My disciple's cultivation returns ten thousand times, so I have to be invincible.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to survive to this day.

Murong Zheng stared at Zhong Qing.

"Where did you go that year?"

Zhong Qing ignored Murong Zheng.

When he heard the words "missing case", he fell into a trance.

"I see... a missing persons case? Yeah."

Zhong Qing closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

He was also a living person in his previous life.

Disappearing out of thin air for such a long time was no small matter in that era.

It is normal for someone to report the case.

I just don’t know who reported the case...

He suddenly lost interest in wasting time with these people.

He wants to go home.

Zhong Qing opened his eyes.

His eyes swept across the fleets of both sides.

"I'll give you an hour."

"Contact all the people in the old and new Star Alliance who can make the decision."

"A negotiated truce is being held here."

Liszt was startled: "I'm afraid..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhong Qing.

"I'm not negotiating with you."

"One hour."

After he finished speaking, he sat cross-legged in the air, closed his eyes again, and seemed to be waiting.

Liszt and Murong Zheng looked at each other and hung up the communicator silently.

They knew that this war might not be fought.

Not an hour later, just half an hour later.

Several small communication spacecraft were launched from both fleets.

The communication spacecraft emitted light, and in space, two rows of holographic images were constructed around Zhong Qing and Joe Tom's spacecraft.

Including Liszt and Murong Zheng.

Men and women with extraordinary bearing and dignified posture sat in their respective seats, looking at the cultivators sitting cross-legged in the starry sky.

If they had not seen the images with their own eyes and heard the reports from the commanders of both sides with their own ears, they probably would not have believed that such a thing existed.

"Your Excellency Zhong Qing."

At this time, on the left side, in the center of the seats, a white-haired old man smiled and nodded to Zhong Qing.

"I heard that you are from Blue Star."

"Left home more than five hundred years ago."

"now……"

Before he could finish his words, Zhong Qing opened his eyes and interrupted him.

"I'm not here to chat with you."

Zhong Qing said lightly.

"I don't care what reasons or conflicts you have."

"But now, I'm here."

"You, cease fire."

His arrogant attitude and rude words obviously caused dissatisfaction among many people.

On the side of the Old Star Alliance, an old man with a hooked nose wearing a military uniform sneered.

"Young man...don't be too arrogant, Ben..."

Zhong Qing glanced at him indifferently.

"Adults speak, children don't interrupt."

The old man with the hooked nose paused for a moment, then became furious. He was about to speak when he reacted.

The person in front of me is an ancient person from five hundred years ago.

Compared to him, I am really just a child.

The old man with the hooked nose suffered a loss and laughed in anger.

"What a great cultivator."

"I heard you lived for over five hundred years."

"I'm actually very interested in how you did it."

This is actually the voice of many senior officials on both sides.

No one doesn't want to live forever, especially people like them.

When a cultivator who had lived for more than five hundred years appeared before their eyes, their first reaction was obviously not to his strength.

"We will consider a ceasefire, but we still need your cooperation."

The old man with the hooked nose smiled.

At this moment, Murong Zheng next to him suddenly changed his expression and stood up abruptly.

"Marshal Liao, what did you do?"

"You can't command my troops without permission!"

The next moment, there was a sudden fluctuation in the space in the direction of the Old Star Alliance, and several warships approached silently without anyone knowing when.

The hook-nosed old man sneered.

"General Murong, you are still too young."

"There are some things you don't know."

"Things like immortal cultivators do exist."

The old man with the hooked nose looked at Zhong Qing, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"It's great that you are not gods but cultivators."

This sentence left everyone confused for a moment.

"Experience the power of your own kind."

At this moment, Zhong Qing sensed something and raised his eyebrows.

Suddenly, light appeared from the muzzles of the warships.

And in the muzzle of the gun, there was a wisp of... white mist!

The moment he saw the white mist, Zhong Qing's eyes flashed.

The next moment, several warships opened fire at the same time.

Pure white light cannons surged out, and the next moment, the light cannons intertwined into a net, enveloping Zhong Qing.

A look of excitement also appeared on the face of the old man with the hooked nose.

"This is a new weapon, the white particle cannon. It can solidify the space-time state of all matter. He can no longer move."

"Recover the target immediately!"

Several senior executives around him slammed the table and stood up.

"Marshal Liao! What are you doing?"

"You can't act on your own!"

The hook-nosed old man sneered, "What a bunch of idiots! This is an opportunity for humanity to achieve a new leap forward. How can we miss it?"

"Luckily, I already had them deployed in the Third Fleet to test new weapons, and now they're just coming in handy."

The white-haired old man who spoke first stared at the old man with the hooked nose.

Just about to speak.

But was interrupted by a voice.

Zhong Qing, who was enveloped in a net of light, spoke without changing his expression.

"I see……"

He stretched out his hand and touched the web of light.

The old man with the hooked nose was shocked: "How could you possibly..."

"How is it possible that it can still move?"

Zhong Qing smiled indifferently.

"I have to say, you gave me a surprise."

He looked up into space and muttered.

"I should have thought of it earlier."

"How could I forget about that guy?"