Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"True warriors... are not as evil as these people say. Except for the fact that their Qi and blood are indeed different from ordinary people, there is nothing special about them. Can these people really be comparable to Nascent Soul?"

Snow rolls covered the entire land.

Next to the burning village.

The villagers, covered in mud and water, were pressed onto the snow, their blood rushing, ironing the surrounding snow into streams, and mixing with the frozen soil below into mud.

Their eyes were completely red, their heads were raised high, and the veins on their necks were like straight ropes.

But he still couldn't break free from the invisible pressure from above.

Can't even make a sound.

Above, a monk is hanging in the air with his hands tied and expressionless.

Yang Que, dressed in a dragon robe, stood among these people, lowering his head slightly. His eyes seemed to have magic power, and he could see all the bodies of the strong men below.

There was just disappointment in his eyes.

Beside him, the blond old man was also staring at these strong men, but his expression was slightly confused.

Yang Que tilted his head slightly, glanced at the blond old man beside him, and said without interest:

"It seems that we are going to be disappointed...these real warriors are of little value."

The blond old man hesitated for a moment, frowned and said:

"Your Majesty, these true warriors are indeed far behind compared to monks, but the key point is that mortals can practice without spiritual roots... If this true martial art is extended to Huangji Continent, I am afraid it will shake the foundation of the Sui Dynasty. ”

"Shaking the foundation?"

Yang Que was stunned for a moment, couldn't help laughing, and then his expression suddenly turned cold:

"Even though I, the Great Sui Dynasty, have just lost thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators, there are still more than a thousand Nascent Soul cultivators and more than 50,000 Golden Elixirs in the country!"

"Even if a mere mortal can move across this place with a little ability to carry Qi and blood, how can he compete with me, the great Sui Dynasty?"

"Master Hualong, are you confused?"

The blond old man quickly bowed his head and saluted, and said in a panic:

"Yes, Your Majesty is right. The old slave is confused."

Deep in his eyes, there was a hint of coldness.

"snort."

Yang Que snorted coldly.

Then he whispered to the primitive demon sect monks who were controlled by him:

"There's no use keeping these people anymore. Get rid of them, and then go search and search to see if you can meet the fourth-level true warriors they call..."

"Uh! Uh!"

Below, among the men trapped in the snow, someone immediately began to struggle and whine.

A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face like ravines, his face was red from holding back, and his blood was filled with blood.

The energy and blood in his body was rolling, and he faintly broke away from the pressure from above...

"Um?"

Yang Que's originally unconcerned face showed a hint of surprise.

A strange color flashed across the eyes of the blond old man:

"It's interesting to be able to use emotions to invoke and increase Qi and blood..."

He had seen countless methods of cultivation, but he had never seen the kind practiced by these mortals before him.

Yang Que, as a god-incarnation monk, has also seen this.

"Interesting... let this guy go."

He gave the order casually.

Immediately, a monk thought for a moment and removed the magic power that was pressing on the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man stood up in shock, then froze for a moment, fell to his knees with a plop, and kowtowed to Yang Que:

"Exalted Immortal, Superior Immortal! Please let us go..."

Yang Que looked casual:

"I don't care whether you live or die, but since you want to live, you have to pay a price to make it worthwhile for me. What do you have that can make my heart move?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then he glanced at the people from the same village who were still trapped in the snow, and gritted his teeth and said:

"I, I can tell you the "Zhen Martial Sutra"!"

"The True Martial Arts Sutra? Is it the method of True Martial Arts..."

Yang Que couldn't help but feel a little curious in his heart.

However, there was no look of being impressed on his face. Instead, he said casually:

"That doesn't count. Even if you don't tell me, I can directly search for your soul."

"But it seems you really don't have anything useful."

"Then let's deal with it all."

As he spoke, he actually gave instructions directly to a Demon Sect monk next to him.

The middle-aged man's face froze, and he obviously did not expect that the immortal in front of him would be so untrustworthy.

Seeing the Demon Sect monk flying to the snow, he casually picked up a young man covered in mud.

The middle-aged man was very worried!

Because the young man who was picked up was his son.

He finally couldn't help but said urgently:

"I, I have something else that must be of concern to the Immortal!"

Yang Que had already turned around and flew away.

For him, spending such a small amount of time on a mortal is really a waste.

The Demon Sect monk still showed no expression at all, and stretched out his palm to touch the young man's head.

"It's about the ancestor of Zhenwu!"

"He just came out of seclusion not long ago. He summoned us not long ago to prepare to continue hunting immortals. He is not far from here!"

The middle-aged man finally couldn't bear the pressure and shouted loudly.

After saying this, he immediately closed his eyes weakly.

In mid-air, Yang Que and the blond old man, who were about to leave, couldn't help but pause.

"The ancestor of true martial arts?"

"Hunting for immortals...is hunting for monks?"

Yang Que stood in mid-air, with a rare hint of curiosity in his eyes.

"His Majesty……"

The blond old man couldn't help but look at Yang Que.

Yang Que pondered for a while, and then said:

"Let's go and have a look. It's not too late."

"If this true warrior is really as powerful as they say, he can also subdue them to help."

After escaping from the Wanxiang Sect, his emotions gradually calmed down.

Especially after easily annihilating the so-called first sect of Feng Linzhou and the original demon sect, he regained some confidence.

It's not that he is weak, but that the Wanxiang Sect has hidden the existence of immortality, so he is naturally no match.

After changing to the original Demon Sect without the support of his elders, he returned to his former invincible state.

I was sure in my heart that I had thought about returning to Huangjizhou earlier. With the body of Hualongchi here, I would be safe.

Now that my confidence has returned, I naturally feel more relaxed and relaxed.

Of course, what's more important is that Master Hualong just said that this true martial art might endanger Sui Dynasty. Although he sneered at it, he was still secretly concerned about it.

Thinking of this, Yang Que personally fell in front of the middle-aged man who was distracted and seemed ashamed.

The middle-aged man opened his eyes, suppressed the guilt in his heart, looked at Yang Que, and tried hard to keep his voice from shaking:

"Shangxian, just let them go, and I will take you there."

Yang Que smiled gently at him, shook his head and said:

"I just said that even if you don't tell me, I can search your soul directly."

The middle-aged man was startled and suddenly turned around to look.

"Well--"

Not far away, the Demon Sect monk raised his hand to take a picture with an expressionless face.

The young man's head exploded instantly.

"Aaron! No..."

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man was stunned for an instant.

Then my eyes were splitting!

The blood in his eyes spread quickly, and then countless bloody vapors exploded from his body!

The whole person instantly turned into a bloody stream of light, and crashed into the Demon Sect monk at an astonishing speed.

The blood wave is rolling!

The middle-aged man's face was covered with strange bloody patterns, as if he had lost his mind:

"Die! Die!"

"All you immortals, go to hell!"

Although the Demon Sect cultivator was at the Nascent Soul level, he was caught off guard for one thing and his mind was gone, so he did not react immediately.

The middle-aged man, covered in blood, bumped into the Demon Sect monk almost instantly.

After a brief pause, the Demon Sect monk couldn't help but take a small step back unnoticeably.

The precious light on his body was mostly stimulated.

Seeing this scene, Yang Que and the blond old man couldn't help but look slightly stern.

"Before this person, he was at most comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator... But after his emotions were fully mobilized, and combined with his own blood, he was already comparable to a Golden Core cultivator... Although the price seems to be very high."

In their sight, they could clearly see that the middle-aged man in front of them was actually dead the moment he broke out.

All the energy and energy in the body completely merged and exploded.

Flesh, bones, will, etc. have all become part of this mass of blood.

The reason why you can still attack after death is nothing more than the obsession formed under strong emotions, which drives this blood to maintain what you had to do before you died.

"It's a pity...the price is too high."

Yang Que shook his head with regret.

Otherwise, such an explosive method may be able to save lives at critical moments.

After a brief outburst, the middle-aged man was slapped into bloody foam by the Demon Sect monk who reacted.

After all, the gap between them is too big, and even an explosion at the cost of death will not have much impact.

The only impact may be that it makes Yang Que more interested in the way of true martial arts.

"I heard that this true martial art was created by the ancestor of true martial arts... Let's go and meet this person."

Yang Que's eyes did not hide his interest:

"Although I lost so many Yuan Ying cultivators when I came to Feng Linzhou this time, if I can subdue this person and train so many mortals under my rule in the Sui Dynasty... it wouldn't be a loss."

The blond old man frowned when he heard this and couldn't help but persuade:

"Your Majesty, the way of true martial arts is not a good thing for monks. If the way of true martial arts is introduced into Huangji Continent, it will only lead to trouble!"

Yang Que chuckled lightly:

"Before, you encouraged me to find a true warrior. Why did you change again when you got here?"

The blond old man smiled bitterly and said:

"How could I have imagined that the way of true martial arts is like this... Your Majesty, this old servant has no selfish motives and speaks from the bottom of his heart. The way of true martial arts is by no means a good way. Just stay here and harm Feng Linzhou. We will never Can’t take it back.”

However, after hearing the old man's words, Yang Que laughed and became even more delighted:

"If you are even afraid, then this true martial art must be in my hands!"

After saying that, a light flashed in his eyes.

Sweeping away the villagers in the surrounding snow.

Their memories were read instantly.

Then he couldn't help but look up to the north, and his eyes were surprised:

"It's actually at sea... I'd be cautious."

A thought came to my mind.

The villagers in the snow turned into powder silently.

The monks who came from the original demon sect but were controlled by him quickly flew towards the north to protect him.

The blond old man stood there, watching Yang Que flying away.

A trace of helplessness flashed in his eyes:

"That Guan Ao... is too slow."

Shaking his head, he followed immediately.

…

boom!

The roaring sound of huge waves almost echoed over the entire Yaehai.

The astonishing force generated by the violent tsunami pushed the waves to roll in all directions.

The waves are heading straight into the clouds!

mid-air.

A Nascent Soul cultivator looked at the changes under the mighty power of heaven and earth with a solemn expression.

Don't dare to get too close, because the power of magnetism here is too strong and too violent.

Everyone present, no matter who they are, will be severely damaged if they are accidentally stuck.

"What should we do? Taoist friend Yuanci is not here, how should we deal with it?"

Amidst the roaring waves, even An Changshou, a Yuanying Perfection cultivator, had to make as loud a sound as possible.

Qu Shentong stared into the depths of the Eight Seas with an ugly expression, but never saw that figure.

Hearing the words, his tone was filled with a hint of anger caused by anxiety:

"How do I know? This Yaehai was fine before, so why did it become like this when we came here? Fellow Taoist Yuanci is still down there!"

After hearing Qu Shentong's words, Xumi, who had condensed his figure, shook his head slightly:

"The Yuanci riot in Yaehai has been around for a long time. It's not new, but it's just getting bigger and bigger in recent years."

Xiong Zhaojing from Youxian Temple couldn’t help but said:

"Senior Xumi, will this Yuanci riot have any impact?"

Xumi nodded slightly:

"Of course there is. The reason why Xihai Kingdom has become what it is today is because of these Yuanci riots."

"I used to be a guard in Xihai Kingdom and saw it several times, but it was not as violent as this time."

An Changshou couldn't help but wonder:

"But what is the cause of this Yuanci riot?"

After hearing this question, everyone looked at me and me, but there was no answer.

"The most important thing now is to find a way to find Yuanci Daoist. He specializes in Yuanci Dao and will definitely know the reason."

Qin Shengyong on the side said.

Everyone fell silent.

There is such a big movement, but Taoist Yuanci has not returned yet, I'm afraid...

"Look! What is that!"

A Nascent Soul monk who had been observing the bottom of the sea suddenly pointed at the sea barrier closest to the coast and said in shock.

Everyone looked around quickly.

But in the turbulence of the sea barrier, a dark shadow was faintly visible, enlarging rapidly!

"There's something in there!"

No need to remind, everyone has seen the change.

‘Buzz! ’

A clear sound of sword chanting sounded.

Xumi instantly transformed into a sword, and the invisible sword energy slashed towards the sea barrier!

The sword energy passed by, and the sea water was instantly cut into two pieces!

Although the extremely fast turbulence quickly rushed up again, everyone still saw the appearance of the black shadow at a glance.

Two pitch-black rounded horns sit on the raised black skull.

It turned out to be a weird-looking black buffalo!

Seeing this buffalo, some people who had guarded the front line and fought against Sanzhou monks were suddenly surprised and said:

"This...is the totem beast of Tubizhou, the sacred cow of the Yanzhi tribe?"

Only Xumi's expression changed slightly, and he whispered quickly:

"No! Back away! This is not a totem beast!"

"It's the World Eater!" (End of Chapter)