Although he has known Zhou Yuan for many years, Ye Changsheng has never thought about her life span.
The people around him have always been young, so in his subconscious, he will not consider the relatively distant topic of longevity.
It wasn't until Zi Ling mentioned it today that Ye Changsheng suddenly thought that Zhou Yuan was already over three hundred years old.
Also, Zhou Yuan and Wang Heng were both contemporaries. Wang Heng was already in the late stage of pill formation before his death and was looking for a way to break through the Nascent Soul.
His age will definitely not be low.
The same is true for Zhou Yuan. She is still in the elixir-forming stage after more than three hundred years, which is really a bit slow for Ye Changsheng.
But in fact, this is the norm in the world of immortal cultivation. For most alchemy monks, it is extremely difficult to break through the bottleneck in the mid-term.
"Elder Ye, I know this request may be a bit excessive, but can you please help pick a longevity fruit? I am willing to inform you of the location of the treasure in Xutian Temple!" There was a pleading in Zi Ling's eyes, and he transmitted the sound.
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A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Ye Changsheng pitifully.
Every time the Xutian Temple is opened, the number of longevity fruits that can be found is limited, and basically all of them are taken away by Yuanying monks.
With Zi Ling's current level of cultivation, it would be extremely difficult to pick one, so she could only place her hope on Ye Changsheng.
And the only price she could offer in exchange was the treasure map containing the ten thousand-year spiritual milk she obtained from the young master of Qingyang Clan.
On the one hand, he needs to rely on Ye Changsheng's protection to avoid being killed by Master Sanyang, and on the other hand, he hopes that he can help pick the longevity fruit.
But what she could exchange was Ten Thousand Years of Spiritual Liquid and Soul-nurturing Wood. From Zi Ling's point of view, such an exchange was completely unequal.
That's why she said this request was excessive.
However, even though she knew it was an excessive request, she still said it because she had no other choice but to place her hope in Ye Changsheng.
"The longevity fruit? One of Man Beard's purposes for entering Xutian Palace this time is the longevity fruit. If he is killed there, he will lose a powerful enemy after entering the inner hall!" Ye Changsheng's eyes flickered and he thought in his heart.
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In this Xutian Palace, in his opinion, the person who poses the greatest threat is Man Beard.
This person is not easy to kill. Unlike other Nascent Souls, he is very fragile. With his speed and strength, he can be killed easily.
Manbeard has rough skin and thick flesh. If he were to join forces with other Nascent Souls and act as a human shield, it would be very troublesome for Ye Changsheng to deal with him.
Even if the three mid-stage Nascent Souls united and cooperated with the three early-stage Nascent Souls, Ye Changsheng would have no choice but to retreat.
So, Ye Changsheng said to Zi Ling: "You don't have to worry about the longevity fruit. I have my own plan. Just take me there when the time comes!"
Hearing this, Zi Ling was overjoyed and said quickly: "Elder Ye, you are so kind and virtuous..."
"There seems to be something going on ahead!" Han Li's voice sounded, with a solemn look on his face as he looked at a corpse lying on the ground in the gray mist ahead.
Ye Changsheng nodded and said: "That person teleported here a little earlier than me. After seeing me, he flew into this place of evil injustice and is now dead!"
The corpse in front is the old man who was scared away after seeing Ye Changsheng.
Walking forward, Zi Ling took one look at the old man's face and said, "This is Ge Li from Tiantai Island, a fellow Taoist who is in the early stage of forming pills!"
After hearing this, Han Li's expression changed slightly. The monk in the early stage of forming the pill died quietly here.
Obviously, there is something terrible deep in this place of injustice.
"I heard that since more and more monks died in this first level, this place has gradually become more dangerous, and even ghost king-level souls have been born!" Zi Ling said.
The Ghost King is equivalent to a monk in the later stage of pill formation.
For ordinary alchemy monks, such existence is naturally very dangerous.
"Let's go!"
Ye Changsheng said calmly and took the lead to walk forward.
Zi Ling quickly followed up, and Han Li stood there, observing the corpse for a few times, and then followed him.
Regardless of whether there is a ghost king or not, if you follow Ye Changsheng, there will basically be no danger in this land of ghost injustice.
After walking forward for a certain distance, suddenly, a soft cry came from the front. It sounded like a woman's voice. It was high-pitched and low, which made people feel irritable.
"The haunting sound!"
Hearing this voice, Zi Ling said solemnly.
This is the innate spell of high-level demons and ghosts. As long as it is used against an enemy, the blood of the opponent whose cultivation level is far lower than one's own can flow backward, making him unable to control himself and dancing wildly to death.
Zi Ling quickly locked her mind to avoid being attacked. She looked ahead solemnly, suspecting that there was a ghost king in the mist.
Ye Changsheng took a step forward, flicked his fingers, and a purple sword energy flew out of his hand.
"ah!!!"
As the sword energy flew into the mist, a shrill scream sounded for a moment, and then became quiet.
The three of them walked forward and soon saw a zombie-like ghost lying on the ground.
"Ghost Yaksha!"
Zi Ling let out a soft cry and recognized the identity of this ghost.
"In this place of injustice, there are quite a lot of evil ghosts, including several ghost kings!" Ye Changsheng said after looking around.
Hearing his words, Zi Ling and Han Li were both shocked. They looked into the surrounding mist, but found nothing.
But after Ye Changsheng said these words, he flicked his fingers and continuously ejected sword energy.
After each sword energy flew into the mist, a shrill scream would be heard immediately.
Among these ghosts, there were several fierce ghosts whose strength was comparable to that of monks in the late stage of pill formation, but none of them could stop his sword energy.
Even if one of them was a powerful ghost that was acquainted with the Xuan Gu Demon, it was still annihilated by his sword energy.
Ye Changsheng kept holding the sword energy in his hand until he ejected the tenth sword energy. The sword energy flew into the mist, but no sound was heard.
It's like it disappeared out of thin air!
Just when Zi Ling and Han Li were wondering whether Ye Changsheng's sword energy was a waste of mana, they heard Ye Changsheng's plain voice:
"You two, stay back, the old demon Sanyang is coming!"
Sanyang Old Demon?!
Zi Ling and Han Li were shocked when they heard this, and then saw dozens of green beads spinning in the mist, flying towards them at high speed.
"Green Fire Thunder!"
Zi Ling exclaimed, and her body suddenly retreated very quickly, but Han Li on the other side was faster than her.
When Han Li heard Ye Changsheng's words to step back, he immediately flew out with a "whoosh".
They have no way to intervene in this Nascent Soul-level battle, and standing here will only cause chaos.
"Boom! Boom! Boom..."
After the dozens of small green beads flew in front of Ye Changsheng, they exploded with a loud bang, and the billowing air waves immediately dispersed all the ghost mist around them.
Zi Ling, who was a little slower, flew backwards for several dozen feet, but was immediately affected by the billowing air waves and was immediately thrown away.
When she stood on the ground in the distance again, her face was pale and she looked at the green light in front of her with some fear.
She had also seen the power of this green fire thunder when she killed the young master of Qingyang Clan.
If there is no powerful magic weapon to resist this kind of magic thunder, even a pill-forming monk will be killed by one.
But the opponent actually threw out dozens of them. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't withstand such an intensive bombing.
Zi Ling's eyes couldn't help but be filled with worry as she looked at the shining green light.
It was a group of green flames burning. As the name suggests, Qinghuo Lei would ignite the Qingyang Demonic Fire after it exploded.
The Qingyang Demonic Fire was the means by which Master Sanyang became famous. It was so powerful that it burned countless opponents to death.
Although she was very confident in Ye Changsheng's strength, Zi Ling was still full of worry when she saw that he did not use any magic weapon to resist the green fire thunder.
The mist condensed again, blocking her sight so that she could no longer see clearly the battle situation over there.
Zi Ling continued to retreat at a high speed, wishing that he could stay dozens of miles away from this place. The battle between Nascent Soul monks was no joke.
Elder Ye's fellow disciple has disappeared without a trace!
While retreating and looking at the fog, Zi Ling's heart was filled with worry.
I wonder if Elder Ye can deal with the old demon Sanyang?
In the thick ghost mist, Ye Changsheng, wearing a blue armor, walked out of the blazing green flames.
"You turned out to be a Nascent Soul cultivator. It's beyond my expectation. When did Luan Xinghai gain such a number one person?" An old and cold voice came from the mist.
Ye Changsheng did not answer his question, but smiled and said: "I thought you and Manbeard were walking together, and it would take a lot of effort to kill you, but I didn't expect you to show up to the door yourself!"
In his words, he did not hide his disdain for the old demon Sanyang.
This immediately angered the old devil. How dare a monk in the early stage of Yuanying dare to treat him with such contempt?
"court death!"
With an angry shout, overwhelming green flames rushed out of the ghost mist and rushed towards Ye Changsheng with a ferocious look.
When the green flame was about to reach his body, Ye Changsheng's body flashed with green light, and then he disappeared in an instant.
Then, a roar immediately came from the mist, accompanied by a violent roar.
The cyan magic light collided with the bright golden light, and the terrifying fluctuations immediately caused the surrounding fog to swing outward in circles.
With a muffled groan, the two lights and shadows stepped back after touching each other. The old demon Sanyang stood in the mist, with a look of shock and fear on his face.
Around his body, hundreds of green beads spread out, filling every inch of space around him.
These are all green fire thunders. The old devil seems to have taken out all his wealth and used hundreds of green fire thunders to stop the elusive figure.
Just now, Ye Changsheng's weird speed caused the old devil to suffer a big loss, and he was almost killed by a punch.
Fortunately, he reacted quickly and blocked the attack of the man wearing the evil ghost mask after sacrificing an ancient protective treasure.
The old demon Sanyang immediately spread all the green fire thunder around him.
As long as that person dares to get close, these green fire thunders will definitely be triggered and trigger a chain reaction, causing hundreds of them to explode together.
As the refiner of green fire thunder, Old Demon Sanyang himself is not afraid of being blown up by this kind of magic thunder. A blue flag flew above his head and shed a green light, covering his surroundings.
That is his natal magic weapon, Qingyang Banner!
At the same time, the old devil immediately took out a black bowl magic weapon and put it on his head. A black light shone down and he was covered with a protective shield.
"Whoosh!"
A purple sword energy flew out of the mist and shot at one of the hundreds of green fire thunders.
Seeing this scene, Sanyang Old Demon sneered. Do you want to use this method to trigger all the green fire thunder?
The Qingyang flag above his head flickered, and a stream of green demonic fire flew out, immediately burning the sword energy completely.
Immediately afterwards, "Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh..." A steady stream of sword energy flew from all around, and fell in dense masses like raindrops.
The old demon Sanyang's expression changed, and he immediately pointed at the cyan flag above his head. Then the flag swung rapidly, and large balls of green flames flew out from it, surrounding the old demon Sanyang, forming a cyan fireball.
After the purple sword energy touched the green flames, it was continuously burned out and could not pass through the light curtain formed by the flames.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, among the purple sword energy, a figure flashed past, and suddenly arrived in front of the old demon Sanyang.
As soon as the figure appeared, it immediately touched a large area of green fire thunder. In an instant, all those green fire thunders exploded, and the remaining large area of green fire thunder also seemed to be detonated.
But at this time, the figure flashed again and disappeared into the exploding green fire thunder.
The old demon Sanyang's face turned cold when he saw this, and he immediately stretched out his hand, and a large clear light shone from the Qingyang flag, shining on the green fire thunder that was about to explode.
Immediately, those green fire thunders that were touched and were about to explode all quieted down, spinning smoothly without exploding.
The confrontation between the two was extremely brief, but it contained a lot of murderous intent.
Seeing that his goal of detonating hundreds of green fire thunders at once was not achieved, Ye Changsheng couldn't help but thought to himself:
"Master Sanyang's power has shaken the sea of stars for hundreds of years, and he does have two brushes!"
"No Yuanying old monster can be underestimated, especially those in the middle Yuanying stage who have been famous for a long time!"
He opened his mouth and vomited, and a delicate small mirror flew to the top of his head.
The purple brilliance of the mirror shined towards the protective light ball formed by the Qingyang Demonic Fire. In an instant, a purple flame suddenly appeared on the Qingyang Demonic Fire.
As soon as the purple flame appeared, it immediately swallowed up the Qingyang Demonic Fire and burned a big hole in the green ball of light.
Purple sword energy swarmed in instantly.
Boom! Boom! Boom...
A series of explosions sounded, and most of the hundreds of green fire thunders were detonated by the purple sword energy.
At the same time, Ye Changsheng's figure disappeared from the spot in an instant, passing through the overwhelming green flames that exploded like a ghost, and appeared in front of the old demon Sanyang.
"boom!"
A heavy punch hit the black mask, causing the mask to tremble violently.
When the old demon Sanyang saw this scene, he had a look of horror on his face.