao to open. Now more than a month has passed. The only sea ship has been forcibly commandeered by the saints of the original demon sect. It is already too late to go to other ports.

Even if it arrives, it will be useless without a ship capable of crossing the North Sea.

He only had the chance to change his fate once in forty-three years, but he was trampled on by the Sons of God so casually.

The casual cultivators present only felt that there was an unknown fire burning in their hearts, but they did not dare to actually burn it out.

Frustrated, angry, powerless...

Only a faint sigh came from the temporary cave.

A few more days passed.

During this period, some monks became disheartened and had no choice but to leave.

Some people stand on the frozen shore every day, looking at the ships that will appear in the fog at unknown times.

But none of the Golden Pill cultivators have left.

They knew very well that in the temporary cave, the Yinghe True Lord, who had mysterious origins but was amazingly powerful, even the Holy Son of the Demon Sect seemed slightly weaker in front of him, had not yet left, which meant that there was still a turning point.

But they were also a little curious as to who could make a being like Zhenjun Yinghe wait here patiently.

The sky is dark.

Just in this ordinary dull sky.

A flying boat appeared at the end of the horizon.

And at the same time this flying boat appeared.

The exquisite temporary cave door was suddenly pushed open, and a lilac figure strode out of the cave.

Then he rose into the air and bowed solemnly to the figure on the flying boat:

"Ying He, I've met the chief commander!" (End of this chapter)