The iron-backed lizard king's huge body suddenly jumped up and received the blow with his back.
With a pop, the divine light dissipated, and the Lizard King was knocked down without any injuries.
"You evil beast, your skin is very hard!" The tall and thin man frowned, narrowed his eyes, and two invisible light waves shot out.
"Spiritual consciousness attack!" Zhou Yang was shocked and furious. He also shot two rays of consciousness from his eyes, defeating the opponent's light waves.
At the same time, Yuan Yi and Jiu also took action. One man and one demon suddenly attacked and pounced on the other old man who controlled the gods.
"Hmph, how brave you are!" the old man sneered, and thrust out both palms. The surging divine power was like a huge sea wave, which directly dispersed the attack of the man and the monster. The aftermath continued to rush forward, throwing the man and the monster away.
"The peak of the middle stage of God Control!" Jiu struggled to stabilize his figure, with blood at the corner of his mouth and a look of shock on his face.
What frightened him was not only the opponent's cultivation, but also the opponent's weird divine power.
That kind of divine power was so cold that his blood seemed to be frozen.
"There's no time, hurry up and deal with them!"
The tall and thin man was also surprised by Zhou Yang's strong spiritual consciousness, but the pursuers were approaching. He urged the old man Senhan to take action as soon as possible, and at the same time, he flashed and disappeared in an instant.
He suddenly appeared behind Zhou Yang and stamped his palm on him.
"Space magic power!" But that Zhou Yang was slowly dissipating, and it was obviously not his true form.
"Hmph!" Following the old man's cold snort, with him as the center, the temperature of the space within a radius of 500 miles dropped sharply, so cold that even the vitality of heaven and earth was frozen.
"Han..." Jiugang said one word, and his body became unable to move.
Yuan Yi, Wei, and Mu Han were all frozen in place.
This is the ice realm, and it is an extremely powerful ice realm. Those who are in the middle stage of God Control and below cannot escape at all.
But the strange thing is that under such a low temperature, no ice is formed at all.
The tall and thin man was not affected at all, because the old man's domain was not targeted at him.
Zhou Yang, who had disappeared into the void, was also frozen. He stared with a pair of big eyes, full of disbelief.
The old man pointed his finger forward, and the space Zhou Yang was in thawed, and he fell out.
"Many beasts are coming soon!" the tall and thin man shouted.
"It's really a piece of shit." The old man had no choice but to grab the green-faced man for a long time, because the battleship was on top of him.
However, the next moment, he suddenly stopped moving and looked up sharply.
Mu Zifeng inside Zhou Yang's body trembled, and his lips couldn't help trembling.
"It, it..." The tall and thin man's face was also full of astonishment.
The chasing group of big demons all stopped, and then started to retreat, as if they had encountered a terrifying natural enemy.
A figure slowly emerged in the sky. He was not tall, with white hair and white beard. He had kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He had no aura around him and looked amiable. He was just an ordinary old man.
With his appearance, the ice realm collapsed, the nearby space returned to its original state, and Zhou Yang and others also escaped from the ice.
"As for you, you are fighting and killing all day long. This is not good. Let's all disperse." The old man showed his white teeth as he spoke.
His voice was very easy-going, as if he was discussing with a group of humans and demons.
The humans present felt refreshed, but the big monsters felt as if they had been hit hard. Blood spurted out from their mouths, and they fled in all directions in horror.
"Haha, you two should break up." The white-haired old man looked at the tall and thin man and the cold old man.
"Senior..." The tall and thin man wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the white-haired old man waving his hand.
"Go ahead, there are so many opportunities here, why bother embarrassing the same kind of people." The old man still had a tone of discussion.
The old man Senhan bowed respectfully, pulled the tall and thin man around and left.
"Oh, I almost missed it. It seems that our destiny is not over yet." The white-haired old man shook his head and sighed again.
Mu Zifeng's incorporeal body floated out, and his normal expression had returned. He looked at the old man opposite without saying a word.
"Old friend, you don't think that I will kill you, do you?" the white-haired old man said with a smile.
Zhou Yang's heart trembled, old friend, could this old friend be...
"Humph, isn't it?" Mu Zifeng snorted coldly.
"Oh, old friend, it's too late for me to thank you, so how could I do that!" The white-haired old man sighed again.
"Still so sanctimonious, it really hasn't changed at all." Mu Zifeng sneered.
"To be honest, old friend, I really envy you."
"Envy me?"
"Yes, I envy your freedom and your longevity." The white-haired old man sighed.
"What do you mean?" Mu Zifeng frowned.
"I forgot that your current level of cultivation is not high and you don't see the truth in me. Of course, I didn't mean to ridicule you."
"Could it be that this is just a clone of you?" Mu Zifeng frowned.
"Oh, you are right. Now I only have a clone, and I can still move around." The white-haired old man nodded.
"Your body..."
"It has been hundreds of thousands of years. The original body should have died long ago. In order to live for a few more years, I can only do that."
Zhou Yang and others were shocked. This person has really lived for tens of thousands of years. This is too unbelievable!
"That's right. You didn't take the path of the weapon spirit, but you were able to survive until now. That's all you can do." Mu Zifeng nodded.
"Although this body has barely reached the early stage of deity, its longevity is no different from that of a cultivator of the gods. Every three to five thousand years, I have to sacrifice the clone again."
"And if you sacrifice it one more time, the body will become weaker. But there is no way, I really don't want to be a living dead."
The white-haired old man seemed to show his true feelings and was full of nostalgia for this world.
"How long can you live?" Mu Zifeng suddenly asked.
"This is why I envy you." The white-haired old man looked at him deeply.
"The path of weapon spirit is indeed impossible for you." Mu Zifeng nodded.
"Since I can't go any further, I have thought about taking this path, but I still feel unwilling to do it. If a good person doesn't do it, why should I be a tool spirit who can't do anything."
"I have traveled throughout the Endless Star Territory and the sacred mountains and spiritual seas. I have also found some good things. I have refined several furnaces of precious medicine to increase life span, and even a strange elixir to improve the cultivation of gods. This is given to me. Endless hope."
"But it is this hope that slowly cuts off the final path to the weapon spirit."
"Although the tenth-grade pill is against the heavens, it cannot make people immortal. How long can you live?" Mu Zifeng asked coldly.
"This clone is about to die. I guess it will be over after one more sacrifice."
"So, you still have thousands of years to live, which is not bad." Mu Zifeng sighed in his heart.
"Are you disappointed?" The white-haired old man smiled bitterly.
"It's a bit." Mu Zifeng said straightforwardly, without any hint of cunningness from before.
So what if the founder of alchemy is not able to escape the cycle of life and death.
