High-end prehistoric: Kill the time traveler at the beginning

Chapter 181

An Nan walked around the room and found a bronze mirror in the room.

He immediately stood in front of it and watched.

His appearance reflected in the mirror was that of a frail young man with a pale face and a lack of energy and blood.

"He's a sick man!"

He frowned, but didn't take it seriously.

So what if I am sick? I, the Immortal King, have defied heaven in my life. As long as you give me a chance, I can reach the top and break through reincarnation.

He has full confidence.

Just as he was thinking this, the door of the room was pushed open, and a maid came in carrying a washbasin. When she saw him waking up, she immediately exclaimed.

She immediately put down the washbasin and ran outside with a whoosh, shouting as she ran: "Young Master is awake, Young Master is awake."

An Nan felt disdainful.

The ant-like human race is so unsure.

He settled down in this life.

Within a few days, I figured out what was going on here.

This is a house of a marquis named Dingxihou. He is the only son of the marquis.

It's just that the Marquis is not at home. I heard that he is leading the troops to put down the rebellion in the west.

He had been frail and sick since childhood and suffered from heart disease. A miracle doctor once declared that he would not live to be 20 years old.

Not long ago, just after his 20th birthday, he fell into a coma, and the entire Hou Mansion fell into panic.

Doctors from all over the country were invited, but they were all helpless.

Until An Nan wakes up.

He was unfazed by figuring everything out.

He disdained the dirty internal affairs of the human race.

The top priority is to start practicing as soon as possible, reach the state of the previous life, and then break through reincarnation and settle accounts with the old monk.

I won't be plotted again this time.

With this thought in mind, he began to practice the techniques in his memory.

Then...he was dumbfounded.

He discovered that there was no trace of the vitality of heaven and earth in this world.

In the first step of practice, he was stuck.

It's hard for a clever woman to make a meal without rice. If he can't even build the foundation, how can he take the next step?
In his previous life, he was the Immortal King and could easily cross the sea. His power would not diminish in any world he came to.

But that was after becoming the Immortal King.

Now, he can't even do the most basic cultivation, and he can't cultivate his mental power, let alone engrave Dao patterns or strange patterns in his body.

But no Kansai.

He is the immortal king and has an invincible heart. If this road doesn't work, just take another road.

He has been an Immortal King for countless years, has spanned ancient immortal eras, and has crossed the sea of ​​​​boundaries and seen countless worlds. He has never seen any big storms or waves.

The cultivation methods in my mind are as vast as the sea.

The previous two times, I just died too quickly and didn't have time to take action.

Since he did not have the vitality of heaven and earth, he changed his mind to the path of body refining.

He wants to use himself as a melting pot, use martial arts to enter the Tao, force his body to become an immortal, and then break the void and go to a higher world.

On the third day of body training...die!

He forgot that his body had congenital heart disease.

Refining the body requires too much energy, and his body is weak, even if it is strengthened, it will not work.

Before he died, he saw the Buddha's light again and heard those words.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

In the fourth life, he was a fisherman and died in the sea.

In the fifth life, he was a prince and was given poisonous wine.

In the sixth life, he was a reckless man and was stabbed in the back.

In the seventh life, he was a woodcutter and died in a tiger's mouth.

The eighth life, the ninth life, the tenth life...

1 world...

The first thousand lives...

Before dying in every life, he could see the Buddha's light and hear those words.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

But he didn't look back. From beginning to end, he never took a step closer to the Buddha's light.

His belief is too strong.

Even death and reincarnation over and over again have not faded away.

He is the immortal king and the immortal king. Reincarnation can destroy his body, but not his soul.But not a thousand times, what about ten thousand times?
How about a hundred thousand times?

What about a million times?

What about billions of times?

What if one day you forget who you are?

An Nan naturally knew, so he was anxious.

In every life, he strives to cultivate and break the cycle of reincarnation.

But most of the countless worlds are basic worlds without the vitality of heaven and earth.

Even for him, cultivation is extremely difficult.

Even if there is a supreme method that can break the boundaries and force cultivation, in the absence of resources, it is often impossible to break the void even if it takes a lifetime.

He had exhausted his lifespan countless times and died in that world.

Until the first ten thousand lifetimes.

He became a baby, born into a scholarly family.

At the moment of birth, his soul leaped for joy.

He felt the abundant vitality permeating this world.

He burst into tears with excitement.

Finally, after ten thousand reincarnations, he was finally born into a world where he could practice.

In the eyes of his family, this is the cry of a newborn and a manifestation of vitality.

So, he grew up in this world.

But unlike what he imagined, although this world could be practiced, it was completely different from the cultivation system he knew.

The key lies in the vitality that pervades this world.

These Yuan Qi are different from all the Yuan Qi he knows and cannot be directly absorbed and practiced.

Instead, special methods are needed to guide it, to enter the body, and to transform it into various magical powers.

This method actually resulted in writing a book.

Words have magical power. They can draw the awe-inspiring energy of heaven and earth and accomplish all kinds of unimaginable things.

It is called talent by people in this world.

A poem can control a country.

One article can seal the heaven.

An Nan felt extremely uncomfortable. He had been reincarnated for eternity, and finally came to a world filled with the vitality of heaven and earth, but it was incompatible with his cultivation system.

He still didn't give up.

Likewise, he did not learn the literary system of this world.

Instead, use your own knowledge to find a new approach.

He analyzed talents and the cultivation methods of this world, got to the essence, and blazed his own path.

Even if you don't write a book, you can still absorb the talents of the world and make yourself stronger.

It’s nothing more than murder!
He walked on his old path and started the path of demonic cultivation.

Talent cannot be absorbed directly, it doesn't matter, those who have cultivated have the power of this world in their bodies.

Kill them, plunder their blood, take everything from them, and you will naturally become stronger.

He slaughtered people, kept getting stronger, and became the most terrifying demon in this world.

He didn't care at all.

The ant-like human race does not deserve mercy no matter how many times it dies.

They are suffering in reincarnation, and it is a supreme honor for them to use their own death to help them transcend.

His blood flames surged into the sky, killing tens of millions of people in a large state, and he cultivated the true form of the Blood Demon.

Then he met a man.

A man with so much talent that even the heavens give way when he comes.

He was polite and peaceful and advised him to stop.

Naturally, he didn't listen, but instead he felt greedy. This man's energy and blood were so strong that they were so strong that they were as strong as the sky. His talent was even more frightening, stronger than anyone he had ever seen.

If he could be robbed, he would have the opportunity to step into another realm, or even escape from this world.

He shot without hesitation!
Then, for the first ten thousand lifetimes, it ends.

Before he died, he asked this man's name in disbelief.

I learned that his name was Wang Yangming, and he was called the Heart Saint by people in this world.

He is the only living Confucian sage.

After closing his eyes, he saw the Buddha's light again and heard those words again.

"The sea of ​​suffering is boundless, turning back is the shore."

(End of this chapter)