The old man Wan Zhu stood stunned, silent for a long time, as if he was reminiscing, and as if he had fallen into a depression.

Luo Yuan put his hands behind his back, bowed his head and said nothing, as if he was thinking about something, and completely ignored the old man Wanzhu. The two Jindan powerhouses, who had both been in the boundless sea, looked at each other at this time, but their thoughts were completely different.

I don't know how long it took, Luo Yuan waved his sleeves and separated from his avatar again. Then, the soul of Luo Yuan's deity stepped away from his own sea of consciousness to take back control of his body. The gray-clothed Luo Yuan groaned slightly, and asked the old man Wanzhu, "With your current puppet body, the soul of a monk, how long can you live?"

When the old man Wan Zhu heard this, he sighed, but he did not avoid this question: "In less than two hundred years, the puppet's body naturally exists, but the old man's soul has already decayed. The reincarnation of the Heavenly Dao, the erosion of time, these are all things that cannot be fought against with our strength. If it weren't for the Han family's bloodline that woke up the old man, I'm afraid the old man would have died in a deep sleep. ”

The gray-clothed Luo Yuan heard that there was no wave, and he just nodded lightly. He is Luo Yuan, but he is another character, if it is a deity, because of his own experience, he will be touched by external affairs. And the gray-clothed Luo Yuan is more like an emotionless killing monarch. For him, there is no so-called touching situation, and the only emotion is only recognition and respect for his opponent, and the rest is all coldness and indifference.

"Then you go back to the bamboo tube first, I had found the soul nourishing wood before, but unfortunately, it was almost robbed back then, and it was gone. If you have it in your hand, you might be able to live a little longer. The gray-clothed Luo Yuan said without being salty.

"Hehe, do you want to live longer?" The old man Wan Zhu shook his head and left with a smile, but in that laughter, there was no trace of nostalgia for life and fear of death.

The gray-clothed Luo Yuan looked at the departing figure of the old man Wanzhu, and couldn't help frowning slightly. He didn't understand why there were still monks who didn't have the luxury of living, and if they could, who wouldn't want to live? Isn't the monk practicing all his life so that he can have a long lifespan? Isn't what he pursues is the cultivation that is proud of heaven and earth? He shook his head and didn't continue to think about it, because Luo Yuan knew that he didn't have an experience similar to that of the old man Wanzhu, and he couldn't experience it, and he couldn't feel it. Eventually, he sat down cross-legged and silently recovered from his injuries in the sea of knowledge.

The reason why the Yuanying monk far surpasses the Jindan monk is that the root lies in the Yuanying. This is a completely different nature of life, and the monks under the primordial infant are like mortals, and everything is based on the body. The Jindan monks are better, the monks who build the foundation and practice qi, their weaknesses are the same as those of mortals. The heart, the skull, these two fatal places, if injured, are also very likely to die like mortals. And their three souls and seven spirits will gradually dissipate, and it will be difficult to survive forever.

After Jin Dan, he has begun to transcend the ordinary, even if the internal organs are damaged, as long as the head is not cut off, the heart is not gouged out. These injuries can be recovered under the powerful Jindan cultivation, and it is only a matter of time before it is needed. Their physical bodies are more powerful, and the aura of heaven and earth that they can carry is even stronger. Therefore, their vitality will be more vigorous, and their longevity will be longer. Their three souls and seven spirits will be extremely powerful under the nourishment of the purple qi, and even in the hands of the overhaul who means to the sky, there may be the possibility of reversing life and death.

And the Yuanying monk, regardless of the power of moving mountains and seas between his gestures, the longevity alone is enough for two or three thousand years. What kind of concept is this, mortals can't live a long life for a hundred years, and their longevity is enough to be worth dozens of lives of mortals. The Yuanying monk not only has a long lifespan, but his survival ability has made countless monks and ordinary people seek after him.

When the cultivation reaches the Yuan Infant, they will no longer be swayed by the physical body, except for the physical cultivation, the physical body is not very demanding for them except for a little fit and bearing. Even if they are dug out of their hearts and lungs, decapitated and their singing voices, and even their bodies are turned into ashes, as long as they are still alive, they will not fall. Yuan Ying is the foundation of their lives.

Yuan Ying is like their second life, the body is destroyed but the god is immortal. Yuan Ying is even more able to unfold the art of teleportation, who can reach a hundred miles away in an instant, and all they need to do is to find a physical body and lodge Yuan Ying in it. This kind of means is simply appalling, so the old man Wanzhu regretted not being able to set foot in Yuanying back then. If he can set foot in the realm of the Yuan Infant, then today, the overlord of the boundless sea will definitely have his place.

Old Man Wanzhu left Luo Yuan's body and returned to the bamboo tube that had been hidden for hundreds of years. After the old man Wanzhu left, Luo Yuan was sitting cross-legged, and the dazzling emerald green light quickly retreated, along with the dead air and the deep buried yellow. Instead, it is the glow of the Dao, the rui qi is steaming, the body is shining, and the runes and Dao Dao behind him rise, like a divine manifestation, and the Buddhas are shining in the world, which makes people feel awe.

Luo Yuan woke up, he glanced at the old man Wanzhu with a little deep meaning, and then closed his eyes again, sat quietly and refined himself.

Five years later

Luo Yuan's eyes opened and closed suddenly, and a golden light shot out of it, and the sword intent beside him hummed, as if he could open the mountain and break the sky with just one thought.

"Whew", he let out a long breath, clenched his hands into fists, felt the vigorous power on his body at the moment, and smiled slightly. His injuries had healed, and he had been sitting for five years, as if he had slept unconsciously. Luo Yuan stood up, took out a jar of wine from the storage bag, broke the sealing mud with one palm, and then gulped down.

"Good wine, I haven't drunk it for many years, but it's really delicious. But after a few sips, the jar of wine became an empty jar, Luo Yuan casually threw the jar aside, and continued to sit with his eyes closed. Previously, he was recuperating from his injuries, but now, he needs to deduce his own path, evolve more means, and realize the annihilation finger that Taihua wants to pass on to him.

Time flies, the years change, and in the blink of an eye, another five years have passed in a hurry.

"Lei Fu, how can you be in the Liyuan Sect, the old man remembers, you should be in the Guangyang Ancient Sect. How long have you been back? Why didn't you go back to Lei's house? Could it be, did you do something?"

Leave the main hall of the Yuan Sect

Lei Tong looked at a young man kneeling in front of him rather interestingly. And this young man was the disciple of the Lei family who followed Luo Yuan and Huang Fengzi to Liyuan Sect.

"Ancestor, the disciple is here to talk a long story. In fact, ten years ago, the disciple came to this Liyuan Sect, but the number of times the ancestor came before was not much, so he had never seen it. Lei Fu spoke respectfully.

"What! You kid is messing around! Who allowed you to come and defect to the sect? Aren't you making enemies for the Lei family? What will the Guangyang Ancient Sect think of my Lei family, and what about the disciples of my Lei family who are still in the Guangyang Ancient Sect?

Lei Fu smiled bitterly and said, "Ancestor, don't worry, the younger generation is here with Shaozun. ”