I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

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Yongxuan Hall.

Han Zhao was sitting cross-legged, running the exercises to refine the medicinal pills, and suddenly an old voice came from his ears.

"Come over here and explain to the teacher something."

Han Zhao didn't dare to delay, and immediately turned into an escape light and flew to Yongsheng Hall.

I saw the master sitting on the altar, with his beard and hair hanging on the ground, his breath was dying, and the countless restraining auras were like chains, confining the soul and body within three feet, delaying the disappearance of life essence.

A yellow ox sat cross-legged on the right side of the altar, his eyes saddened.

Han Zhao bowed and saluted: "Meet Shizun and Shishu Niu."

"Good disciple, for the sake of the teacher's longevity, calling you here is to explain the funeral!"

Zhou Yi's voice was low and hoarse: "When the teacher is dying, he sacrifices his life to condense the primordial spirit, and fight for the chance. After the failure, your soul will be scattered, and you will be on the mountain to build a tomb for the teacher."

"At that time, many people will come to worship. If you can seize the opportunity, you may be able to condense the baby and transform into a god!"

Han Zhao's eyes were filled with tears: "The disciple does not seek the way, but only wishes the master to live a long life."

"How can there be an immortal person in the world?"

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "I have lived for my teacher for a thousand years, more than 99% of the people in the world. When I was young, I was even cultivating in the world of immortals.

Han Zhao didn't know why, so he went up to Qingyun Mountain with the ox when he was three years old, and he didn't go down the mountain for more than a hundred years.

Reciting scriptures and refining Qi every day, I do not know the origin of the master.

"Master, I often hear you say that there may be a more mysterious way of prolonging life when the Heavenly Court controls Dongsheng Divine Continent."

"Heaven"

Zhou Yi sighed and said, "You will know in the future that the immortal book and the Qingyun Golden Book will be passed on to you today, and you will be the second generation of Qingyun Lord from then on."

Han Zhao bowed to take the immortal book and the golden book: "Master, don't worry, the disciple will definitely carry forward the Qingyun inheritance."

"Everything is random."

Zhou Yi waved his hand, and Han Zhao knelt down three times and bowed nine times before slowly exiting the hall.

The temple door is closed.

The scalper turned back with tears, blinked, and asked Zhou Yi whether he was acting like it.

"Niu'er is so simple and honest, and he has learned to deceive people."

Zhou Yi teased and said, "Pin Dao goes to the East China Sea to hide in Xiaoyunzi and the three immortals soaring. Niu'er, you are cultivating in Qingyun Mountain. If there is any change, remember to leave early!"

The realm of the ox and the demon **** is quite famous in the heavenly court.

Instead of hiding in the dark and making Heavenly Court suspicious, it's better to play the role of the loyal mount guarding the old master's grave.

Moo!

The scalper expressed his understanding, and at the same time will protect the Qingyun Mountain Taoism. If there is a break in the middle, he will go to the mortal world to find a person with spiritual roots to inherit the immortal.

"So good."

Zhou Yi's eyes were dim, looking towards the direction of heaven.

"Sooner or later, Pindao will return to Qingyun Mountain and become a Celestial Master again. I don't want to prove anything, I just want to get back what I lost!"

In this world, no one has ever owed Zhou Yi a debt.

Even if millions of years have passed, the world is old, the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten, Zhou Yi will come to ask for it one by one.

Moo!

The scalper let out a cry, worried that Heavenly Court would suspect Zhou Yi's suspended animation. Zhou Yi stroked the horns lightly and said.

"Maybe at first, I doubted it. When the poor way disappears for hundreds of years, it will far exceed the limit of Yuan Ying's lifespan. Naturally, no one will doubt it!"

months later.

A terrifying thunder calamity erupted in Qingyun Mountain, and the cloud was sealed for thousands of miles.

Tribulation failed!

The monks who secretly paid attention to Qingyun Mountain breathed a sigh of relief.

Really let that Celestial Master win the chance, like a fish into a dragon, it must be another dispute.

Heavenly Court has ruled the world for nearly seven hundred years, and there are already more than ten Heavenly Monarchs who have broken through the return to the void with the help of incense. Dongsheng Divine Continent's fortune is booming, and anyone with a discerning eye can see that the world of immortals will usher in an unprecedented prosperity.

People are determined, whether it is Zhou Yi's friends or opponents, they do not want turmoil.

Heavenly Court did not investigate Tianshi's true death and fake death, and all believed that he was already dead.

If Zhou Yi appeared again, no matter how it proved to be a fake, it would be a great treason to dare to pretend to be the first-generation Celestial Master.

Tiandi calendar 693 years.

The first generation of Tianshi died.

Hearing this, the Emperor of Heaven wept and ordered the heavenly court to lower the flag at half-mast to show his condolences.

At the same time, the Heavenly Master Hall was banned to show the merits of the Heavenly Master, and no one would be able to tie it in the future.

Blessed.

The news of Zhou Yi's death came back without causing much disturbance.

Some of the new disciples inquired about the elders in the sect while chatting, and learned that the Celestial Master had a glorious experience.

Sigh a few times, that's all.

The tide of the times is surging, and the world of immortality is changing with each passing day. Everyone is busy running the office, and there is no time to care about a dead person in the old era.

Temple of Heaven.

Tianjizi has been behind closed doors for more than half a year, with hundreds of divination instruments placed in front of him.

Compass, fortune-tellers, kits, tortoise shells, etc., are at least high-grade magic weapons, and there is even a divination spirit treasure at the bottom of the box.

"Why did he die?"

Tianjizi muttered to himself, no matter how he calculated, it was Zhou Yi who died under the thunder calamity.

I tried to find out Zhou Yi's reincarnation with the Seven Proverbs Signs of the Cut Heaven, but it took a hundred years of life and only got a deep karma feedback.

"That monstrous karma can't be washed away in several lifetimes, so the result still counts?"

Tian Jizi sighed helplessly: "This time, it's a big loss, and I threw away the sun-covering robe and Jiutian Xuanshuo. If those two old guys knew about it, wouldn't it be a big laughing stock?"

"Those two spirit treasures are in Qingyun Mountain, do you want to steal them back?"

Tianjizi has never been a shy temperament, and he is familiar with tricks such as cheating and stealing.

After thinking for a long time, he shook his head slightly.

"That's enough, the poor man wants to steal and steal the immortals, how can he not bully the younger generation with face, just two spiritual treasures"

Tian Jizi covered his chest and suppressed his distress, thinking about where to find the place, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"After ascending to the Immortal Realm, Pindao told Tie Guanxian carefully what the two guys did, and with the hot brand of the couple, there must be a good show to watch!"

"Hey hey hey..."

Thinking of this, Tianjizi couldn't help but let out a weird laugh, and in a blink of an eye, he left Lingbao behind.

East China Sea.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, an unnamed island.

Hundreds of layers of formations are arranged on the island, not for attack or defense, but all are prohibited from shielding the secrets.

Formation center.

A black and red heart the size of a human head shattered, flashing dazzling aura, and slowly transformed into a human shape more than two feet tall.

"Xianchang, you are finally alive."

Lingshen doll happily circled around the villain, looking at the fairy's pink and tender appearance, always thinking of rubbing her head.

"Even though I have done several experiments, I still feel that this distraction spell is very strange. Witchcraft spells are quite different from immortal magical powers. I don't know if they have a complete inheritance today!"

Zhou Yi looked down at his palm, as young as a baby, with only 10% of the mana remaining in his body.

The alien heart made by the distraction spell, the size of the body that is resurrected after death, is related to the amount of spirit and spirit that it condenses.

"I don't know if the poor dao feigned death or not. Zhou Yi doesn't have much confidence in this, especially Tian Jizi is good at divination. Back then, the black-hearted demon lord died of the Heavenly Sect."

"But it doesn't matter if you count it. It's very likely that you won't care. Even if Xiaoyun Zishe comes under the skin and kills him. Pindao is still in the northwest, southwest, north and south of Dongsheng Shenzhou, and there are distractions left behind."

"Even if you can't escape from the resurrection of Shenzhou and continue to hunt down, Pindao has left behind in the depths of the East China Sea, and at most he will lose a few percent of his mana!"

Three hundred years ago, the ox took the Kunlun Cave to the east for a hundred years.

The speed of the congenital demon **** flying away was several times faster than when he left Jiuzhou, and then threw Kunlun Cave into the seabed.

There is a xenogeneic heart in the cave, and Zhou Yi continued to run away after being resurrected. Even the immortals would not dare to chase and kill them in the sea of ​​absolute spirits. Maybe they would be in danger of dying.

"Everything else is a foreign object. As long as the longevity dao fruit is there, the poor dao will be invincible!"

Zhou Yi swayed, transformed into a young Taoist, took out the mountains of spiritual stones from the storage bag, and began to practice on the island.

The three immortals did not soar, and Zhou Yi would rather fall in realm than to retrieve the Kunlun Cave.

That is the last guarantee of life!

Qingyun Mountain.

Han Zhao followed the Master's entrustment and established a tomb of clothing and crowns.

The tomb is in the best place of Fengshui in Qingyun Mountain, and the inscription reads "Tomb of the Celestial Master".

The first seven have just passed.

Han Zhao came to the grave to burn the paper, and saw a figure standing in the distance, wearing a crimson official robe, and hurried over to bow and salute.

"Meet the gods!"

"No need to be polite."

Gu Dao said, "You can call me Shishu."

"Master?"

Han Zhao was puzzled and asked, "Heavenly God is also a monk of the Qingyun Mountain lineage? Why have you never heard of the master?"

"Ugh"

Gu Dao sighed: "It seems that before your master died, he was ultimately resentful, otherwise he would not hide his identity from you."

Han Zhao's eyes became more and more confused. After he went up the mountain at the age of three, he chanted scriptures and practiced every day. He never went down the mountain to travel to the world of immortals, and he didn't know the specific meaning of the Lord of Qingyun and the Celestial Master.

"Your master is the first disciple of the three religions, the teacher of heaven!"

Gu Dao recalled for a long time, and said: "When Pindao met his senior brother, it was 800 or 900 years ago. At that time, he had just gathered Nascent Soul, a loose cultivator who did not even have a sect."

The mountain wind whistled, and the robes of the Taoist robes squeaked.

Standing in front of the unremarkable tomb bag, Gu Dao slowly told Han Zhao about the past, big and small things never happened.

"Your master is a lazy person. He has never thought of doing great things, such as the first disciple of the three religions, the canonization of gods, and even the position of the master of the day, all of which are forcibly placed on him by others!"

"Senior brother's favorite place to go is Feixian Pavilion, and talk with the female cultivator there. Since the establishment of Feixian Pavilion, he has the only 10% discount supreme card!"

Gu Xiao murmured to himself: "Others say that senior brother is sloppy and sloppy, but it's actually his true temperament. Otherwise, why would he give up the position of Heavenly Emperor?"

hiss! hiss! hiss...

Han Zhao didn't know how many breaths of air he had taken, and when he looked at the small grave bag of the master, he suddenly felt an unreal feeling. So the existence of Jingtianweidi, the result is a three-foot solitary tomb? "Uncle Shi, do you want to build a new grave for the respect of the teacher?"

"Need not."

Gu Dao said: "This is very good. When the true cultivation is big, and the reputation spreads, not to mention what the emperor thinks today, it will also attract a lot of idle people to comment!"

Han Zhao nodded and said, "On Qingyun Mountain, there are only me and Uncle Niu, and I will never let idlers disturb the master's purity."

Gu Xiao said in surprise: "The ox is still in Qingyun Mountain?"

Han Zhao said: "Of course, the Master entrusts Master Niu to protect the inheritance of the Qingyun Mountain Dao Lineage."

"The scalper is really loyal, and it's not worth the cost of the big brother to resurrect it from reincarnation."

Gu Dao said: "Don't tell others about the sacrifice of the poor Dao, so as not to cause trouble. If there is anything in the future, you can go to heaven with the golden book. Pin Dao is the current minister of officials!"

"Thank you, uncle."

Han Zhao bowed and saluted, and now he is still confused about his master's past.

Not long after the ancient road left, another figure appeared.

Bai Suixin looked at Han Zhao who was burning the paper and asked, "Are you the descendant of Senior Brother?"

"It's the junior."

Han Zhao's mood has gradually calmed down: "Uncle Shi is also here to worship Shizun?"

"also?"

Bai Suixin raised his brows, clapped his fingers, and said coldly, "I was busy executing an evil dragon just now, but let the Misty Hair of the Heaven-Mending Sect take the lead, don't let that fellow be deceived, you are not a good person. !"

Han Zhao said, "The younger generation should remember that the uncle taught the sea."

Bai Xunxin took out the yellow paper, burned it in front of the grave, and said a lot of words to Han Zhao before leaving.

"If something happens in the future, go directly to the Heavenly Prison to find me. With the affection of Senior Brother, even a great sin can save one's life!"

"Thank you, uncle."

Han Zhao had just sent away Bai Suixin, and another figure appeared in front of the grave...

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The words are divided into two parts.

There is an unnamed barren mountain on the coast of the East China Sea.

There are a large group of apes on the mountain, in groups, and the nearby people call it Monkey Mountain.

this day.

An ape holding a gravel and returning to the group's station, heard squeaking sounds from a distance.

Uninterrupted and disorganized.

The ape followed with a few calls, jumped through the jungle, passed through hundreds of monkeys, and came to the monkey den he built.

The gravel is placed in the nest and formed into a bird's nest shape.

Squeak!

The monkey heard the call of his half-brother, UU read www.uukanshu. com didn't care about building another nest, and responded a few times and jumped over to play.

Night falls.

The monkeys went back to their homes, and the apes lay in their dens and slept.

In the hazy dream, the monkey saw an endless sea of ​​blood in the dream, and slowly drowned himself, unable to struggle or resist.

beyond the dream.

The ape's body slowly changed, first turning into a mass of crimson blood, and then slowly hardening into a red stone.

Pillow-sized, oval-shaped, like a giant red egg.

The process of change was silent, without disturbing the other apes. It was not until dawn when the jungle returned from the silence, and the apes discovered that the clansmen were gone.

Squeak!

A series of calls woke up more apes.

Under the command of the ape patriarch, the monkey group scoured the entire mountain, but no clansmen disappeared.

The ape cherished the wisdom that he knew, but thought that the clansmen had let tigers and leopards or monsters steal it. After half an hour of sadness, he began to wander happily in the woods again.

Some monkeys found the red stone eggs, but they thought the color was nice, so they hugged them and presented them to the patriarch.

The ape patriarch likes it very much, and keeps it in the treasure house of the tree cave, and takes it out from time to time to play and watch.

a few days later.

Another ape offered a strange stone, and the patriarch forgot the crimson stone egg and accumulated it with the messy debris in the tree hole. Time is like water, the sun and the moon are like shuttles.

In the blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and the monkeys have changed several chiefs, and even the treasure house of the ethnic group has changed the boundaries, completely forgetting the red stone eggs.

Winter is coming.

A black bear pulled open a tree hole, preparing to make it into a hibernation nest, and suddenly saw a crimson light that was indefinitely on and off...

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