Chapter 30 - What Is Invincible

The old immortal emerges from seclusion.　　This is a major event that shocks the world.　　Upon receiving the news, the court directly orders the largest local official to go to the immortal's gate to congratulate the old immortal.　　The official carries heavy gifts, but does not see the old immortal, only receiving a disdainful sentence, "Let the current emperor come to see me."　　Song Nan sits uneasily in the palace, receiving such a sentence.　　He is not very daring to go, wanting to wake Chen Xia, but also afraid of getting punished by Chen Xia, then he would really be in a dilemma.　　So Song Nan prepares his carriage and hurries to the immortal's gate.　　He still doesn't see the old immortal, only receiving the hospitality of an elder from the immortal's gate.　　This elder sits in front of the table, glances at Song Nan who has arrived, not taking it to heart at all, and does not let Song Nan sit down, just casually says.　　"The patriarch let me tell you, if the great Song wants to exist in the future, it must let the people of the whole territory offer sacrifices to his statue."　　Song Nan is stunned, his face is extremely embarrassed, he bows to the elder and says, "But the statue of the national master has been offered in the territory of the great Song now."　　"Ha." The elder sneers, "I don't care about this, if you still want the great Song to exist, just do it obediently."　　"Otherwise, we don't mind changing to a more obedient dog."　　The elder's words are all insults, and he doesn't take Song Nan seriously at all.　　Song Nan's expression is a bit gloomy, but he dares not retort.　　The elder glanced at him and sneered, "What's the national master, if you want to rely on him, I advise you to give up this ridiculous idea as soon as possible."　　"Now the patriarch has broken through to the golden elixir realm, invincible in the world, even if the immortals from the upper realm come down to the world are not the opponent of the patriarch, you a mere mortal, still want to resist, ridiculous to the extreme!"　　"You go back and think about it, I give you three days, if you haven't decided in three days, it's not me talking to you here."　　"But the patriarch is talking to you in the imperial city."　　Song Nan's face is gloomy, he lowers his head, grits his teeth and replies.　　"Yes."　　"Hmm." The elder casually waved his hand, "Go back and think about it."　　Song Nan no longer speaks, turns around and strides back to the imperial city.　　He wants to wake Chen Xia, but there is no way, a hundred meters deep soil isolates all sounds, only by digging all the way down, but how can it be finished in three days.　　The only Huang Qingyue who might be able to wake Chen Xia still disagrees, worriedly says.　　"Brother Chen is at a critical moment of closing the door, if you disturb him now, what if brother Chen gets hurt?"　　Song Nan is completely out of options now, sitting in the imperial city, nowhere to go, waiting for the old immortal to come to him, and then discuss it.　　If it really doesn't work, it can only change the object of worship to the old immortal, and then talk after Chen Xia comes out of the door.　　He is really entangled, thinking about troubles every day.　　Three days passed quickly.　　People saw a sword flying out from the immortal's gate, and then a figure stepped on the sword, walking a hundred miles in thirty breaths, hovering over the imperial city, and his indifferent voice spread throughout the imperial city.　　"Who is the current emperor, come out to see me."　　Before Song Nan went out, Jiu Qiansui had already faced the old immortal.　　The old immortal stepped on the flying sword, his expression was flat, and he said casually, "You dare to come out this time, are you ready to die?"　　Jiu Qiansui's hands were in his sleeves, and his voice was shrill and smiling, "As a servant of the royal family, I naturally have to do my duty."　　"Forget it." The old immortal waved his hand, his old but majestic face showed a disdainful expression, and said.　　"Don't talk, I feel sick when I hear your voice, how can you still have the face to say that you cultivate the immortal way, there is no immortal way that calls itself a servant."　　Jiu Qiansui smiled, "The world is big, there is nothing strange."　　"You are so strange, can you block my sword?" The old immortal snorted coldly, and the flying sword under his feet hummed.　　Jiu Qiansui smiled, "Try it."　　"You deserve it?" A cold snort, the old immortal did not really take out his sword, just pointed out a finger.　　Jiu Qiansui fell from the highest point of the imperial city in an instant, penetrated the wall, and was smashed into the ruins, life and death are unknown.　　The old immortal stood in the air, his tone cold, "The emperor of the great Song, I give you the last three breaths of time."　　One breath.　　Song Nan has already come out, standing on the ground, under the gaze of the patrol and civil and military officials, he bows to the old immortal.　　"Song Nan has seen the old immortal."　　The old immortal glanced at him, disdainfully said, "Do you deserve to stand and talk to me?"　　"Kneel down!"　　This sentence is like a divine power, shaking Song Nan's face white, and his whole body can't help but kneel on the ground.　　The old immortal then said slowly, "You emperors of the great Song are very impolite, you don't like to kneel when you see me, do you really think this world is yours?"　　Song Nan gritted his teeth, knelt on the ground, lowered his head, and replied.　　"The old immortal's lesson is right."　　The onlookers from the patrol and civil and military officials were shocked, and it was hard to imagine that the high emperor would appear so humble.　　"I let the elder tell you something three days ago, have you thought about it?" The old immortal asked again.　　Song Nan nodded and agreed, "As the old immortal wishes."　　"Hmm." The old immortal nodded slightly, and casually said, "If you do it well, I will let you manage this world, otherwise, change someone, after all, I am looking for obedient dogs."　　Song Nan gritted his teeth, dared not retort, and could only nod.　　The old immortal casually looked down, the flying sword suddenly fell, hanging a hundred meters high, and continued to ask.　　"I heard that in the past hundred years, another immortal has appeared in the world, and he is still the national master of your great Song, and now the statue offered is his."　　"It is." Song Nan nodded.　　The old immortal raised his eyebrows and waved his hand, "Let him come out to see me, eighty years ago, he killed my closed-door disciple, so he should pay with his life."　　Song Nan smiled bitterly, "The national master is in seclusion, I'm afraid I can't call him out."　　"A little cultivator, still needs to close the door?" The old immortal sneered, and the flying sword under his feet hummed, approaching the secret room, sneering.　　"Is this the place?"　　The flying sword under his feet condensed sword energy, about to chop down.　　"Stop!" A clear and angry shout rang out, and a woman in a goose yellow skirt held a sword, glaring at him.　　The old immortal raised his eyebrows, not looking at Huang Qingyue, but at the sword in her hand, and asked.　　"Are you also a sword cultivator?"　　The flying sword under his feet is still condensing sword energy, ready to fall at any time.　　Huang Qingyue's eyebrows were inverted, and she was extremely angry, and she shouted again, "I let you stop!"　　"What if I don't stop?" The old immortal sneered.　　Suddenly, the sword hummed!　　Huang Qingyue's figure arrived in an instant, and the sword in her hand slashed straight at the old immortal's head.　　The old immortal's mouth picked up a disdainful smile, and he was not even willing to take out his sword, just blocked with a single finger, blocked the sword, and then gently flicked.　　The sword blade broke, Huang Qingyue's figure retreated a hundred steps, hit the wall, her pretty face was pale, and the corner of her mouth was bleeding.　　The old immortal sneered, "You, such an ant, dare to take a sword in front of me, I can kill you with one finger."　　He really stretched out a finger, with sword energy lingering on it, pointing to Huang Qingyue's forehead.　　"Old immortal, wait a moment." Someone flashed out of the imperial city, an emaciated old man in white, looking pleasingly at the old immortal, and said.　　"This little girl has some talent in cultivation, I don't know if the old immortal can give it to me, I will take it back to practice as a stove."　　The old immortal glanced at him and asked, "The way of cultivating by absorbing the power of wishes and offerings that you told me is really feasible?"　　The emaciated old man hurriedly nodded, "This is the secret of the overseas Qi practitioners, it must be feasible,　　and if it doesn't work, the old immortal can take my head, I will have no complaints."　　"Better be so." The old immortal nodded, turned his head to look at Huang Qingyue, and asked again, "Does she have any opportunities?"　　The emaciated old man hurriedly nodded, "There are some small opportunities, but not big, just some talent in cultivation, it's best to use as a stove."　　Huang Qingyue spat out blood from the corner of her mouth, got up with difficulty, looked at the two people, and gritted her teeth.　　"Don't touch brother Chen, just find me!"　　The emaciated old man nodded, grinned, and said, "I will naturally find you, but not now, but later in bed, haha!"　　Huang Qingyue gritted her teeth, the mysterious air in her body turned instantly, actually writing a very simple Taoist symbol, the broken sword in her hand suddenly shone, and the sword energy was full, throwing it towards the emaciated old man.　　Under the stirring of the sword energy, an arc light was pulled in the air.　　The emaciated old man's face changed, and he was about to dodge.　　The old immortal put his fingers together, the sword energy rolled, using his fingers as a sword, and completely smashed the short sword thrown by Huang Qingyue.　　The emaciated old man breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly bowed to the old immortal, "Thank you for saving me, old immortal."　　The old immortal didn't even look at him, disdainfully said, "You overseas Qi practitioners, apart from some strange techniques, are really useless."　　The emaciated old man did not dare to talk back, and then glared at Huang Qingyue, gritted his teeth, "You dare to use such ruthless means against me, when I go back, I will definitely refine you into a obedient stove that only knows how to serve me!"　　Huang Qingyue still had blood on the corner of her mouth, tightly biting her silver teeth, and her goose yellow skirt was stained with a lot of blood, her eyes were full of fierce hatred.　　The old immortal looked at her and found it interesting, grinning and saying.　　"I will pull this closed person out later, and chop him up with a sword, I don't know what expression you will have at that time, will you kneel down and beg me?"　　The old immortal's smile on the corner of his mouth became bigger and bigger, sneering, "Maybe if you kneel down and beg me now, I will be in a good mood later, and I will only half kill him, let you talk for a while."　　Huang Qingyue gritted her teeth tightly and did not reply.　　The old immortal stood on the flying sword, the sword energy rolled on it, flowing and overflowing, facing Huang Qingyue, and said word by word.　　"I want you to kneel down and beg me now, otherwise I will kill this person immediately."　　Huang Qingyue wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, her face showed no weakness, just nodded and said, "Okay."　　The old immortal said again, "Kneel and kowtow, it must be loud to count, at least it should break this floor, otherwise it will show too little sincerity."　　"Okay." Huang Qingyue still nodded, looking at the wall ruins in front of her, coughed heavily, spit out the blood in her body, and then was about to kneel on the ground.　　A hundred meters deep.　　Chen Xia's body kept trembling, shaking the whole ground, after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, which were shining with golden light, like a god!　　He picked up the iron pillar next to him, took it out in an instant, covered it with golden light, and threw it directly in front of him!　　The soil collapsed instantly, without any resistance.　　The iron pillar flew out, like the most powerful flying sword in the world.　　The ground of a hundred meters collapsed!　　The old immortal retreated in an instant, hanging in the sky.　　The emaciated old man was pierced by the golden iron pillar on half of his body, inserted on the ground, blood gushing, unable to move, half dead.　　Chen Xia had already stood on the iron pillar, looking at the half-dead and half-alive emaciated old man, his expression rarely showed anger, and he said in a deep voice.　　"The cruel officials of the great Song have a lot of means, you just wait to enjoy it."　　The emaciated old man's mouth kept bleeding, and he could no longer reply.　　Chen Xia looked up at the old immortal in the sky, his expression gloomy.　　"I haven't found you yet, you dare to find me first."　　The old immortal said coldly, "There is only so much air luck in the world, and it can't accommodate two immortals to ascend, only by killing you can I pursue the great way."　　Chen Xia glanced at the injured Huang Qingyue, his expression became more gloomy, and he scolded the old immortal.　　"Old thing, you came to die."　　The old immortal's expression was cold, and the flying sword under his feet hummed, and the killing intent was filled in his tone.　　"Take your head, cast my supreme immortal way!"　　Chen Xia's eyes lit up with transparent light, covering the black pupils, his fingers stretched out, in front of his mouth, making a gesture of silence, and replied.　　"You can only take your own head."　　At this moment.　　The flying birds are motionless.　　Everyone's expressions are frozen.　　Even the dust is suspended in place, the flow of time in this section has stopped.　　And Chen Xia walks in it, all the points of thirty years are added to strength, a total of 115 strength values converge on a fist.　　Against the old immortal's head.　　A punch is thrown.　　The flying birds moved, and the dust fell.　　This punch hit.　　The old immortal's eyes are full of horror, from his perspective, Chen Xia's speed is too fast for him to understand.　　In addition to speed, there is terrifying strength.　　A hundred meters around the old immortal exploded, and the air was all blasted, and his body flew backward instantly, cutting through the thick clouds, stopping thousands of meters away, colliding with the void, and his whole body was bleeding!　　There are blood flowers falling.　　Chen Xia stands in the air, his expression is indifferent, holding his fist, stepping on the sky, and walks towards the old immortal again.　　He wants to tell the world.　　What is invincible!