Hanging pot to help the world, I just want to live forever

The true energy that had been dormant for nearly twenty years suddenly exploded.

No reservations.

The skin is dissolving, but what it brings is more powerful power.

Within a few feet of Wei Chuanming's body, the true energy almost condensed into substance, and he smashed forward desperately.

The Grandmaster fought for his life and set his flesh and blood on fire.

Decades of practice, all gone in one day, are replaced by a moment of brilliance.

This is when the Grandmaster is at his strongest, and also when the Grandmaster is at his saddest.

Spend a lifetime of hard work in exchange for momentary glory.

There is no doubt that Wei Chuanming succeeded.

At the moment when life is under extreme threat, at the moment when the master's body is about to be burned.

The invisible force that suppressed him finally let go of its grip, and the authority belonging to the master returned!
There was blood dripping from Wei Chuanming's eyes. He laughed and said, "I am the master!"

boom!
A punch was thrown out, and even the air screamed. The ultimate power was accompanied by a huge amount of infuriating energy.

boom!!!
The fist landed on the golden barrier in front of the blood-robed monk. The barrier that originally seemed indestructible swayed with large ripples visible to the naked eye, flashing crazily.

Without pausing for even a moment, Wei Chuanming punched out like a dragon, penetrating his whole body, mobilizing all his strength to attack forward in an almost frenzied manner.

The real energy is like grinding, and the fists and fists are intertwined.

It sounds slow, but in fact, from Wei Chuanming's attack to the explosion, it only took a few breaths.

When the fist once again landed on the golden barrier in front of the blood-robed monk, the barrier was finally unstoppable and stretched to its limit.

It actually exploded with a "bang" and melted between heaven and earth.

The blood-robed monk was completely exposed to the thinner Wei Chuanming.

"you"

It was only then that the blood-robed monk finally came back to his senses. He looked at Wei Chuanming in front of him with dumbfounded eyes as if he was walking from hell, and felt chills all over his body.

The intensity of this power is probably close to foundation building!
How could the mere natives of the lower realms burst out with such powerful power without much aura of their own?
Suddenly the souls of the blood-robed monks emerged, and they were about to take action.

But Wei Chuanming's speed was much faster than him.

The lion fights the rabbit, it still needs full strength.

Wei Chuanming, whose flesh and blood was on fire, had no time to waste. The master's fighting will and fighting habits had already been embedded in his mind.

The ferocious zhenqi swept across all directions like a frenzy, forcibly blocking the connection between the blood-robed monk and the spiritual energy. Wei Chuanming stepped forward and aimed his knee at the blood-robed monk's life gate.

It doesn't matter whether the moves are good-looking or not, and it doesn't matter whether they are exquisite or not. As long as they can achieve the desired effect, it is the best move.

"Crack."

With a crisp sound, a jade pendant hanging on the blood-robed monk's waist suddenly broke, blocking the attack on Wei Chuanming.

However, it cannot dissipate all the power after all.

In an instant, the blood-robed monk's body bent like a prawn, and the almost extreme pain interrupted the spell that had not yet been cast.

Wei Chuanming gave another unceremonious elbow strike to the head.

The pain pierces the heavenly spirit!
This time, nothing can stop him.

"Bang" sound.

Like a watermelon bursting.

A headless corpse fell directly into the curved blood stream on the cold ground, making no sound.

Wei Chuanming looked at the headless corpse, sneered, and said, "A practitioner is nothing special."

"Uncle Wei!"

Mo Feng got up from the ground and stared at Wei Chuanming, who seemed to be like a god descending from heaven, swallowing and spitting involuntarily.

"Are you the Grandmaster?"

Mo Feng ran over quickly and asked in disbelief.

They have been together for nearly twenty years. Although Wei Chuanming taught him all his martial arts, he never thought that Wei Chuanming himself was a master!
Over the years, they have encountered many fights and dangerous situations. It was not until today that they discovered this big secret!
"Of course I am, what do you think?"

Wei Chuanming raised his head, looked at Mo Feng with his chin, and said with great pride.

Grandmaster, superior to others, understand?
"too"

Mo Feng was about to clap his hands, but when he took a closer look, Wei Chuanming's body was still burning with black flames. He was shocked and said: "Uncle Wei, fire!"

"Ok?"

Wei Chuanming squinted at him.

"You are still stained with black fire!"

Mo Feng said anxiously.

"Oh."

Wei Chuanming responded calmly.

He looked down at the headless corpse at his feet and kicked it up.

The headless corpse was thrown into the air like a torn sack and rolled on the ground for more than ten times before gradually stopping.

The zhenqi around his body gradually converged, but the black fire stained on his body was still burning his body.

It hurts.

"Water, I'll go find water."

Mo Feng was in a hurry and was about to make a move when he was pulled back.

"Don't be stupid, it can't be quenched."

Wei Chuanming spat out a mouthful of bright red saliva and said as if nothing was wrong.

"What shall we do then?"

Mo Feng asked quickly.

"What should I do, what should I do, what should I do, you will ask what to do? Cold salad!"

Wei Chuanming reprimanded him loudly, "There is no other way, just wait until death!"

Mo Feng was stunned on the spot, at a loss.

Wei Chuanming frowned and scolded: "There are always things that can't be helped, and you have to ask every time?
Because you are not strong enough, because you have to work hard, okay?
There are so many ways, it’s just about sacrificing your life!”

It’s nothing more than giving up your life.

If you don’t give up your life, you must die first.

Even if you sacrifice your life, you can get another one.

What are you waiting for?

It's just a pity that a great master died in such a poor place where he didn't even know his name, and exchanged his life with an obviously evil man in the devil's path. I'm afraid he wouldn't have a chance to be sung by others.

After all, it's not a big and spectacular event.

I didn’t expect that my lifelong dream could not be fulfilled.

Mo Feng didn't say anything, he was running around like crazy.

He ran to the spiritual plant that was watered with blood and uprooted it.

"Uncle Wei, eat! He will be fine after eating!"

Mo Feng said extremely eagerly.

Wei Chuanming looked at him coldly and did not answer.

"Eat!"

Mo Feng anxiously stuffed the spirit plant into Wei Chuanming's mouth.

".Fool."

Wei Chuanming slapped him away.

Mo Feng stumbled and fell to the ground, taking the spirit plant in his hand with him.

"It's useless. I know my body better than you do."

Wei Chuanming shook his head gently and sat on the ground with his back straight.

fair enough.

He should have died 19 years ago.

That being was generous and spared his life, and threw him out of the Xia Dynasty with all his beard and tail intact.

He didn't even completely destroy his cultivation. Before his death, before his death, he was still able to regain the glory that belonged to the master.

A master's way of death.

That's fine too.

Wei Chuanming looked around.

Blood stains and blood flowed freely.

Countless people were massacred by the blood-robed monk and became the nourishment for the spiritual plant.

Now that Mo Feng pulled out the spirit plant, the originally bright red like flowing blood began to turn purple and black at an extremely fast speed, and an unspeakable stench filled the place.

The corpses placed around were decaying rapidly and filled with stench.

In a very short period of time, everything passed quickly, and the people who were supposed to die really died this time.

Wei Chuanming breathed out lightly.

The blood-robed monk made such a heavy blood debt, and what he asked for was a spiritual treasure, and there was still a real thing.

When he was serving as Minister of War in the Xia Dynasty, the reason why he wanted to start a war was just to leave his name in the history of the Xia Dynasty.

Virtual things and real things are all just for oneself. Who is more noble?

If he succeeds, the number of people who will die must be far more than what they are now. A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood is not an exaggeration.

No matter how nice it sounds, war is ultimately an atrocity committed by the strong against the weak.He actually never thought about spreading the glory of Xia Dynasty to further places.

Until he became an ordinary person.

Really step out of the Xia Dynasty and see the world outside.

It’s not easy to live!

Just trying your best to stay alive may not be enough.

Mohist universal love, Confucian benevolence and righteousness, and Legalist law are all very good things.

There's a little bit out there, but not much.

It was like there was a little firefly light in the dark night.

Far inferior to the Xia Dynasty.

If I could go back again, if I could choose again.

He may start a war again, but this time, it will no longer be for his own name in history.

pity.

When he was a master, he couldn't understand this.

When I'm not a master, I feel deeply but can't do anything about it.

It's like there is an invisible gap between the two.

When I realized it, it was already too late.

"Mo Feng."

In the silence, Wei Chuanming spoke, breaking the silence.

"Ok?"

Mo Feng responded quickly.

"Don't forget, what do you want to do? Think clearly about why you are doing it. It is not enough to be willing to give up your life. There are countless people in this world who are willing to give up their lives for a piece of silver, but what's so commendable about that?"

This time Wei Chuanming no longer scolded him, but spoke the most simple truth in a very calm voice.

"When a man is born in this world, he must stand upright. He should be praised, and no matter how bad he is, he should be frightened.

Living an ordinary life and dying an ordinary life, living like a rotten tree and dying like a rotten grass, isn’t it a waste of time for me to come to this world?”

Wei Chuanming looked into Mo Feng's eyes and said, "It's a pity that I don't have this chance anymore. I did something wrong at the beginning, and when I realized it, it was already too late.

But you are still young and have caught up with the current world, so you may not be able to make a difference.

If you really want to do something, don't stay in Daqi any more.You are alone and too stupid. If you can't save a few people, you may die.

Go to Xia Dynasty, go to Xia Dynasty.There are people out there who are worth learning from, there are higher people who can withstand the wind and rain, and you can still grow. "

"I"

Mo Feng shook his head and wanted to say something.

However, Wei Chuanming interrupted directly: "You have to know that even Mozi did not establish the Mohist school overnight.

If it were a piece of jade, it would collide with an earthen jar without being carved. Isn't the decline of the Mohist family natural?
The Mohist family despises themselves but values ​​others. This is very bad and you must change it.

One day, maybe you can become a giant of the Mohist family. Why don't you tell the truth about Mozi's mistakes?
Without Mozi, the Mohist family gradually declined, but Mozi's morality was still used.

If you can make the Mohist family strong, can An not say that he is better than Mozi?"

Wei Chuanming laughed softly, the flesh and blood on his face was blurred, and blood seeped down from his smile, which was ferocious and terrifying.

Mo Feng had no time to reply, so he tore a piece of cloth from his body and tried to bandage Wei Chuanming's wound.

"Go to Xia Dynasty."

Wei Chuanming looked at the busy Mo Feng indifferently and stopped stopping him.

He just said very firmly: "Go to Xia Dynasty!"

"Uncle Wei, please stop talking."

Mo Feng said anxiously.

But before he could finish his words, Wei Chuanming, who was sitting cross-legged with his back straight, suddenly fell down.

Mo Feng froze on the spot and did not move for a long time.

The mountains and fields are silent.

The only person standing there was like a sculpture, with nowhere to look.

Xia Dynasty 150 years.

Liu Qingming no longer had the time to study the formation.

For three days or so, he would stare at the sky in a daze.

In the Xia Dynasty palace, many monks often did this.

Even Emperor Qizhi would often look at the sky in his spare time.

According to Liu Qingming, since Zhen Chi replied to his letter, it should be enough to come over within a year or two.

But three years have passed, where are the people?
Why didn't you even bring back any news?
This is undoubtedly quite confusing, and accompanied by a trace of fear.

Some things, knowing that they are coming, can certainly make people more stressed, but if they don't come when the time comes, the stress will increase several times.

Did the news leak out, causing a higher-level entity to intervene; or was there an accident that caused Zhenchi to fail to arrive on time?
None of the consequences could be endured by Xia Chao.

The best outcome is that Zhen Chi had other things to do, which delayed his trip to the Xia Dynasty.

But there should be some news!
Waiting left and right is really annoying.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, another member of the Fish Dragon Guard has been promoted to Foundation Establishment!"

While he was thinking about it, a monk from the Fish Dragon Guard came and reported new good news.

The Xia Dynasty was not without any changes in these years.

What is visible to the naked eye is the substantial increase in the number of monks, along with the appearance of foundation-building monks.

It takes 20 years to achieve foundation building, which is much faster than the time it took to build the Buzhou Mountain Range.

But are the monks from the Xia Dynasty really more talented?

It's really not.

First of all, it is because the earth is now recovering, which is different from the Buzhou Mountains. The supply of spiritual treasures collected by the Xia Dynasty far exceeds that of the Buzhou Mountains.

Secondly, it is because the lower realm of immortals has its own elixir for increasing cultivation.

At least Si Mingguan had a lot of them with him, and he also knew how to make alchemy.

Today's situation is no longer comparable to that of Xiaojiazi, who is struggling in the Buzhou Mountains.

Compared with the past self-cultivation, it is not impossible to spend half the time now.

Moreover, those with high-grade spiritual roots will naturally be carefully cultivated. There will never be a shortage of elixirs, and the time required to accumulate them will naturally be greatly shortened.

Since the immortal descended to the lower world, all the Fish Dragon Guards have been dispatched, and the method of cultivation is no longer a secret.

The Xia Dynasty also began to openly test the cultivation qualifications. Now, in just a few years, there are thousands of practitioners in the country.

Of course, the Xia Dynasty would definitely not be able to support so many practitioners.

Even the more than 500 fish dragon guards are now being raised with gritted teeth. It is extremely difficult to raise them. If it were not for the help of Si Mingguan of the Ten Thousand Dharma Alliance, the Xia Dynasty would not be able to withstand it.

The higher the level of cultivation, the more resources are required.

Practitioners in the early stage of Qi training do not need any resources and can simply absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth on their own.

But in the middle stage of Qi training, there is a need for Lingzhen, otherwise the time required for practice will increase significantly.

But in the later stage of Qi training, one or two Lingzhen plants are simply not enough.
If you really want to cultivate yourself to the ninth level of Qi training, I'm afraid it won't take more than ten years.

Xia Chao didn't dare, nor did he want to wait, so he simply smashed it hard and broke out the foundation. At least it was enough to face the ordinary situation today.

As for the thousands of other practitioners, except for those with extremely high talent for cultivation, they can only be guided by Xia Chao and practice hard on their own.

Only then did Emperor Qizhi understand the preciousness of the great medicine.

So what if there are thousands of practitioners?

Can you afford it?
If you can't afford it, then you are not truly one of your own, and you can look for another opportunity.

He finally understood why most ordinary small immortal sects only had a few dozen people.

It’s not that you can’t collect it, it’s that you can’t raise it after you collect it!
They could only watch helplessly as some of the talents that originally belonged to the Xia Dynasty were lost to other places, and they could do nothing.

Sometimes, you will feel distressed if you are too strong.

The truth is painful and happy.

"good."

Emperor Qizhi also had a smile on his face. This was good news after all.

Until the guard told him another news.

Xia Dynasty’s Lingzhen has bottomed out.

Good news: We've smashed the foundation.

Bad news: I really lost everything.

"I see."

Emperor Qizhi rubbed his eyebrows and said, "You should go out first."

If this problem is not solved, Yulongwei will not be able to pay its salary.

Immortalism is obviously a relationship where one is superior to others, and a lot of spiritual treasures are spent on cultivating and building the foundation, just so that someone can support the facade.

But after all, the Xia Dynasty had a huge and vast territory, and its appearance alone was far from enough.

Relying on cost-cutting is doomed to be futile.

We must find a way to open source.

Mr. Gu, can we open a spiritual field outside the Gu family's small courtyard?
By the way, there are still many lawless monks outside, and it’s time for Xia Dynasty’s rich foundation to make some contribution!
(End of this chapter)