Journey To Longevity

After saluting, everyone retreated and stopped disturbing the venerables to discuss matters.

Seeing the crowd leave, Qinghe waved his sleeves, and there were six green and yellow futons on the ground, and said loudly: "Everyone, please sit down!"

"Unexpectedly, Qinghe Aoji, you two have already become gods. If it hadn't been for the old monster Mu and Sophora flavescens to attack Jifeng and the others, I'm afraid I would have been kept in the dark by you." After sitting cross-legged, Xiao Chengwu laughed road.

"Let's not talk about polite words. Since Ximo has already made a move, then our Nanzhou side should also have a charter. Otherwise, Jueyue has five of them to help. Then the result of the fusion of mysterious souls this time will not be necessary. Let me say more! Presumably Qianmu doesn't want to see such a situation happen." Ye Yuan, the venerable of the Xuangui clan, said in a deep voice.

After reaching the stage of transforming gods, the form of the monster race has been perfected. In terms of appearance alone, it is no different from ordinary people. It's just that the four lords of the Yaozu and Haizu who were present at the scene were full of monster aura, which was amazing.

"No, no, the master before the lower realm has already explained that the old man is just here to be a witness. I don't care about other things. Anyway, whoever protects the young master among you wins, and the quota for entering and exiting the reverse spirit channel belongs to you." To whom. But in fact, I am more inclined to the White Horse Temple, after all, the Wanjian incident must not happen again, otherwise I will not be able to explain to the master!" Qianmu said hoarsely.

This secret method of combining souls with mysteries, is to conceive mysteries for five thousand years, and divide souls into one for eight hundred years.

That is to say, the thirty-six mysterious souls that have been distributed have only a lifespan of 800 years from the beginning to the end. In the past, Venerable Wanjian split up and reincarnated in the womb. It can be said that in this short period of 800 years, he has never practiced the realm of transforming gods. Beyond the cognition of the world.

But on the other hand, he actually forged another 108 flying swords, cultivating each piece to the level of Lingbao, and the complete set of flying swords in "Wan Jian Sheng" forged, there are nine, eighteen, thirty-six , forty-nine, seventy-two, eighty-one to one hundred and eight.

Even if Wan Jian was able to forge eighteen flying swords when he was in the golden elixir stage, he would still need to forge ninety flying swords after he was conceived and even transformed into a god. The spiritual things that need to be consumed, even if they are the few cultivators who have transformed themselves into gods, they will also be heartbroken.

No matter how miraculous the method of nourishing flying swords in "Wan Jiansheng" is, the soul and mental strength of a monk is limited after all.

Such as Zhang Shiping's golden elixir, it only took two hundred years to cultivate four Qingshuang swords, but it still hasn't been cultivated from a magic weapon to a spiritual treasure, so you can see how difficult it is.

The accumulation of the natal magic weapon has never been achieved overnight. How could Wan Jian raise his cultivation level to become a **** and cultivate these one hundred and eight flying swords in less than 800 years?

It is too unreasonable!

Everyone knew without thinking about some of the secrets that were not known to outsiders, but because it was related to a powerful monk like Mozun, although they had some guesses in their hearts, they still pretended not to know!

It is necessary for all high-ranking monks to spend a long time with a curious heart, but being too curious will bring unexpected disasters to themselves.

Ye Yuan's eyes darkened, and he didn't continue to ask Qianmu's question. Of course it understands that if it goes deep into this matter, who the **** knows what will happen?

Therefore, Qinghe and Xiao Chengwu, after listening to Ye Yuan and Qianmu's words, they did not speak out immediately, but just looked at these monster monks indifferently.

"Since Fellow Daoist Qianmu has already said so, I will leave the matter of Yu Xing to your disposal, and I will not interfere. But now, it seems that the four old bald donkeys and the old wooden monster are not very friendly to Yu Xing. If you have some ideas, maybe fellow Taoists don’t need to worry too much. Now that things are up to now, the few of us should be open and honest. Otherwise, Ximo has already joined forces, Baima Temple even gave Jueyue the inheritance treasure, and the others How can the younger generation of Demon Soul compete with them? At that time, we will be the ones to lose, and you don’t want to miss this opportunity for nothing!” Ao Yu said with a nod.

"Of course I don't want to miss it. Now there are only nine of the thirty-six mysterious souls left, Yu Xing of Wanjianmen, Jueyue of Baima Temple, Cao Xiu of the clan, Ye Ning of Ye Daoyou's clan, Ming Yu of Xiao Daoyou's command , of course there is also Hai Dafu on my side, the identities of these six are already clear. There are still three others whose identities are still unknown, if you know, don’t hide it.” Qinghe said slowly.

"Fellow Daoist Qinghe is wrong about one thing. Mingyu is not under the old man's command. As for whether it was arranged by Hongyue, I don't know. He never mentioned it to me before he left." Xiao Chengwu shook his head and said .

"Yes or no, it doesn't matter anymore. As far as I know, one of the other three demon souls is from the Beiming Profound Palace. Fellow Daoist Xiao should know that, right? After all, another fellow Daoist Xiao is practicing in Northern Xinjiang. I don't know about the other two. But Fellow Daoist Qinghe, before this matter, can your clan return the seventy-two coiled dragon pillars of our clan to their original owners?" Ao Ji said.

"It's been tens of thousands of years, so it's time to return!" Ao Yu said in a voice.

"Didn't Fellow Daoist Ao Ji want to borrow the seventy-two earthly evil pillars from my sect as Ling Ai's pure blood? Said that the inheritance Lingbao Dragon Prisoner Armor lost by your Jiaolong clan before should also be counted on my head?" Qinghe said with a smile.

All of a sudden, the two sides suddenly looked like they were at war.

Originally, the Jiaolong clan was afraid of the gods of the human race, but today, Hongyue, Xuanshan, and Xifeng are no longer there, and the four old guys at the White Horse Temple, out of their own intentions, seem to be the same. Will not help. Naturally, Ao Yu and Ao Ji would not let go of such a good opportunity to recapture the family's inherited spirit treasure.

Although Qian Mu will not intervene in this matter among the few Taoist friends in the Yaozu, Ye Yuan is still there.

Calculated in this way, there are three Yaozun on the Yaozu side, and there are only Xiao Chengwu and Qinghe in the Nanzhou Human Race, the offensive and defensive momentum has changed!

But Qinghe will not give away the things that the ancestors took so hard just because of the other party's mere words.

If you do this, if you can't even defend Chengdu, how can you be worthy of the dedication of the ancestors of the sect? The world of cultivating immortals is like this. If I take a step back, other monks will want to go further. Backing down will not bring about peace, but will only make other monks feel that there is an opportunity to take advantage of, and become more and more arrogant.

"Why, are you here today to discuss whether to join forces, or to settle old scores in the afternoon? If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it. Let's do it first. Whoever wins and who loses is uncertain! "Xiao Chengwu snorted softly. He is also a monk of the human race. No matter what, he is naturally on Qinghe's side.

What's more, Hongyue gave Tianhua Pill, with this friendship, Xiao Chengwu can't just sit back and watch the Hai Clan bully come to his door.