I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

The next day.

Heaven Prison.

Zhou Yi came to Bing-9 Prison with his beheaded meal.

Wrapped in white clothes, the four sons and three daughters lay neatly on the ground, no longer breathing. The woman in filial attire next to her was paralyzed on the ground, her eyes staring blankly.

Li Xiong stood in the prison and watched Zhou Yi come over with cold eyes.

"Remember, General Ben and his wife and children are waiting here, and tell him when Li Wu comes in!"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly when he saw the tragedy of the father killing his children in the prison. Then he looked around the cell, and there was no jailer on duty. He knew it in his heart.

The court did not intend to execute the execution publicly, and signaled that Li Xiongtian committed suicide in fear of crime.

"The general is honest and honest, and has made outstanding achievements. In the future, he will be able to enjoy the history of the Taimiao Temple." Zhou Yi spoke to Li Xiong yesterday, and he was out of indignation for slaughtering the people.

How could it be possible to arbitrarily discuss Li Wu and the imperial court today, even if the officials could not wait to punish the nine clans of the Li family, on the surface they should praise the loyal monarch and the country.

"He will come, I am waiting for him!"

After Li Xiong finished speaking, he slapped the woman's forehead with his palm, and then patted his head again.

The husband and wife died of broken skulls.

"If I knew this earlier, why bother!"

Zhou Yi pretended to be in a panic and went out to greet the jailer, carried Li Xiong's family out of the cell, and his own Li family members came to collect the corpses. As for whether they can enter the ancestral grave, I don't know.

"I'm in a bad mood today, choose a hapless person to perform magic!"

Zhou Yi came to prison No. 12 with good wine and good food.

The prisoner was as sturdy as a bear. It was half a head taller than the prison frame. There were several scars on his bald head. People walking on the street would report thieves to the city.

The prisoner glanced at the wine and meat, and licked his lips: "Today it's Uncle Ben's turn?"

"You are quite knowledgeable."

Zhou Yi arranged the wine and dishes, and took the chopsticks and meat to the prisoner's mouth.

The prisoner was not polite, eating meat and drinking happily, and finally hiccups: "My uncle has heard about it outside, there is a jailer in the heavenly prison, and he likes to torture the masters of the rivers and lakes. No one can survive his torture."

"I actually still have a reputation in the arena?"

Zhou Yi heard about this for the first time. He was on the line at two o'clock every day, and he never cared about the court.

The prisoner said: "Jianghu calls you the old demon of the blood prison. It is rumored that your whole family died from the masters of the rivers and lakes, so that's why you are so ruthless."

"Old Demon?"

Zhou Yi looked at his gray hair, and nodded slightly: "The nickname is good, it's quite imposing, and the people in the rivers and lakes praised it!"

The prisoner said in a cold voice, "You are like a tortoise. You can't go out in the Shenjing, otherwise you'll be beaten to death!"

"Maybe they have been to Shenjing, but no one knows."

Zhou Yi's small courtyard in Shenjing has been very lively in the past two years. The jujube trees in the courtyard are growing vigorously, and the jujubes produced are praised by colleagues for their sweetness and deliciousness.

Maybe it's because the masters of the rivers and lakes are good at forging their bodies, their flesh and blood contain special energy, and the jujubes they grow are not ordinary.

Zhou Yi plans to plant another grape, and invite his colleagues to taste it.

"I don't believe it anymore. I will try your torture today."

The prisoner said proudly, "The eighteen warrior monks broke the punishment stick when I committed a killing order in the temple. I survived the same way, sir!"

"It turned out to be a high-ranking Buddhist disciple. I have lost my respect."

Zhou Yi packed the tableware and chopsticks, put his palm on the prisoner's dantian, and performed the Heaven Swallowing Demon Art.

The thick inner qi flowed out from the prisoner's body like opening a gate to release water, but within a short time, the qi in the prisoner's dantian was swallowed up.

"You are..."

The blue veins on the prisoner's bald head throbbed, and his eyes were wide and he didn't dare to believe: "Swallowing the sky... magic power?"

"You actually know?"

Zhou Yi didn't wait for the prisoner to speak, he slapped his palm on his head, and his inner breath came out, turning his brain into a bean curd flower.

"The more you know, the greater your curiosity, and the more dangerous it is!"

…

At the beginning of the twelfth year of Hongchang.

General Li Wu smashed the main force of the enemy army at Shepan Mountain, slashed 200,000 troops, and captured the third prince of Dayong alive.

Afterwards, they chased down the defeated troops for 1,200 li and completely recovered the old land of Fengyang.

When the good news reached Shenjing, the people cheered and the court officials were silent.

Autumn of the same year.

Li Wu led his army into the territory of Dayong, broke through twelve cities in a row, and reached Tianxun Zhenhun Pass in the southern border of Dayong.

The gatekeeper of the soul-suppressing general let Li Wu call the battle, but he couldn't retreat, and the Dayong court sent an envoy to seek peace.

…

The changes in the outside world have nothing to do with Zhou Yi.

in the courtyard.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged under the grape trellis, silently running the Heaven Swallowing Magic Art.

The surging internal energy like a river flows through the meridians, and there is a faint roar of the waves hitting the shore.

"In seven years, it has swallowed up the qi of more than 90 experts in the world... Now, it has finally reached the limit of 500 years!"

Zhou Yi asked for a vacation from the prison, and concentrated on retreating at home until he broke through the innate realm.

"According to the description of the magic art, the inner qi has reached as many as five hundred years, and it only needs to keep running until it uses its own power to move the heavens and the earth, and can realize the realm of the innate master!"

The internal qi circulates continuously along the meridians, running more than a dozen great Zhoutians in a row.

Zhou Yi only felt that the meridians had reached their load-bearing limit, and some of the subtle meridians had already cracked, and they still couldn't sense the innate realm.

"Humph!"

Zhou Yi couldn't help groaning in pain, the pain of meridian cracks was no worse than Ling Chi's torture.

At this point, if you continue to run the magic power, it is possible to break through the innate, or it may be cut off from the meridians and become a crippled person.

"Ordinary people may grit their teeth and persevere. In order to break through the innate, I will try again tomorrow!"

So.

Zhou Yi stopped exercising, got up and brewed a good pot of tea, and recited the Taoist scriptures in his hands.

Concentrate on the mind and calm the restlessness.

The next day.

Zhou Yi ran the magic power again, a few more laps than yesterday, and reached the limit of the meridians.

"It seems that my talent is really poor."

"Ordinary people with low talent, seeing the passing of year after year, are either disheartened and utterly obliterated, or desperately try to gamble their lives to break through.

"Fortunately, there is the fruit of longevity. What bottlenecks and shackles can't help but time to temper."

"Only me, even if the vicissitudes of life have changed, I will still be the same!"

Zhou Yi stopped exercising and took out the Buddhist scriptures to read.

In the Buddhist scriptures, except for the meaning of enduring hardships, other explanations such as cause and effect and karma are quite agreeable to Zhou Yi.

Autumn goes to spring, and time flies.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has passed.

At the beginning, someone in Tianjing asked why Lao Zhou didn't come back, but he got used to it later.

today.

Zhou Yi was burning incense and chanting sutras when suddenly there was a mystery in his heart.

After running for dozens of weeks, the meridians still do not feel pain.

At this time, strands of cool air flowed into Zhou Yi's body from the outside world, like ice silk like drizzle, moisturizing things silently.

"This is the spiritual energy of heaven and earth?"

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed that there was a faint mysterious energy between heaven and earth divided into five colors, if there were any or not, it was extremely thin.

With the operation of the majestic inner qi, the five-color aura is driven into the body and into the inner qi. The inner qi is loose like a cloud, and as the spiritual qi enters, it gradually condenses into the essence.

Five hundred years of compression and change of the majestic inner air became a trickle.

"This is the innate essence? The quantity is ten times less, and the quality is increased a hundred times!"

Zhou Yi revolved his true essence, penetrating his body from his fingertips, condensing into a qi sword visible to the naked eye, and waving his hand towards the slate on the ground.

brush!

Silently, the qi sword cut the stone slab into two pieces.

"When internal qi hurts people, the power will be greatly reduced at three or four feet. If the distance is more than one zhang, the internal qi will disperse on its own. The true essence is different.

"Such a method of killing, in the eyes of ordinary people, is like a fairy!"

"It's no wonder that in the legends of the rivers and lakes, under the innate masters, all are ants!"

Zhou Yi runs the innate essence, and after one week, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth flowing into the body is almost impossible to check.

"With such a speed of cultivation, does it take hundreds of years to cultivate to innate perfection?"

"The reason for such a slowness must not only be poor aptitude. Whether it is the swallowing magic art or the return to the origin art, there is no way of cultivation after innate."

"Secondly, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is extremely thin among ordinary people, and the intake is naturally slow. Thirdly, it is purely self-cultivation, and there is no auxiliary such as elixir..."

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully, and listed several reasons why his practice was slow.

"However, I still have to cultivate in the mortal world. Even if it takes hundreds of years, until one day I really can't make any progress, it's not too late to go to the immortal world."

"The world of cultivating immortals is different from ordinary people. It is too difficult to hide, and there are too many ways to harm others. It is difficult to practice as cleanly as it is now."

Zhou Yi, on the contrary, believed that the vulgar spiritual energy was extremely thin, and it was a kind of protection for himself.

"Furthermore, it doesn't seem like there is no immortal cultivation technique..."

Zhou Yi suddenly recalled that the nameless formula taught by Wei Chang in those days, the content of which was to sense the qi of the heavens and the earth, and to strengthen the physical body through the cultivation method.

At that time, he couldn't get started anyway, but now Zhou Yi has been promoted to Xiantian, and he can already sense the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"...Ning the heart naturally, breathing slowly, gathering the divine light, reaching the heart of heaven..."

Zhou Yi recited the mantra silently, the true essence in his body circulated on his own, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathered at a speed several times faster than before.

The aura refined by the nameless formula is not to increase the innate essence, but to integrate into the bones, bones, organs, limbs, and bones. The martial arts training body that originally entered the viscera realm has grown a bit visible to the naked eye.

"This formula is not a practice method, it should be the legendary body refining technique!"

"So, can I cultivate another Henglian Xiantian?"

Zhou Yi smiled, no matter whether he practiced martial arts or cultivated immortals, it was all to protect the fruit of longevity. As long as you can increase your strength, you don't hesitate to spend time cultivating. There is no difference between a hundred and a thousand years.

"It's time to go on duty tomorrow!"

…

Heaven Prison.

Zhou Yi greeted the bridge on duty.

"Lao Feng, long time no see."

"Eh?"

Feng Qiao was reminiscing about Miss Lianxiang in Chunfenglou. Eight years ago, the oiran, a wealthy businessman who spent a lot of money and could not get it, now only needs five taels of silver.

"Lao Zhou, are you not dead?"

"…"

Zhou Yi asked, "Who said I was dead?"

"It's rumored in prison that you always like to torture experts in the world, and you have killed so many people. There are many enemies outside who were attacked and killed in revenge, and you didn't even leave a complete corpse behind!"

Feng Qiao explained: "Zhu Xiaowei also sent someone to your house, but no one responded when he knocked on the door, so everyone believed it."

"I hid outside for a while, and now I'm fine."

Before Zhou Yi retreated, he prepared a lot of food and locked the door. He sipped tea and read books every day to understand his state of mind. No matter who knocked on the door, he didn't bother to pay attention.

During the period, there were indeed thieves admitted to the hospital, perhaps enemies, or thieves, but no one could stand up to Zhou Yi's palm.

With five hundred years of skill in one punch, who can stop it!