Beauty Comic Cultivation Record

In the Taixu Immortal Palace of Fangchun Mountain, the abandoned palace that was originally overgrown with grass and trees has long been renovated.

The raised bluestone floor was also repaved, and the long-abandoned lotus pond in the palace was re-dug and cleaned. Several ponds were connected into one, expanding to an area of ​​dozens of miles. With rippling green waves, it was more like a large lake than a pond.

Fish and shrimps were darting around in the pond, and the algae were dense. There were several springs that were splashing huge water that rose to a height of ten feet. There were golden carps that rushed up with the water and then fell down, their golden scales glittering and looking very beautiful.

Several female fairies were standing on the bridge, followed by several boys who were spirits of plants and trees and full of spiritual energy. They held baskets in their hands and sprinkled food mixed with elixir, watching the fish and shrimps below scramble for the food and jump up, having a lot of fun.

Above the lake, a hundred-foot-long red dragon was lying on the water, snoring like thunder and exhaling clouds of mist.
A fairy in red, about sixteen or seventeen years old, was holding a fishing rod, supporting her chin with one hand, fishing in the lake with a bored look on her face.

However, the fish hook was empty and was more than two meters above the water surface. Many large golden carps with fleshy whiskers and smart eyes jumped high and bit the empty hook.

Whenever a fish was caught, the fairy beside her would come forward to help her remove the hook and take the fish out, stuff a magic pill into the fish's mouth, and then throw it into the water.

The golden carp that swallowed the elixir spun and dived into the water to refine the medicinal power in its body.
"It's so boring! Sister Haitang, when can I go out to play?" Danxia held her chin up, frowned on her face, and said aggrievedly.
The flower fairy named Haitang stretched out her hand and conjured up a plate of flower cakes. She brought the cakes to Danxia and said, "Princess! Sister Hongdou has told you that you can go anywhere."

Haitang smiled bitterly and said, "Just don't get together with those black-feathered starlings. If you learn bad things from them, we won't be able to explain to His Majesty!"

"But those starlings know a lot. I love listening to their stories the most..." Danxia said pitifully.

Telling stories? Haitang looked strange. It's not like she hadn't heard those gossips from the mynah birds. It's ok to talk about the Zhang and Li families, but the private stories of the great monsters and giant demons in the ancient star field and the sexual intercourse between men and women, is something a little girl like you can't listen to!
“Princess! It’s not that I don’t want you to get together with these black-feathered starlings. If His Majesty knew what these black-feathered starlings did, I’m afraid they would all be put into the pot to make soup!”

"Okay!" Danxia threw the fishing rod in her hand, supported her chin and kicked the red dragon with her feet.

"Sister Haitang! Why did you say Grandpa Tang came out of seclusion?!"

In the Taixu Immortal Palace, Tang Song was sitting on a cloud bed, nurturing his soul and comprehending the great way of the world.

Coming to this world, looking at the origin of the Heavenly Dao, it is like holding the answer in hand and referring to the lecture.
Tang Song's Taoism is now increasing every day, his spirit is in harmony, and his practice is making great progress.

When he faced the blessed divine pestle that day, he felt like an ant, and even with Tang Song's state of mind, he still felt frightened.

In his previous life, Tang Song once heard a joke that if there really was a world of immortal cultivation, then there would only be three levels of realms among cultivators: the ant level, the fellow Taoist level, and the senior level!
As early as when he knew that this world was the world of Yama, Tang Song had already deduced the disasters he might encounter.
This even included several Heavenly Dao leaders who personally took action to suppress and kill this extraterritorial demon.

At that time, Tang Song knew that this place was not like Marvel, so he made preparations early, even including self-destructing this incarnation, so as to avoid being found by those saints and causing trouble for himself.

However, the situation was far from as bad as Tang Song thought. The unknown would make people feel uneasy.

Once faced with it, even if it was a presence far superior to him, he would not feel much fear in his heart.

Today, he is no longer the useless writer who had just entered this world in his previous life.

"call!"

After daily reflexology and breathing exercises, Tang Song sits cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

Half an acre of cloud light as clear as water appeared above his head. In the cloud light, a six-winged, four-legged demon god opened his bloody mouth and spewed out a dark flame, which completely enveloped a golden body relic. The demon fire was blazing and burning with a sizzling sound!
Drops of golden liquid dripped from the golden body relic into the golden lotus below. Under the shining golden light, a universe and world appeared faintly inside the lotus.

Tang Song circulated his primordial spirit and activated his profound skills to suppress the primordial universe within the Eight Treasures Golden Lotus of Merit, while performing the act of creating the world.

Although the Eight Treasures Merit Golden Lotus is not a real great thousand world, but with Tang Song's magical power, it is like the Sandalwood Merit Buddha, and they can barely open up a middle thousand world.

However, Tang Song's cultivation was still shallow after all. On the one hand, he had to protect the primordial spirit of the other world, and on the other hand, he had to reopen the world, which was quite like carving patterns on tofu.

After more than ten years, even Tang Song, with his cultivation level, felt a little tired.

However, performing the act of creating the world and re-practicing earth, fire, wind and water are also of great benefit. Tang Song's spiritual practice is advancing by leaps and bounds. Although his magic power has not improved much, the practice of his incarnation has already surpassed that of his original body and achieved the Daluo Xuanshu.

I sensed a mysterious and wonderful aura coming from the Eight Treasures Golden Lotus of Merit.

"Someone come here!" Tang Song opened his eyes with a look of joy. A clear and quiet voice was heard outside the hall, and a boy hurriedly ran into the hall.

"Master!"

"Luo Ji is here, go to Huangquan Sect and call him over!"

The Hanging Island is surrounded by mountains. A million miles away from Fangchun Mountain, there is a towering mountain that is ten thousand miles in radius.

Originally there were Taoist temples and palaces on this mountain, but they had long been deserted for millions of years.

There is no age in the mountains, the years pass by leisurely, the rings of the years are long,

More than a dozen years have passed since Tang Song used his great magical powers to move the entire Huangquan Sect to this abyss.

When these people from Huangquan Sect came here and felt the spiritual energy which was a hundred times stronger than that in the lower realm, they realized the benefits and no longer wanted to go back.

But it doesn't matter. This ruins covers an area of ​​tens of millions of miles. Although this area is nothing to the heavenly realm,
Tang Song just picked out a hilltop, which was enough to accommodate tens of thousands of disciples of Huangquan Sect.

More than a decade ago, the Huangquan Sect moved here and sent out tens of thousands of disciples to renovate the mountain.

He controlled the clouds and brought rain, and deployed hundreds of thousands of ghost servants to renovate the Taoist temple. It took several years to clean up the mountain.

Although this mountain is not as big as other heavenly realms, with mountains of hundreds of thousands of miles in radius, it also has a radius of more than ten thousand miles, and although this mountain is in the barren land of the abyss sea.

But it is the remains of a heavenly realm anyway, and the spiritual energy is much more abundant than that of the old sect in Northern Juluzhou.
During the first year and a half, all Huangquan Sect disciples were amazed.
However, over time, the emotion faded away, and under the guidance of Tianshizi, they all practiced hard.

Tianshizi has gradually integrated into the environment after following Tang Song for the past few years. From the attitude of the demon saint Kunyu towards Tang Song, he also vaguely understands how strong a golden thigh he is holding.

He understood that the ancestor he recognized was definitely not someone who was willing to be lonely, otherwise he would not have accepted him, Taoist Tianwu and Taoist Luo.

Tian Shizi also understood that even if the Huangquan Sect and the ancestor had some relationship, if the Huangquan Sect could not help the ancestor in the future, it would sooner or later be marginalized.

Although the years in the mountains were leisurely and carefree, Tianshizi never had a moment to relax.
Every day he is either training his soul and refining his body, or building a cauldron and refining elixirs.

Ever since following the ancestor and broadening his horizons, Tianshizi has become deeply aware of his own shortcomings.

Tianshizi had been struggling in the realm of true immortals for a long time. Tang Song gave him a elixir bead. After refining it, his magic power increased by ten thousand years, and he became a high-level cultivator like Luo Daoren who could establish his own sect.

At his level, to improve his strength, he has to either refine magic weapons for assistance or practice hard. There is no other choice.

For example, besides practicing the daily circulation of Qi and breathing exercises, Tianshizi is also refining elixirs and treasures.

The Huangquan Sect was originally a poor and frustrated sect in the human world, although it had tens of thousands of disciples.

But apart from Tianshizi himself, the number of disciples who had condensed a Pure Yang Infant and attained the status of Pure Yang True Immortal was no more than a hundred at most, which was quite destitute.

So over the past ten years, Tianshizi has focused on training his disciples, collecting medicinal herbs and refining elixirs to help his disciples improve their strength.

Because this ruins is located deep in the abyss, even the ghosts from the underworld cannot come here, and some of the powerful magic weapons in the sect cannot be refined.

Fortunately, with the corpses of extraterritorial demons and the souls of the primordial spirits bestowed by the ancestors, they were able to refine more than a thousand sets of ghost bone banners, soul-grabbing umbrellas, soul-scattering gourds, and bone shuttles. . .

Moreover, because this place is located in a remote area, no one has discovered it for millions of years, but many magical medicines have grown in this mountain.

Originally, the cultivation level of the Huangquan Sect's cultivators was quite good in the human world, but after coming to this world, I'm afraid they would be stabbed to death in one blow by any demon king.

However, after more than ten years of practice, with the nourishment of a large number of spiritual medicines, more than a thousand monks in Huangquan Sect have condensed into Yuanshen babies in ten years. Tianshizi's mind is extremely clear. Compared with the millions of disciples of Luo Daoist in Beiming Wuliangtian and the hundreds of thousands of descendants of Tianwu Daoist,
The Huangquan Sect is far inferior.

Not to mention anything else, just the few ancient species raised by the ancestors in this abyss are enough to easily wipe out the entire Huangquan Sect.

The only drawback here is that there are very few people here. Apart from the hundreds of thousands of people brought by their Huangquan Sect, there is no other person to be seen.

This also made it difficult for Huangquan Sect to recruit new disciples.

Among the green bamboos in the mountains and forests are Taoist temples with green walls and glazed tiles. From a distance, they look like a small dot, and the sound of jade chimes can be heard faintly.

Countless Taoists were inside the temple, meditating and breathing, absorbing spiritual energy from heaven and earth and circulating it in the Qi circulation.

A banquet was set up in an elegant Taoist temple, and Tianshizi was toasting with Taoist Luo.

"Brother Dao! This time, I brought 8,000 boys with excellent heel bones. Now, you have more than 20,000 disciples in Huangquan Sect! Congratulations!"

Taoist Luo followed the path of a sword immortal and practiced hard. He had no taste for wine and women and just accompanied Tianshizi for a drink.

After all, the two of them are now the same "ancestor", so they still have to give face to the ancestor Tang Song.

"Thank you, Brother Luo!" Tianshizi raised his glass to express his gratitude to Taoist Luo: "Brother Luo, I recently released the Tianshi and salvaged more than a hundred ancient immortal swords in the nearby deep sea. There are few sword practitioners among my disciples, so Brother Luo can take them with you when you leave!" Tianshizi said politely after drinking a full glass.

When Taoist Luo, who had always had a cold expression, heard what Tianshizi said about the immortal sword that was salvaged from the abyss of the sea, his eyes lit up.

"Then it would be disrespectful to refuse!" Taoist Luo spoke directly: "Brother Daoist, I have to cross the abyss to come here. Although I have the divine talisman bestowed by the Lord to protect me, it is still inconvenient to come here. If you have any difficulties, please tell me! I will bring them together next time!"

Tian Shizi put down his wine glass and said, "To be honest with you, Brother Luo, I already have more than 20,000 disciples in Huangquan Sect, but we don't have enough magic weapons to assist in cultivation. There was a mineral vein on the surrounding mountains that could be mined, but it's almost gone.

Moreover, you also know that the people of Huangquan Sect need a large number of evil spirits and beast souls to practice!"

"I've known about this for a long time. The Tianwu Mountain is working on the mineral veins. Now the Giant Spirit God is in charge of Tianwu Mountain. In the past ten years, it has expanded eastward by a million miles and occupied two huge mineral veins. They are now being mined. The reserves are enough to create a million flying swords!" Taoist Luo said:
"Now I have added more than a thousand blast furnaces to smelt ore. When these ores are smelted, I will give you some of them!

I will tell Tian Wu about the monster souls you want. They have conquered several mountains recently and should have some Yuanhun souls on hand!"

"The cultivation of the Sky Centipede is higher than mine, and the Giant Spirit God is even better at training his demon soldiers. Unfortunately, the Sky Centipede Mountain is intertwined with the various forces around me, and most of them have their own backgrounds. If the Sky Centipede takes over two more mountains, it will not be so easy for it to continue to expand!"

"Let's take it step by step. With our current strength, even if we occupy the top of the mountain, we don't have enough manpower!" Tian Shizi shook his head.

Taoist Luo spoke as sharp as a sword: "Not really. As long as there is enough land and you want to recruit people, not to mention those wandering cultivators, there are plenty of immortals in the lower world who want to ascend to heaven!"

"That's right, this heaven is a good place. The spiritual energy here is incomparable to that of the lower world. No wonder all the cultivators want to ascend." Tian Shizi sighed.

“The human world used to be no less magnificent than the heavenly world. However, after the ancient gods were conferred, the vast land was shattered and the human world declined!” Taoist Luo took a sip of Hundred Flowers Wine and told the stories of his master.

"I don't know when His Majesty will come out of retreat!" Taoist Luo glanced outside the palace: "Before I came, Guanghan Palace sent a jade letter, inviting His Majesty to Guanghan Palace to watch the Qionggui Banquet, which is held once every three thousand years!"

"Ahem!" Tian Shizi almost spit out the wine in his mouth. He stared at Luo Dao Ren with wide eyes and said in shock: "Poor Ghost Banquet!?"

"The jade osmanthus tree, the jade osmanthus banquet, the jade osmanthus tree in Guanghan Palace blooms once every three thousand years. It is said that watching it can improve one's Taoism!" Even though Taoist Luo was devoted to seeking the Tao, he could not help but sigh:

"I have also heard that banquets like this one invite famous immortals, bodhisattvas, Buddhas, and great masters like the Demon Emperor of the North Sea to the Qionggui Banquet. But this time, someone from Guanghan Palace sent the invitation to me, inviting Your Excellency to attend!"

After listening to Taoist Luo's words, Tianshizi was also a little absent-minded, imagining the grand scene of famous figures from the three realms gathering together to drink and appreciate the flowers.

"Your Majesty is in retreat, this jade letter..." Taoist Luo hadn't finished speaking yet.

Suddenly, a golden light fell from the hall, and a boy with horns and wearing a Taoist robe appeared and saluted the two people:

"Master Luo! Taoist Tianshizi, the master invites you over!"

"Your Majesty has come out of seclusion!?" Taoist Luo and Tianshizi were both shocked.

"Qiong Gui Banquet, this name sounds unlucky, it would be better to call it Qiong Hua Banquet!" Tang Song played with the jade paper in his hand, thinking in his heart:

"I have only met the Taiyin Star Lord once, and we haven't even exchanged a single word. What is her intention in inviting me? Could it be that she wants to take me as her son-in-law because I am handsome?"

Tianshizi and Luo Daoren have followed Tang Song for a long time. In their minds, Tang Song's magical powers are unfathomable.

Seeing Tang Song in deep thought, he thought that the master was thinking about the operation of the heaven and the universe. He never thought about what the master was thinking, otherwise his filter would have been shattered.

Tang Song thought for a long time and finally decided to go to Guanghan Palace for the banquet. After all, which man could refuse the invitation of Guanghan Palace? But before that, he still had something to tell. Tang Song's eyes fell on Luo Daoren and Tian Shizi.

“You two, Luo Ji is fine. Although he is a sword cultivator, he is devoted to the Tao. Although he has some tribulations, he will achieve the Golden Immortal sooner or later if he overcomes them!

Tianshizi, what you are practicing is the way of ghosts and gods in the underworld. There is no way forward. Unless you practice the way of ghosts in human form and learn from Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun to transform into a ghost and god and live in the underworld, there is a glimmer of hope to become a Golden Immortal! "

After hearing Tang Song's words, Taoist Luo remained calm, but his eyes could not hide his excitement.

Tianshizi, however, had a look of sadness on his face. He knew of course that what Tang Song said was true. Except for the founder of his Huangquan Sect, no one had ever achieved the Golden Immortal path over more than ten generations.

Tianshizi knelt down immediately and said, "Master, please have mercy on me! Give me some pointers!"

"Before the catastrophe, I can find some old friends to find a job for you in the underworld. Then you can transform into an incarnation and go to the underworld to accumulate more merits. You may be able to cultivate into the golden body of Yama."

In Tianshizi's letter, Tang Song shook his head:

"It's a pity that the underworld is in chaos now, with Buddhism and Taoism fighting fiercely, and the Asuras causing trouble. Even if I get involved, I may not be able to get away with it. I might even die!

With your level of cultivation, if you enter the underworld, you will probably never come back!"

"But since you call me master, I have two paths here. You choose one!" Seeing Tian Shizi's pale face, Tang Song smiled slightly.

Tian Shizi quickly raised his head, pricked up his ears and listened carefully.

"The first method is that I will abolish your cultivation, pass on to you a Taoist book that leads directly to the Golden Immortal, and give you a few bottles of elixirs. Your aptitude is not very good, but within a thousand years, you will be able to cultivate your cultivation back to its original state!"

When Tianshizi heard Tang Song's words, he hesitated: "Ancestor, I will cultivate again, and all the disciples of Huangquan Sect!"

"Of course you can also switch to practicing Taoist scriptures!" Tang Song's eyes fell on Tianshizi with a deep look.

Tian Shizi gritted his teeth and said, "Master, may I ask you about the second method?"

"The second method is easy. Since the underworld in this world doesn't allow you, just go to another place!" Tang Song smiled slightly.

"what?"

In the world of Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons, Tian Shizi stared at the brand new underworld in front of him in amazement. He pulled a ghost who was walking beside him and was dressed in strange clothes and claimed to be a soul ferryman. After asking a few questions, he sat down on the ground.

Tian Shizi just felt his scalp tingling. He knew that the ancestor he knew was a restless person. He never expected that he would play such a big game and rebuild the heaven!
"Hey, what are you doing? Are you trying to scam people? Are you trying to blackmail people? You little jerk, why don't you go out and ask about me, Zhao Li?
I, Zhao Li, the King of Hell, bah, the confidant of Emperor Yedu, the golden ferryman of the underworld, and a strong contender for the top ten ghost marshals!
I tell you, I have friends in heaven, Chi You knows it, the goddess knows it, you old bastard, how dare you blackmail me!"

(End of this chapter)