Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

Chapter 581 Buddha saves the destined people

Outside Jingyuan Island, there are clouds on the sea.

The old man in green robe, who was hiding above the sea of clouds with his hands behind his back, quietly watched the battle taking place on Jingyuan Continent with amazement.

Beside him, stood a stern young man in black with his hands tied.

He lowered his head slightly, extremely respectful, but did not even look at what was happening on Jingyuan Continent in the distance.

For a long time, until he saw the ancestor of Zhenwu transforming into a blood sword and killing the mother goddess, the old man in green robe let out a long breath.

Then he couldn't help stroking his hands and exclaiming:

"He is worthy of being a man of destiny. In just over six hundred years, he has been able to single-handedly push the true martial arts to the current state... Looking at the Kokura Realm, who among today's generation can match it?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, a figure of a young monk with an ordinary appearance suddenly appeared in his mind. The old man in green robes was originally quite interested, but suddenly he felt as uncomfortable as if he had eaten a fly.

Shaking his head, as if to throw this figure out of his mind, he immediately looked at the ancestor of Zhenwu, who was covered in blood and his breath was much weakened, with a look of emotion on his face.

Although the ancestor of Zhenwu single-handedly killed the Mother Goddess of the Ten Thousand Gods, he was still severely injured. If he wanted to gain a great opportunity from the other party, this moment was a rare opportunity.

However, when he saw the golden dragon-transforming pond next to him, a hint of fear flashed through the eyes of the old man in green robe.

"Ye Cangsheng..."

The old man in green robe then moved his eyes slightly, looked at the stern young man in black beside him, and asked in a low voice:

"Shenfu, what happened to what I told you now?"

The stern young man in black had a respectful look on his face and replied in a deep voice:

"Back to the Supreme Lord, nearly half of the sect's blood sacrifice reserves have been activated, and a total of two hundred million mortal blood slaves... have all been refined into blood flags, and the blood stains have been stored separately, ready for the Supreme Lord's practice at any time."

When the old man in green robe heard this, he couldn't help but sigh slightly, showing a look of compassion:

"The blood method is indeed harmful to Tianhe. If I have no other choice, I can't bear to destroy the accumulation of the sect over the years."

"However, mortal blood slaves are still inferior after all. If they were all monk blood slaves..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly looked at the stern young man in black and smiled:

"If you want to practice the "Ten Directions True Demon Sutra", the difficulty will be doubled, and it will be difficult for me to help you like before. If you switch to the blood path, I can help you to achieve perfection as soon as possible. In the Dao realm, there may even be a chance to get a glimpse of the realm of refining the void.”

The stern young man in black was stunned when he heard this, and then a touch of surprise and hesitation appeared on his face:

"This... Your Majesty, does this disciple still have a chance?"

"Yes, of course there is."

The old man in green robe laughed and said:

"When this matter is over, I will give you the real blood method!"

The face of the stern young man in black suddenly couldn't conceal his joy, and he bowed:

"If you submit, I will do my best to assist the Supreme Being in ascending to the upper realm! Live forever!"

Seeing the joy on Shen Fu's face, the old man in green robe also showed a kind and kind smile.

But at this time, Shen Fu frowned slightly and said:

"It's just that there are so many blood flags. Isn't it a waste? I have sent people to investigate. The formations around this city are not too tyrannical."

"Be prepared, just in case there is another old guy hiding..."

The old man in green robe smiled casually:

"Now that everything is ready, there is no need to stay here anymore, let's go!"

After hearing this, Shen Fu nodded thoughtfully.

The two of them immediately disappeared into the vast sea of clouds.

…

South of Jingyuanzhou.

The Grand Canyon has become a vast swamp.

The land on the south bank is devastated.

The spiritual energy used to be the most sacred place of cultivation in the Nine Continents. Now, countless spiritual veins have been interrupted by the aftermath of the battle between the true warriors and the evil gods and monks of the Ten Thousand Gods Kingdom. Many spiritual energy has overflowed into the surrounding sea.

The temples standing on the plateau have been reduced to ruins. The incense monks who came and went have now been replaced by true warriors. At this moment, they stand in rows on the ruins. The black turtle flags of the true warriors are facing the wind. The number is astonishing.

But in the forefront of this densely packed group of true warriors, more than a dozen fifth-level true warriors with fading auras were covered in blood, but they all stood with their heads bowed in great respect below an old man.

The old man's beard and hair were messy, and his beard was still stained with blood.

He was wearing a large cloak casually, and the hideous scars on his chest were faintly visible, slowly healing in the blood.

He didn't care about any of this, he just silently put down the scroll in his hand that was filled with names.

His eyes swept across the true warriors below who were silent but filled with joy and excitement.

The true warrior's biggest opponent so far has finally been destroyed. Even if he paid a heavy price to eliminate these evil gods and evil cultivators, the survivors can't hide the joy of victory despite their grief.

This is human nature.

But at this moment, it was something he couldn't tolerate.

In his mind, the faces that had lost their vividness passed through one by one, and finally, they settled on the extremely angry face of the 'Dong King' who had not even left his body not long ago.

His eyes were like cold daggers, stabbing at the fifth-level true warriors below one by one.

He saw the shrinking and guilty conscience behind these people's forced composure, and saw the rotten hearts hidden under the high-spirited and vigorous blood of these people...

They are completely different from the weak and young faces behind them.

The old man couldn't help but closed his eyes in pain, feeling mixed emotions in his heart at this moment.

"Is this path of letting mortals control their own destiny right or wrong?"

"Teacher, I really can't tell..."

He once firmly believed in hatred and carried out his goal without hesitation, even standing opposite the most respected teacher for this.

But when the goal finally approached success little by little, the shadow under the light of success became clearer and clearer.

He saw the ugliness and filth under success.

He was increasingly unable to restrain a trace of fear.

He was not afraid of death.

But he was afraid that the fruits that he and all the real warriors had fought for a lifetime and fought for all would eventually be stolen!

If the world that the real warriors had fought for with all their efforts reappeared, and the group of people who rode on the heads of all living beings reappeared...

Then what was the meaning of everything he had done over the years?

Confusion, weakness, confusion... countless emotions filled his heart.

But he was the ancestor of the real martial arts after all, and he led the mortals to grow step by step as a mortal, and even swept across the Huangji Continent and the Jingyuan Continent!

The moment he opened his eyes, he finally made up his mind, put away all the weakness and confusion in his heart, and became the decisive martial ancestor again.

Looking around at the vast army of Zhenwu warriors below, as well as the more than ten fifth-level Zhenwu warriors, the old man slowly spoke:

"The Kingdom of Ten Thousand Gods is dead!"

"Zhenwu should rise!"

"In this battle, the Northern King, the Southern King... have all made great contributions, and we should congratulate them!"

"All my comrades have made great contributions to our Zhenwu, and we should congratulate them!"

"...I hope you will prepare your horses and soldiers, and don't slack off. Soon, the Zhenwu army will ride on Zhongshengzhou and rescue all the enslaved mortals!"

"In addition, all the sacrificed comrades will have tablets erected and enshrined in the Zhenwu Hall!"

After a short silence.

A deafening shout rang out from the vast army of Zhenwu:

"Zhenwu should rise!"

The joy of the great victory, accompanied by the shouts of the Zhenwu warriors, soared into the sky!

After saying this, the old man took a deep look at the Zhenwu army, then walked down the platform and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Seeing the old man leave, the Northern King and others below looked at each other quietly, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then loosened their palms full of cold sweat.

The blood in their palms also quietly withdrew.

They had already made preparations. If there was a slight sign of something wrong just now, they would have joined forces directly... But fortunately, Wu Zu didn't seem to find that the death of Dong Wang was strange.

But this is normal. After all, on the battlefield, magic has no eyes. Even a fifth-level Zhenwu warrior will inevitably die if he is not careful.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but feel a little relieved.

Luckily, Wu Zu didn't find it, and also fortunately, they didn't have to really go that far.

"After all, that's the Martial Ancestor. Even if he has that person's help, who can really be sure to beat him?"

The King of the North thought as he looked at the direction where the back figure disappeared.

...

"You, you are the Yin God?!"

The former Daoshengzhou is now an island square.

The statue of the Mother Goddess, who seemed to come alive, looked down in astonishment at the little monk who clasped his hands and saluted him.

About six or seven years old, with red lips and white teeth, a lively look, and a lucky red mole between his eyebrows, he looked very handsome.

He should have nothing to do with the Yin God, but he still recognized the similarity between the two faces at once and couldn't help but exclaimed in astonishment.

The little monk smiled and praised politely:

"You have good eyesight, you recognized it at a glance."

"But I am not a Yin spirit, you can call me 'Kong Chanzi'."

Then he reacted, touched his smooth head and said to himself:

"Oh no, I don't seem to have eyes..."

He quickly put his hands together and apologized to the Mother Goddess:

"I was wrong, I am sorry."

"Why are you here?"

The Mother Goddess didn't care about Kong Chanzi's ridicule at all, and asked in great surprise.

After noticing Kong Chanzi's actions, he was instantly shocked and angry:

"What are you doing?!"

After apologizing, Kong Chanzi nimbly held a small golden shovel and dug the bottom of the Mother Goddess statue. Hearing this, he immediately raised his head and smiled shyly at the Mother Goddess:

"Hehe, it's okay, don't panic, I just got this diamond shovel and am trying out how effective it is. Don't worry, I will never hurt the shovel."

The Mother Goddess was shocked!

Now that he was reborn, his status was restored to the most primitive state, that is, the fourth-level God seed state, at most the same level as the Nascent Soul cultivator, and no longer had the almost absolute calmness of the God Emperor level, and his emotional fluctuations were no different from those of ordinary people.

Hearing the words of Kong Chanzi, who seemed to be closely related to the Yin God, he was immediately shocked and angry, and said in a hurry:

"What are you going to do?"

The statue is an important channel for him to obtain the power of incense, and Kong Chanzi's actions simply hit his dead spot.

But he finally reacted, and his umbilical cord danced wildly, showing his shock:

"You are not the Yin God, the Yin God's breath is different from yours, who are you?!"

"Where is the Yin God?!"

Hearing this, Kong Chanzi also stopped his actions, smiled and looked at the Mother God, and there seemed to be a Buddha's light on his body:

"The donor is obsessed, whether I am the Yin God or not, does it matter? Why not ask, who is the donor?"

The Mother God was stunned:

"Who am I? I... I am naturally the Mother God!"

But Kong Chanzi shook his head and said seriously:

"Mother Goddess is just a name, but not you."

Mother Goddess was slightly angry:

"He is me!"

Kong Chanzi still shook his head:

"Mother Goddess is the name you were born with, but are you just a name?"

He then pointed at the small shovel in his hand:

"If I call it Da Huang, does it mean it is a dog?"

The umbilical cord around the placenta swayed slowly and blankly. Mother Goddess stared blankly at the golden shovel in Kong Chanzi's hand, and for the first time said in a daze:

"No, no, it is a shovel."

Kong Chanzi The monk immediately showed a look of relief:

"Yes, it is a shovel, not any name given to it by the monk. Mother God is the name given to you by heaven and earth, but it is not you. Then the monk would like to ask, who are you?"

This time, the Mother God was stunned for a long time, and the umbilical cord eye looked at herself for a long time, and finally replied uncertainly:

"I... I am the placenta?"

"Wonderful! The donor has realized it!"

"The donor is really a destined person!"

Kong Chanzi clapped his hands in praise, his tone full of joy.

Hearing Kong Chanzi's voice, the Mother God could not help but feel a little happy.

However, the moment this emotion was born, his consciousness suddenly shook, as if something was triggered, and his consciousness was instantly awakened, and he was furious:

"You used the method of bewitching me?!"

Kong Chanzi frowned when he heard this:

"Listen to what you say, what kind of bewitching method! I am a monk, and monks don't even lie, how can I do such a thing!"

"We are talking about Buddhism, do you understand Buddhism?"

The mother goddess pulled out the umbilical cord around her body in anger, and at the same time, countless incense powers were quickly refined in the placenta.

The breath quickly broke from the fourth-level god seed to the third-level god, and in just a blink of an eye, it had reached the level of the second-level god.

The second-level god is comparable to the early stage of the god transformation cultivator.

Kong Chanzi's face suddenly changed, and he ran away with the golden shovel in his arms. At the same time, he turned back and screamed:

"Are you really serious?"

Then he quickly woke up, raised his palm in front of him, and repeatedly reflected on himself:

"Sins, sins, I was so angry that I actually made a mistake!"

However, the enraged Mother Goddess would never forgive him. The umbilical cords suddenly swelled and hit Kong Chanzi's body.

Bang bang bang!

Golden light suddenly burst out from Kong Chanzi's body. Although he didn't break, he still made him scream:

"Dui Lei Old Mother!"

"Fuck your ancestors!"

"I'll hit you!"

Although the Mother Goddess didn't understand at all, it didn't prevent Her from feeling the greeting in Kong Chanzi's tone. She quickly refined the huge amount of incense power stored in her body, and then flew up directly, chasing Kong Chanzi and beating him.

As the creator of the evil god, his speed of refining the power of incense far exceeds that of other evil gods. Now he does not need to share the power of other evil gods, and all of it is for his own benefit. In just a blink of an eye, he has entered the first-class god position!

A first-class god is close to a mid-stage cultivator of the God of Transformation.

But the key is that his aura is still surging.

Sensing the sudden increase in the power of the Mother Goddess, Kong Chanzi could no longer curse, and hurriedly waved his monk robe.

The next moment, a giant elephant with golden patterns and black substance and dark purple flames on its four hooves flew out.

Countless umbilical cords instantly hit the giant elephant.

A cry of pain.

The elephant's trunk directly wrapped around Kong Chanzi, turned around and ran to the north!

"Slow down, slow down, my waist is about to break!"

Kong Chanzi shouted in embarrassment.

The Mother Goddess did not hesitate to chase him directly.

However, the speed of Xiang Sijiu was so fast that the Mother Goddess was quite surprised, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther.

Seeing this scene, Kong Chanzi suddenly came back to life, turned over and sat on Xiang Sijiu's back, proudly holding his palm in front of him:

"The donor and I are destined to compete, why don't we compete? If you can't catch up, you will be my seat and listen to my orders, how about that?"

The Mother Goddess suddenly stopped.

The huge placenta was suspended in the air.

Kong Chanzi was stunned, and just as he was wondering, the next moment, he saw the Mother Goddess's breath surge again!

It was actually in a short time that she broke into the God Lord level!

This time, the Mother Goddess's breath finally stopped rising rapidly.

In Kong Chanzi's stunned eyes, the umbilical cord on the huge placenta was like the tentacles of a squid in the sea, suddenly pushed, and then flew towards Kong Chanzi!

Kong Chanzi was immediately scared and dared not talk nonsense again.

He slapped Xiang Sijiu's butt frantically:

"Hurry! Run!"

However, in just a few breaths, the Mother Goddess quickly caught up.

Directly kept pace with Xiang Sijiu.

At the same time, many umbilical cords on his body slightly bent, staring at Kong Chanzi like poisonous snakes.

Kong Chanzi's hair stood up, and he quickly forced a smile:

"Misunderstanding, ahem, it's really a misunderstanding. By the way, I have something to do here, so I'll go first. If you have something to do, please do it yourself. There's no need to follow me."

The huge placenta showed no mercy, and the umbilical cords shot at Kong Chanzi without hesitation like arrows!

"Come again?!"

At the critical moment of life and death, Kong Chanzi dared not hesitate at all, and directly made a seal with both hands and shouted:

"My body save me!"

"No one can save you!"

In the huge placenta, the mother goddess' voice was full of outrage.

However, the next moment, he only felt an unimaginable huge force coming to him, and the expanded divine domain was instantly forced back!

In his shocked emotions.

He instantly lost all awareness of his surroundings. After a while, the world was spinning, and when he regained his awareness again, he 'saw' a huge phantom of Buddha at the end of the sky, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.

In front of the phantom of the Buddha, he seemed like an ant. At this moment, for the first time, he felt insignificant.

"W-where is this..."

"I told you not to come over, don't come over, but you don't believe it."

"It's all for your own good, why did you just... ugh!"

Not far away, Kong Chanzi, who was sitting cross-legged on Xiang Sijiu's back, slowly flew over, shook his head and sighed, spreading his hands:

"It's okay now, the monk can't help you anymore!"

"Didn't you ask where the Yin Shen is?"

"Well, it's here."

He pointed at the phantom of Buddha.

The mother goddess was startled.

In his doubtful and gradually shocked eyes.

The phantom of the Buddha sitting high in the sky finally slowly opened his eyes.