Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

"I was about to get closer to the great road, but you interrupted me."

"The underground is so big, why did you come here?"

"Don't you know there are people underground?"

The wretched old man asked repeatedly, and he was very angry.

"Uh... Senior, your aura is so well hidden, how can I know..."

Jiang Mu scratched his head, aggrieved like a baby who did something wrong.

"You..."

The wretched old man was very angry and a little dizzy, but he thought about it and it seemed to be true.

"Hmph, I don't care, you dare to disturb my practice, I could have easily crushed you to death, but I am not a murderer."

"Which sect are you a disciple of, or do you have any relatives, let them quickly bring spirit stones to redeem you."

"If not..."

The wretched old man made a gesture of wiping his neck.

Although his enlightenment was broken, killing Jiang in front of him would certainly vent his anger, but he would not get any actual benefits. It would be better to blackmail him.

"Well, senior, I was wrong to offend you. How much compensation do you need?"

Jiang Mu thought again and again and decided to exchange money for life.

No matter how important the spirit stones are, they are not as important as his life.

"Hehe, not much, 100,000 low-grade spirit stones are enough."

The wretched old man said with a smirk.

100,000 spirit stones...

Jiang Mu has the resources of the chaotic world, so he still has 100,000 spirit stones.

Now he can only do what the other party said.

Who made him so unlucky, digging a grave on someone else's head.

So Jiang Mu immediately threw out a storage ring and bowed his hands and said: "There are 100,000 spirit stones in it, as my apology to the senior."

"My sect's elders will come to pick me up soon, senior goodbye!"

After saying this, Jiang Mu turned around.

The wretched old man's eyes lit up. He didn't expect that this young man was so rich that he could give 100,000 spirit stones just by asking!

At that moment, the wretched old man grabbed Jiang Mu and said with a smile: "Don't be in a hurry to leave. What's your name? What's the name of your sect? Maybe I know your elders..."

Seeing this, Jiang Mu secretly thought that it was not good. This wretched old man was not a good person at first glance. He must have been greedy for him.

But now, how can he get out?

He didn't have a sect at all. Even if he counted it as the chaos of the mortal world, it would not be of much use.

Jiang Mu didn't know much about the big sects in other regions, and if it was a big sect, why would he come to such a far place alone?

The only explanation was the nearby sect.

It's reasonable to come here while strolling, right?

So Jiang Mu said respectfully: "Senior, my name is Kunli, and I am a disciple of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect."

There was no way. Jiang Mu was closest to the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect and knew the most.

At least I know the name of its leader.

"Oh... um?"

The wretched old man was stunned for a moment, but he quickly covered it up and nodded thoughtfully.

"Is that so? I am on good terms with the ancestor of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect. The Seven-Colored Cloud Sect is a very good sect. Since you are a disciple of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect, I will not make things difficult for you. These 100,000 spirit stones will be a small lesson for you."

"If it were someone else, you would probably be a corpse now."

The wretched old man stroked his beard, looking like an elder, speaking earnestly.

"Remember the teachings of the senior."

Jiang Mu bowed.

"Let's go. Don't drill into the ground blindly next time. I don't know how many old things are buried near the Great Dao Tongtian Stone."

The wretched old man waved his hand.

Jiang Mu did not stop and drilled quickly towards the ground.

No matter what the reason, this wretched old man was actually willing to let him go.

Could it be that he was really on good terms with the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect?

But even if the wretched old man didn't let Jiang Mu go, he had prepared for the worst.

Holding the holy weapon three-pointed double-edged sword, Jiang Mu couldn't beat him, so couldn't he run away?

After Jiang Mu left, the wretched old man fell into deep thought.

He didn't expect that the blackmail would reach his own disciples.

Whether Jiang Mu was really a disciple of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect or not, the wretched old man would not do anything to him.

Because the wretched old man was not enlightened at all, everything was just fishing.

For the sake of face, the wretched old man could only quietly put away the spirit stone and pretend that he was not the ancestor of the Seven-Colored Cloud Sect.

"Don't say, this junior is quite rich."

It was impossible to return it, so he could only pretend and pretend that he didn't know him. 33 Novel Network

The wretched old man was happy in his heart, and he would go out and change places later.

There was no way, there were always people who didn't know their own abilities and liked to go underground.

You know, there were many Shenqiao Realm cultivators who were enlightened underground.

Jiang Mu, who had already flown out of the ground, might be furious if he knew the truth.

After this lesson, Jiang Mu no longer lingered around the Great Dao Tongtian Pillar.

Although the Great Dao is precious, life is more precious.

Even without the breath of the Great Dao, Jiang Mu would still understand the Dao.

So, Jiang Mu continued to fly north, bypassing the Great Dao Tongtian Pillar, and stopped on the top of a mountain after flying a long distance.

The spiritual energy here is thin, and there are not many monsters.

From here, the Great Dao Tongtian Pillar can be vaguely seen.

Under the induction of the divine sense, there is no trace of the cultivator here.

"Damn it, three thousand years east of the river, three thousand years west of the river, don't bully the poor young man!"

"Don't let me meet that wretched old man, or I will make him spit out his money with interest."

Finally, Jiang Mu also shouted out the protagonist's declaration.

This kind of low cultivation, the feeling of being slaughtered by others is really uncomfortable.

It is impossible to fight for more resources.

It seems that Jiang Mu has only the fate of surviving.

Although surviving to the end can be invincible, who doesn't want to sing all the way and walk out an invincible road to cultivation?

Sitting alone on the top of the mountain, Jiang Mu sighed at the scenery.

Sighing, after releasing some thoughts, Jiang Mu stood up and began to dig out a cave on the top of the mountain.

This is just a matter of minutes for him.

Afterwards, Jiang Mu sacrificed various formations-

Of course, they were not refined by him, but the resources of Qingluan Hongchen itself.

Qingluan Hongchen still has quite a few advanced formations, some of which can even resist the full force of ordinary Shenqiao Realm masters, and only Quasi-Saints can break through them. Most of them were brought out by him.

If you are tired of enlightenment, it is not impossible to continue studying the formations.

Three layers inside and three layers outside, with the blessing of these formations, Jiang Mu felt much more at ease when practicing.

Now he only hoped that when he achieved something in his cultivation, the wretched old man had not died yet.

Otherwise, he would not feel satisfied even if he vented his anger.

However, Jiang Mu looked at the wretched old man and estimated that he was either a cultivator of the first or second realm of the Divine Bridge.

The initial lifespan of a cultivator of the first realm of the Divine Bridge was 7,000 years, and the initial lifespan of a cultivator of the second realm of the Divine Bridge was 10,000 years.

That wretched old man should not die easily.

Jiang Mu only hated that the upgrade speed was a bit slow. It took more than a thousand years from the Nascent Soul to the God Transformation, and it was unknown how long it would take from the God Transformation to the Tribulation.

Fortunately, Jiang Mu had nothing but a long life.

If it really didn't work, he would outlast the wretched old man, and then pee and dance on his grave.

It would be a relief.

...

At this time, the wretched old man, who was far outside the Great Dao Tongtianzhu formation, had just completed another order.

The person he blackmailed was a cultivator in the early stage of the Tribulation, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Don't be afraid, young man. I've let you bargain. You only need 50,000 spirit stones to redeem yourself. Do you know how many spirit stones the last cultivator like you paid?"

"That's a full 100,000!"

. You provide the immortality of the great god Zhixiaoyuan: Start with one life, and your cultivation depends entirely on survival