The border is near the city, at the corner of the laneway.

Behind the foyer, in the lobby.

The middle-aged man who had been a cook in the Jiuxian Mansion had sent off the last two men and one woman, and then sat on the only wooden chair in the lobby with some exhaustion.

Close your eyes and recuperate, as if you are thinking.

Although the middle-aged cook's appearance looks like he is just middle-aged, the real Shouyuan is better than the Great Xuan Xian Emperor who has just been killed, and the old monarch who can't die no matter how much the Huangkui Kingdom suddenly rises, and it is still a little longer.

The hall was almost empty except for the blank scroll hanging in the center of the high hall.

The color of the scroll suddenly changed, and it became as blue and pure as the sky.

In this blue, slowly come out of the individual.

Of course, it can't be counted as a person, because except for the white robe, the face seems to be buried deep in the clouds, and it is impossible to see the true face.

The cook of Jiuxianlou on a single wooden chair jumped up.

The white-robed man who couldn't see his face clearly looked straight at the chef of Jiuxianlou.

Suddenly, a gentle voice sounded in all directions of the hall without the slightest emotion, "But you regret it?"

The cook of Jiuxianlou shook his head, and said with a self-deprecating smile on the corner of his mouth: "I have lived for so long, if I regret it, it is that I think I haven't lived long enough, I just want to live longer." ”

Everyone knows that in the world, the most famous and longest-living Emperor is the Great Xuan Emperor, followed by the one who has lived longer than the Great Xuan Emperor, and is still the current old monarch of the Huangkui Kingdom.

In fact, Jiuxianlou, a middle-aged cook who is not eye-catching at all, has lived for nearly two hundred years, which is the sum of the two loaded together.

It's just that the middle-aged cook's life is controlled by conditions.

And the one in front of me, I don't know if it's a human or a ghost, is the one who made his longevity rise out of thin air.

Everywhere, the voice that filled the hall sounded again, "If you stay here, you can still live, and it will be a long, long time." ”

The middle-aged cook shook his head, and said without the slightest nostalgia: "I want to continue to live, the kind that really lives, just like those outsiders who can live with their own skills." ”

The middle-aged cook, whose eyes showed envy, continued: "Even if it's not long enough. ”

The white shirt that couldn't see his face clearly was speechless.

Then, the middle-aged cook only felt that he suddenly couldn't perceive his existence, and his body seemed to be separated from his soul.

Since then, there has been one less middle-aged cook in the secular world under the mountain, who has lived for a long time, and in a third-rate sect on a mountain that is not too remote somewhere in Zhongzhou, a baby was quietly born.

When the baby who didn't cry or make trouble was just born, it was a vision, and there were several nearby mountains with successive fame, and then he was personally inspected by the ancestor of the peak realm of the late Xuanwang of the third-rate sect, and praised it, Xuanhuang's capital.

So this third-rate sect ancestor, who had many disciples but no heirs, had the only closed disciple.

I heard that in this third-rate sect ancestor hall with a long history, when this newborn newborn who was at the peak of birth was included in the ancestral book, the ancestor hall was also brilliant and extraordinary.

In the martial realm, Zhan Yan and Ran Lu couldn't stop smacking their tongues, and they only saw a piece of broken eaves as far as they could see, and the reason why it was an unstoppable smacking was that these broken eaves were too big, and just a broken stone was nearly as tall as a person.

And the rough city wall in the distance, where there is still more than half of the wall, is even more majestic, and it is hard to imagine what kind of monk and alien race should be looking for and garrisoning on the wall here.

And what kind of fierce battle should this place have gone through to have such a situation.

Then the two of them saw some of the remnants of the extremely large formation foundation, and when they looked at each other, it was self-evident that only a strong monk like the peak of the Upper Three Realms participated in it, and there would be such and such a thing.

Just like Zhan Yan and Ran Lu, there are not only a few monks who are dumbfounded.

The remnant of the boulder is the place where everyone in the lobby came after the middle-aged monk opened the passage.

A total of more than 40 mountain monks stepped into this ruined city, not to say that the water dripped into the sea, but it was also a big fish falling into the wide lake, without the slightest eye, each looking for opportunities.

If you talk about Zhan Yan's experience in the rivers and lakes, these personal feelings on and off the mountain, two or three Ran Lu are better than half Zhan Yan.

But if you want to say that this mountain knowledge, especially related to this secret realm, that is, ten Zhan Yan is not as good as one of his Ran Lu.

In his Ran Lu's words, his surname Ran is in various dangerous and secret realms, growing up in the midst of crawling and rolling, and modestly speaking, most of the door is clear.

As for the remaining small half, there are not only a handful of those few monks in the five major states of the Xuanwu Continent who can scare to death just by hearing the name, and after entering, they can really die a monk on the top of the mountain of the Three Realms.

Just when Zhan Yan was looking for objects through the broken eaves, when he was busy, Ran Lu was squatting on the side with his legs crossed, carefully looking at a strangely textured broken rock in front of him.

Zhan Yan looked like he was searching for a secret treasure, but he actually found almost nothing, after all, this secret realm realm didn't know how many years it had been left behind, if it was really like the news he had heard half-heard, this was an ancestral realm, then at least it would take ten thousand years to count upwards, even if it was a treasure of the kind of treasure of the ninth layer.

If you put it for 10,000 years, you don't care about it properly, but I'm afraid that even if you really step on the shit luck, if you really pick it up, I'm afraid that it will be a broken copper and rotten iron with all your spiritual power.

As for what Ganoderma lucidum and Xuancao or the like, don't even think about it.

Ordinary sects spend a lot of resources, and they can't wait to send a monk who is highly cultivated and proficient in this way, preferably the kind above the Xuanwang of the Middle Three Realms, who doesn't stop for a moment, and stares at the one or two above the small piece of spiritual soil in their own sect without blinking, which can be called the plant of the Zhenzong.

Why is it that in the deep mountains and rivers, the higher the rank and the higher the quality of the spirit plant, the Xuancao will have a guardian Xuancao on the side to guard it?

It is actually the same as the Lingtian monk who guards the sect.

Therefore, Ran Lu didn't plan to look for this heavenly treasure in this ancestral realm early in the morning, and I don't know how big it will be, the terrifying mystery of the treasure light.

It's not that there isn't, it's that it's too strenuous, and in the end it doesn't necessarily exist.

And the value of some things doesn't have to be those genius treasures, and the magic weapons are not as good as the gods.