I have been a saint in the world for three thousand years

Facing the old man's question, Yan Xiu nodded slightly. After all, he would know the truth after staying in Fuzhen Temple for a few days.

Because the blue luan plays in the clouds or in the mountains and forests every day, you can see it with your own eyes if you spend some time.

After hearing this, the old man walked out of the pavilion trembling, unable to conceal his excitement, and laughed loudly towards the sky.

"I thought I would end my life in a lonely grave, but I didn't expect that God would give me this opportunity to be reborn."

He suppressed his emotions and said to Yan Xiu with hope in his tone: "I have an unwelcome request, I hope the young Taoist priest will agree to it!"

Yan Xiu stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. He had guessed something in his mind.

If he could provide some elixirs or something like that, maybe he could establish a good relationship with this person.

But now it was obvious that the old man came for Qingluan, so there was nothing to say between them.

"Why don't you let me check your pulse first? Maybe my alchemy skills can be of some use."

Yan Xiu turned around and said.

The old man shook his head repeatedly, with a hint of anxiety in his words.

"It's too late. I have no time left. As long as you promise me that after I recover, I can find whatever you want for you, even the throne of the Yuan Dynasty!"

These outrageous words made many pilgrims around change their faces, and they avoided him as if he were a snake or scorpion.

"Go, go! This old man is crazy!"

"This old man wants to die but he shouldn't bring trouble to us. It's really unlucky!"

In the blink of an eye, the pilgrims around fled away.

Seeing that Yan Xiu had no reaction, the old man's expression and tone began to become gradually crazy, and a violent aura gradually emanated from his body.

“Why…why…why!”

The old man roared, his voice resounding throughout the entire Fuzhen Temple.

The violent true energy swept in all directions, the trees on the mountains were cut in half, and the clouds in the sky were dispersed by this true energy.

A moment later, Zhu Miao came over with a serious look on his face.

But his eyes were full of shock when he looked at the old man.

Now, with the help of the elixir given by Yan Xiu, he has reached the perfect innate realm and is much stronger than before.

But when he faced the old man in front of him, he felt so insignificant, like a lone boat in the storm.

“This… this is the Tianyuan Realm!”

But he denied himself as soon as he said it.

"No, that's not right, this aura is wrong!"

At this time, the old man's mood gradually calmed down.

At this moment, he no longer had the dying aura he had before. Instead, he was like a rising sun, emitting a majestic energy from his entire body.

"Little Taoist priest, do you have anything to say before you die?"

Yan Xiu did not answer, but turned to Zhu Miao and said, "Go back and close the door."

Zhu Miao was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and returned to Fuzhen Temple.

The old man did not stop Zhu Miao and let him leave.

Because in his opinion, Fuzhen Temple has become a dead zone today and no one can leave alive.

"Since you want to kill me, you have to tell me who you are." Yan Xiu said without changing his expression.

The old man showed an appreciative look and praised in a hoarse voice.

"You are quite courageous, little Taoist priest. If it weren't for this incident, I would have accepted you as my disciple and passed on my lifelong skills to you. It's a pity that fate plays tricks on us..."

The old man's name was Pu Changyong. He was not from the Yuan Dynasty, but came from a force in the northern border called the Xianyue Holy Land.

Fifty years ago, he rebelled against this force and was hunted down, fleeing all the way south to Dajin.

Although he successfully killed the people chasing him, he was counterattacked by the enemy before his death and was poisoned.

In order to find the antidote, he searched all over Dajin, but the poison was unusual and no one in Dajin could detoxify it. Only the Xianyue Holy Land had the antidote.

But he didn't dare to go back and fall into the trap, so he had to lower his realm to suppress the poison with his true energy. His Tianyuan realm also fell back to the initial stage of Xiantian realm. Even so, he was almost invincible in Dajin.

However, over the past few decades, the true energy in his body has been dissipating at an increasingly rapid rate. If this continues, without the true energy to suppress it, the poison will spread throughout his body, and an extremely painful and tragic death will be waiting for him.

Many years ago, he risked his life and disguised himself to sneak back to the Northern Frontier, and finally found a way to detoxify other than the Holy Land of the Moon.

After that, they went through great hardships to search for medicinal materials, but they were only missing the last main ingredient, which was the blood essence of the divine beast.

But the divine beasts in this world are so rare that even a powerful place like the Xianyue Holy Land only has one, which was the mount of the master three hundred years ago. Although the ancestor has passed away, this divine beast is still alive and is extremely powerful.

After the founding of the Yuan Dynasty, he had heard that there were divine beasts raised in the palace, but after sneaking in, he found that the blood of the divine beasts was mixed and was of no use to him at all. For a moment, he became completely hopeless.

Pu Changyong, who had only a few years left to live, heard that a divine bird had descended to the world at Fuzhen Temple, so he rushed there without stopping.

After learning that the divine bird was none other than the divine beast Qingluan, his heart, which had already been dead, came back to life.

The Qingluan of Fuzhen Temple is his chance to live a new life. Anyone who wants to stop him will be his mortal enemy, no matter who he is.

As Pu Changyong spoke, he gradually released the true energy that had been suppressed for decades, and a domineering aura that no one else could match burst out from him.

The atrophied muscles expanded rapidly like a balloon, the old face regained vitality, the white hair turned black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the hunched body stood up with a crackling sound.

But this also means that after this battle, if Pu Changyong cannot obtain the Qingluan's blood, he will definitely die. But he knows in his heart that even if he doesn't do this, he will not live for many days.

"It has been a long time since I have felt this kind of power. Today, either you die or I die!"

"Young Taoist priest, I wanted to give you a great opportunity, but you didn't want it."

The pressure from the Tianyuan Realm, like the law of heaven, swept across the entire mountain, and everyone felt a sense of suffocation as if they were drowning.

Yan Xiu's robes rustled, but there was no fear in his eyes. He was just quietly feeling the pressure from the Tianyuan realm.

When Pu Changyong saw this scene, he admired Yan Xiu even more, and there was a great regret in his tone.

"Little Taoist priest, if you were willing to listen to me, these people wouldn't have to die with you today. What a pity..."

After saying this, he slowly rose into the air without any movement. Suddenly, a strong wind blew between heaven and earth, and countless dead trees and rocks were blown up into the sky by the strong wind.

Pu Changyong's fierce eyes suddenly focused and he suddenly raised his hands.

Suddenly, the palms of his hands seemed to be a black hole that swallowed everything, and the surrounding strong winds were constantly sucked in.

Seeing that Pu Changyong's momentum was growing, Yan Xiu still did nothing.

"Little Taoist Priest, this attack is the result of my life's work. How can you, a mere Xiantian realm cultivator, block it?"

After saying that, Pu Changyong shouted loudly and pressed his hands down suddenly.

Suddenly, a pair of giant palms of true energy, several dozen feet in size, appeared in the sky and pressed down.

The towering trees were destroyed piece by piece, and the bluestone slabs weighing more than dozens of pounds around Yan Xiu were blown away by the strong air pressure.

At this time, everyone in the Taoist temple also saw the giant palms formed by the true energy.

The strong pressure made Zhu Miao feel desperate.

Is this the power of a Tianyuan Realm expert?

too strong!

I don’t know if the Taoist priest is my opponent.

Yan Xiu's eyes were calm, but suddenly a look of disappointment appeared on his face. He placed his hand on the Ziyuan Sword and muttered.

"This is... too weak."