Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant

"Fellow Daoist Deng has rebuilt his body. This is cause for celebration."

"Bingji has made great progress in the past few years. In another three to five hundred years, I'm afraid he will be able to reach the state of refining emptiness."

Inside the Yinxu Taoist Temple.

Wang Ba sat cross-legged in the temporary cave specially prepared for him by Yin. Looking at Tao Bingji and Deng Yingjue in front of him, he could not help but nod.

Deng Yingjue looked respectful:

"It's all because of you, Senior. The Yin Clan was quite polite to me. In addition to the training supplies you left behind, they also provided me with a lot of them."

"You should feel grateful and burst into tears!"

Tao Bingji also stood respectfully in front of Wang Ba and bowed:

“If it weren’t for the teacher’s previous guidance, I would probably have been trapped below the Nascent Soul stage in this life and would not be able to escape.”

Wang Ba raised his hand gently and stopped Tao Bingji from bowing with a smile:

"That's not necessary. Everyone has their own destiny in cultivation. This is your chance, and I just happened to meet you by chance."

"By the way, if there's a chance, please ask Yunhuo Realm for me... if they are interested in merging into a larger realm."

As he spoke, he was slightly aware of something in his heart.

He had a deep understanding of the Buddhist teachings of the Supreme Buddha.

Now, unconsciously, there is a hint of Buddhism in his conversation.

He then gave some further instructions.

Tao Bingji was a congenital god and demon in his previous life, so his understanding of Taoism was quite ordinary.

However, he was also lucky to have met Wang Ba, a great cultivator who was rare in the entire world. Under his careful guidance, his progress was so fast that even some cultivators with extraordinary talents could not match him.

When Tao Bingji heard that a big world wanted to annex the Yunhuo World, he was both surprised and happy.

He has been reincarnated many times in the Yunhuo Realm, so naturally he has different feelings towards the Yunhuo Realm. The Yunhuo Realm is destined to be destroyed in the near future. If there is a big realm willing to annex it, it would be a good way out for the Yunhuo Realm. He immediately nodded in agreement.

"By the way, do you know where the Quiet Cave is?"

Wang Ba asked casually.

Tao Bingji was somewhat confused:

"What is the Quiet Cave?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Ba shook his head in disappointment:

But while he was calm and composed, Yin Tianzhi was worried and didn't know how the situation would end.

Amidst the worry, there was also a hint of expectation that I dared not even think about.

Yin Tianzhi secretly made up his mind that if it failed, he would simply leave the ruins of corpses and find another place to stay.

Time just passes by little by little...

…

At the fontanelle of the human-shaped continent in the Ruins of Corpses, the skull cracked slightly, and countless chaotic sources poured into it.

It is deep in the fontanelle.

A dojo lies across the abyss between the skull and parietal bone, allowing the chaotic source energy around it to continue to wash over it.

There are two big characters engraved on the dojo:

"Laowen."

This place is the location of the Laowen Sect, one of the eleven major forces in the Ruins of the Corpse.

At this moment, deep in the temple.

A middle-aged Taoist priest with slightly white hair and beard and a kind face sat cross-legged silently in a secret room. In front of him was an object that looked like a 'horn'. The 'horn' was covered with wrinkles of time and pits, but it lay quietly in a treasure box decorated with incomparable luxury.

Looking at this "horn", the middle-aged Taoist sighed quietly as usual:

"I am an unworthy disciple. I hold the master's precious treasure in my hands, but I don't know how to control it..."

Subconsciously, he reached out his hand and carefully stroked the 'horn', feeling the warmth in his palm, but other than that, he didn't feel anything else. He sighed, and gently closed the treasure box as he had done countless times before.

This has always been his habit. Before making any major decisions, he would come to this quiet room to observe the relics left by his ancestors, trying to get some hints from them.

But this time, he did not rush to get up as usual. Instead, he gently placed his hands on the treasure box, his eyes slightly empty.

It seems to be a murmur, but also seems to be unwilling:

"It is clear that the ancestor can reach the Mahayana stage and ascend to the upper realms, but why has no disciple of the younger generation been able to inherit his grace over the years?"

"Not to mention the Mahayana, even a cultivator in the late stage of the Tribulation Crossing has never appeared so far..."

"Not only us, but even the entire Ruins of Corpses, how many years has it been since a cultivator who has reached the late stage of the Transcendental Tribulation appeared?"

"Why is this so?"

"Is it inevitable, or just a coincidence?"

The Tribulation Realm is the last threshold for the cultivators in the Realm Sea to ascend to heaven. Therefore, the difficulty of upgrading each small realm is even more difficult than the previous large realm.

In the Ruins of Corpses, there are many people in the early stage of tribulation, but only a few in the middle stage, and there is no one in the late stage.

This situation has actually been going on for a long time.

One of the reasons is that each family checks and balances each other. Once a cultivator shows signs of breaking through to the late stage, he will often be besieged by other forces until the possibility of a breakthrough is cut off.

But after all these years, there hasn't been a single late stage, which eventually gave him some more ideas in his mind.

"Could it be that... the Ruins of Corpses cannot accommodate cultivators in the late stage of the Tribulation? So we can't break through?"

When this thought came to his mind, the middle-aged Taoist couldn't help but tremble in his heart.

If this is the case, how can he solve it?

Escape from the ruins of corpses?

But if they leave here, where can he and the Laowen School go?

In his heart, he couldn't help but feel confused:

"What on earth is this corpse ruins?"

“It’s like a world but not a world… yet it can accommodate many cultivators to live here…”

He didn't know the answer, but this question had actually been on his mind from time to time since he entered the Tribulation Realm.

But there has never been a clear answer.

He couldn't help but sigh again in his heart, and whispered to the treasure box in front of him:

"Grandmaster, I, your humble disciple, only hope to take advantage of this rare opportunity to complete what you have never accomplished before, unify the entire corpse ruins, and then follow in your footsteps to ascend to the second sea of ​​the world..."

At this moment.

Outside the quiet room, there was a sudden and somewhat rapid knocking sound.

This voice seemed to bring the middle-aged Taoist priest out of his solitude in an instant. The confusion and worry on his face were put away in an instant, and a kind smile appeared on his face again.

The treasure box in front of him also disappeared quietly without anyone noticing.

Then he whispered to the outside of the quiet room:

"What is it?"

Outside the meditation room, the boy said anxiously:

"The leader is Baiqu Yin..."

The middle-aged Taoist priest was invigorated when he heard the name. Without making any movement, the door to the quiet room suddenly opened, and he said with a little expectation:

"Are they willing to form an alliance?"

The boy outside the quiet room stood outside the door, not daring to enter, but shook his head and said:

“No, no…”

The middle-aged Taoist's eyes narrowed slightly, but the smile on his face suddenly became a little more sinister and cold:

"They refused?"

The boy waved his hands repeatedly:

"No, it's outside! The worshiper of Baiqu Yin family left a visiting card outside the Taoist temple, saying that he would visit in three days..."

"Offering? Paying a visit in three days?"

The middle-aged Taoist was stunned, and the sinister and cold expression on his face froze, somewhat puzzled:

"Why would the Baiqu Yin Clan's worshiper want to visit us?"

"And a mere worshiper... If I remember correctly, the Baiqu Yin Clan does not have any worshipers who have reached the Tribulation Realm, right?"

The boy shook his head quickly and said:

"Have you forgotten? More than three hundred years ago, the Baiqu Yin Clan did recruit a tribulation-crossing worshiper named Taiyi, but later he seemed to be forced away by Lingyuan Mansion and Huankong Realm..."

Hearing the boy's reminder, the middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly, then suddenly said:

"Yes, it's true. This person came and left in a hurry. I don't have much impression of him. But this Taiyi worshiper..."

He hesitated, as if he had thought of something, frowned and asked:

"It should have nothing to do with the Taiyi Master in Yuntian Realm, right?"

"Probably not."

The boy was very clear about the whole story and said:

"That day, the Taiyi worshiper of the Baiqu Yin family was forced away by the fake palace masters of Lingyuan Mansion, Huankong Realm, and Wanmo Palace. If it was really the 'Taiyi True Man' who appeared in Yuntian Realm, I'm afraid none of these three forces would survive. Such a person, who could defeat more than 20 Bodhisattvas alone, is so powerful that I don't think he would suffer such evil. Most likely, it's just a coincidence in name."

Hearing this, the middle-aged Taoist nodded slightly, his face relaxed a little, and said approvingly:

"You've done a lot of homework."

The boy had no smile on his face and said angrily:

"That Yin family's worshiper is really a bit arrogant. He just wrote outside our temple, saying he is visiting. I'm afraid he has bad intentions. If you saw it, you would be as angry as I am!"

The middle-aged Taoist frowned slightly when he heard this. He scanned the space with his mind and saw a row of large characters hanging outside the Taoist temple. Although there were only a few words, they showed a majestic atmosphere. He couldn't help but read it out:

"I will visit you in three days."

The signature consists of only two words: Taiyi.

It is concise and powerful, full of irresistible strength, restrained in momentum yet hidden in edge.

"Good writing, good cultivation!"

When he saw these words, despite his preconceived notions and a slight hostility, the middle-aged Taoist couldn't help but brighten his eyes.

He was already one step away from the late stage of tribulation, but he could vaguely see the hidden artistic conception and extremely condensed rules behind these few words.

Of course, after all, it's just words written in the air, and what it can carry is limited, so other than that, nothing else can be seen.

He withdrew his consciousness and frowned slightly:

"Yin Tianzhi is not a stupid person. He should be able to see which family in the Ruins of Corpses has more hope... and we are already preparing to attack Yutang Mansion and Longcong Mansion. Why does he let a worshiper who has publicly announced his separation from the Yin family and the Ruins of Corpses come here at this time?"

"Probing? Or making our stance clear to other forces?"

For a moment, he did not quite understand what Yin Tianzhi's intention was with this move.

While he was thinking, several streams of light flew over from outside the dojo.

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The middle-aged Taoist was a little surprised, but the boy had already taken a good look and flew up to catch all the streams of light. He quickly scanned the news coming from the streams of light and his face changed. Then he looked up with astonishment:

"Master, the Yin family and the Yin family have also sent visiting cards to the other eight families!"

"What?"

The middle-aged Taoist was greatly surprised when he heard this. He quickly snatched the message and scanned it, and then he was even more shocked:

"Also three days later?"

"We found nine companies at the same time..."

"What on earth is Yin Shi up to?"

He originally thought that the visiting card from the other party was actually an invitation to fight, and he was prepared to respond.

But when he saw that the other party had sent visiting invitations to nine families at the same time, he couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"Master, what should we do now?"

The boy was a little worried:

"We have already agreed with Jinshuibo to take action. As for the Ten Thousand Demons Palace, we are already prepared..."

The middle-aged Taoist stared at Yin Tianzhi, thinking over and over again, but still couldn't figure out what he was thinking. He felt that the other party's move was really inexplicable. After hesitating for a moment, he said in a deep voice:

"Tell Jinshuibo that we should wait and see. Three or two days won't delay anything."

"yes."

The boy immediately took the order and left.

The middle-aged Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the line of words outside the Taoist temple that had not disappeared for a long time, and his brows furrowed unconsciously.

He always felt that he seemed to have made a mistake somewhere, but for the moment, he couldn't figure it out.

Finally it fell on one person:

"Yin Tianzhi..."

…

The three-day period is over in the blink of an eye.

Lingyuan Mansion.

The white-haired old man Fan Fenglei had a solemn expression on his face and had already sat cross-legged outside the palace of Lingyuan Mansion early in the morning.

Behind him stood many cultivators from the Spiritual Source Palace, overcoming tribulations and merging...

In the depths of the gloomy void in the distance, there are also faint figures hiding quietly in it, peeking towards this place.

Unlike other forces, when Fan Fenglei received Taiyi's visiting card, he was extremely certain in his heart that the other party must have come this time to avenge the shame of being forced away by them before.

He also remembered the deep hatred that the other party had killed his own bloodline.

But he did not take it lightly. More than three hundred years ago, the strength displayed by the other party was already close to that of an ordinary cultivator in the middle stage of tribulation. After using the Taoist treasure, it was even more difficult to figure out the limit of his strength, which made him unable to help but be impressed. Now that the other party dared to come to "visit", he probably had enough confidence.

What worried him the most was that the other party came with Yin Tianzhi and others. This meant that they were two cultivators in the middle stage of tribulation. It would be a bit difficult for him to rely solely on Lingyuan Palace.

Sensing the figure lurking in the distant void, his heart was slightly relieved.

Just in case, he still invited the Fantasy World.

In addition, there are some uninvited 'guests'.

However, the arrival of these people was expected.

He also arranged some people to keep an eye on other forces.

Once there is any movement, they will go there immediately. After all, no one knows whose house this Taiyi worshiper will go to first, but no one will miss the opportunity to find out the details of the Yin family.

"You challenged nine families in one day? Humph, that's a bit too arrogant!"

Thinking of this, Fan Fenglei couldn't help but snorted coldly, with a fierce light flashing in his eyes.

But as time went by, no news came from the cultivators sent to the other eight families.

"Could it really be that we start from my Lingyuan Mansion?"

Fan Fenglei's face darkened.

And during this wait, a number of flying boats finally slowly approached from the dark void.

On the flying boat, there was a logo of the Baiqu Yin family.

As the flying boat approached, figures flew out silently from it.

Looking at this scene, both Fan Fenglei and the other figures hidden in the darkness felt inexplicably relieved.

I'm not afraid of a powerful opponent, I'm just afraid of not being able to guess what methods the opponent has. Now that Baiqu Yin's people have appeared, it is equivalent to revealing a corner of the trump card.

The monks from various forces watching in the void sent messages one after another at this moment, and in the distance, a series of teleportation arrays lit up...

And when a figure in green robe walked down from the flying boat.

Fan Fenglei, who was guarding in front of the Lingyuan Mansion's palace, finally turned cold, gnashed his teeth, and spoke word by word:

"Tai, Yi!"

"How dare you come to my Lingyuan Mansion!"

Although he was impressed by the other party's style, if he did not take revenge, not only would he be unable to explain himself, but he would also be unable to explain to the monks in the palace.

Yin Tianzhi, who then walked out of the flying boat, snorted coldly and asked:

"Mr. Fan, is this how you welcome guests?"

"guest?"

Fan Fenglei snorted coldly, vaguely aware of the auras coming quickly from all around, all of whom were powerful figures from various forces. His heart was slightly tense, and his thoughts raced.

His face was still stern:

"He ruined my great-great-grandson's life! If he can withstand my sword, I will consider him a guest!"

Yin Tianzhi sneered and was about to speak.

But he didn't expect Wang Ba beside him to calmly say:

"One sword is not enough, how about three swords?"

As soon as these words were spoken, both Fan Fenglei and the various forces hiding in the surroundings and watching were stunned.

Fan Fenglei was particularly surprised. He had only said it casually and had not expected the other party to agree. He was just looking for an excuse to do it. Now, seeing that the other party agreed without even thinking about it, he felt angry, but also a sense of admiration.

Yin Tianzhi's expression changed slightly, and he was about to dissuade him.

Fan Fenglei shouted:

"Okay! It's settled then! If you take the three sword strikes, our feud will be written off!"

Before he finished speaking, he couldn't wait to draw his sword!

The sword light merged into the Black Water Dao domain, becoming one with it, as heavy as a river in the sky!

Amidst the sparkling waves, it seemed as if a huge black river was rushing towards them.

This sword seemed hasty, but whether it was Yin Tianzhi, Sang Kong, the master of the Illusionary Realm, or Cheng Lianzi who happened to arrive from afar, the top cultivators from other forces all looked solemn when they saw this sword.

"Old Man Fan doesn't often use the sword, but I didn't expect he has this skill...Fellow Taoist Taiyi, be careful to dodge!"

Yin Tianzhi's expression changed slightly, and he quickly sent a message to Wang Ba.

This sword was so powerful and fierce, far surpassing Fan Fenglei's previous strength. It was obviously accumulated for a long time, and it perfectly demonstrated the characteristic of the Black Water Dao that the longer the power was accumulated, the greater the power would be. I'm afraid no one present would dare to confront it head-on.

Just as the sword was about to be swung out, Fan Fenglei's face became solemn, his sword finger trembled slightly, and he used all his strength to slash out with another sword!

Everyone was dignified, even the middle-aged Taoist Cheng Lianzi from the Laowen school had a stern look in his eyes at this moment!

What no one expected was that Fan Fenglei still did not give up and wanted to strike out with the third sword. Unfortunately, the sword light was only half condensed and then suddenly collapsed. This was beyond the limit of Fan Fenglei's control.

Even so, when these two swords were slashed down, Cheng Lianzi and others couldn't help but look at Fan Fenglei with a little more fear in their eyes.

"Fellow Taoist Taiyi!"

While everyone was surprised at what Fan Fenglei had shown, Yin Tianzhi looked very anxious.

Fan Fenglei slashed down with two swords, but Wang Ba did not dodge or evade, nor did he have the slightest intention of attacking, he just stood there calmly.

It's too late to take action again.

But two sword lights were seen, one in front and one behind, silently cutting!

Then, as if hitting a pillar in the sky, endless black water splashed out, sweeping away the surrounding chaotic source matter.

The people watching around also avoided it, not daring to get involved in the slightest.

The water was black and the waves were white, but there was only a figure in a green robe standing in the waves with his hands behind his back, unmoved.

At this moment, the black water retreated and everything was silent!

Yin Tianzhi, Fan Fenglei, Sangkong Realm Master, Cheng Lianzi and others in the distance all cried out in amazement! (End of this chapter)