Zhang Wu muttered, feeling that this retreat had missed a big plan.
He promised Ji Mingyu, but failed to fulfill his promise.
If the Changsheng Sect is good or bad, it will be a big problem for its future practice.
This is the disadvantage of being too fond of love.
Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness are all qualities that only humans have.
In an absolute rational state, the human side completely disappears. Family, love, moral quality, and a century of friendship are all things that bind people. Everything can be abandoned, leaving only the ultimate egoism and the most primitive survival instinct.
Faced with such non-human existence, nothing can be restrained, so what should normal people fight?
Everything has its pros and cons, and Zhang Wu is not a cold robot.
He needs friendship to make his own path to immortality less lonely.
It also requires self-cultivation and self-respect, so that one does not look like an impolite savage.
He wants to be a human being and keep his true heart.
Besides, I can't keep it too loving.
Not enough elixirs.
In the end, when practicing, it is still more than resources.
If you want to obtain a large amount of resources, you need to rely on major sects or create forces to allow countless people to serve you and gather the power of sentient beings to achieve your own self.
According to Zhang Wu's calculations, if you want to give birth to a human god, you need at least a dozen major sects like the Changsheng Sect to support such a person.
Of course, it is not ruled out that those who go to evil ways are not ruled out.
Like Zhang Wu, he absorbs other people's wisdom and secrets to achieve himself, saves countless time of hard work, and does not know how much resources he has saved.
He often thinks randomly, which is related to this.
That is someone else's thing. If you use it, there will be some side effects and it will easily lead to problems.
But when a person dies, the corpse is left here... I don't take advantage of it, bastard.
Zhang Wu looked at the bodies of Emperor Shisan and Jiang Mingting, and they all spontaneously burned and turned into rainbows, leaving only the torn clothes and objects that fell out of their bodies.
Emperor Thirteen's Red Demon Scale Fist Gloves are a good thing, and there are not many things in this world that can block the Dragon Bird Dagger.
Jiang Mingting's blown robe also has a complete lining.
A set of dark gold silk silk clothes, silkworm pants, and silkworm socks looked very soft, with dark gold gloves in the broken sleeves, which were armed to the neck in all directions.
After being struck by lightning, the silkworm suit was not ignited by thunder and fire, and was also damaged by dozens of suona torrents of Zhang Wu without damage. It can be seen that this suit is truly invulnerable to swords and guns, inviolable torrents, and extremely tough.
Zhang Wu bowed to the silkworm clothes, brushed away the remaining dust of the ashes, spit out loud, wiped the silkworm clothes, and then put them on his body.
His current physique is a body of immortality. He takes elixirs and fasting all year round. His body is pure, and his saliva is like holy water, sweeter than a mountain spring.
After packing up the things that the two fell, Zhang Wu activated his mental sense, and his mind controlled time and space, and some people's positions appeared in his mind.
"Fortunately, Ji Longxiang is not dead, Ji Mochou is fine, Changsheng Sect should be safe."
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The foot of the mountain of immortality.
The crystal bones, burning wars, and scarlet bloodstains outline a sad and heroic picture.
The sect war is cruel. Both sides need to fight to make a way out with their own destiny, whether it is to protect relatives and friends, or to capture the enemy and grab resources. It will eventually make many people fly high in despair and unwillingness, and blood splatter on the mountain.
The war has lasted for more than half a month. The Changsheng Sect took out all its foundation and recalled all the great masters. Several elders also participated in the war and tried their best to protect the sect, but still could not stop the attack of the coalition forces of various sects.
Five years ago, Tang Shoucai, the remnant of Kui Mo Sect, suddenly made shocking news.
Back then, Old Demon Chen wanted to capture Zhang Wu and seize the shell, so he was killed by Ji Mingyu. He died in vain. Afterwards, Zhang Wu lived in the Changsheng Sect.
Moreover, he was from Da Kun and grew up amazingly fast. Chen Tiansheng discovered the secret of immortality and tried every means to capture him.
With the endorsement of Chen Laomo, who was so powerful that the world was full of news, it caused a sensation among various sects. A group of ulterior motives around the Changsheng Sect quickly began to attack and attack.
Some people want to capture immortality, some want to divide the territory of the immortal sect, and some are greedy for the immortality. Under the leadership of a land god, all kinds of people have organized thirteen coalition forces.
The Changsheng Sect dares to take the name of "Yangsheng". Some people have always suspected that the sect has a method of immortality.
Almost every old man who has achieved success in his practice will visit the Changsheng Sect once, seeking advice on the secrets of immortality and the way to prolong life.
Now Ji Mingyu is over 300 years old. No matter how amazing the powerful man who has been through the ages, he will have to be buried by time, so naturally he will not be afraid of it.
Taking advantage of his illness and killing him, Zhang Wu is the lead and an excuse. The Changsheng Sect, which lacks the land gods, will inevitably have to withstand the test of the strong as the weak.
On the vast platform in front of the mountain gate, all the senior officials of the Changsheng Sect are there. Until today, everyone is injured, and everyone has done their best to come up with all the means.
Chen Hongyue's eyebrows and beards were gray, his Taoist robe was stained with blood, and his white hair was messy, and he no longer had the appearance of immortality and Taoist bones. He stared at Tang Shoucai who stood in the distance before everyone.
Back then, he brought many disciples of the Kui Mo Sect to return to the Changsheng Sect. Many masters were unwilling to surrender to the enemy and dispersed on their own. Tang Shoucai was one of them.
Having not seen him for nearly forty years, this guy has also become a supreme master. With his tactful knowledge of things, he wanders among various sects and makes a great fortune.
Chen Hongyue said hatefully:
"If I had known that I would have killed you, a fat pig, with one sword."
"Kill me?"
Tang Shoucai wore a gem ring as big as a pigeon egg on his ten fingers and said coldly:
"When you came to Kui Mo Sect, I knew you were not kind. As I expected, you failed your uncle's expectations. As the sect leader, you still shamelessly took your disciples to the enemy of the destruction of the religion, and you are so ungrateful that you are so ungrateful.
You guys, are you worthy of killing me?"
Chen Hongyue was choked and couldn't speak.
Behind Tang Shoucai stood many former disciples of the Kui Mo Sect, many of whom were gray-haired and not very strong, but they were all loyal people of the Kui Mo Sect.
Some small dynasties collapsed and were replaced, and many loyal and righteous people were thinking about restoring the mountains and rivers, not to mention the great sect that had been passed down for more than 2,000 years.
Tang Shoucai said:
"To be honest, I'm here to take revenge today. Don't think that if you defect to the Changsheng Sect, no one can touch you. My Kui Mo Sect's people are not dead yet. As long as everyone is there, they will never let you go!
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"The fox pretends to be a tiger's power."
Chen Hongyue's face was cold and she wanted to kill someone, but she couldn't do anything about it.
There are too many experts present, and he is exposed to everyone's eyes. His secret moves are basically useless, and at most, he can kill a few people, which is meaningless.
And taking poison on a large scale can easily hurt one's own people by mistake.
In such open and upright occasions, we basically compete for hard power and skill. If we cannot get to the table with poison, we will be ridiculed.
In the final analysis, today's disaster is not enough.
It is really awkward to have not yet cultivated into a land god in the past thirty years.
Chen Hongyue worked very hard, but the inner demon...he really couldn't get over it.
He didn't cut off Hutubao, the stepfather who harmed his own mother, had no idea and was too obsessed with him.