Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

As soon as these words came out.

The atmosphere in the entire attic instantly dropped to freezing point.

No matter how well-informed they are, and they are used to traveling around the world, they have never heard of weird rumors about a person who has been dead for thousands of years and still looks like a living person.

Even if a Taoist immortal dies and becomes immortal, all he will leave behind is nothing more than a corpse.

"So, this is the origin of the words "Meet the Immortal in Coffin Mountain"?

The old foreigner's eyes flickered and he said thoughtfully.

"good."

Originally he was just talking to himself, but unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, a sigh suddenly came from behind.

Several people looked back.

Feng Sibei, who had already worshiped his ancestors, came up to the second floor at some point. He was standing on the side of the bookshelf behind everyone. Under the flickering firelight, his face was indescribably complicated.

"Back then, he violated the instructions of his ancestors, entered Coffin Mountain, stole the tomb of King Wuyang, and returned to Wuxi Town with a large number of ancient artifacts. But after that day, his temperament changed drastically and he could not escape from the world."

"No one knows what he saw in the coffin mountain."

"But a few years later, after breaking through the barrier, he resolutely persuaded a large number of tribesmen to go to Coffin Mountain again. It took more than ten years before the Dixian Village was built."

Speaking of which.

Feng Sibei let out a long breath.

In fact, over the past hundreds of years, the Feng family members of his lineage have made many speculations about what Feng Shigu saw.

But at this moment, he finally got the answer.

That is the immortal body.

King Wuyang, whose head was beheaded, could still remain immortal in the sarcophagus after thousands of years. This allowed Feng Shigu to finally see the possibility of becoming an immortal.

So, he hid in the house all day long and studied the Wuyang King's secret skills repeatedly for several years.

"Taoist Master...you mean, King Wuyang is really not dead?"

The old foreigner was just guessing at first, but after hearing Feng Sibei's words, it seemed to be verified from the front. For a moment, he couldn't help but widen his eyes, his expression full of disbelief.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of an ancient corpse transforming into an immortal?"

Feng Sibei did not respond directly to the question he raised, but asked softly.

"this…"

The group of people looked at each other.

They had heard of ancient corpses turning into zombies, but this transformation into immortals was simply a fantasy.

Immortals are inherently transcendent, immortal and immortal.

Is there any such thing as a dead person becoming an immortal?

"This is an ancient witchcraft handed down from ancient times. You need to find a feng shui place with deep Yin energy, which is shaped like a corpse. First bury the ancient jade, then kill the captives, sacrifice the blood to the earth spirit, and condense it in the corpse-shaped mountain. Just corpse pill.”

"As long as you swallow it, you can turn into a corpse immortal and become immortal."

This technique is recorded in the heavenly book and artifact stolen by the Feng family from the hanging coffin.

The ancestors of the Feng family believed that this technique was too harmful to the harmony of the world, so they suppressed it from generation to generation and did not allow it to be passed down.

only.

No one expected that in Feng Shigu's generation, he would be so crazy that he believed that was the only way to become an immortal, especially after seeing the Wuyang Queen in the sarcophagus with his own eyes, which confirmed it without a doubt.

Combined with the picture of encountering immortals on Coffin Mountain.

How could Feng Sibei not understand?

"Corpse Immortal..."

Wait for him to finish speaking.

There was silence up and down the attic.

When I met an immortal, who would have thought that I would meet such an immortal.

"This thing sounds unreliable. How can a dead body become an immortal? Taoist priest, the senior of the Feng family... shouldn't be able to do it, right?"

Yang Fang smiled.

Breaking the silence around you.

But Feng Sibei just shook his head, with a bitter look on his face.

If it didn't work, why would the Feng family of his lineage have searched for Dixian Village for hundreds of years and spent so much effort? It was because they knew very well how terrifying Feng Shigu was.

A madman who can use the lives of his brothers as a bargaining chip just to seek immortality. Is there anything he can't do?

"What are you afraid of?"

"Feng Shigu can kill King Wuyang with one sword. Even if he really becomes a corpse immortal, so many of us can't kill him?"

Chen Yulou raised his eyebrows.

It is true that Dixian Village is definitely the king among the Eighteen Ancient Tombs of Ghost Blowing Deng.

But that was also for the past.

Nowadays, if one of them is picked at random, he can subjugate demons and demons, and corpse immortals are nothing.

"Shopkeeper Chen said it well."

"That's right, so what if it's just a corpse fairy. It sounds like an evil demon. It just so happens that my magic whip is designed to defeat rigor mortis like this."

Yang Fang was the first to agree.

It's more than just a whip.

The mountain-moving Taoist Kuixing was kicking and fighting, and there were three corpse-suppressing nails among the four armors.

The Xiling sect bound corpse nets, and Faqiu Tianguan never left his body.

They are all unconventional methods for overcoming rigor mortis.

The most important thing is that these are just ordinary methods, and what they really rely on is Taoism.

Pure Yang Swordsmanship, Xuan Dao Convincing Qi, and Seven Stars Horizontal Training.

It is the ultimate weapon to slay demons, destroy evil and suppress evil.

"Kunlun, after taking the two pictures of the coffin mountain and the house, the yin and yang, we have to rely on them to guide the route."

Chen Yulou pointed at the two ancient paintings at the top and gestured to Kunlun.

Of these four paintings, the latter two are of little use to them, although they cover an astonishing amount of ground.

On the contrary, it is a picture of Xiangzhai, which clearly depicts the topographic structure of the Yangzhai and Yin tombs in the entire Dixian Village. "Yes, from the shopkeeper."

Kunlun didn't hesitate, stepped forward, took off the two pictures, rolled them up and inserted them into the bamboo basket behind him.

Seeing this, Chen Yulou looked at a pair of junior brothers again.

"Time is urgent, Taoist brother, you and the old foreigner brothers stay on this floor to see if you can sift through some ancient Taoist books and take them with you when you leave."

"Okay, brother Chen, don't worry."

Partridge Whistle nodded.

There are four rows of ancient books racks here, and he just scanned them briefly. In addition to Huang Lao's techniques, there are also many Taoist secrets hidden in them, all of which are ancient cultivation methods that are rare in the world.

Compared with what I saw on the first floor before, it is no less impressive.

That is to say, the Guanshan Taibao boarded the royal ship and gathered the collective efforts of the world. Otherwise, how could ordinary people have the ability to collect such a vast sea of ​​fragments of ancient scriptures?

"Then I'll leave it to you two."

The two brothers are meticulous in their work and have great experience.

It's perfect to leave this matter to them.

Chen Yulou did not hesitate. He took the lead with the wind lantern and walked straight towards the top floor. Compared with the openness of the first and second floors, the third floor was much narrower and cramped. Kunlun's figure leaning against the sky and the earth was a little bit... Can't move away.

Fire swept across.

There is only one shrine in the building.

There are ten or twenty ancient relics scattered here and there.

Most of them are porcelain vases, ancient books, and an ancient sword is leaning in the corner of the shrine.

"This should be Feng Shigu's personal belongings."

Feng Sibei saw it immediately.

Each generation of Guanshan Taibao has been practicing witchcraft since childhood, and there are many secret medicines, poisons, etc., so the most common costume is to hang porcelain bottles around the waist. When walking, his whole body emits Ding-ding-dong-dong sound.

He took a look before approaching.

It was just as he expected.

Those bottles and jars are filled with secret medicines.

It's just that hundreds of years have passed, and the ointment has long since dried up, but the pungent smell has not dissipated.

As for those ancient books, most of them are notes written by Feng Shigu on his study and practice.

Soon, a book called Guanshan Excavation Record came into his eyes, and the corners of Feng Sibei's eyes twitched. It recorded in it, in addition to what Feng Shigu had learned and done in his life, there were also the stolen hair of Guanshan Taibao in past dynasties. The ancient tomb collection.

For a moment, Feng Sibei felt as if he had found a treasure.

Not caring about anything else, he put the wind lantern aside and started reading through the dim light of the fire.

Seeing this situation, the few people who followed couldn't help but look at each other.

But Chen Yulou just waved his hand calmly to signal them not to disturb him, and he picked up the ancient sword leaning against the wall. Hundreds of years later, the scabbard had not been stained with any rust.

Buzz!

Give it a little shake.

The long sword is unsheathed.

There was a cold light on the sword blade, and the buzzing sound was endless.

"What a sword!"

He himself is a master of swordsmanship.

The portable dragon scale sword is made of dragon sinew mixed with secret gold, and has been tempered for thousands of times.

But even so, the ancient sword in his hand still gave him a sharp edge, the feeling of cutting iron like mud. Just holding it in his hand, the cold seemed to penetrate into the muscles and bones, and penetrate into the bone marrow, making people shiver.

Chen Yulou suddenly understood what he was thinking.

This sword is an ancient relic that killed King Wuyang.

It has been cultivated in the Feng Shui cave here for hundreds of years. Under the conflict of yin and yang, it has now turned into a fierce weapon.

As he looked at it intently.

The few people who followed also looked at it in amazement, with hot eyes. After all, who could refuse such an ancient weapon?

but.

Chen Yulou glanced over, but did not make a sound.

This sword is too ferocious and evil, and most people can't control it. Only great practitioners like him, or ruthless people like Kunlun and Yang Fang, whose qi and blood are like lead and mercury, and have practiced martial arts to the extreme.

But the halberd used by Kunlun, combined with the heavy armor, was invincible.

And Yang Fang has a diamond umbrella and a magic whip, which is both offensive and defensive.

Figure after figure appeared in his mind, and finally settled on Partridge Whistle.

As a person in the group, his cultivation level is second only to his existence.

Although the Partridge Whistle also has a magical weapon with it, it is a tantric thing and cannot be used to its full potential. In addition, the longer you live in the world, the stronger the monsters you encounter, whether it is twenty rings or a mirror umbrella. , in fact, they are all somewhat powerless.

With his foundation building cultivation, he can still control the ancient sword easily.

"call-"

Just as he was sheathing his sword and thinking about when to go downstairs, Feng Sibei, who had been looking at the Excavation Record for a long time, suddenly closed the ancient book with a snap and his face turned extremely ugly.

"Did the Taoist Master make a discovery?"

"The mountains are high and the water is narrow, and the dragons are leaderless. I finally understand why this place can become a corpse immortal."

When Chen Yulou asked, Feng Sibei sighed.

"Why? Taoist Priest, please don't get carried away. What's going on?"

"Isn't it because Feng Shigu practiced witchcraft secrets? Is it possible that there are other secrets here?"

Seeing the eager faces of several people, Feng Sibei didn't waste any time. He walked to the window and pushed open the window coffin that was locked with wooden pins. Looking from the top of the top floor, he could see the mountains of Dixian Village unobstructed. At this moment, in the vast night, he didn't know what was happening. When will the blood mist fill the air?

"The blood mist enters the ground, and the immortals come out of the mountain."

"The corpse-shaped mountain is actually the Pangu Vein. This is also the reason why King Wuyang can survive."

"However, the ancient wizards repeatedly dug here in order to obtain the corpse elixir, and the dragon's energy was broken long ago, making it difficult for the life elixir to be regained."

"In order to restore the earth's lineage, Feng Shigu clearly used those clansmen as blood food and sacrificed them to Pangu's spiritual lineage. Only then did he become immortal and condensed a Living Corpse Pill, which he swallowed in one gulp!" ( End of this chapter)