Chapter 693 The Secret of Immortality

Without further ado, Zhou Yiqiao stood up with one palm upright, golden aura burst out from his hand, and stroked gently towards Haixuan Temple.

The next moment, the earth shook and the mountains shook. The seawater on both sides of the island was instantly attracted by a suction force and poured in backwards, forming a water curtain that blocked the sky and the sun, blocking all the monks in Haixuan Temple who wanted to take the opportunity to escape.

Even in the face of such a terrifying vision of heaven and earth, the old monk remained unmoved.

He slowly opened his eyes, and there was a look of compassion in his old eyes.

"The benefactor has such a raging murderous intention. If we, Haixuan Temple, let the benefactor leave, it will undoubtedly become a disaster."

"In this case, let us, Haixuan Temple, save the benefactor."

After saying that, this old man, who was only at the peak of the Golden Core, rushed towards Zhou Yiqiao who was in the middle stage of Nascent Soul without any fear.

As he quickly approached, relics emerged from his body and spun around him.

Each of these relics contains the life essence of a golden elixir monk, and the majestic vitality contained in them is heart-stopping.

More and more relics gathered, and soon they were all over the old monk's body.

These relics bloomed with dazzling golden light, like a golden sun.

Zhou Yiqiao narrowed his eyes slightly and did not see any trace of Buddha nature in these relics. It was obvious that these were made by the old monk using the golden elixir monks outside Haixuan Temple.

"He talks a lot about Amitabha Buddha, but only cares about wine, sex and wealth."

Zhou Yiqiao shouted low, and then with a thought, he ordered the Nascent Soul Ghost behind him to rush towards the old monk covered in golden light without fear of death.

"boom!"

A muffled sound was heard, and the golden light on the old monk suddenly collapsed.

However, although he was seriously injured and vomited blood, he did not flinch, but walked towards Zhou Yiqiao step by step.

At this moment, the inside of the old monk's body seemed to burn and turned into a golden lava pool.

Waves of surging heat filled his limbs and bones, and golden blood flowed on the surface of his skin. He really looked like an eminent monk!

The look of disgust in Zhou Yiqiao's eyes became more and more intense. Dusk appeared above his head. Three sword intents fell from the sky one after another and merged into Dusk. With the help of this companion magic sword, he slashed out three sword lights that covered the sky and the sun.

The first sword light completely extinguished the golden light on the old monk.

The second sword light knocked the old monk flying.

The third sword light passed by the old monk's neck and instantly took away the old monk's head.

But even though he lost his head, the old monk's remaining body was still standing on the same spot, showing no intention of falling down.

Zhou Yiqiao finally noticed the strangeness, turned to look at the ancestor of the Chen family who was still on the giant ship, and asked sternly.

"Didn't you say that this old bald donkey is the abbot of Haixuan Temple?"

Yes, on the way here, Chen Xingsheng very earnestly described the combat prowess of Haixuan Temple to Zhou Yiqiao, and clearly said that this old monk was the culprit of Haixuan Temple.

Chen Xingsheng was originally shocked by Zhou Yiqiao's methods, but when he heard Zhou Yiqiao's accountability, his liver and gallbladder suddenly broke.

He was just about to kneel down and beg for mercy, but he pointed at the standing corpse of the old monk with a horrified look on his face, dumbfounded.

"He is right. I am indeed the host of this ruined temple."

Zhou Yiqiao turned around with a warm voice, only to see that the old monk's head had flown back to his body at some point, and he was grinning at him.

At the same time, his body also expanded rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Almost in the blink of an eye, the originally skinny old monk swelled into a deformed monster that was several feet tall and covered with tumors all over his body.

"Eating fast, chanting Buddha's name, chanting sutras and meditating every day, I have finally regained some sense of being a human being!"

"Hahaha...ah! Damn it!"

The monster looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, but suddenly cried out in pain.

Because Zhou Yiqiao had already swung a sword energy again, piercing his bloated body like a mountain of flesh.

Blood sprayed and pieces of flesh flew, but this could stop the monster for a moment, and soon it was laughing maniacally again, returning to its crazy appearance.

"Hahahaha, you have no idea what kind of evil skills I practice. Even if you cut off half of my body, I'm still alive and kicking!"

As the monster laughed, he reached out and grabbed the other half of his body, tore it off and swallowed it.

With his absolute strength, Zhou Yiqiao was not afraid of this person's shouting.

Looking at this unkillable monster, in addition to a small amount of irritation in his eyes at the moment, he was more interested in the evil technique that this person said.

The old monk whose personality had changed drastically was still shouting, and Zhou Yiqiao finally felt tired.

The purple gold gourd was plucked from his waist, and the light green poisonous air overflowed from it and spread rapidly.

In an instant, both the evil monks in the Haixuan Temple and the forcibly kidnapped female cultivators were covered by the plague.

The green mist penetrated along everyone's facial features and crazily destroyed his body.

Wails came from the temple. Although they were sob-like and frightening at first, the sound soon became fainter.

After three breaths, there was no sound in the temple. Zhou Yiqiao withdrew the poison, turned to the Chen family and gave orders.

"I have killed all the creatures in the temple. You can go in and search for resources now."

"I want to have fun with this monster without endangering your safety."

After that, Zhou Yiqiao used his spiritual power to weave a large net, trapping the meat-mountain monster that was still shouting crazily.

Then he lifted up the spiritual net with one hand and took the meat-mountain monster with him, flying thousands of miles into the sky where it would not affect the Chen family monks at all.

Zhou Yiqiao thought the object was noisy, so he used his spiritual power to completely block the possibility of the other party making any noise.

At this moment, he was like a child who got a new toy, constantly playing with it.

Zhou Yiqiao used all the methods at his disposal on Roshan, hoping to test why the opponent could continue to regenerate.

However, even if the method is enough to kill the peak Nascent Soul cultivator, as long as he is not completely eliminated, the person can recover as before in a very short period of time.

"It's interesting."

Zhou Yiqiao's face was covered with blood, but his expression was extremely joyful.

"It seems that there is no way to test out the secret in a short time..."

He whispered deeply, thinking in his mind about how to bring this person back to the Netherworld Demon Realm.

After a long time, he had an idea and took out the Yin Yang Universe box that had been gathering dust for a long time from the storage bag. After spending a lot of effort to find the head from the mountain of meat, he turned it in.

As he had guessed, the head was still full of vitality even after leaving the body, but the bloated body was destroyed by Zhou Yiqiao's attack again and never recovered.

"In this way, we can bring this object back to Yongzhou."