Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

The hot blood almost stained the dark sea water.

The thick fog cleared.

The long-lost sunshine penetrated the clouds and fell on the giant bronze city that was half submerged in the sea.

Large areas of blood were etched on the surface of the damaged city wall.

The giant bronze city just silently watched the shocking battle in front of it, watching the end of the heroic leader who had once again unified Huangji continent after the split of Daqian, and...

"The immortal is dead——"

"True Wudang Li!"

The old man, who was covered in blood and even his beard and hair were dyed red with blood, stood on the black-red sea water with his naked bronze upper body.

Looking at Yang Que's body in front of him, which was surrounded by blood and barely preserved intact, but his eyes were still glaring with anger, he seemed to be in disbelief.

The old man suddenly raised his arm with curved veins like a dragon.

He looked up to the sky and let out a roar that seemed to be cathartic!

In the sky above, the shadow of a giant turtle made of blood condensed silently, roaring faintly towards the sky...

As if in response to his roar, bursts of thunder roared in the sky over the North Sea, and then drizzle fell for the first time in a long time.

Accompanied by the old man's voice that seemed to be announcing to the whole world.

On the surrounding sea, on the giant bronze city...

One after another, old or young men and women, panicked and confused, walked out.

The eyes of the aged fourth-level true warriors looking at the old man were filled with piety and fanaticism!

Everyone unconsciously moved closer to the figure in the waves and cast their gaze...

next moment.

A burst of shocking cheers finally broke out around the giant bronze city!

"True Wudang Li!"

"True Wudang Li!"

"Martial Ancestor is invincible!"

"..."

Everyone was immersed in unprecedented joy.

The old man raised his arms high, looked around, and roared in anger!

Like an unparalleled God of War!

The sea water rolled and slapped on his body and face. At this moment, he couldn't tell whether it was sea water, rain, or... tears in his eyes.

His vision was blurred, as if he saw those two very familiar faces.

"Mom, Wen Yin...it's been one hundred and ninety-three years..."

"I finally... finally see hope."

"You guys should also support me, right?"

He muttered absently.

soon.

The elderly fourth-level true warriors bowed and flew around the old man, kneeling down respectfully towards the old man with fanatical eyes.

They shouted in unison:

"The Martial Ancestor is unparalleled in martial arts. Although there are many true warriors, the Martial Ancestor should be respected!"

"stand up!"

The old man's sharp gaze, like a falcon, swept across the group of true warriors kneeling below.

The little softness was instantly put away, leaving only coldness and fierceness, and shouted:

"I, the Zhenwu lineage, kneel to the sky and the ground, kneel to my parents and mentors, the rest are insignificant!"

"Me too!"

"Everyone, get up!"

After hearing the old man's words, the true warriors around him couldn't help but reveal an almost pious reverence in their eyes.

However, the fourth-level true warriors around the old man did not stand up. One of the true warriors said solemnly:

"Martial Ancestor saved me when I was in danger. He didn't think we were despicable and taught him the methods of true martial arts with all his heart. All those in the true martial art lineage should regard Martial Ancestor as their teacher and reborn parents. It is natural to kneel before him!"

The old man was slightly startled.

And another person solemnly said:

"Martial Ancestor killed the gods and immortals on the North Sea, and his reputation was grand. But if we want to live in this corner of the North Sea again, I am afraid that the trees will be quiet but the wind will not stop. Please Martial Ancestor show us the direction..."

"Give me the direction?"

The old man glanced at the true warriors who respected him extremely, and his determination, which he had already made up, could not help but waver at this moment.

Do you really want to take the people in front of you to do that?

For that perhaps impossible goal?

"Please Martial Ancestor show us the direction!"

"Please ask Martial Ancestor..."

The sounds around him were faint at first, but then countless sounds gathered together, like trickles flowing into the sea, and gradually merged into a huge sound wave that swept around.

The human heart is like water, water is the softest, yet the most violent.

The old man was silent for a while, and finally made a decision in his eyes.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the thin mist in the sky. His eyes suddenly became sharp and his voice was low:

"When are you going to see it again?"

A figure suddenly floated out of the mist in the sky.

The figure had blond hair and small mung bean-like eyes, revealing a bit of humor.

It was Master Hualong who came with Yang Que.

As soon as he appeared, a cautious smile appeared on his face and he quickly explained:

"Haha, don't get me wrong, we are not enemies... I am not the immortal you call me. I am the true spirit of the magic weapon. You can call me 'Master Hualong'... Well, I was born from the magic weapon used by the immortal. Strictly speaking "I also hate the immortals you call us, so instead of being enemies, we are still friends."

The old man stared at the other party coldly.

The black turtle's shadow in the sky, manifested by blood energy, retracted silently, forming layers of blood light on his body surface.

The other person didn't feel like the idiot who had been talking to himself just now.

On the contrary, it becomes more elusive.

But the instinctive intuition of a true warrior still made him extremely vigilant.

After hearing the other party's explanation, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly and sneered:

"friend?"

"How do you prove it?"

Master Hualong winked and said:

"The one you beat to death just now, if I had tried to save him, he would have returned directly to me when you took action."

"Isn't this proof enough?"

The old man sneered, but what he said went straight to the point:

"what do you want from me?"

Master Hualong suddenly laughed, gave a thumbs up to the old man, and did not hesitate to praise:

"You are much smarter than the one you just beat to death. Don't worry, I just want to see how far your true martial arts can go. Maybe it can inspire me to escape from the place where I am trapped... Not only do I not It will do whatever it takes for you and help you do everything you want to do.”

"The man you killed is now the Lord of Huangji Continent, but before he met me, he was just a loser who had no hope of becoming a god."

Master Hualong stared at the old man, with a strange color flashing in his eyes, and he said word by word:

"In this world, at least in this Ogura world, there is no one more suitable for you than me!"

The old man narrowed his eyes slightly, and it was impossible to tell any of his thoughts from his gaze.

"Of course, you don't need to make a decision right away... I still have a lot of time, enough for me to wait for the next opportunity, but you may not have a second chance."

Master Hualong seemed to have noticed the old man's doubts and seemed extremely magnanimous.

After saying that, he transformed into an extremely small jade seal and fell straight towards the old man.

The old man looked slightly stern, and he resisted the urge to take action.

Let the jade seal fall into his palm.

Above the jade seal, there was a brilliant light, and then came the subtle voice of Master Hualong:

"As long as you want, you can refine me and become my master at any time... I will loyally assist you until you reach the end of this road."

The sound dissipated, and the jade seal also dimmed.

No different from ordinary things.

"Martial Ancestor!"

More than a dozen fourth-level true warriors quickly flew to the old man's side with solemn expressions.

The old man gently held the jade seal, and then slowly raised his other hand.

The real warriors around, no matter men, women, old or young, all fell silent instantly.

All eyes looked at the old man involuntarily.

His eyes were filled with anticipation.

The old man organized his thoughts and then said in a deep voice:

"More than ninety years ago, the heaven and earth changed. This world no longer allowed the existence of gods and immortals... It's just that at that time, our power was still very weak, and the "Zhen Martial Sutra" was too rough. Now the "Zhen Martial Sutra" is in With my improvement, you are expected to become a fifth-level true warrior like me!"

"The time has come... It's time for us to take revenge on those immortals!"

"For your fathers and brothers, for your wives and daughters, for all the mortals who were oppressed and enslaved by the immortals... take revenge on the immortals!"

"Call this world without immortals!"

"Let there be no more existence in this world that rides on my head!"

"Let us mortals be able to stand upright under this sky, and our lives will no longer be trampled and harvested by immortals at will!"

He didn't deliberately encourage it.

But it still easily attracted responses from almost all the true warriors.

Most of the people who come here and can persist in practicing the true martial arts are mortals who have been repeatedly oppressed in the northern areas of Dayan and Guangling Kingdom.

More or less, they all have irreconcilable grudges with the monks.

It's just that in the past, the monks didn't care about the existence of these ants.

However, as the way of true martial arts spread in Dayan and Guangling Kingdom, more and more mortals with hatred and anger became true warriors by practicing the "True Martial Sutra".

Among them, there are naturally some people who are not willing to succumb to the monks.

But the old man didn't care.

His purpose, or the reason that supports his survival, is only one.

That is, destroy all the immortals!

But at this moment.

The old man's heart suddenly trembled!

The surroundings seemed to be quiet for a moment.

A feeling of hair standing on end suddenly hit my heart.

It was like being stared into an extremely terrifying abyss.

It was something he had never felt before.

The instinct derived from a true warrior made him turn around almost immediately.

Only three feet away from him, an old man in a green robe was staring at him with strange eyes.

It's like admiring a rare thing.

The old man was suddenly horrified!

He didn't even notice when the other party came behind him.

This is simply unimaginable to him now.

With countless thoughts turning around in his mind, he gritted his teeth and spoke word by word:

"Who are you?"

"I?"

The old man in green robe stared at him and actually answered his question:

"My name is Han Xiangzi."

"The Prime Minister of the Original Demon Sect?!"

The old man was shocked!

The old man in green robe was slightly surprised:

"You know? Oh, yes, you used to work for the Sanzhou monks, so it's normal to know something... But since I answered your question, you should also answer mine -"

He stared into the old man's eyes and asked softly:

"Are you Wang Xu, the ancestor of Zhenwu?"

Wang Xu was silent, then nodded.

His eyes swept over the surrounding true warriors who seemed to be at a standstill without leaving any trace, their faces were slightly solemn, and the blood in their bodies was flowing rapidly.

He looked at Han Xiangzi, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

For him, life and death were things he didn't care about.

You can give up at any time to achieve your goals.

However, what shocked him was that after the green-robed old man in front of him, Han Xiangzi, took a deep look at him, he shook his head slightly, sighed and muttered to himself:

"It's too late...no, it's too early."

After saying that, without any hesitation, he turned around and turned into a stream of light, flying towards the distance at high speed.

"Too late... too early? What do you mean?"

Countless questions arose in Wang Xu's mind.

Both Master Hualong and Han Xiangzi had extremely strange attitudes towards him.

It was something he had never encountered before.

Especially Han Xiangzi.

Under the leadership of Wang Xu, the true warriors raided Dayan and the monks from Dayan's vassal country more than once.

He even captured a group of Demon Sect monks just now.

However, after taking one look at him, the Demonic Sect Supreme Leader walked away without asking anything.

He had no intention of attacking him at all.

However, apart from these things that made him suspicious, what made his heart even more heavy was the appearance of Han Xiangzi.

"Feng Linzhou actually hides a monk of this level..."

The next moment, the voices of the true warriors around him suddenly returned.

They were completely unaware of the temporary abnormality that had just occurred.

It was as if Han Xiangzi's appearance was just Wang Xu's illusion.

He hesitated for a rare moment.

Then he finally slowly opened his palm.

Master Hualong's smiling voice also quietly sounded in his ears:

"It seems that you have made a choice. Very good. You will not be disappointed with this choice."

A few days later.

Surrounding the giant bronze city, ships of different sizes were hidden in the thick fog heading to Huangjizhou...

…

"So, the Void Refining monk from Wanxiang Sect took action personally?"

Above the sea.

In the temple carried by a large ship.

From within the huge placenta, the Mother Goddess' cold voice with a hint of rare solemnity came.

Below, Yin Shen nodded slightly, with a hint of helplessness on his face:

"Yes, he didn't want to be like the monks of Huangjizhou. At first, he just asked the demon ape to send them away. However, after I tried to persuade them for a long time, and the Lord of the Sui Dynasty was bold enough to break into the formation without authorization, he was annoyed. The founder of the Wanxiang Sect took action at will and collected all the thousands of Nascent Souls from the Great Sui Dynasty..."

"It's a pity that the founder of Wanxiang Sect said he was too lazy to be tainted with right and wrong, so he didn't deliberately keep the Lord of the Sui Dynasty. I don't dare to say more to avoid suspicion."

"pity……"

The tone of the Mother Goddess also had a hint of regret.

But then he was a little surprised and said:

"You have finally been promoted to the third-class god..."

Yin Shen suddenly showed admiration:

"I haven't thanked the Mother Goddess yet."

"This is what it should be... Your persuasion is meritorious. If it weren't for you, Yang Que would probably be able to bring back the thousand Nascent Souls back to Huangji Continent. Now Yang Que is the only one left. Although it is still troublesome, we can take advantage of this to counterattack. The odds of winning are also greatly increased.”

"This is your contribution, and you should be rewarded!"

The Mother Goddess praised the Yin God without hesitation, and then an umbilical cord quickly wrapped around it.

Feel the power of incense pouring from your umbilical cord.

Wang Ba couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Mother Goddess is really interesting.

I have never seen anyone more generous than Him.

But this joy was soon replaced by a touch of worry.

The Mother Goddess would not miss such an opportunity.

Huangjizhou now only has one Yang Que and Hualongchi who have escaped. With only a thousand Nascent Soul monks left in the Sui Dynasty, I am afraid that they may not be the opponents of the Kingdom of All Gods.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel his heart sink slightly.

He was thinking about how to balance the power of Huangjizhou and the Kingdom of All Gods.

But at this moment.

His heart suddenly trembled.

A ray of Yin God's power quietly returned to the temple.

Upon noticing this ray of Yin Shen's power, he quickly felt a shock in his heart:

"Yang Que is dead?!"

"What should the Kingdom of Gods do?! Who will stop them?" (End of Chapter)