Fairy

The berserk power filled Wang Xian's belly, and the immortal flesh burst into tens of thousands of particles, and each particle burst into tens of thousands of particles. The explosion continued like this, endlessly, endlessly...

Wang Xian used his spiritual sense to look inside his belly, and watched the fist-sized immortal flesh continuously splitting. Curious, he expanded his spiritual sense to observe those tiny particles that were so small that they could not be described.

Wang Xian's greatest spiritual sense can see a small ant as a giant mountain. Now his spiritual sense has reached its limit, but he can see smaller particles bursting, and they keep bursting.

"The Immortal Meat is really miraculous, and it is worthy of being refined into an immortal body." Wang Xian admired the magic of the Immortal Meat in his heart.

With a bang, it was like countless divine flames burning towards every cell and drop of Wang Xian's blood. The pain exceeded the limit that a monk could bear.

With a chirping sound, the burning pain from the divine flame hadn't disappeared yet, and the pain from thousands of needle pricks reappeared, and the pain became more and more intense.

"Ow! Ow!"

Wang Xian cried out silently in his heart, he had never experienced such pain before, the most terrifying thing was that the pain became more and more intense, without any sign of weakening, it intensified.

"It is impossible for the monks in the early Yuanying period to refine into the immortality possessed by Huashen and monsters without paying a certain price, but they did not expect to pay such a high price."

Wang Xian thought in his heart that he wanted to bite his tongue and faint, but no matter how intense the pain was, he couldn't faint.

His body was fissioning, constantly fissioning, every cell was fissioning, every single cell would fission tens of thousands of times, which was equivalent to a silver needle pricking a cell tens of thousands of times, the pain can be imagined.

"No, I'm going to be overwhelmed by the pain." Wang Xian had a premonition that something was wrong, and found that his mind was in a daze, as if he was about to lose his mind.

"Wang Xian, you are very dangerous now." Ling'er and Shuang'er appeared in Wang Xian's sea of ​​consciousness, "I didn't expect that the piece of meat you refined was the most difficult piece of meat to refine in the heart of an ancient god. You are really unlucky , the pain you will experience next is ten thousand times greater than it is now, if you can’t hold on, you will lose your sanity and become an idiot forever.”

"What!" Wang Xian had never been so afraid before, and roared loudly: "Sister Ling'er, Sister Shuang'er, you should quickly think of a way, I, Wang Xian, have practiced Taoism for thousands of years, and I don't want to end up becoming an idiot. "

"Actually, Shuang'er has always asked me to tell you a sentence, I forgot to say, that sentence is 'immortality is risky, refining requires caution'." Ling'er looked at Wang Xian with pity.

"Don't say anything, just at the beginning Sister Shuang'er said this, I can refine immortal flesh, now think about how to get through this calamity, now this kind of pain has almost made me lose my sanity, If the pain is doubled ten thousand times, there is no suspense that I will become an idiot. My God, I have suffered such retribution when I cultivated an immortal body for a moment of greed." Wang Xian roared, wishing to take it out of the Qiankun bag directly. That mountain of undead meat was smashed into pieces, but after thinking about it, he couldn't bear it.

Shuang'er frowned and thought for a long time, and when Wang Xian was about to lose his sanity, he said, "There is one method, and that is the pain transfer method. You recall the things you regret the most and what you want to make up for the most, and then you can Forget about the pain in the Nascent Soul Body and Spiritual Consciousness, many great emperors in ancient times used this method to relieve pain when they endured great ordeals. Linger and I can only help you with this, I hope you will be blessed."

Now Wang Xian can't wait to pull Ling'er and Shuang'er down directly, but reason tells him that he has to try Shuang'er's method, otherwise he will become an idiot.

Wang Xian calmed down with great difficulty, closed his eyes, closed his five sense organs, closed his consciousness, and sat there quietly like a rock, the pain of the fusion of immortal flesh and his cells seemed to be gradually gone over him.

The kind faces of his parents appeared in front of Wang Xian's eyes. He was shocked and said to himself: "It's been a long time since I saw the faces of my parents. It may be 1000 years. I am separated from my parents by yin and yang. I don't know how they lived in the underworld." okay?"

Feelings of longing for his parents lingered in Wang Xian's heart. Wang Xian was intoxicated with memories, and a picture that remained in his subconscious and ignored before appeared before his eyes.

The sound of weaving came from far away. When Wang Xian came to his childhood hometown, he saw his mother spinning. While spinning, the mother looked at the five-year-old little Wang Xian who was playing on the ground with love in her eyes.

"Mother!" Wang Xian's tears blurred, and seeing his mother's loving face, the guilt in his heart became stronger and stronger.

With a creak, the father drove the donkey and opened the door. The father put the grain hanging on the donkey in the back room, and sat beside his mother, looking at little Wang Xian who was playing beside him. The harmonious picture of the three is forever frozen there.

"When I was five years old, I only cared about playing alone, and never experienced the love of my parents. Unfortunately, I can't go back to the past." Wang Xian's heart was so congested that tears turned into two clear springs and fell down his cheeks.

The scene flickered, and the place was still a quiet small village, Wang Xian's hometown. Wang Xian, who was in his teens, had grown up. He got up early in the morning, washed his body with cold water, and walked out of the room on tiptoe for fear of disturbing the elders. Walking up Yunmeng Mountain, he was going to find an old Taoist to learn fairy arts.

The father was wearing a long gown, and the mother was wearing a thick gown. The two elders walked out of the room and looked outside the courtyard at the young Wang Xian who was fading away. As they watched, the mother wept silently, and the father comforted the mother. At that time, Wang Xian never turned around to look at his parents, never thought of working to share some of the family's burdens for his parents, he was so ruthless, so ruthless, he just got up early every day to go to the mountains to learn fairy arts, and only returned home at dusk. Years are like a day.

"I'm sorry, father and mother, my son is not filial. I never thought of sharing the burden of the family for you before. My son only remembers to learn fairy arts and seek longevity, but you have never said a bad word or complained to my son." Wang Xianliu Weeping, the guilt in my heart is like a rushing river, torrenting endlessly.

The scene flickered, and the location was still that quiet small village, but the house had become a tile-roofed house instead of the dilapidated earthen house. The parents had reached their old age, and they sat in the courtyard with their arms around them, watching their son and daughter lead the way. Grandson, grandson, granddaughter, and granddaughter were playing and weeping silently, because they thought of the eldest son who left home when he was young, the eldest son who had loved him since he was a child.

"Son, where are you? Come back and have a look. Maybe we won't be able to see you before we die, my virtuous son." The mother's sad words were like a Buddha's voice that traveled across time and space to Wang Xian's ears.

Wang Xian could no longer suppress the guilt in his heart, and he stood up, like a demon god who raised his head and roared towards the sky.

The three pictures have disappeared, but Wang Xian's guilt and guilt towards his parents are getting stronger and stronger, and his clothes are already wet with tears...

"Wang Xian, you have succeeded. You have transformed the pain with memories, and you have cultivated an immortal body. Next, you just need to stand there and absorb the aura of heaven and earth to refine the immortal body, so that the immortal body will stabilize." Ling'er was pleasantly surprised The voice came from the sea of ​​consciousness.

Wang Xian was extremely depressed. He recalled all the past and realized that he owed so much to his parents in this life. What was even more unacceptable was that he had no chance to repay these things to his parents. He muttered to himself: " If there is an afterlife, the boy is willing to be an ordinary person and stay by the elder's side until the day he dies..."

Wang Xian is immersed in his own world, but great changes have taken place in the outside world.

Wang Xian's body was like an ancient demon's body, absorbing the aura from the heaven and the earth. The aura from the Baihuang Mountain surged into a cloud of mushrooms covering the sky and turned into a dragon and poured it over Wang Xian's head.

The aura from the bottom of Baihuang Mountain swept all the spiritual things, turned into a phoenix and penetrated into Wang Xian's feet.

The crazy changes in the spiritual energy between the heaven and the earth attracted the attention of the powerful members of the royal family.

From a palace on the Shihuang Peak, the ancestor of the royal family burst out of the air. He held the shining Shihuang Cauldron, suspended in the air, and shouted: "Where is the god who dares to stir the aura of the royal family?"

The voice spread for hundreds of miles, but there was no response.

The melodious sound of the bell spread throughout the world, and ten gray-haired old men stood hanging in the air carrying the Sheji Bell, their spiritual consciousness swept to Sihe.

A middle-aged man wearing an imperial crown and a dragon suit came through the air on a dragon chair, and looked at his ancestor solemnly.

"Don't panic, your majesty, with the old man here, the Sheji bell, and the first emperor's cauldron, even monks with great supernatural powers will not dare to offend." The ancestor of the royal family said fiercely.

"Everything is obeyed by the ancestors. Elder ten, the enemy will come out in a while. You must control the Sheji Bell, and you must not let the enemy take away the Sheji." The emperor said majesticly.

"Obey!" The eight responded in unison.

Silence, extreme silence, so quiet that you can hear the drop of a needle, so quiet that you can hear the beating of your heart, and you can hear the sound of heaven and earth flowing.

Wang Xianli remained motionless in the small hall of the Princess Hall. He was absorbing the aura of the heavens and the earth, and tempering his immortal body. Every cell in his current body contained a small cave, which was so mysterious that people could not imagine.

"It is rumored that the immortal can refine every cell in the body into a world. I always thought it was a legend, but now that I think about it, it makes sense. I cultivated an immortal body, and every cell turned into a square of one foot square. Xiaodongtian, if the god transformation is successful, the small cave will become a big cave, and when it enters the stage of supernatural powers and further improves its cultivation, and when it reaches the realm of immortals, every pore on its body may evolve into a world." Wang Xian's A brand new world appeared in front of him. He seemed to see the road ahead, and he felt that becoming an immortal and attaining the Tao was not an ethereal thing.