The two walked out of the hall and walked along the corridor.

However, after they had just walked less than two or three miles, the middle-aged man, Emperor Zhang, began to get a little breath, obviously losing his energy.

"I'm only in my thirties, and my body is so deficient? Take this small petal of essence and energy pill for now. Since you don't have spiritual roots, you should start cultivating your internal energy in the future. Raise your body, otherwise you may not live for five years.

Ten years old." Zhang Chice took out a light red pill, then used his magic power to condense it into a sword, and cut it into four small pieces with two swords.

The essence pill is a pill refined by the wild beast after it became a monster, which can replenish some magic power of the monks.

Of course, for mortals, if the dosage is appropriate, it can also cure some hidden injuries and old diseases.

"Thank you, Uncle San." Emperor Zhang thanked repeatedly. After taking the pill, he immediately swallowed one of the petals.

Seeing this, Zhang Chice pressed his hand on the person's shoulder, and used his own magic power to nourish his body and transform the medicinal power of the spiritual pill.

"Last time, I saw unwillingness and resentment in your eyes. Although it is very good to hide it now, it is still there. Why? Didn't you understand it yet?" Zhang Shangce put down his hand and said in a calm tone.

How could he not see this after living for more than a hundred years and having already established a foundation?

Unless a mortal is a kind of person who has extremely excellent acting skills and can deceive himself, there is actually no hidden possibility in the eyes of monks who are building foundations or even above.

A person's mind can be reflected from subtle points such as his words and behaviors, even his eyes.

And this kind of attention is a necessary quality for monks.

Without such delicate thoughts, practitioners usually cannot go too far.

Even if such a person is under the protection of others, he will form a pill or even become a baby, he will most likely end up in extremely tragic in the future by other monks of the same level.

This junior of the Zhang family, the emperor of the secular dynasty, took a deep breath when he heard this. When he was about to deny it, he met Zhang Shangce's extremely deep eyes.

Seeing this, he turned around and sighed and asked in a deep voice: "Yes, I just can't figure it out! Could it be that if I don't have spiritual roots, I am not considered a member of the Zhang family? Why is the ancestor so partial?"

However, Zhang Shangce was not angry, but asked with a smile:

"What do you think? Those who do not have spiritual roots in the world are born to be destined to be unable to practice. Isn't it good to enjoy wealth and honor for the rest of their lives? Sometimes the ordinary world is much better than the world of cultivation. Maybe you are in the ordinary world under the jurisdiction of Xuanyuan Sect.

It’s not clear to Zhong. Do you know how big Nanzhou is, how big the three realms are, and how big is this realm?”

"This..." The middle-aged man hesitated a little.

"Actually, I don't know this question. However, Nanzhou traverses hundreds of thousands of miles, and its territory is more than tens of thousands of miles. However, in such a vast territory, there are only more than a hundred people like the ancestor, such as the Nascent Soul True Lord.

As for the demon cultivator, there are only a hundred. Do you know that just a few months ago, a group of true lords in Nanzhou killed the demon king of the sea clan, fought with Canggu Ocean for nearly two months, and finally killed 17 demon kings.

.If such a battle is placed in Nanzhou, just by the aftermath of the fight, I don’t know how many mortals will be killed or injured. The ancestors only participated in secular affairs, just to protect you, so they won’t be affected by the fish in the pond.

And, I'm not sure about my death. I just want to give you some advice because you are quite close to me." Zhang Shangce said leisurely.

High-level monks do not interfere in the ordinary, but instead provide the best protection for mortals.

"After all, I'm a little unwilling!" the middle-aged man sighed.

"A man, when you get fame, you want to get profit. Now you have no shortage of fame and fortune, so you are greedy for immortality. But is this immortality really that good? Even if you have spiritual roots, how long can you go in the end? I have been practicing hard for a hundred years, and now I am just a foundation-building monk. There are also golden elixirs, Nascent Soul and even the realm of God Transformation on the Internet. One step is much more difficult than another. Don’t ask for something that is unattainable. Now the ancestor has issued an order. Now, the most important thing at the moment is to do a good job, but nothing goes wrong." Zhang Shangce walked slowly forward.

"San Uncle, what happened in Hengzhou? It was so popular?" asked the middle-aged man.

"Just just move it a hundred miles away, don't know too much about other things. Just understand that if it is slow, it will cause trouble for the creatures. But in addition to me, more than a hundred people will be sent to help you." Ce said with a constant expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his sleeves and flew out of his cuffs. It rose in the wind and turned about a meter long.

The old man lightly pointed his toes, and his whole body was more than two feet away from the ground. He stepped on the flying boat and flew towards the distance without looking back. The reason why he was so distant to these mortal descendants was that he did not want to experience it. More joys and sorrows.

It is said that mortals have been around for a hundred years, but they are sixty years old and seventy years old. How many mortals can survive for a hundred years?

But a foundation-building monk lives more than 200 years old. If he is really entangled with mortals, he will inevitably suffer too many joys and sorrows in life and death, and it will only take his energy.

As for the golden elixir with a longer life span, let alone the Nascent Soul monk.

The biggest difference between monks and mortals is that they have unequal life spans, and this is an inevitable fact. If the intersection is too deep, it will inevitably lead to sadness.

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Time flies, another half a month.

In Piaomiao City, a female cultivator wearing a yellow shirt and graceful figure walked into Piaomiao Palace.

Luo Shan was sitting cross-legged on a cushion in the hall, closing his eyes to rest. After hearing someone coming in, he slowly said: "Xuedan, what's wrong with the resentment of Fire Evil Valley? The fire toad can break through the ancient town sealing method. Array?"

"No. But as you expected, there has been news of the mortal spy planted in Hengzhou. Now several nearby cities are beginning to move. As for the valley of Respectful Fire Evil, no disciples are living in their lives Also, there was no news coming out." Yi Xuedan smiled.

"No news is the biggest news. It seems that Xuanyuan Sect is already setting up the arrangements. There is no need to send disciples to die in the future. You will just die in a few days. When Xuanyuan Sect has almost arranged the arrangements, you will be able to do so. The news of the false spirit fire spread throughout the three realms and even overseas barbarians. As a result, we can take advantage of this to cultivate and rest for a while." Luo Shan nodded and said.

"Are we really not fighting?" Yi Xuedan frowned slightly.

"How to fight, it's up to you? At this time, I hope that Hongyue Tower will not be able to help but take action. It's better to die a few, so the pressure on us will be reduced. You three should recognize the current one. Situation! The situation is not optimistic now. Once I take action, if I hurt my vitality, I am afraid I will not be able to survive Xuan Yu." Luo Shan said in a calm tone without even opening his eyes.

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Chapter completed!