Yichenzi was slightly shocked when he saw the visitor.

The person who came was the old master of the Martial God Temple, and he was of the same generation as Yichenzi. It can even be said that he was older than Yichenzi.

Calculate the time and the other party’s life span should have been exhausted.

The Temple of Martial God is indeed not simple!

Yichenzi thought to himself.

He went through a lot of hardships and took many years to get enough medicinal materials for the eighth-level longevity elixir. If it weren't for the help of war, that furnace of elixir wouldn't have been successful.

It is conceivable how difficult it is to go against the will of heaven and change one's fate.

"Wu Liu, I really didn't expect you to live for so long."

Yichenzi spoke slowly, and a deep look of fear appeared in his eyes.

Wu Liu is the old master of the Wushen Temple.

Back then, he was also a sensational figure.

Just like Wu Yi now, it is as sunrise as the sky.

At that time, Yi Chenzi was just an ordinary alchemy apprentice who could not be more ordinary.

It can be said that he is not qualified to carry shoes to Wu Liu.

Time passed by, and for thousands of years, Yichenzi relied on a perfect alchemist to kill from many geniuses.

Wu Liu, like Yichenzi, is half a step into Wuzong.

It is too difficult to break through to the Wuzong.

Despite this, Yi Chenzi still suspected that there were strong Wuzong hidden people in the Martial God Temple.

The Temple of Martial Gods can be traced back to the God of Martial Gods that were thousands of years ago.

There are forces of the Temple of War in East and even Central China.

Its strength is very imaginable.
Chapter completed!