Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

 “The bones of the ancient gods?”

"Doesn't this mean that the ancient gods are already dead?"

"How could it be possible? Immortals still eat clouds and drink dew and live forever. Aren't gods supposed to be immortal beings?"

As he murmured softly.

The people from Partridge Whistle also came one after another.

There was no time to be shocked by the crystal mountain in front of me, which was four to five meters high.

All eyes were attracted to the boxes in the cave.

Just looking at the style, an ancient and simple atmosphere will hit your face. It is definitely not something that can be obtained in a thousand years. It cannot be formed in four or five thousand years to form such a thick patina.

It should be exactly the same as the stone man we saw along the way.

No wonder Chen Yulou said that it might be a relic from ancient times.

Looking back now.

Everything seemed to be under his control.

but…

What shocked a few people even more was the remains of the ancient god.

How could gods and bones, two completely unrelated words, appear together?

To know.

Those who ascend to immortality can live as long as heaven and never grow old or die.

Not to mention the God who controls the rules?

However, what Chen Yulou was talking about was the relics of gods. For a moment, even Partridge Whistle frowned and looked incredulous.

"Taoists ascended to immortality and left their legacy in the world."

"Buddhist monks become Buddhas immediately and leave behind golden relics."

"At this level, as long as the spiritual consciousness is immortal, you can be immortal, and the physical body is second."

He was greeted by several people who looked at him in confusion, confusion or weird looks.

Chen Yulou sighed secretly.

In fact, it was expected that they could not understand it.

To know.

Mayflies live in the morning and die in the evening.

Scale insect feathered beasts can only live for thirty to fifty years at most.

As for ordinary people, struggling in the world, their lives are numbered less than a hundred.

Therefore, throughout the ages, countless people have sought immortality just like the crucian carp crossing the river.

From the emperor to the poor.

Convince qi, guide, medicinal stones, golden elixirs, Nuo techniques, witchcraft, golden threads and jade clothes, and seven stars to extend your life.

All means are like dust and smoke.

Countless.

But how many people can succeed?

Even if the king of a country is sitting all over the world and has a constant supply of rare and precious elixirs, he still cannot refine a golden elixir that can lead to immortality if swallowed.

That's why.

What they saw and heard has restricted the few of them to a limited range.

To a few people, the Fund-Building Pill is like the sun and moon in the sky, visible and out of reach.

How about the immortals.

How do gods exist?

It is unimaginable and reasonable.

"Immortal consciousness, immortality and immortality?"

Hear what he said.

The group of people only felt a buzzing in the depths of their minds, like thunder falling.

Abandon the physical body, and the spiritual consciousness comes out of the body.

Isn't this the legendary Yang God?

"If the ancient **** died so easily, he would not be worthy of being called a god."

It seems that I can guess what a few people are thinking.

Chen Yulou shook his head and said meaningfully.

The snake **** controls the transformation of the realm, and the soul in the Muchen Bead is immortal.

The original ancient **** Entropy controlled time and reversed the course of time.

The Nine-Headed Insect can reverse cause and effect, set time back, and can confuse all sentient beings in a world by randomly laying illusions.

The illusion created by Baoxianghua can make people sink into the boundless sea of ​​whirlpool, and the soul will be lost in it, sinking forever.

The big piece of meat, the **** believed in by the Golden Ancient Kingdom, changes places, borrows corpses and resurrects souls, and is constantly reborn in the illusion.

The doorworm feeds on time and space, devouring time and space in an indescribable way.

The Tree of Life can parasitize everything, distort space and time, and manipulate time.

As for the ghost tree, as a **** worshiped by the ancient kingdom of ghost, it has the terrifying ability to destroy yin and yang and reopen the world.

Although the gods are also divided into superior and inferior, strong and weak.

But as long as you are a god, you must not look at it with ordinary thinking.

"this…"

Hear this.

Several people were even more shocked.

"Then the ancient god, is he still there?"

Suddenly, the old foreigner asked an extremely crucial question.

Now even its skeleton has been found.

But it is a kind of existence that has not been seen.

It stands to reason that even tigers and wolves have a strong sense of territory, and any outsider who dares to break into their lair without permission will inevitably be killed.

What’s more, gods?

They have all been down for so long now.

Even if he is in deep sleep, he shouldn't be completely unaware, right?

As soon as he said this, the other people also looked over thoughtfully.

It can be seen that they actually have such doubts in their hearts.

"This is the residence of the ancient gods, so it's natural."

Chen Yulou shook his head.

The ancient gods exist in the void universe and form a world of their own, but among the eight ancient gods, the snake **** is the most special one.

In endless years.

The snake **** died and landed at the foot of Zagrama Mountain.

To be precise, it is not a deep sleep.

Instead, it is in an extremely strange state.

The imaginary space exists in the mind, and the soul is hidden in the Muchen Bead.

Therefore, after they had been down for so long, they did not realize that the snake **** would not only appear, but also block several people with illusions, just like the evil **** in the thunder mountain struck by Mahakala.

"oh…"

Yang Fang scratched his head.

Obviously, I am still confused about this ambiguous answer.

"Try opening the box first."

Chen Yulou did not explain much.

After all, it is better to see it in person than to say a thousand things.

"That's fine."

Several of them are people who fight against each other.

Even if a Taoist from the mountains never goes to the tomb for wealth, but only for pills and pearls, it is impossible to travel around the world without eating, drinking, or sleeping.

Besides, for thousands of years, the tribesmen still have to survive.

It can only be said that Taoist Banshan's style of conduct is indeed not as taboo as that of the three sects of Mojin, Faqiu and Xiling, but he is definitely not a saint.

Just talk about partridge whistle.

Since he was thirteen years old, he has followed the previous generation of Taoist monks, walking around in search of the Muchen Bead.

Over the years, many hands have been stained with blood.

However, compared to those bandits, they still have a certain bottom line and will never kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Died by his hands.

Without exception, everyone deserves to die.

Therefore, Chen Yulou did not say anything, otherwise the four of them would have been unable to restrain themselves and went to open the coffin.

This has been a lifetime of running around.

Emperors, generals, ministers, three religions and nine schools, all kinds of coffins have been opened.

What is about to be opened now is the coffin of an ancient god.

Who wouldn't be excited?

Almost as soon as Chen Yulou finished speaking, the group put down their lanterns and took out coffin-opening tools such as claws, iron skewers, awls, and knives.

It is Yang Fang who has always taken the world with his whip.

I didn't know where to find a cyclone shovel.

There are three sections in total. They are hollow inside and fit into each other. Only a crisp click sound can be heard, and the three sections of copper rods instantly merge into one.

Then hold the stick by the tail.

I don't see how he moves.

Just a slight twist.

The bottom section instantly appeared, and seven iron leaves bloomed like petals.

It should be mixed with materials such as secret gold. The iron leaf has a cold light and a sharp edge. It is not impossible to say that it is a fierce weapon.

It was also the first time for Chen Yulou to see this strange object of the Gold Touching Sect.

For a while, I couldn't help but look at it a few more times. Since he took over as the leader of Xiling, he has spent many years reading ancient books, exploring the world, and integrating four sects and eight sects to create many inverted weapons.

This is why Xiling specializes in equipment.

But now when he saw the cyclone shovel in Yang Fang's hand, he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

The design is exquisite.

Impressive.

Partridge Whistle took the lead and jumped into the cave in a few steps.

The stone box took up most of the cave.

He could only press against the wall behind him, reach out and try to push it, but unfortunately... the sarcophagus was extremely heavy, and it would be unrealistic to push it to the ground and then open it.

"Brother, let me help you."

How can the old foreigner not understand when he sees his senior brother look troubled?

He raised his head and looked around Crystal Mountain.

He quickly selected a cliff that protruded outwards. He threw the sky-diameter rope in his hand hard, and saw a cold light flash through, breaking through the fog, and accurately wound several turns to secure it.

Tried pulling it a few times.

After making sure it can bear its own weight.

The old foreigner didn't hesitate anymore and quickly climbed up with the help of the sky-drilling rope. When he climbed to the outside of the cave entrance, he didn't go in. Instead, he wrapped the rope around with his backhand a few times and hung himself in mid-air.

See this situation.

Partridge Whistle, who was across the sarcophagus, understood instantly. Without any delay, he took out a blade as thin as a cicada's wing and carefully inserted it between the gaps in the sarcophagus.

The same goes for the old foreigners outside.

They are two brothers who were taught by the same master. They have been traveling in the world for many years. They can understand each other's thoughts with just a look and movement. They have always cooperated perfectly when exploring tombs and fighting.

The blade quickly sliced ​​along the gap along the lower edge of the stone box and coffin.

There was a stabbing sound.

The stone box, which was originally airtight and impenetrable to splashing water, seemed to be one piece and suddenly started to shake.

"Do it."

Listening to the familiar sound.

Partridge Whistle's eyes couldn't help but light up.

"good."

For countless years, they, the Zagrama clan, have been searching for the truth.

What is hidden under the ghost cave?

How could the late sage cause such a disaster just by taking a peek.

Now, at this moment, they could finally see the real culprit behind the scenes, how could they not be extremely excited.

Reach out and press the lower edge of the coffin lid, hold it tightly with your five fingers, and then apply force at the same time.

I don’t know what material this stone box is made of.

Just a stone cover is extremely heavy, weighing at least hundreds of kilograms.

In addition, the space is narrow and it is difficult to exert force.

After a lot of effort, the two finally removed it from the stone box and leaned it sideways on the ground.

"lamp!"

"quick."

There was no time to breathe.

The old foreigner turned his head and said downwards.

"coming."

Yang Fang, who originally wanted to show off his talents, gave up the idea of ​​going up to help when he saw that it was too cramped up there, and Crystal Freedom Mountain itself was as smooth as a mirror, heavy with moisture, and had nowhere to stay.

At this moment, I heard the old foreigner shouting.

The whole person suddenly became energetic.

He bit the string of the wind lantern with his mouth open, then swept out with one step, stepping on the cliff of Crystal Mountain and quickly climbed up, like an agile civet cat, his body was as fast as lightning.

It's no wonder that he has a reputation as a civet cat racer in the world.

Just rely on this skill of lightness.

Looking at the world, there are not many people who dare to say that they can defeat him steadily.

The old foreigner was still preparing to take the light when he saw his boy rushing up in a few steps and was outside him in a blink of an eye. He couldn't help but look startled.

"Why are you stunned?"

"Aren't you curious about what's inside?"

Yang Fang raised his eyebrows.

Normally, he would have said something proud, but now, the lid of the coffin had been opened, and all he could think about was curiosity about the remains of the ancient god.

"look."

Isn't that what old foreigners are like?

However, just when he was about to turn around, he seemed to hear the word "Shen Xing" in his ears, and then with a flash of light from the corner of his eye, Chen Yulou, in a wide robe and long sleeves, also appeared behind him out of thin air.

Even if I have seen it many times.

But seeing such immortal methods, the old foreigner couldn't help but feel shocked.

He can now be regarded as practicing and entering the country.

However, apart from meditating and exhaling, there seems to be no such means for building the foundation of Xuan Dao.

However, just as this thought came up, he saw from the corner of his eye that Yang Fang had already leaned over and shined the wind lamp into the stone box as much as possible. He didn't dare to think too much.

Inside a stone box that is as tall as a person.

It was as if there was a layer of mist hanging over it.

It was pitch black and nothing could be seen clearly with the naked eye.

Until the wind lamp hangs above the top of the box.

The last bit of darkness dissipates.

A gloomy white skeleton finally appeared in the sight of several people.

It was completely different from the skeletons I had seen along the way.

Fluorescence flows on the white bones, as if there are countless runes intertwined and looming. Even after countless years of death, just a half-meter-long bone still exudes a chilling and terrifying aura.

"Is this the divine bone?"

"Can you see what it is?"

"The white bones are fluorescent and the divine light is flowing. Isn't this really the remains of an immortal?"

Gathering around the stone box, looking at the skeleton lying quietly at the bottom of the box, several people's faces were filled with shock, and the thumping and wild beating under their chests could not be covered up at all.

Even if it is Chen Yulou.

Even though he had known for a long time that it was the remains of the snake god.

But it was also the first time I saw it with my own eyes.

You must know that there is no description of the remains of the snake **** in the original book. It is always hidden behind the scenes, as if sitting in the long river of time, throughout.

Almost all big events.

Trace it back to its source and peel off the cocoon, and you can find traces of its existence.

"No, why do these bones look familiar?"

The partridge whistle that has never spoken.

With the help of the wind lantern, I leaned down and looked carefully for a while.

His brows suddenly furrowed tightly, and his eyes flashed with confusion.

Although this divine bone was amazing, for some reason, he always felt as if he had seen a similar existence somewhere.

"Worm Valley Creek Lake."

"Ancient building latitude and longitude!"

Listen to him talking to himself.

Chen Yulou opened his mouth immediately and softly uttered a few words.

boom-

The moment two place names appeared.

Partridge Whistle felt as if there were a pair of big hands sorting out the confusing threads.

"Snake shape, dragon bone?"

Yes!

That day they entered the Worm Valley and killed a green-scaled python that had been entrenched in the stream and lake for many years and had transformed into a demon. Then they collected water drops, blood, and meat from the snake.

Only a huge snake bone was left.

The scenes of that day flashed before his eyes like a movie lens.

finally.

The white bones shining with white light in front of him completely overlapped with the python's tailbone.

"Is this also a snake-headed dragon?"

Partridge Whistle's pupils dilated, he suppressed the shock in his heart, and exclaimed in disbelief.

How can it be?

Regardless of whether it’s a big snake, a terrifying snake, a giant python or an old dragon, as a dragon, shouldn’t the final destination be transformed into a dragon?

Why does it remain as it is?

Overcome demons and immortals and become a god?

"What exactly is it? Open all the stone boxes and put all the bones back together. Everything will naturally come to light."

Chen Yulou was noncommittal.

Judging from Partridge Whistle's reaction, we can tell that it would be difficult for them to accept such a conclusion.

"Yeah!"

"Whether it is a snake, a dragon or a dragon, you will know after you try to put it together!" (End of Chapter)