Gou asks for longevity in another world

It is three thousand miles outside Zhenhuang City.

A skinny old man from the barbarian tribe raised his eyes and looked in the direction of Zhenhuang City. They were so far apart, but his eyes seemed to be able to see the scene in Zhenhuang City.

"Xuanwu Disha, the situation is over." The skinny old man said this after watching for a long time.

He knew very well that when the formation in the city rose again.

This deserted city will turn into a fortified city on the earth.

Standing firmly on this northern wasteland, protecting the vast area behind it, it was a majestic pass that the ancient barbarians had to face.

The barbarians missed the best opportunity and allowed the formation to rise again in the city.

And this deserted city will probably be difficult to break again.

The skinny old man of the barbarian tribe watched for a long time before shaking his head and leaving.

. .

After the Xuanwu Earth Evil Formation began to rise again in Zhenhuang City.

In this northern wilderness, the disputes between the two clans seemed to have slowly subsided.

At least there are no more barbarians who can come and go in Zhenhuang City freely.

The two tribes are still on this northern wilderness, separated by no more than tens of thousands of miles, looking at each other from afar.

Such a small distance is not that far away for either the human race or the barbarian race, and it will even come within a short time!

But the intensity of the battle is inevitably getting lower and lower.

Most of them are gods and existences below the fifth level, and they still exist on this land that is thousands of miles away, and they are caught in constant disputes and fighting. It is rare for the Transformation God and these Barbarian Emperors to take action against each other anymore.

On top of this truly top combat power.

The difference between the Three Realms and the Border Barbarian Emperor Alliance is not big.

It's hard to tell the winner.

At least, if a few transformed gods and barbarian emperors don't die!

Regardless of the individual gods in the three realms or the barbarian emperors among the barbarians, it is obvious that they do not have such determination at all costs.

It's not worth it for such a mere Northern Wilderness.

And unconsciously.

In this northern wilderness, the disputes and wars between the two clans have resumed, no less than in the past thirty years!

For these fifth-level barbarian emperors and old monsters who transform into gods, it may not be anything.

But for low-level monks, more than thirty years is actually quite a long time.

In the past thirty years, the number of monks and barbarians who died in the entire Northern Wilderness has been completely innumerable.

But everyone knows that this must be a quite exaggerated number.

In the area of ​​thousands of miles where the two races are facing each other.

The originally normal plains have completely turned into a "bloody plain".

It even directly changed its original name.

Not many people will remember the original name of Bloody Plains in the Northern Wasteland.

And this is just a part of the entire Northern Wilderness.

Of course, it is also the most important and important part.

Others are far less exaggerated than here in the bloody plain!

But there are also many people who bury their bones in the Northern Wilderness.

The current situation in the Northern Wilderness is that the two tribes no longer have the strength to destroy each other. They can only be separated by such a long distance, looking at each other from a distance on the bloody plain that is only tens of thousands of miles away.

After thirty years of fighting here, each of the two tribes perished.

I don't know how much.

It can be said that there is no winner at all.

In other words, in the war that started again in the northern wilderness, both tribes were losers.

The biggest difference may just be who loses more and who loses less.

……

In this confrontation between the two races, time is still passing by.

In the blink of an eye, more than ten years passed slowly.

In other words, it has been no less than forty years since the war between the two tribes resumed in the northern wilderness.

In the past ten years or so, the disputes between the two races have gradually decreased a lot.

Perhaps it's far from over.

But compared to the last ten years or so, it is much less.

In the past ten years or so, the individual gods and barbarian emperors of the human and barbarian tribes have reached a tacit understanding and have not intervened in these disputes under the gods.

It's as if the situation in the Northern Wilderness reached an extreme more than ten years ago, and then quickly began to decline and fall again!

Now, it has entered into a situation that is quite calm compared to many years ago.

But this lull does not mean the war is over.

Throughout the Northern Wasteland and the bloody plains where they faced each other, the two tribes were still engaged in various disputes every day.

It's just that such disputes rarely even lead to the death of the fourth level and Nascent Soul.

Compared with years ago, it is unbelievable that this is actually a war between two races! !

The war in the Northern Wilderness is still not over yet.

It just turned into a relatively long-term dispute and confrontation.

Maybe, in the future.

This desolate city will become the Five Elements Pass on the border of the three realms.

It will also exist as a border fairy city that has long-term confrontation with the barbarians.

However, I still don’t know how long it will take to be trapped in such a non-stop confrontation in this northern wilderness.

No one can answer this answer.

Even including these personalized gods and barbarian emperors among the barbarians! !

The war prompted them to start an era of confrontation.

Or maybe they pushed the war into this kind of confrontation.

But they themselves may not be able to control the outcome.

In fact, most of them may not be able to see the end of the confrontation!

As time continues to pass, the figures of the old monster and the barbarian emperor on the front line have become increasingly rare.

Even, to the point where it is rarely seen at all.

After all, it is not suitable to practice in this front line, unless you take medicine, set up a spirit gathering array, use spiritual stones to practice extravagantly, etc.

Otherwise, I am afraid that neither the Transformation God nor the Barbarian Emperor would want to stay on the front line in the northern wilderness for a long time.

Each individual god has either left or left in this front line.

In the end, only Wang Chen from the Wang family was left.

. . .

The teleportation array in the Central Territory that can directly connect to Taoist Sect has been destroyed.

It even includes a similar cross-domain teleportation array in the Southern Territory, which means that after returning from the front line, if you want to return to the Central Territory, the Southern Territory, and the sect, you still need to catch up on a longer journey.

This journey is actually quite long.

At least, for the monks under the Transformation God and Nascent Soul.

However, most of the monks on the front line were unable to come back.

After all, the war between the two races is not over.

And these second formations will have to be rebuilt in the three realms afterwards.

Although he was on the front line and had presided over the construction of the semi-fifth-level formation and the Xuanwu Earth Evil Formation in Zhenhuang City, Gu Changsheng's formation skills had obviously improved a lot.

But it's still not enough to set up such a large formation involving formations and space.

In other words, in the entire world of immortality, the number of fifth-level formation mages who can lay out such formations is actually not too many.

Simply, very few! Not only are they not found in the Upper North Territory, but they are not even found in the Wild North Territory next door. There are only a few scattered ones in the other two half-regions.

These fifth-level formation mages cost a lot every time they take action!

It's a pity that Gu Changsheng is just a half-baked fifth-level formation mage.

Passing through Qingluan Fairy City, you enter the middle realm.

You can see the essence of the Three Realms in the Central Realm of Immortal Cultivation.

They are obviously much more withered.

This is still the middle domain, the scene in the upper domain is even more miserable.

The outcome of more than forty years of war between the two clans is that all three domains have become withered.

Come to think of it, the scene among the barbarians might not be much better.

In the sky, a dark figure slowly disappeared in the sky.

Every time it flaps its wings, there is no one knows how many miles there are.

. .

The strong winds and storms that permeate the sky still persist all year round.

But these strong winds and storms are to Shabai like water currents to fish.

You can even use it to make yourself swim faster.

And there is a kind of isolation between the whole body.

It makes him feel no different breath at all.

Only when you look up and down can you see these endless, long-lasting and terrifying waves of strong wind.

And there were two people sitting on him at the moment.

They sit cross-legged, facing each other, with a futon under each buttocks, and even a spiritual wood table in front of them.

It doesn't look like it's above the sky, it looks like it's above some large spiritual beast or spirit boat.

And these two people were Fairy Wenqin and Gu Changsheng.

Even with Shabai's speed, it would take several years to rush back to Taoist Sect from Qingluan Fairy City.

The two of them were still closing their eyes to rest or practicing, but they were interrupted by a sudden cry from Shabai.

Gu Changsheng opened his eyes and glanced at something that Shabai had already picked up when he was on his way.

A thing that looks like a pagoda that has been beaten by wind, rain, and rain for who knows how many years.

It's just that all the spirituality within it has long since disappeared, and only the materials used during its refining can withstand this high level of heaven.

The materials are quite good.

If it can be re-melted and differentiated, it can be considered a good material, although it cannot be used as the main material of Lingbao.

Any kind of material, as long as it is tempered, no matter how precious, can no longer be used as the main material for refining spiritual treasures.

In this regard, the saying in the world of immortality is that all spiritual materials have spirituality. Once the spiritual materials are forged by monks, the spirituality within them will disappear.

The spirituality contained in low-level spiritual materials is very rare.

High-level spiritual materials will contain more.

It is enough to carry a spiritual treasure and even the birth of the spirit within it.

Even when Gu Changsheng usually travels high in the sky, it is rare for him to encounter this kind of unexpected income.

Putting away the dilapidated pagoda, Gu Changsheng touched the hair on Shabai's body and took out a spiritual fruit from his sleeve.

It's a reward for it.

Silly Bai also swallowed it in one gulp.

Both eyes seemed to be slightly narrowed, and the speed and frequency of wing flapping had obviously increased.

You can see the joy in his heart.

The island bird may look a little silly.

But it is not that there are no emotions in his heart, and they are often very clear and easy to distinguish.

Gu Changsheng put his hands into his sleeves and smiled as well.

Naturally, the actions of him and Tianyu Bird had already alerted the other person on his back.

Fairy Wenqin looked at the interaction between people, and her newly opened eyes seemed a little softer unconsciously.

When Gu Changsheng turned around from Shabai.

Fairy Wenqin opened her lips slightly and asked, "Junior Brother Jiang, what are your plans for returning to the sect this time?"

Gu Changsheng pondered for a moment before replying: "Since I have been practicing hard, I strive to break through to the middle stage of divine transformation as soon as possible, and to build a spiritual sword, it is best to upgrade the formation to the fifth level. .”

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence, and then Fairy Wenqin said:

"Yes, we should practice hard and strive to improve our realm as soon as possible.

However, Junior Brother Jiang, you need to remember to bite off more than you can chew. The elixirs, formations, tools, and even puppets are all so vast and profound that it would take an ordinary person a lifetime to explore.

Although my junior brother is extremely talented, he still needs to devote more time to practice. Only when his realm improves can he have more energy and time. "

Fairy Wenqin remained silent for a moment, and then spoke with a soft tone in her cold tone.

She had always felt that Gu Changsheng's talent for cultivation was much better than hers, but he had dabbled in so many different arts, and was a little too indulged in these heresies.

It would delay your practice.

In response, Gu Changsheng could only smile helplessly and express his understanding.

Talent?

he? !

But it was far from being as good as Fairy Wenqin imagined.

Even, just ordinary.

Looking at the cold and beautiful face that is so close in front of me and practicing with eyes closed.

Gu Changsheng sighed deeply in his heart.

He averted his gaze and began to close his eyes again.

However, it is not practice.

Instead, he put his mind into his own sea of ​​consciousness.

The divine infant in the sea of ​​consciousness didn't seem to have changed much.

Chubby appearance.

There is a small-looking mask on its plump face.

Like black iron!

It's just much darker than black iron.

It seems that even light falling on it can swallow it up.

He held a shocking gun in his arms, and from time to time he would wave the two guns in a decent manner.

On the other side, he put away the talisman that he had cultivated in the ocean of awareness.

It seemed that it was obviously more complete than when he first got it, but the intermittent runes on it were still very incomplete and even dim.

It's just compared to when I first got it.

It should be more or less complete and bright.

In fact, the time is not that long, only twenty or thirty years.

To him, it really was nothing.

But in the past twenty or thirty years, he has been almost completely sure that this talisman is a talisman above the fifth level! !

At least it came from the hands of the powerful Ruins Refiner who was above the Transformation God.

This kind of talisman has a grade as high as sixth level.

If he can use it, it can be regarded as a terrifying trump card in his possession.

Maybe it's equivalent to a blow from the Ruin Refining Power!

(End of this chapter)