The first thousand two hundred and twelve chapters
Chapter 1,229 The Miracle of Life
Mingxi's grandfather still remembers the angry complaint made by Senior Wanyou back then and cannot forget it. Everyone who held and participated in the memorial ceremony at that time was scolded by Senior Wanyou without exception.
I want to know that he is obviously still alive and well, but he has not shown up for a while, and he is a little older. He is actually treated as a dead person to be worshiped and memorialized. As long as he is a normal person, he can see his spiritual tablet.
When he appeared in the mourning hall, someone even set up a tombstone for him in advance. It would be strange not to get angry!
The old man touched the child's forehead and sighed: "Nowadays, only the elders in the city have changed a few times. Not to mention the people who were the same generation as Senior Wanyou, even the elders who are the same generation as Senior Wanyou have passed away one by one. Senior Wanyou has passed away one by one."
He is one of the oldest human beings in the city."
The child asked innocently: "Grandpa, how old are you?"
"You kid, you just like to ask some strange questions." The old man shook his head slightly, sighed softly and said: "Grandpa is more than 1,300 years old. I don't know how many more years there will be before I can see you being so naughty.
The egg has grown."
Time is not forgiving. I recall that I was in my 28th year, but now I see that I am already an old man.
The child's eyes flashed and he said: "Grandpa will definitely live a long life. Is Senior Wanyou two thousand years old? He is really amazing!"
"More than two thousand years old. Although I don't know Senior Wanyou's actual age, he is at least twice my age. I just witnessed the Nine Heavens Holy Tribulation being broken, and I seem to have some understanding. If I go to retreat, Senior Wanyou may even live three thousand years.
Happy birthday." After the old man said these words, even he found it incredible.
Humans who are not soul beasts, achieve the realm of divine envoys, and break through the thousand-year-old bloodline limit, usually after 1,500 years of age, their blood energy will weaken and their longevity will be approaching.
Living to more than two thousand years old is considered a miraculous long-lived old man. If you don't reach the divine realm and live to be three thousand years old, that would be a terrible thing. You must know that once the blood energy weakens, the speed will become faster and faster, and the power of life will
The older we get, the more obvious the aging rate becomes.
Saints over 500 years old or under 1,000 years old may have a buffer period of a hundred years before their blood energy begins to weaken. However, once the blood energy of a divine envoy over 1,500 years old begins to weaken, it will only last for a few decades or even less than ten years.
As a divine envoy, Old Man Wanyou's blood will weaken after he is about fifteen hundred years old. Even though his strength is unpredictable, he can delay the loss of his blood until he is two thousand years old. But now he is nearly three thousand years old and weak.
His vitality has not dissipated for nearly a thousand years. If he did not have the secret to longevity, this would have to be said to be a miracle of life in human history!
If Old Wanyou left with some enlightenment, although it was just an ordinary thing, many people talked about it because he showed up...
Ever since there were misinformation about old man Wanyou's death in the millennium, the old man would always look for an opportunity to appear in public every hundred years, as if to remind other 'juniors' that he, an old antique, is still alive, so don't build a memorial hall for him anymore.
Tombstones and stuff are so annoying, otherwise he would have been pissed to death sooner or later if he hadn't died of old age!
It has been almost a hundred years since old man Wanyou appeared this time. I believe that under normal circumstances it will be impossible to see him again in the next hundred years. Thinking of this, all the elders in the hospital couldn't help but sigh.
Some of them are running out of time and may not survive another hundred years.
Old Man Wanyou's appearance is getting older year by year, but he has lived year after year. At this time, the elders have some understanding of why the seniors who were close to him will sigh in tears whenever they mention Old Man Wanyou...
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It was unexpected for the Mohist family to see Old Man Wanyou appear again. However, the name Yang Wanjun, even Old Man Wanyou couldn't cover up his brilliance. She is the real protagonist!
If the sky kills her, she will die. Nine cuts will destroy the nine heavens, and ten cuts will destroy the calamity cloud...
It has become an immortal legend in the city and has been included in the history of Qinglong Continent Hunwu City. Whether this legend can last forever and become famous in other continents depends on whether Yang Wanjun can take the final step.
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This nine-day holy tribulation did not last for nine days. It was broken at the peak of the fifth day. The tribulation ended early. Under Mo Xi's instruction, the Mo family also saw off their guests in advance. Although the elders were eager to survive,
Despite their strength, they also took the initiative to say goodbye.
Mo Xi took the initiative to see off the guests, obviously because he had something to discuss secretly with his disciples and did not want outsiders to know about it. It would be very unwise for outsiders like them to not understand the difference between occasions and insist on staying.
The Mohists respectfully saw off their guests, but I'm afraid they might drive them away by force later!
It took a long time after the calamity cloud dissipated before the girl inhaled the 'power of life' into her body and completely refined it. Her pale face improved slightly, but overall it was still a bit pale with a hint of morbid beauty. She summoned the nightmare
Nightmare, Nightmare of Nightmare made a cry that sounded like a horse but not a horse, stepped on the soul flame and descended into the courtyard of the Mo family.
Now in the courtyard, those who should leave have left. Only the people of the Mo family, Yang Wanjun, have returned. Even most of the people of the Mo family have retreated tacitly, leaving only old man Mo Xi.
The girl landed, took back the nightmare, and said: "Master."
Although the girl's tone was not obviously respectful, it was a bit flat, not like the tone a disciple should have towards his teacher. Mo Xi didn't pay attention to it. After the girl entered the city, her nature was like this, and she basically had an indifferent attitude toward everyone.
Compared with outsiders, the girl's tone towards him as a teacher was quite good, at least there was no cold hostility.
"How do you feel now?" Mo Xi sighed. Seeing the girl's pale and sickly face, there was an obvious melancholy between her eyebrows.
"Thank you, Master, for your concern. I feel better than before." The girl said expressionlessly. She was dressed in black, which slightly highlighted her pale face. She lacked the rosy color of a girl, but was fairer than snow.
Even if there is no battle, the girl still hangs a slender sword on her waist. She has long been accustomed to wearing a long sword, and basically will not disable the sword's martial spirit. Just because losing the weapon will make her less safe, Mingfeng doesn't mind, these ten
Over the years, I have become accustomed to the shape of the sword.
The girl just replied that she felt "better". Mo Xi naturally understood that even if it was not as good as the holy realm, he still could not find a solution. He sighed deeply: "The way of heaven is unfair, alas..."
The girl didn't reply. Maybe this was the fate given to her by God, but she refused to accept it. This time she won. She would never accept her fate until the last moment!
The atmosphere was a bit depressing. After a while of silence, the girl asked: "Master, is he here?"
Regarding her own affairs, she has been very clear over the years, and there is nothing to say. If there is a way to solve it, she will not go so long and fail to fulfill the promise she made. The only person she cares about now is the person in her heart.
Hearing the girl's question, Mo Xi didn't know how to reply to this idiot for a moment. He thought to himself: Could it be that God is really unkind and unfair to such an idiot like him?
Also take it away.
"Master, what happened?" The girl's face suddenly changed and became paler. From the look on Master Mo's face, she suddenly had an ominous premonition.
At this moment, there was a quarrel outside the hospital...
"I have something important to tell my sister, please let me in, it's very important!!"
It was a girl's voice, with a very anxious tone. It seemed that she was blocked by the Mohist disciples who were guarding the gate at the entrance of the courtyard.
"Mo Zu has ordered that no one should disturb you. We can't let you in. Please don't make it difficult for us, Miss Murong." The gatekeepers were embarrassed and had no intention of letting you in. If they hadn't known that Murong Ya had a deep friendship with Yang Wanjun,
You won't be as kind to me as you are now.
The gatekeeper disciples may not give face to the Murong family, but they have to give face to Yang Wanjun, because Yang Wanjun is a disciple of their ancestor and has unlimited potential!
If Murong Ya hadn't relied on the girl's relationship, whether she could have entered the Mo family would have been in doubt.
The Murong family is one of the best cultivating families in the Tianlong Empire, but in Hunwu City, it can only be regarded as a middle-to-lower family.
In fact, the term "middle and lower class" is already relatively elegant. To put it more simply, it is just a small aristocratic family that is not even third-rate!
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