Journey To Longevity

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" the man in black said in a deep voice. A pair of emotionless eyes, through the bronze mask, looked coldly at the middle-aged monk in blue Confucianism attire in front of him.

"Only the patriarch knows where the treasures of the Zongmen are. Where, I will definitely tell you. Don’t worry, I will never break my promise. Besides, since I got on the boat of your clan, I have no room for regret, right?” After the monk took a deep breath, he frowned and said.

"It's good that you know. I thought that after you went back, you would immediately put this matter behind you, otherwise why would there be no news. Then I will wait a few more days, and I hope that you, Daoist Chen, will not let me Disappointed." The man in black nodded and said calmly.

Then the man in black walked forward, but just as soon as he took a step, the fellow Daoist Chen of Mingxinzong suddenly turned into a puff of green smoke, and the man in black sighed softly, "Oh, I have already become a Nascent Soul. Just driving an incarnation of mana to come, is this Lord so distrustful to you?"

The black-robed cultivator took off the bronze mask, revealing an extremely handsome face. It was the True Monarch Mingyu from Hongyue Tower. He squinted his narrow eyes, looked into the distance, and said coldly "But that's your fault for thinking too much, otherwise I can keep you for a few more years."

After this person finished speaking, he disappeared like that fellow Daoist Chen, leaving only a faint laugh behind.

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And in Fengyi County, Yu State, a hundred miles away, peach blossoms are blooming brilliantly in the green hills beside the Lushui River outside the city.

In the stone pavilion, a middle-aged monk in cyan Confucianism attire suddenly opened his eyes. His expression darkened, and he said in a cold tone: "Damn it, can't wait? If that's the case, then don't blame me."

In the peach blossom forest outside the stone pavilion, a man in black robe picked a peach blossom and walked slowly, he said softly: "Don't worry, I won't blame you. It's just a pity that the fruit is not yet ripe , the taste is not good."

The black-robed monk walked to the pavilion step by step, put one hand on the shoulder of Chen Daoyou of Ming Xinzong, and patted it lightly.

However, Daoyou Chen didn't respond here. It seemed that this person half-opened his mouth to say something, but he seemed to be immobilized by someone, unable to move, even unable to move his eyeballs, just like a stone sculpture.

All of a sudden, the black-robed cultivator's five fingers became claws, and he stabbed Chen Daoyou's back. A **** hand stretched out from his abdomen, and then slowly pulled it out.

"Chen Daoyou, you can't settle down, and your vision is too bad, and the person you recommended is a waste, otherwise you can talk for a few years. Do you know that I cultivate a Nascent Soul with the same blood and supernatural powers as myself How difficult is it for a monk?" The black-robed monk's right hand was dripping with blood, and in his hand, he was pinching a small red figure.

Chen Daoyou of Ming Xinzong was still stiff and motionless, the man in black sat down, put the peach blossom in his left hand on the stone table, looked at the little red figure in his hand, with regret in his eyes, he was originally He intends to ask fellow Daoist Chen to find out about Mingxin's tone, to see if he can find out where the magic weapon of the Mingxin Sect's sect is.

Anyway, this Fellow Daoist Chen devoured other monks with the help of the blood and soul refining circle. At that time, he had already silently planted a restriction on this person. The more he devoured, the stronger the restriction. Even if he became a Nascent Soul cultivator, he could feel these restrictions, but it would take at least a hundred years to refine it, so his fate was already doomed.

This kind of person is called the Human Nascent Soul Fruit by the monks of the clan, which is the best tonic for improving one's own blood and supernatural power.

He took off the bronze mask, and put it on the side of the peach blossom with a 'dang' sound, and then there were several chewing and swallowing sounds from the pavilion.

Not long after, Ming Yu Zhenjun took a handkerchief and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Then a layer of gray water mist rose around him, and it condensed into a cloud of water in front of him. The water ball was dim and looked extremely thick.

"That's right, the power of the supernatural power of the Nine Nether Water has increased a lot, but if it can swallow Qinghe, the great monk who also drowned in Nine Netherness, then I will reach the sky in one step. It's just that I haven't Do you know what happened to Ao Ji and Qinghe, are they really missing, or are they planning something secretly?" Zhenjun Mingyu sighed softly.

But here, except for the peach blossoms blooming brilliantly outside the pavilion, there is no one else to listen to them.

But this Ming Yu Zhenjun seemed to have been wearing the mask for a long time. Seeing that there was no one around, he seemed to have a lot of words, and he still said to himself:

"Everything in this world has been settled long ago, just like you and me, Chen Daoyou, don't you think so? But this person, if he doesn't struggle, how can he be reconciled? Ah. Venerable Wan Jian could do it in the past, and I, Ming Yu, can definitely do it too."

Zhenjun Mingyu picked up the branch of peach blossoms on the table, and when the mountain wind blew, the peach blossoms on the branches fluttered down and floated on the slowly flowing blood beach on the ground. The aura in the blood nourished the petals to make them more delicate and bright red!

He sat quietly for a while, then put on the bronze mask again, and of course took away Chen Daoyou's body.

A relatively complete Nascent Soul cultivator's body is naturally considered a treasure, so how can Zhenjun Mingyu let it go?

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In Nanming City~www.readwn.com~ Zhang Shiping looked at a piece of rice paper filled with more than a hundred tadpole characters, frowning, and remained silent. In front of his desk, there was a three- to four-minute-long piece of rice paper. Wide animal hide, but there are four places that are vacant.

The animal skins he got from that child, Ming Xinzong Zhang Jingyuan and others cost forty-five yuan a piece. At first, he directly wrote out the excerpts of the tadpoles above. There are sixty-three characters in total, and he memorized them one by one according to the animal skin. These words are somewhat similar to the runes he wrote down from the bronze chain.

These seemed to be a formula, Zhang Shiping tried to add a few more words in an extremely obscure language, and then read it again, but soon, the voice in the quiet room stopped.

Zhang Shiping had tried it more than twenty times, but he still felt a little awkward. He rubbed his temples, and looked at the small flying bird statue on the bronze lamp at hand.

More than a hundred years ago, in the vision of the green dragon swallowing the sun, the chains aroused from this bronze lamp bound the phantom of Bi Fang in the stone plate for the sacrifice of nine birds. At that time, Zhang Shiping memorized the runes on the bronze chain, and obtained the "Ju Ling Hua Yuan", a wonderful skill that can capture blood and supernatural powers, and used it to practice black flames.

But after that, the bronze lamp remained unchanged. From then to now, Zhang Shiping has collected more than ten stone plates for offering sacrifices to nine birds, but his bronze lamp still has no response. Zhang Shiping didn't know if it was because of the stone plate or because of the celestial phenomena.

"It seems that we still need to go to the cave, and at least find one or two more animal skins, otherwise it will be difficult to complete this formula." Zhang Shiping muttered to himself.

"Why is Zhenjun Fengxuan here?" Suddenly Zhang Shiping stood up, stretched out his hand, and a red light flew into his hand in a flash.