40,000 Years of Cultivation

"Da Zhou? Haha, all cultivators treat each other with courtesy, and use "li" to rule the Great Zhou in the world?"

Dan Fengzi laughed and said, "Cangling really knows etiquette, food and clothing knows honor and disgrace. The Great Zhou Dynasty was even the age of ignorance of the ancient sacred world. At that time, the world was chaotic, and the earth was sparsely populated. In the wild jungle, there are countless treasures of heaven and earth, spirit beasts and monsters, and the number of cultivators is extremely small!"

"Every cultivator, as long as he wants, can get enough heavenly materials and earth treasures and demon pill spirit bones from the mountains and forests. If several cultivators help each other, if they fight in a team, they will only gain more and more!"

"Under such an environment, it is natural to be polite, respectful brothers and friends, not to infringe each other, each enjoy sufficient resources, and slowly cultivate!"

"However, after 100,000 years of changes, we have developed into our dynasty, and most of the land of no ownership has been exhausted. Each has its own owners. The remaining resources are so few, and new ones emerge every year. There are so many cultivators!"

"Elder Lingjiu, let me tell you, no matter what is too much, it will be cheap! This year, the least valuable is human life. Both the people and the cultivators are the same cheap!"

Li Yao was silent for a long time and sighed: "I originally thought that the cultivators in the Wunan jungle, raising ghosts and making gu, refining smoky and poisonous fog, and even blood sacrifices to produce souls, are extremely cruel. I only found out today, Central Plains. The monks can be more brutal than us, and they are so brutal that they are so invisible and supernatural!"

"Hahahaha!"

Dan Fengzi laughed a few times and shook his head and said, "Elder Lingjiu, such a simple truth, do you know that you just want to understand it today? The mountains and clear waters of the Central Plains are beautiful, the fertile fields are abundant, and the aura is abundant. If the Central Plains monks are more cruel than the Wuman monks, how can they belong to us?"

"If the monks of Wuman are more cruel, then the monks of Wuman who are sitting on the Dragon Court of God Capital should be the monks of Wuman, and we, the monks of the Central Plains, should be in the high mountains and deep waters, and the miasma of Wunan jungle. Nibbling bananas!"

"The next sentence is a bit awkward, maybe the elder Lingjiu will be unhappy after hearing it, but I still have to say-maybe the elder Lingjiu in the Wunan jungle is a ruthless, domineering super character, but yours With a little wrist, you can also turn the clouds and rain in the Wunan jungle, dominate the king, and put it in the Central Plains cultivation world. If you really want to start your own school, you will never know how to die!"

"Yes, you are powerful, you know how to refine tools, and your strength is unpredictable. Normally three or five yuan infants can't get close to your body, but in the Central Plains cultivation world, many times, you don't need to do it yourself. Wait until you do it yourself. At this time, it’s not as simple as three or five Nascent Souls that came up to you, but like today, 20 or 30 Nascent Souls and 70 or 80 Golden Cores came up side by side! Anyway, “the evil spirit is outside, everyone has And Zhu Zhi'!"

"Huntian King Qi Changsheng is not very good, Bailian mother Wan Mingzhu is not good, and the Great Castration King Xi is not good, hasn't he turned into a mourning dog, a rat crossing the street, and panic all day long?"

"Elder Lingjiu don’t think I’m unpleasant to speak, all I said along the way are from the bottom of my heart, I’m all for your sake. I advise you to get rid of your thoughts of establishing a sect as soon as possible, and be an elder in the Purple Extreme Sword Sect. I support you with all my strength. I lead a mountain alone and open a branch by myself. I can also pass on the sword-making skills of the Great Zhou. Isn’t it the best of both worlds?"

"It seems that the master wants to make a difference."

Li Yao said sadly, "The Master has learned a lot of the records of the practitioners of the Great Zhou Dynasty in the cave. After breaking through the barrier, he collected some notes about the cultivators from the Central Plains, such as what? Studying the "Lingshan Swordsman Biography" and the like, I thought that the Central Plains cultivation world would be more or less like what the book said!"

""Lingshan Swordsman Biography"?"

Dan Fengzi laughed out loud with a "pouch", "Why is my Elder Lingjiu depressed? It turns out that I have been affected by these absurd words and novels. Where are these things from the cultivator's notes of history? They are clearly ignorant Ordinary people, you can't really do the nonsense that is made up!"

""Lingshan Swordsman Biography", I also glanced at this book. The cultivators in the book are all free, do whatever they want, blissful and happy, immortal, and do not eat food, talk about people, and do nothing. It looks strange and enviable, and it's no wonder Lingjiu elders are tempted.

"But how can we cultivators in the real world not eat so much fireworks? Not only do they need to eat, but they will only eat ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times more than ordinary people!"

"Boiled ducks will not jump into our mouths in vain. If you want to eat, you have to fight, fight, and kill with your hands. This point, the high-ranking cultivators and the butchers in the poor streets and alleys. , What's the difference?"

"In the final analysis, although these people are all called'immortal masters, immortal masters," you and I know that we are just people with greater strength and larger intestines!"

Li Yao took a very serious look at Dan Fengzi, and then looked away, looking at the sky above the sky, the dark night falling down little by little, and muttered: "In this case, perhaps only the broken void, soaring into the immortal world, Only in order to get true comfort and freedom, no wonder so many cultivators want to fly into immortals!"

Dan Fengzi smiled very bleakly, and said: "In the legend, after flying up to the immortal world and becoming an immortal, you can indeed enjoy the boundless great freedom and great freedom, but I don't think so!"

"Oh?"

Li Yao raised his eyebrows, "Why is this?",

Dan Fengzi said: "I thought, the strength of the cultivator is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and the appetite is much greater than that of ordinary people. Then, the strength of the immortal is definitely much stronger than that of the cultivator, and the appetite is also greater than that of the cultivator. A hundred times, a thousand times?"

Li Yao nodded: "It makes sense!"

"But we know that beyond the ancient sacred world, there is an endless black world, with no air, no water source, and nothing but cold stones. The resources there are almost a hundred times thinner than the ancient sacred world, thousands of times. Ten thousand times!"

Dan Fengzi said, "The appetite of the immortal is hundreds of times greater than that of the cultivator, but the resources of the outside world are a hundred times thinner than that of the ancient sacred world. If the immortal really lives in the outside world, then, in order to compete for a little bit Resources, the competition between them will only be ten thousand times more cruel than the ancient sacred world. Where is the true pure land of bliss?"

Li Yao was stunned for a long time, and looked at Dan Fengzi somewhat inconceivably.

"However, I guess there are actually no immortals, nor immortals?"

Dan Fengzi laughed, and suddenly said with a fierce light, "Because, if there were immortals, they would have killed all of us in the ancient sacred world, and robbed us of our resources! At least, if I were an immortal. If you do, you will definitely come to conquer the ancient sacred world!"

Li Yao took a deep breath and said, "Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the head, the realm of cultivation and the realm of immortality are so cruel!"

"There is nothing cruel or cruel, this is the way of heaven."

Dan Fengzi said indifferently, "The natural selection of things competes, the survival of the fittest, the winner is king, so is the way of heaven!"

Li Yao swallowed his hot saliva and finally couldn't help it: "Even if the way of heaven is like this, shouldn't the cultivator go against the sky?"

Dan Fengzi smiled: "If you go against the sky, you have to taste the power of heaven!"

Li Yao gritted his teeth and said: "If thousands of cultivators can come forward, work hand in hand, and go against the sky, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Tribulation is, it may be broken with one punch!"

Dan Fengzi glanced at Li Yao strangely: "But who is the first bird to be the first? Elder Lingjiu, the question you raised today seems particularly strange!"

Li Yao's heart trembled, knowing that he had been shocked by the disaster victims' tragic situation and the actions of the major sects, and his performance was too radical.

Fortunately, at this time, from the northwestern sky, there was a series of long horns.

Dan Fengzi's eyes lit up, and he immediately left the small talk between himself and Li Yao behind his head, with a strange expression: "It is the fleet of major sects carrying rescue supplies that has arrived. Go, go and see!"

In order to deal with the natural disasters in the southeast, all major factions in the Central Plains have allocated a lot of relief supplies to form a mighty psionic flying boat fleet, with the current head of Taixuan Dao "Arabic Moon" opposing the formation, all the way south!

The psionic flying boat loaded with food, clothing, and various materials is naturally not as fast as the light boat clippers carrying high-level monks, and even less than the flying swords that travel through the air at supersonic speed. Today, after the monks arrived one after another, they arrived at Tiger Howl City slowly.

"Swish! Swish swish!"

Not only Li Yao and Dan Fengzi, but also the high-ranking monks of other major sects, all turned into streamers and flew toward the rescue fleet.

The appearance of the rescue supply fleet surprised them!

This fleet originally consisted of dozens of whale-sized transport ships, but at this moment there are only seven or eight shattered and devastated ships, like whale carcasses gnawed by sharks, which will fall at any time. To the ground.

The hull of each broken ship was covered in black with traces of burning flames, and the flags of the major sects were swaying from side to side, and the fire was scorching.

Inside the ship building, there were bursts of screams and groans, as well as a strong pungent medicinal scent on the face!

"Well, what is going on!"

Li Yao heard an angry outcry in the air, and the Iron Sage Qi Middle Road smashed down like a weight, almost not sinking the first transport ship directly.

A middle-aged monk wearing a high-level Taixuan Taoist robe, covered with bandages, and ointment spilled from the bandage, was tremblingly helped out from the cabin by two Taixuan Taoists.

Dan Fengzi whispered to Li Yao that this seriously injured and unrecognizable person was the real person, the current head of Taixuan Dao, Xiaoyue.

"Return to Uncle Master!"

Xiaoyue's popularity is like a gossip, with a weak voice, struggling to shake off the support of the two doormen, staggering over, and giving a deep respect to Qi Zhongdao as a disciple, almost not falling to the ground, sadly Desperately said, "Yes, it is Qi Changsheng, it is Qi Changsheng's Huntian army, who robbed most of our supplies!"