There is no soil here on an isolated island in the vast sea. The isolated island is completely composed of reefs, and the stones are covered with a layer of light white fine sand. What’s strange is that a towering tree has grown on the isolated island, and countless thorns extend in all directions, almost covering the entire isolated island.

There were several figures sitting under the towering tree. Their faces were all bad, withered and thin, as if a gust of wind could blow them away.

Jiang Huquan stood on the shore of the isolated island, looking into the distance. Suddenly, a cough came from behind him. An old man stood up tremblingly. Jiang Huquan showed surprise and walked over in two steps, supported the old man, and whispered: "Master..."

"Quan'er..." The old man opened his faint old eyes, looked at Jiang Huquan, and said with difficulty: "Where is this place?"

"This is the South China Sea." Jiang Huquan said.

"How long has I been reclining?" the old man said again.

"It's been half a month." Jiang Huquan said.

"So...how long has it been since I was in seclusion?" said the old man.

Jiang Huquan sighed long and said, "Three hundred and seventy years have passed."

"You said..." The old man's eyes suddenly widened: "What did you say?"

"Master, it's almost four hundred years." Jiang Huquan smiled bitterly.

"Four hundred years...no wonder..." The old man let out a long sigh: "No wonder my body is so hard, and I almost didn't recover. It seems... we were wrong."

"Master, what did you say wrong?" Jiang Huquan asked.

"We use the true understanding of the slaughter and prosperity to practice the art of fake death, waiting for the demon lord to appear again, but..." The old man said as he slowly shook his head: "Our bodies have become deserted. When the demon lord is really here, what's the use of us? They are just a few old immortals waiting to die."

"It's been a bit long," said Jiang Huquan.

"Four hundred years...Four hundred years, four hundred years, four hundred years" the old man sighed, and then suddenly remembered something: "No, Quan'er, how could you delay until today?

“Master means…”

"With your entry, it can last for up to two hundred years. If you don't use the real explanation of the withering and prosperity to enter the fake death, you will have become a handful of loess," said the old man.

"Master, I have never found a disciple who is cunning, insightful, qualified, and capable of great responsibilities." Jiang Huquan said softly: "The disciple is really unwilling to give up, but he has no choice. Finally, the disciple suddenly realized the vitality from the spiritual technique of the True Learning of the Knot and Rong. After twenty years of seclusion, he finally created another spiritual technique."

"What spiritual technique?" the old man asked.

"Disciple calls it the true interpretation of reincarnation." Jiang Huquan said.

"The true interpretation of reincarnation? Reincarnation... Reincarnation..." The old man murmured to himself, then looked at Jiang Huquan deeply: "Sure enough, when you just walked into the Green Sea, the master could tell at a glance that you were a talented person..."

"Master praised it." Jiang Huquan said: "Disciples can only sit and practice withered, but they have no ability. Later, they took several disciples one after another, but they ended up..." In the end, Jiang Huquan showed a bitter expression.

"Hahaha...you, sometimes you're too soft-hearted, actually..." The old man suddenly paused and looked up at the sky: "It's not right to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth..."

"Master, the seal has been broken." Jiang Huquan said.

"What?" the old man was shocked: "Who? Who dared to do such a traitor?"

"Is a man named Helan Kongxiang." Jiang Huquan said.

"Helan Kong Xiang? People from the Helan family?" The old man was stunned for a moment and said, "I have said a long time ago that the ancestors of the Helan family were escaped slaves of the demon clan. The mountain and sea rituals they practiced were even more demon clans. They must not be trusted. If they are not my race, their hearts will be different. It is better to clear them as soon as possible. Unfortunately, no one wants to listen to me."

"Then Helan Kongxiang is a genius who is rare and better than his disciples." Jiang Huquan said: "He discovered the holy realm at the age of twenty and became a great saint at the age of thirty. After that, he entered the heavenly world."

"Hmph" the old man snorted coldly, murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Helan Kong Xiang has a son and a daughter. The boy is called Helan Yuan Expedition, and the girl is called Helan Feiqiong." Jiang Huquan said: "I don't know much about Helan Expedition. Helan Feiqiong's qualifications are even more than his father. He entered the holy realm at the age of sixteen and was intimidating Pengshan. The other six holy zodiacs dare not touch their heads. They went to retreat and recuperate, which was equivalent to handing over the entire Pengshan."

"Six Holy Sees? There should be seven Holy Sees of Pengshan, right?" the old man said suspiciously: "Is there a lineage broken?"

"Yes." Jiang Huquan nodded and said, "Helankong killed Fengying and seized his holy throne."

"What a great courage," the old man said, "Pengshan is becoming less and less promising, so let Helan be in vain?"

"Doctors know about that." Jiang Huquan said: "To put it, it was a bit too much for the Holy See of Fengying. Helan Kongxiang's haired wife. It is reasonable for Helan Kongxiang to avenge his wife."

"Don't forget that there is justice, there is also justice," said the old man.

"Master, my disciples have gained a lot of insights over the past few hundred years." Jiang Huquan said: "No matter what kind of righteousness it is, if people force people to ignore family, it is a false righteousness. What's more, blood revenge is also a kind of righteousness."

"You..." The old man was a little angry and glared at Jiang Huquan. He was about to scold him, but then he realized something: "Qiuan'er, you... have you seen through the last barrier?"

"The Emperor Liujiu reappears, and the disciple's entry is like a natural result, and he naturally breaks through the entrance hall." Jiang Huquan said: "But, the disciple cannot leave now, and he dares not leave."

The old man took a breath and looked at Jiang Huquan blankly. After a long time, he whispered: "Quan'er, why did you wake us up this time?"

"Master, I can no longer defend the Green Sea." Jiang Huquan said.

"What? You have reached the Star Lord Realm, and you... can't defend the Green Sea?" the old man shouted in disbelief: "Who is it? It makes you so embarrassed?"

"That person... Master, you recognize it." Jiang Huquan said softly: "It's Zhou Buyi."

"It's impossible that Zhou Buyi would have died long ago." The old man shouted: "I gave him my own hand..."

"He is not dead." Jiang Huquan said: "He is back with the hatred he has accumulated for thousands of years."

"Impossible...Impossible..." The old man seemed a little lost and murmured.

"The disciple originally wanted to induce the Shenchen." Jiang Huquan said again: "However, another person has appeared in the world, so the disciple finally changed his mind."

"Another person?" The old man had just woken up and heard shocking news one after another. He could not bear it anymore and his face turned particularly pale.
Chapter completed!