They looked at each other a few times, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.
Spiritual refiners are not real immortals. Even if they realize the Tao, enter the throne, and have their life span increased, few can live longer than 200 years.
The ultimate cultivation level within such a lifespan is the "Tao realm" of the throne.
Almost all the five people here are in this realm. The throne of the Tao realm depends on the strength of the Tao they understand and whether they are proficient in it.
People like the two elders, who understand the Tao so mediocrely and are unable to master it, are likely to stay like this for the rest of their lives. Someday, the end will come and they will die and their Tao will disappear.
But above the "Tao Realm", it's completely different.
By sensing the profoundness of the Dao, successfully slaying it, and entering the throne of the "Dao-Slaying Realm", not only can one's cultivation be greatly improved, but the upper limit of lifespan can be increased by nearly ten times.
The old man in front of me dares to call the two elders and young men directly. Could it be that he is the throne of Dao Slayer Realm?
Jiangbian Yan looked at the old man's pole, then at the ax on his waist, and couldn't help but swallowed.
He seemed to have the answer and asked with difficulty: "Senior, is your surname Cen?"
They were clearly in the opposite camp, and they used the honorific title unconsciously. You can imagine how shocked Jiang Bianyan was at this moment.
The old man's eyes suddenly lit up: "You actually know me?"
The other four people were stunned. They turned to look at the geese on the river bank, not knowing why.
"who is he?"
Jiang Bianyan took a deep breath, as if to calm down the shock in his heart.
"Cenjov!"
The old man nodded approvingly, but did not deny it.
The four of them were stunned, with horror in their eyes.
"But Cenchofu from The Legend of the Woodcutter and the Axe?"
Qiao Qianzhi unconsciously glanced at the small ax on the old man's waist. Although he was asking a question, he already had the answer in his heart.
Sure enough, he saw Jiang Bianyan nodding, and his heart was filled with waves.
There are many powerful people in the world of spiritual refiners, but there are very few who are truly legendary and can be remembered by the world.
The Woodcutter and the Ax are one of them.
It is said that Cenqiaofu was an ordinary person who spent his whole life traveling between mountains and forests to make a living. His daily task was to chop wood and carry water, and he lived like this for hundreds of years.
At the age when he should have died and gone to bed, the old man suddenly became enlightened and entered the throne overnight. After that, he used an iron ax and a pole to create a world, which shocked the world.
In the words of a spiritual master, this person spent his whole life realizing the Dao of the Red World, and as soon as he practiced it, he reached its peak.
There are not many true geniuses in the world, the Eighth Sword Immortal is one of them, and the old man’s method of entering the Tao in front of him is absolutely unique!
After learning the identity of the old man, all four of them had helplessness in their eyes.
There's no way to fight this!
The legend of this man became famous hundreds of years ago.
This person is really a hard-core person. Let alone five people. I'm afraid if the number of people present is doubled, they probably won't be able to break this old bone.
"Senior Cen has been living in seclusion in the mountains and forests again. Why did he appear at the entrance of this spiritual palace?" Jiang Bianyan asked.
"Haha." Cenqiaofu laughed loudly, "I have indeed retired to the mountains and forests, but I can't stand the tricks of today's young people. They even cheated me, so they set me up on a pirate ship."
"So it was the masked man who asked you to come out?"
"good."
Jiang Bianyan fell into silence, and he suddenly understood why Ye Xiaotian didn't even want to show any emotion after seeing him coming with two young people.
In the previous letter asking for help, he thought that it would be a great honor to come alone.
I never thought that the enemy of the Spiritual Palace would be so powerful this time.
This is no longer an excuse, this is a slap in the face!
Not to mention one wild goose on the river bank, even ten wild geese on the river bank could not even pass by this old man!
"Senior has really become a saint slave?" He still asked with some unwillingness to give up.
"Little guy, there is no need to test me. After you return alive, bring this information to the Holy Temple as soon as possible. If you have to, I will have to visit your headquarters."
Cenqiaofu looked kind, but his words were shocking.
The faces of all five people turned dark. This is simply bad news!
Unknowingly, the "Holy Slave" has grown so big that even figures like Cenchofu can be invited to fight for it?
Boom!
The old man stopped joking with them and shook the pole to the ground again, causing the large formation in the spiritual palace to sparkle with light.
"To be honest, I rarely kill animals anymore. Let's play a game."
"what game?"
The five of them felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, and felt the hair on their hair rising. At this moment, their vigilance was at its highest, and they did not let go of any disturbance around them.
If Cenjou takes action, I'm afraid half of the people here will be maimed with one blow.
"Hey, don't be so nervous!"
When the old man saw the appearance of the five people, he not only smiled, but also quickly waved his hands and said:
"I don't mean any harm, but I do have a mission today. In short, the five of you include all the thrones that will come next."
"They all have to stay here."
Everyone was stunned, a dragging tactic?
Qiao Qianzhi and Xiao Qixiu looked at each other and both felt that something was wrong. If the old man was just delaying, then who would be the main attacker?
The answer is self-evident:
Masked man!
"Sit down, everyone."
Cenjov took out a mahogany chessboard as if there was no one around, then took out two boxes of black and white chess pieces, and recalled:
"This is a fun thing I made myself a few years ago. Killing one game can enlighten you all over the world. Anyway, you have nothing to do. Let's chat while playing chess?"
He suddenly leaned on his crutch and began to think, "It seems like there is something missing?"
Then his eyes lit up and he said, "Do you have any melon seeds?"
Everyone: ""
God is eating melon seeds and playing chess. The spiritual palace is in disaster. Who has the spare time to accompany you in the chess game to kill everyone?
The two grumpy senators couldn't hold it in any longer. The scholar could not be killed. They were provoked at the door. Who could hold it in?
After looking at each other, the two men's spiritual energy surged, and they appeared on both sides of Cenqiaofu in an instant.
An encounter with a masked man that night made several elders clearly aware of their own strength, but today, even if they are like moths to the flame, they still have to gain a glimmer of hope for the newcomers to the Spiritual Palace!
As long as he can hurt Cen Qiaofu, Xiao Qixiu can definitely follow up. With the attack power of his kendo throne, it is not easy to kill the enemy beyond the level.
Bang bang!
Cenqiaofu pulled out a pole, flew one of them away, and then knocked another person into the ground, then sighed.
"Oh, young and energetic"
This scene made the eyes of the men in black behind them twitch wildly.
Even the elders were struck with one blow?
What the hell is this? Is this old man a monster?
Even if the strength of the two parties is not in the same level, they are still on the throne anyway. No matter what, they have to give face and burst into spiritual energy?
This carrying pole really makes people stunned.
Boom!
Cen Qiaofu hit the ground with his stick again, shaking the spirit palace formation.
These increasingly powerful blows seemed to be able to destroy the formation directly next time.
Qiao Qianzhi's face turned dark, repairing the formation was not an easy task.
"Senior, didn't he say he didn't plan to take action? This big formation?"
"It's just a matter of knocking on the mountain and shaking the tiger!"
Cenqiaofu waved his hand and said casually: "Don't worry, I won't break your formation."
"But I have to let people know that there are people fighting here, and the fighting is getting more intense, right? Otherwise, how can anyone else come to support you?"
Click!
Everyone was petrified.
It turns out that the formation has been knocked from time to time from the beginning. Is this the reason?
I feel bitter in my heart when I move, secretly praying that no one will come again, otherwise I'm afraid they will all be held back?
call out!
At this moment, a short figure suddenly appeared, with white hair flying and an awe-inspiring aura.
"Who are you attacking?"
Ye Xiaotian was very unhappy. He couldn't win a mere junior grandmaster. As long as a masked man didn't appear in front of the spiritual palace gate this time, he must look good!
When everyone saw the dean coming, they were not happy but sad, and even their eyes dimmed.
Ye Xiaotian was stunned. Was his will even weakened?
He looked around and saw no signs of a battle.
"What's wrong?"
"Another throne?" Cenchofu was overjoyed. He thrust his pole into the ground and squatted down holding the chessboard.
"Come on, come on over and play chess!"
