Chapter Eighty-Three: To the Palace of Longevity!

After Apocalypse left, he walked all the way in the direction where the Wanshou Palace was! Just when those eight old guys used the demigods of the Wanshou Palace to tear through the void, Apocalypse took this opportunity to locate the location of the Wanshou Palace, so now he didn't have to worry at all on the road!

However, at this time, the atmosphere in the entire northern frontier seemed a little weird, and the apocalypse knew that this was the spell that had been transmitted through their spatial crack at that time had already appeared!

He left a message for the Wanshou Palace at that time: A month later, the Hidden Soul Palace will come! There is no more Wanshou Palace in the north!

The entire Wanshou Palace's high-level officials and disciples were enraged by this sudden voice! The entire Wanshou Palace inquired about the news of the Hidden Soul Hall as if they were crazy!

said that it was a month, it was because the Apocalypse wanted them to have time to recall all the disciples under their door, this time he would not do it himself, he wanted to let the warriors of the Hidden Soul Hall under his command take action and use the blood of the Wanshou Palace to announce their arrival!

There are a total of 800 warriors in the Soul Hidden Palace, starting from the Transformation Spirit Realm and going all the way to the Dao Yuan Realm, the warriors of each realm are one hundred, no more, no less!

These 800 warriors are almost invincible in every realm, and some of them can even fight beyond the ranks! Apocalypse has spent countless resources to cultivate them! It is only now that it has taken shape, such as today, Apocalypse will no longer hide them, and let them continue to grow in the midst of killing and danger!

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Apocalypse walked slowly all the way, and happened to pass by a tavern at this time, but I didn't expect that there were people opening a tavern in this deserted place, but the business inside was not bad, and the people were full of voices, and it seemed that there were still a lot of pedestrians on this road.

As soon as he entered the tavern, the sound of chatting and farting came to his face, but the sound of a table of people talking caught his mind.

"Hey, did you find out?" asked one of them, mysteriously looking at his companion across from him.

"What did you find?"

"Long life....... woo..."

"Shhhhh

It's just that their luck doesn't seem to be very good, and their conversation not only reached the ears of the Apocalypse, but also reached the ears of the monk at the next table to them, and the monk at that table knew that it was not a loose cultivator as soon as he was dressed.

They are led by a middle-aged man, and the rest are all young people, their strength is in the True Spirit Realm, and they have come out to experience at a glance, as for the cultivation of that middle-aged man, it is incredible, in the middle of the Nirvana Realm, it is higher than the cultivation of everyone here, of course, the Apocalypse is definitely not counted! Even the tavern owner who hides his cultivation can't compare, and the tavern owner only has the cultivation in the early stage of Nirvana Realm.

"You were just talking about the Wanshou Palace!?" one of the young monks stood up and slowly walked over to the table of monks who had just wanted to discuss the Wanshou Palace, and asked with a proud expression.

As for why it was him, Tian Qi could see the reason at a glance, because he was the most powerful among those young monks, the ninth layer of the True Spirit Realm, and the others only had the fourth or fifth layer of the True Spirit Realm!

And his action was also acquiesced by the middle-aged man, it is estimated that the middle-aged man also saw that the cultivation of those two monks was only at the seventh level of the true spiritual realm, and in this barren countryside, there was no monk with a higher cultivation than him present, so he had no fear and let the younger generation toss.

"No! No, you must have heard me wrong, boy!" said the monk, who was covering his companion's mouth, quickly let go of his hand and shook his head.

"Yes, yes, yes, you must have heard it wrong! We are talking about the Ten Thousand Spirit Grass, we found a Ten Thousand Spirit Grass in the mountain, but we didn't expect it to be robbed by another group of people!" At this time, the monk who was covering his mouth also reacted, and hurriedly cooperated with his companion.

"I heard me wrong!?, you treat us as idiots!?" the young monk snorted, not wanting to be fooled so easily.

"I'm just saying that Wanshou Palace has something to do with you!?" Obviously, the temper of those two monks is not very good, "That's it, what is it about you when we two brothers drink and chat?!"

"What's the matter with me?" the young monk snorted coldly, "I'm a disciple of the Wanshou Palace!

"Eh!" The two monks were stunned for a moment, and then their faces changed: "Childe! Misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! Our brothers have drunk too much today! You don't care about the villain!" The two lowered their eyebrows and put their storage bag into the young monk's hand without a trace, trying to make a big thing a small thing.

It's just that this disciple of Wanshou Palace is not drunk, obviously, he doesn't eat this set, this guy knows at a glance that he is a guy with a strong sense of vanity, although he is only cultivated to the ninth layer of the True Spirit Realm, but he is only fifteen years old, looking at the entire northern Xinjiang, this qualification is indeed very good.

And when he said that he was a disciple of Wanshou Palace, it was obvious that he noticed that everyone in the tavern was looking at him with a kind of envious and respectful eyes, which greatly satisfied his vanity.

It's just that this alone is far from enough! So, at this time, how could he easily let go of this hard-won opportunity to pretend to be X!

"Hmph! Dare to be disrespectful to my Wanshou Palace! If I don't teach you a lesson today, I'm afraid I'll forget who has the final say in this northern frontier!" The disciple of Wanshou Palace swept the storage bag they handed over, snorted coldly, and turned around and walked towards the door: "Let's go! Get out! Don't spoil the tavernkeeper's business!"

Seeing that they couldn't be good, the two of them turned their hearts sideways and walked out with them!

"Let's go, let's go out and have a look!"

"Those two guys are too back!"

"Let's go... Go out and have a look!"

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Seeing this scene, all the diners who were drinking and farting in the tavern put down their wine glasses, got up and walked towards the door, to join in the fun.

However, the middle-aged man of the Wanshou Palace did not make the slightest movement, as always, he drank there himself, as if it had nothing to do with him, just waved his hand, and let the young disciples sitting beside him who wanted to go out to see but did not dare to open their mouths were sent out!

But it's not that he doesn't care about anything, just now the disciple of the Wanshou Palace proposed to go out to fight was reminded by the middle-aged man, after all, the tavern owner is also a monk in the early stage of the Nirvana Realm, and he still has to give this face!

As for the apocalypse, at this time, he and the middle-aged man were left in the entire tavern to drink themselves, and the middle-aged man also noticed his existence, and he saw that the apocalypse's face was calm, and he was not affected by this incident in the slightest, so he couldn't help but look at him more, but this more glance made him feel terrified, because he found that he couldn't see through the cultivation of the apocalypse.

"What the hell!" The middle-aged man shook his head alone and muttered after a while!

He didn't believe that Apocalypse would be even higher than his cultivation at a young age, so the only explanation was that Apocalypse had cultivated an extremely advanced method of respirating breaths! But that also meant that Apocalypse's path was no worse than that of their Longevity Palace! At least it was definitely not a casual cultivation!

So he didn't bother rashly, and still drank his own wine as if nothing happened!