No one present answered the old man's words.

At this time, everyone at the scene had an absurd feeling.

The old man in front of him, no matter how he looks at this moment, does not look like a threat to people.

And Chu Yan's perception of blood is even more than ordinary people.

At this moment he could clearly feel that the one in front of him was an old man who was about to run out of blood.

In other words, there is only one breath left at this time.

And the other person's body did not have the slightest aura fluctuation.

What it looks like is an old man whose life is coming to an end-if he doesn't look at his identity.

It seemed to feel what everyone was thinking at the moment, and the old man said, "You must be here to die if you come here. Do n’t want to take it away."

After speaking, he suddenly raised a hand.

Everyone quickly made a response gesture.

However, the other party did not use any strange tricks, but just rubbed his eyes in the most ordinary way.

But when the other person put their hands down, the palm of the old man held a bright and ruddy fruit.

The fruit is so red and dazzling that it looks red at this moment, even as if you see red water flowing in it.

"Dragon Blood Longevity!"

Yun Nishang exclaimed for the first time.

Her eyes were rounded at the moment, and her usual pleasant voice was also a little sharp because of extreme shock.

"Dragon's blood is prolonged, blooming every three hundred years, yielding every three hundred years, and maturing every three hundred years, that is to say, only one in nine hundred years.

And the one that has been ripe for nine hundred years has white fruits.

After every nine hundred years, it will become slightly rosy.

The teacher once showed me that Tianyazong currently planted a dragon blood creeping tree. The only fruit on it has been grown for more than 3,000 years, but it has only a slight pale pink color.

You ... you ... "Yun Nixian felt poor at this time.

The fruit of more than three thousand years is just pale powder.

The one in front of him was as red as blood, as if it was about to flow down.

The old man was very indifferent, grabbing the dragon's blood and spreading the fruit, biting it down, and then vaguely said, "So what?"

"This is the fruit of at least 20,000 years."

At this time, Chu Yan spoke.

"Twenty thousand years ..." Everyone at the scene felt that their breathing was stagnant.

Chu Yan stepped forward at this moment, with a serious expression: "You are not a zombie, you are still alive, I am curious, how you lived for tens of thousands of years, even if it is a real fairyland, it is only a thousand years.

Before everyone was still surprised by the fruit of 20,000 years. At this time, when they heard Chu Yan's words, they suddenly took a breath and couldn't speak.

"You mean ... this is ... a living person?"

Furui swallowed and said hardly.

For a moment, others felt it difficult to accept this reality.

If Chu Yan is telling the truth, isn't this old emperor right now the ancestor of the ancestors of all their ancestors, the ancestors of many generations before the ancestors?

Chu Yan did not speak, but signaled everyone to look at the old man's chest.

The chest is undulating, one breath and one breath, the other is clearly breathing.

Suddenly, everyone was just as pale as in the brain, as they had thought about it before.

After swallowing the dragon's blood, the old man laughed twice.

The red juice was still smearing on his lips at this moment.

So at first glance, he looked like blood, with his old face, looking extremely horrible.

"This dragon's blood is a long-lasting fruit, but it's a good thing."

The old man did not answer Chu Yan's question, but said on his own accord: "If this one goes down, if you change to an ordinary person, you can extend the life span of three to fifty years without any problem.

It's just a pity that eating this one can only extend the life of a small half an hour.

But ... hehe ... After 20,000 years of deep sleep, the fruit that has grown is enough to let me live for a while. "

The other person said to himself, in his tone, showing satisfaction and pride.

When Chu Yan heard what the other party said, his heart moved, and he felt like he was thinking something.

But before he fully grasped this thought, the old man suddenly stared sharply and looked at the crowd: "What do you want, don't think you don't know! And don't think that if you are monks, you can be stronger than you.

Although He is just a mortal, but there were more monks who died under His hand then, but more than you have ever seen! "

The shock of the old man's life has not yet gone. At this moment, it is an amazing message, as if it was a huge rock, and it fell into the lake.

"Aren't you a monk?"

Chu Yan's pupils shrank sharply.

Suddenly, he understood why he didn't feel any aura fluctuations on the other side.

This guy ... is just a mortal body.

"Of course I am not a monk, but I will kill the monk."

I do n’t know if it ’s because they just swallowed a dragon's blood, and the old man ’s spirit is much better than when he crawled out of the coffin, and he has n’t coughed for a while.

Even the back that had been stubborn, straightened at the moment.

"He took how long it took from the beginning of the war to the destruction of the twelve nations."

The old man smiled sensibly.

Chu Yan noticed that what the other party said was not the unification of the Twelve Kingdoms but the destruction of the Twelve Kingdoms.

There is a difference between the two terms, but the meaning of them differs by ten thousand miles.

Without waiting for Chu Yan's answer, the old man proactively stretched out two fingers.

"Two years.

It only took two years.

And every time, I was a royal drive.

During each expedition, most monks were killed by puppets.

You know, you are the body of a mere mortal.

And I have been frail and sick since childhood.

But no one in the Twelve Kingdoms can stop him! "

"Since you are so strong, why should you hide in these three holy mountains?"

Seeing the other party's pride, Furui couldn't help refuting.

"Sansheng Mountain?

What three holy mountains? "

The old man snapped and asked immediately.

"Your mausoleum is located under the Sansheng Mountain, and the Sansheng Mountain is covered by a large array, so it has not been noticed for tens of thousands of years.

If you don't have something in your heart, why are you crouching here? "

Su Xinyu also helped Furui ridicule each other.

"Three Holy Mountains ... Three Holy Mountains ..." The old man's eyes revealed a look of doubt.

He murmured a few moments later, as if he understood something, the smile on his face suddenly became more and more eerie.

"It seems that it should be too long, and the name of this mountain has changed, according to His Majesty."

The old man hesitated, and slowly stood up from the coffin. "These three mountains are not called three holy mountains. Their original names are raised.

And I came out of this mountain.

This mountain was originally called the Sansheng Mountain, not the Sansheng Mountain! "