Chapter 149: Twenty Years of ApocalypseIn the tenth year of the Apocalypse, a towering giant demon was born. His name was Li Wuya. While the three Nascent Soul giants were suppressing and sealing the demon land, he led the remnants of the two sects and massacred the three major sects. On this day, the immortal world was filled with bloody sand and even the air was filled with a fishy smell. In the immortal world, the war has officially broken out! The three Nascent Soul giants were furious and no longer suppressed the demons. Instead, they hunted down the towering giant demon all over the world, vowing to pay back blood with blood and take back everything. "This is a good opportunity, isn't it?" Emperor Tianqi of the Great Qi stood in the ice and snow, looking at the turbulent immortal world, and spoke with a smile. then. That night, the immortal soldiers and horses rushed 30,000 miles to attack and kill the last remaining Ming Dynasty! The Jindan is high above, suppressing all directions. Build the foundation to become a general!
Practice Qi to become a soldier! Within three days, they were able to advance like a hot knife through butter and penetrate into the heart of the Ming imperial capital and approach the Ming imperial city. "It's not my fault! It's not my time!" "The five major sects misled me!" "Mistaken me!" The Ming Emperor cried out in grief and ended his more than a hundred years of immortal life on a crooked tree. Since then. Taking advantage of the civil strife in the immortal world. The Great Qi Dynasty officially unified the mortal world and controlled more than 70% of the Eastern Region. Above the imperial city, the national fortune was surging, and the luck of the real dragon was skyrocketing. The luck cultivation blessings obtained by the civil and military officials also made great progress. same year. Emperor Tianqi of Da Qi, after reaching the great perfection of the golden elixir, went into seclusion to explore for the opportunity to reach the Nascent Soul stage. Let Gu Yuehan take control of the government. That night, the territory of Da Qi was seven million miles, with nearly a hundred Jindan cultivators, ten Zhendan cultivators, and countless powerful soldiers and generals. If they wanted to truly and thoroughly dominate the Eastern Region, the only thing they lacked was a true Yuanying. “Just ten years.” “Times change.” "Things and people are no longer the same, and the world is no longer the same." That night, snow was blowing all over the sky, covering the earth in a blanket of silver. Su Chen sat in a thatched cottage on the green hill, looking at the capital of Da Qi and the world of immortals. Ice and snow covered his body, forming a thick layer of frost, but he seemed not to hear it. One year of the Apocalypse.
Even the Great Qi, or a tiny country, had to kneel down and greet its emperor before the Xuantian Sect guarding and building its foundation. At that time. The five major sects stand tall and proud, like gods and immortals. just now. Ten years of the Apocalypse. Da Qi was only one step away from taking control of the East Region and becoming a true celestial dynasty! The five major clans had long been in internal strife and no longer had a future. The golden elixir in Su Chen's body was trembling. As long as the Immortal Realm was destroyed, he would be able to absorb all the luck in the Eastern Region. The heaven and earth would gather their strength and send him to the purple gold elixir. "Before that." "sleepy." "I really want to get some sleep." Su Chen stood up shakily, and turned back to his original appearance, wearing black clothes and looking like an immortal. He walked to the medicine field, and tree whiskers kept emanating from his body and took root in the medicine field. He wants to sleep. This sleep may be even longer than the last one. perhaps. Wait until he wakes up. The five major sects no longer exist. perhaps. The Great Qi Dynasty has already stood firm and is in control of the Eastern Region. "Who can tell the future clearly?" "time." "It's most amazing." Su Chen was narrating that he had taken root in the earth, just like being buried with the green bird in the medicinal field. He looked at the green cow grazing on grass nearby. Qingniu was stunned. "This is……" "He's dead!" "Hahaha! I knew I could outlast him!" Qingniu was laughing loudly. His soul left his body and turned into the spirit of the fairy pavilion in his palm again. He danced with his hands and feet, as if cheering and venting the joy in his heart. He is free!
One day passed. He is cheering and planning to enjoy life. January passed. He traveled around the world, enjoying this freedom as free as the wind. A year has passed. He was silent. Finally, he returned and stood in the somewhat deserted medicinal field where those poisonous and magical herbs no longer grew. "I've worn you out. This world seems to be a lot less interesting. I don't know why, but I actually miss the days when I was by your side, watching the vicissitudes of life." For thousands of years, he has been the spirit of the Immortal Pavilion in his palm, serving one master after another. He longs for freedom and wants to break free from the constraints of the Immortal Pavilion. But it is true. He suddenly looked back and realized that thousands of years had passed and everything he was familiar with had long since vanished. It turned out that in this vast world, there was no place for him to call home... "You, you." "Aren't you a Nine-Life Heavenly Prodigy? How could you be so easily killed by time?" He dug out the green ox Dharma body that he had buried in the medicinal field, and transformed himself into a green ox again, guarding the abandoned thatched cottage. So warm. It turned out that, without realizing it, this place had become his home. Spring goes and autumn comes. In the twelfth year of Tianqi, the immortal world was closed, like a huge little world, isolated from the outside of the Eastern Region, and no one knew what was going on inside. There were only horrific noises coming from time to time. Witness that the immortal world still exists. Witness that the grievances and disputes inside are still continuing. The fifteenth year of Tianqi. Outside the imperial city. green hills. The wind blew, making the mountains and trees rustle. Without knowing when, this place had been planted with peach trees and a hibiscus tree, shining brightly. A young man in his late thirties arrived, leading an army from the frontier and returning to the imperial city to report. As he passed through Qingshan, he looked dazed and for a moment he could not recognize this place. "marshal!" "Why are you stopping? Lord Gu Yue, the regent, is still waiting to confer the title on you in the imperial city."
The military supervisor looked at this young man who had already reached the foundation-building stage and was appointed Marshal of Zhenbei, and showed a reserved but ingratiating smile. "I have a very good elder here, and I need to go and pay him a visit." Say it. Qing Cangyang whipped his horse and went straight up the green hill, leaving his support far behind. He rode along the green hill and passed through the peach blossom forest, and saw the thatched cottage and the familiar green cow. Now, he is no longer the ignorant boy. He can clearly sense that this green bull with surging flesh and blood, old soul, and unparalleled strength is actually a fake pill. He was shocked. It turned out that the green ox he rode to deliver wine in the past looked ordinary, but it was actually such a terrifying demon. "Senior Qingniu." "Is the gentleman still here?" He bowed respectfully and sincerely, and vaguely recalled the past, with tears welling up in his eyes. previous years. He was just a young man working in a secular tavern, mediocre to the extreme. His father died at the hands of the Yuan cavalry. He was so brave that he rushed to the frontier, but his only outcome was death. But he embarked on a journey of cultivation and slaughtered the people of the Yuan Dynasty. that year. He committed a heinous crime and was escorted back to the imperial city, where he should have been doomed to death, but he was safe and sound, and was favored by Emperor Tianqi. He met Feng Hualong and rose all the way to his current position as the head of the military, one of the four great marshals of the Great Qi. He has one hundred thousand immortal soldiers under his command. Their march is like mountains and seas, shaking the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles. "I came to thank you, sir." Qing Cang is narrating. "he died." The blue ox is whispering. hum! Qing Cang was shocked and couldn't believe it. at the same time. In the imperial capital of Da Qi, the true dragon of national destiny is also churning. A very deep earth vein. Xue opened her eyes and was also in disbelief. "he died?" "Sword Master, I don't believe it." "He is such a proud and immortal figure. Even if he is an immortal, he should have died on the mountain and sea street, on the road where true dragons compete. How could he be so unknown and buried in the green mountains..."
however. Jian Tianzun, an illusory figure, looked out at the green mountains at this moment, and was silent for a while, and couldn't help but sigh. "I... can't sense his aura anymore." "perhaps." "Really dead." "Either die of old age, or face the Nascent Soul stage, be seriously injured, and pass away in the green mountains?" This night. Emperor Tianqi was silent. He quietly left the retreat place where the dragon veins of mountains and rivers converged and stepped onto the Qingshan Mountain. Qingcang had already gone away in a miserable state. He left a monument for Su Chenli on Yaotian Mountain. Snow, come and worship. "Your Excellency is..." Qingniu wanted to ask, but he couldn't open his mouth. The almost suffocating pressure made him feel like he was facing an ancient Nascent Soul giant. Snow never looked at Qingniu once. His eyes were always fixed on the stone tablet, the burial place of Su Chen. He looked under the stone tablet and saw the medicinal field, which was completely lifeless and looked as if it had died. He was silent for a long time and then left. Wait until it reappears. In front of the stone tablet. He was carrying two jugs of fine wine and talking, expressing his apology for the incident with Zhuge Mo in the past. He then recalled the past and in a trance, he saw the first time he met Su Chen. He arranged for a powerful cultivator to assassinate Prince Yi. When he met the other party, he was intoxicated at first sight. This fairy-like figure, in a trance, seemed to have seen him in a dream. Later, he found out. This is the appearance of his good friend left behind in his father's bloodline. "In this turbid world, the young man is like an immortal." "But why did you die?" "I finally understand why my father would befriend you. Even though you are buried in his blood and memory, he never forgot you, allowing me to glimpse..." "A proud True Dragon like you shouldn't die here. You should go to Zhongdu, to the outer world. I heard that Zhongdu is a place where heroes gather. There are young True Dragons who are born with Taoist bones. They build their foundation in one day and comprehend the Great Dao. At the age of seventeen, they have achieved Golden Elixir and are born True Dragons." "Beyond the sky, there is the battlefield of the sky-destroying battlefield, the broken mountains and seas, and countless giant demons and ancient gods who are like golden elixirs and primordial infants, and even gods..." "It would be great if you were alive, there would be someone to witness it with me across thousands of mountains and rivers." "pity." "After the Zhuge incident, you no longer want to have anything to do with me..." The snow left.
The snow all over the sky scattered on his shoulders. He drank the wine in the glass and never looked back. He looked at the man with white hair and black eyes who was standing silently beside him, looked into the distant sky, and said. "Sword Master, take me to the outer world." "I owe him a life-saving favor." "I want to enter the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible, so I can... avenge him..." "The five major sects... should be destroyed soon..." He is narrating. Since then. A palace was built here in Qingshan, and people from the court of Da Qi came here to pay homage every day. The officials and nobles did not know who was buried here. They only knew that this was the Marshal of Zhenbei, a person whom His Majesty particularly respected. Twenty years of Tianqi. There was heavy rain, howling cold wind, and thunder like a dragon, booming and illuminating the magnificent golden palace on top of the green hill. "I don't know when I will die." Qingniu was lying cross-legged in the main hall, drinking wine with his eyes blurry with drunkenness. Although he is a spirit of an artifact, he has broken free from the shackles of his lifespan. but. The soul will eventually fade away. Thousands of years have passed. He had lived long enough, and he was beginning to feel unable to control the body of this fake Danqing Bull Demon. At this moment, he knew that the day of his soul's decay was approaching. The Heavenly Dao, which supervises everything in the world and keeps the mountains and seas running smoothly, finally noticed that he had slipped through the net. "pity." "When I am gone, there will be no one to guard your coffin." The green ox is narrating. Boom—— There was a loud thunderclap. The soft soil in the medicinal field began to loosen, which made Qingniu frown and feel murderous. "Where did this little thief come from? How could he think of stealing the corpse? Could it be that he wanted to refine... refine..." His eyes widened as wide as a bull's eyes, as if they were originally bull's eyes, filled with an incredible look. I saw. There are countless tree whiskers surging.
Finally, it turned into a white palm and broke out of the ground. And then. More and more tree whiskers emerged. They surrounded each other and turned into a handsome young man with black hair like ink, eyes like stars. He was wearing a white robe and had a small medicine box on his waist. “I don’t know how much time has passed since I entered the first level of immortality this time.” “It felt like someone was talking to me in my dream?” "Who is it?" At this time, Su Chen was brushing off the dust on his body. "Um?!" "Who is spreading rumors that I'm dead..." soon. His eyes fixed. It was because he saw that his tombstone and the thatched cottage had long disappeared, and in their place was a peach blossom forest and a magnificent palace rising from the ground under the hibiscus tree. In the hall, there was also a huge blue bull, which stood up and pointed at him in amazement, unable to utter a word. "Aren't you dead of old age?!" The blue bull called out. At this moment, Su Chen was silent, looking at the tombstone, and vaguely understood something. "My name is Xu Ge." "Just a traveling doctor." Su Chen smiled, bowed, then skillfully dug out the poison elixir that had formed on the ground and threw it into the small medicine box. At this time, there was enough immortal blood accumulated in his body. A thousand-year-old medicine can be created at any time. "Wow." "You are alive." "That's great." "They all said you were dead and insisted on erecting a monument for you. I couldn't stop them." Qingniu ran over with eager eyes, excited and tears in his eyes. He recognized Treebeard.
Also, this skillful movement of turning the soil. In this regard. Su Chen was a little stunned. He didn't quite understand what was wrong with this spirit of the weapon. Wasn't it what he wanted to do most in the Martial Arts Library to outlast him? Wouldn't it be better to give him freedom? "I don't understand you." "If you want to continue following me, then follow me. You can also tell me about the vicissitudes of life over the years..." Twenty years of Tianqi. Green mountains, empty buildings. There was a figure in white robe, riding a green ox, slowly coming down the mountain. The next day. The imperial court of Da Qi was furious. They patrolled the whole country and sent out countless soldiers and horses, vowing to find the thieves who stole the holy remains of Da Qi and looted the sacred bull that guarded the mountain! "Snowing." "But this snow is bloody." In front of the immortal mountains, Su Chen sat on a green ox and stretched out his palm. There were floating blood-colored snowflakes, which penetrated the closed formation of the immortal world and dissipated. The 100,000 steps leading to heaven were already covered in dust and vines, having been abandoned for who knows how many years. Su Chen looked towards the immortal world. there. The longevity fires are sporadic but densely packed. However, there were six terrifying pillars of light standing in the middle of the Immortal Path, all of them were Nascent Soul giants. One of them was completely like red devil light, with surging murderous intent, covering the sky and the sun, and was particularly familiar. "Brother, you finally achieved Nascent Soul in the Demonic Path. Did the three cups of tea I gave you in the past harm you?" Su Chen stood in front of the immortal steps and sighed. At this time, in the Immortal Realm, five Yuanying giants joined forces to suppress Li Wuya, the giant demon! But it was still difficult to suppress him, and there was a faint gesture of one person surrounding and killing the five Yuanying giants... "This is a good place." "it's here." "Let's set up a tea stall." "Perhaps, I can drink some tea with my brother again..." then. Outside this fairyland, a tea shed stands. Outside the tea shed, the originally desolate and silent world, with bare yellow earth, suddenly has thousands of pear trees in blossom. The grass and trees are full of vitality. Inside Su Chen's body. That top-grade purple gold pill was also shining brightly, with other colors faintly emerging, as if it was sublimating and transforming towards a higher quality.
He has achieved the first level of immortality. Now he can use his immortality blood to extend the lifespan of others or reduce the lifespan of others. (End of this chapter)