Become An Ancestor In Immortal Cultivation World

Lin Yan left Qinghe County on the day the Linglang broke out and her whereabouts are unknown. Now she is more than half a month old and she doesn't know whether she is alive or dead.

Zuimengfang was handed over to several other female cultivators from the Lin family who stayed behind. Naturally, they all knew Lin Sheng.

After opening a nun, Lin Sheng revealed his identity and then kicked the female cultivator out under her sad eyes.

‘Everyone is jealous of my Primordial Yang. Is it so easy to win my Primordial Yang? ’

Lin Sheng secretly thought in his heart that the monk's Primordial Yang and Primordial Yin are both good things. Taking supplements can improve his cultivation, so naturally his Primordial Yang cannot be thrown away to these witches casually.

Since the opening of Secret Realm, the busiest place in Qinghe County now is Zuimengfang. People from all walks of life gather here, and several Independent Cultivators have joined Zuimengfang.

Several small trade fairs were also held during the period, and all parties were quite satisfied.

The most dangerous place is undoubtedly the safest place. Lin Sheng still doesn't believe it. Even if he knew that the monk had found this place, would he still dare to do it here?

There are so many fellow-minded people in Zuimengfang making trouble here, and they are attacking them in groups. Don’t you want to die?

An undisguised voice came from outside the house. Lin Sheng simply set up a small formation to isolate visitors and took out the ancient magic text illustrated book to check it out.

The number of ancient magic texts is not too much. There are only a thousand words in the illustrated book. Lin Sheng took out the iron piece and soaked it in the blood bowl that had been prepared. The blood was naturally contributed by Lin Xiaojie.

After comparing it with the illustrated book, it took several hours for Lin Sheng to be able to translate the exercises on the iron plate.

The skill on the iron piece is called Four Desires, Buddha and Demon Phase. It is not a training skill, but Divine Ability.

The four emotions of joy, anger, sadness and resentment are used to condense the true demonic form. Each emotion will create a demonic form. The more emotions are collected, the stronger the true demonic form will be. When the demonic skill is completed, it can be used The great Divine Ability of the 'Heaven and Earth Demonic Appearance'.

This magical skill cannot be mastered overnight, it takes years and months.

Moreover, Lin Sheng discovered that this magic technique has the biggest problem. It can only collect the emotions of the recently deceased, and it must be a monk who can use the last emotions of the deceased to condense the soul to create the demonic form.

Each demonic form is made up of the accumulated souls of monks.

"It is indeed an ancient magic skill. It forcefully forces people towards the Great Demon. But I just want to be a bastard. What should I do?"

Lin Sheng hesitated while holding the piece of iron. Anyone who kills will always be killed. It is not easy to become a devil.

‘It would be a pity to pass up such an opportunity. ’

Lin Sheng thought to himself, and suddenly the candlelight in the room trembled for a moment and then returned to normal.

"Who?" Lin Sheng shouted coldly, jumping up and looking to the side.

"Hey, little friend, didn't you say that you want to give the ancient magic text illustrated book to Han Perfected Being?" Monk Zhichou walked out of the shadows of the room with a smile on his face.

"Did Han Perfected Being be confiscated? Little friend took it back again?"

Alarm bells rang in Lin Sheng's heart. This was the biggest crisis he had ever faced in the world, but Lin Sheng forced himself to calm down and smiled: "Why are you here, Master?"

"I came here especially for this." Monk Zhifu pointed at the iron piece in Lin Sheng's hand without concealing it.

"Oh, what should I do? If master wants it, just take it." Lin Sheng threw the iron piece to Monk Zhifu without hesitation. He had already memorized the formula, and the iron piece was of little use.

Monk Zhihuo caught the iron piece with a surprised look on his face, and looked at Lin Sheng carefully up and down: "It's a pity, if this didn't happen, I would like to become a close friend with my little friend."

Lin Sheng's face turned cold when he heard this: "Master, what do you mean?" His right hand calmly reached for the Qingfeng sword on the table beside him. At this time, it was too late to get the Yin Lei Talisman from the storage bag.

"Alas, this magic power cannot be born, little friend, please put down the butcher knife."

Monk Zhifu watched Lin Sheng's movements unmoved, as if he didn't care at all.

"Master, do you want to fight with me here? You must know that this is my Lin family's Zuimengfang."

Lin Sheng held the Qingfeng Sword in his hand, but the Law Weapon did not bring him the slightest sense of security. The monk in front of him was clearly only in the middle stage of Qi Refining, but it made Lin Sheng feel extremely dangerous.

"Haha, the poor monk is old and exhausted. He doesn't fight with his friends, but only gambles with his life."

As he spoke, monk Zhifu suddenly raised his hands and formed a strange seal.

Lin Sheng had been guarding against Monk Zhifu, and when he just raised his hand, he suddenly drew out the Qingfeng Sword, pouring every last bit of mana in his body into the Law Weapon, hoping to achieve success with just one blow.

As soon as the sword left his hand, he heard Monk Zhifou whisper softly: "Silent."

Time seemed to be paused. The flying Qingfeng sword was frozen in the air. Lin Sheng touched the storage bag and couldn't move. He watched helplessly as a halo of light floated out from the forehead of the monk Zhidou and headed straight for the door.

"My little friend, the poor monk accepts your physical body. When the poor monk becomes a Buddha, he will ferry you back in the long river of time." The words of the monk Zhifu rang in his ears, and the light ball disappeared into his face without any touch.

Lin Sheng felt dizzy for a while, and the room in his vision became upside down and distorted.

‘Why did monk Qi Refining lose his consciousness from his body? Am I going to die here? ’

Lin Sheng couldn't help but feel a little sad. He died before leaving the army, that's all. Let's just think of it as a dream.

Just when he was about to accept his fate, Lin Sheng suddenly came to a realization. In the dark, he saw a flash of silver light in the topsy-turvy and chaotic space.

"You are not from this world!" Monk Zhifu's panicked voice sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

‘Of course not, you piece of shit, why don’t you get out! ’ At this time, Lin Sheng was speechless at all and could only curse in his heart.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Amidst a sigh, Lin Sheng saw a halo of light slowly dissipating in the upside-down and chaotic space.

His head suddenly felt a sharp pain, and Lin Sheng hit the ground with his legs and fainted.

"It hurts me too!"

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Sheng sat up holding his head, feeling a sharp pain in his mind like a knife.

Lin Sheng discovered the problem when his spiritual consciousness looked inside himself. In the sea of ​​consciousness, there were countless memory fragments, large and small. They pricked the entire sea of ​​consciousness full of holes. No wonder he was in such severe pain.

Lin Sheng endured the severe pain and began to absorb the memory fragments scattered in the sea of ​​consciousness. This process lasted for three days before he absorbed all the memory fragments.

It turns out that monk Zhihuo had an adventure when he was young and learned a secret technique called soul-stealing method, which can seize the bodies of other monks, but it can only be used once in a lifetime, and failure will result in death.

It should be noted that the method of seizing the body is a spell that only the Nascent Soul True Monarch can master. It can be taken three times in a lifetime. After three times, the Nascent Soul will be destroyed.

Moreover, Nascent Soul has many restrictions on body seizing. Just one of them, requiring the Spirit Root technique to be combined, is already a huge obstacle.

The soul-stealing method is completely unreasonable. It means taking over the body and swallowing the spiritual consciousness. It is equivalent to resurrecting the whole life. The only restriction is that it must be from the same world.

"Hey, I won this round."

Lin Sheng looked pale and smiled proudly, luck was also part of his strength.

Now that he has swallowed the spiritual consciousness of monk Zhifou, Lin Sheng's spiritual consciousness has grown more than three times.

First he obtained the ancient magic power, and then he obtained the soul-stealing method. Now he has inherited the memory legacy of monk Zhifou, and his spiritual consciousness has grown countless, which is really a big gain.

"No wonder everyone loves being a Rogue Cultivator. Such huge profits would make the master painter cry." ’

Lin Sheng sighed in his heart, and suddenly saw the body of the monk Zhifou on the ground. His heart moved, and he stepped forward to touch the body. He remembered that there was nothing good in the storage bag of the monk Zhifu.

After looking through the storage bag, in addition to some elixir talismans and a few scriptures, there were also more than a dozen Low Grade spiritual stones. Apparently the monk had been saving them for a long time.

He doesn't even have a Law Weapon, he's really just a poor guy, and the dozen or so Low Grade spiritual stones have long been ignored, but it's better than nothing.

A few days later.

Lin Sheng took Lin Xiaojie to the Little Nameless Temple.

"Brother Lin, Master has gone out for something and is not in the temple." The two young monks ran to them excitedly.

Lin Sheng smiled and handed over the two packs of candies: "I won't be looking for your master today."

"Brother Lin, are you here to give us candies?" The little monks took the candies with happy faces and couldn't wait to remove the sugar coating and stuff them into their mouths.

Lin Sheng rubbed the head of the younger monk: "Brother will never come again."

The two young monks looked at Lin Sheng ignorantly: "Brother Lin, are you going to other cities?"

Lin Sheng smiled hoarsely, turned and left.

The two of them were walking along the path among the bamboos.

"Xiaojie, I can take care of this small temple in the future." Lin Sheng said softly.

Lin Xiaojie already had some guesses in his mind, and said with a grin: "Okay, fifth brother is indeed a person who worships the Buddha and has the heart of a Bodhisattva."

Lin Sheng turned his head and glared at Lin Xiaojie beside him, then took out a jade slip from his storage bag: "This is the Divine Ability on the iron piece. You can decide whether to practice it or not."

Lin Sheng did not burn the complete Divine Ability, but only took the 'anger' demonic formula.

"Practice! You must practice! Wouldn't it be foolish not to practice even if you have Divine Ability?" Lin Xiaojie looked excited and opened the jade slip to check it out.

"This, this, this is magic!"

"That's why I want you to think carefully. It's not that easy to be a Demonic Cultivator." Lin Sheng looked sideways at Lin Xiaojie; "In the future, your enemies will come knocking on your door. Maybe the third uncle will skin you and cramp you first."

"Fifth brother, don't scare me, you know I'm timid." Lin Xiaojie felt a chill running down his spine, and he couldn't help but tremble when he thought of the cruel family practices in his clan.

"Hey, okay, I won't go into the city, you go back."

While chatting, the two of them arrived at the city gate.

"Fifth brother, you want to..." Lin Xiaojie looked solemn.

Lin Sheng looked solemn: "The way to immortality lies in a fight, and I am going to fight for it."

"The carrier pigeon flew back yesterday, and Uncle Six is ​​already on his way. Why not wait until Uncle Six arrives before going?" Lin Xiaojie looked hesitant.

"Relying on family strength, this is not my Great Dao."

Lin Sheng looked arrogant and walked away with his sword. Behind him was Lin Xiaojie who was standing there with a face full of admiration.

After flying two miles away, Lin Sheng quickly landed.

‘I’m just kidding, won’t we really have to fight for opportunities when Uncle Six comes? ’

‘I just want to catch fish and practice my martial arts. Great opportunity, whoever wants to fight for it will fight for it! ’