Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price

  Chapter 641 I am the world

  Han Li was sweating profusely, and quickly distracted himself from checking the Buddhist territory in the south. He could feel that the number of black goats was rapidly accumulating.

  The black goat released by Wuming is composed of the breath of the demon, named "Heavenly Demon Head".

  The demon head hunted monks for food when he was in the Great Demon Heaven. After appearing in the hinterland of Buddhism, he immediately scattered in riots.

  Damotian's ecological chain is very simple.

  Monks, as the lowest level, live in the Buddhist land to worship the Buddha. The demon head is the opposite of the monks, as if transformed by hatred.

  Han Li had been in the Great Demon Heaven for thousands of years, in order to adapt to the environment, he had only been exposed to the Beast Pen Method, but it was only the most superficial part, and the traces of body and soul demonization had not yet spread.

  After he came to the world in the stomach, the celestial role worked and suppressed the celestial demonization.

  Han Li noticed that the Buddhist sect's countermeasures were ingenious, directly choosing to sacrifice a large number of monks to be devoured by the demon head.

   Obviously, Buddhism is aware of the destruction of Taoism.

  The island suspended in mid-air moved and flew towards the north. At the same time, countless palaces of flesh and blood were born, giving birth to monks.

  The situation is indeed as Zhou Zuosan expected.

  The Supreme Heavenly Demon completely corrupted this world and completely became the **** of the Three Dao Patriarchs.

  The Jail Hall quietly watched the changes, witnessed the unspeakable alienation in the world, and the herd of black goats swept almost every corner of the world.

  After the destruction of the Taoist sect, in just twenty years, the ecology of the world was destroyed, and heretical sects had to hide deep underground, in the shelter left behind by the Jail Hall.

  Zhou Zuosan tried to slow down the speed of the Buddhist invasion, but to no avail.

  He felt deep despair. The Three Dao Ancestors in the clouds were like colossal giants, and they were beyond the control of mortals.

  Boom boom boom...

  The movement of heaven and earth breaking intensified.

  The Supreme Heavenly Demon soared above the clouds, and opened its mouth to spit out black and yellow intertwined breaths, most of which were Heavenly Demon breaths, mixed with a small amount of Buddha breath.

   It can be seen from this that the state of the supreme demon is unstable.

  The figure in the cloud is looming, and the hideous and terrifying **** mouth made of hundreds of millions of creatures is wriggling slightly.

  Han Li's words that "The Ancient Buddha of Burning Lamp will be separated from the Supreme Demon" do not seem to be a lie, the Supreme Demon is indeed splitting.

  Under the scouring of the heavenly demon breath, no matter whether mountains, rivers, vegetation, rocks, or rocks, are undergoing indescribable flesh and blood.

  The number of black goats has surged, and the dense crowd is suffocating.

  Even though Zhou Zuosan discovered the flaws of the Supreme Demon, he still couldn't change the result, and the Dao of Heaven was like a mountain on his shoulders.

  The heavenly demon's breath seeped into the soil, and the smell of blood permeated. Vessel-like vegetation can be seen everywhere. The environment in this world is already very different.

  The Jail Hall seems safe in the world in the stomach, but in fact it all depends on Ren Qing.

  Ren Qing is currently in closed-door retreat, and the location is unknown, but it must be buried deep underground. Sooner or later, the earth will become a breeding ground for black goats.

  Once the heavenly demon's breath interferes with Ren Qing, it will definitely be affected.

  If it goes mad, the world in the stomach cannot survive alone. In the worst case, at least half of the hundreds of millions of creatures will be killed or injured.

  The Jail Hall wants to ensure that Ren Qing's retreat goes smoothly, so it can only actively attract attention.

  Blood flowed from Zhou Zuosan's mouth, the high temperature emitted by his brain caused the floor tiles to start to dissolve, and his thinking also exceeded his own upper limit.

  The gods and gods were silent, they did not exit the temple, and endured the high temperature.

   "One hundred years, at most one hundred years."

   Zhou Zuosan said in a hoarse voice, and then countless information flooded into their minds. It was an extremely complicated magic weapon.

  The main material turned out to be thousands of worm roots buried deep in Tiangong.

   "Let's do it this way, we can't wait to die, can we?"

   Song Zongwu seemed very open-minded. After thousands of years of ups and downs, he didn't feel any regrets when he looked back, even if he was going to die in the hands of the Supreme Demon.

   "Heavenly."

   "The way of heaven can be seen but not touched."

   "This old man has really had trouble with the Dao of Heaven in this life, and he is a worm of the Dao of Heaven, and he is some kind of supreme demon, hahaha..."

  Tian Daozi took a sip of fine wine, and said while half drunk and half awake, his eyes were dim and he didn't know what he was thinking, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

  Realist Yuhua was a little embarrassed, and the insect tail was entrenched under him.

"also."

  Mu Yi nodded, and stood in the corner with Miss Bai holding a sword.

  Li Yaoyang said relaxedly: "I have raised the Gu worms for thousands of years, and this time I can finally see the light of day."

  The ghoul has no expression on his face: "The underworld has no objection, it has already died once anyway."

  All the Sun and Moon Immortals agreed one after another, their relationship with the world in their stomach is at stake, and they are the least qualified to choose to escape.

  The Immortals seemed to be reminiscing about old friends they hadn't seen for a long time, as if they didn't care about the troubles brought by the Heavenly Dao, and then they left one after another.

   Zhou Zuosan conveyed the information about the magic weapon, which can be said to be unprecedented.

  The Magical Artifact is enough to reach the Immortal Corpse Dissolving Immortal. It may be a little bit reluctant to fight against the Dao of Heaven, but it should not be a big problem to protect yourself from the erosion of the Supreme Heavenly Demon.

  But they all know that the Supreme Demon is just an appetizer.

  The creation of the supreme demon is derived from the moral god, but the actions of the three ancestors are definitely not aimed at the prison hall, they are not qualified.

  After all the gods and gods in the temple left, the refining weapon was also quietly unfolded.

  Only Dameng Daoist remained in Yichongtian, he stared at Zhou Zuosan and asked, "Xiao San'er, is the abnormality of Sandaozu related to Ren Qing?"

  Zhou Zuosan fell into a daze, and answered after a long time: "I don't know..."

  He wanted to be vague, but said dejectedly: "Everything shows that the goal of the Three Daozu is Ren Qing."

  In fact, even if Zhou Zuosan didn't tell others about his guess, Song Zongwudeng also knew it in his heart, but he didn't say it clearly.

  Even if they know that after leaving the world in the stomach, their confidence in survival will be higher, but they still choose to live and die together.

   Dameng Daoist stopped asking any more questions, and walked out of the palace after taking a look at Zhou Zuosan.

  The entire Jail Hall was in operation, refining magic weapons with the efficiency of racing against time, and all kinds of resources used could be piled up into mountains.

   According to the estimate made on Wednesday.

  The jailer’s hall had to use half of the resources of the Dream Pavilion on magic weapons, and countless monks were used. Even mortals couldn’t be idle, and a large number of auxiliary spiritual things were planted.

   Seeing this, Zhou Zuosan replaced part of the manpower with puppets manufactured in advance, so as not to make mistakes day and night, which would cause errors in the magic weapon.

  The Jail Hall cooperated with the Heavenly Court and quickly reached an agreement with each other.

  Although their refining styles are different, under the guidance of Zhou Zuosan, they were able to complement and benefit each other, and the refining efficiency was extremely high.

  In just a hundred days, the prototype of the magic weapon has been revealed.

  A keel-shaped spine stands beside Wuwei City like a mountain, about 100 meters long, and tens of thousands of monks are scattered all over the surface.

  Birds and beasts transport resources, and the island in the center of the lake has a refining furnace that is always on day and night, billowing thick smoke.

   There is a sticky jelly substance similar to bone marrow in the middle of the spine, which is refined from the spirit veins of the root of the ghost, exuding a strong ghost essence.

  The current progress of the refiner is not even one ten thousandth.

  The craftsman needs to perfect the magic weapon meticulously, and shape the keel bit by bit until it meets Zhou Zuosan's expectations.

   Zhou Zuo San was also extremely busy.

  He proofreads the magic weapon all the time, any mistake may lead to a failure, and even affect the world in the stomach.

  When there was a deviation in the refining of the magic weapon, Zhou Zuosan modified the refining steps to guide the final shape to not deviate.

  The data he analyzes every breath, even the brain in the third stage, is still a bit overwhelmed, but the soul occasionally goes out of control, and it must be supported by pills.

  Ordinary people have to serve the refining equipment throughout their lives, and monks are the same, even immortals cannot avoid it.

   Fortunately, with the support of the time flow of the world in the stomach, at least there is still time.

  Fifty years later, a mysterious pillar appeared next to the wine lake, with countless cumbersome lines engraved on the surface, and a large number of monks were busy on the top, and it would not take long to break through a thousand meters.

  The magic weapon is named "Buzhou Mountain", and the inscription is completely taken over by the gods, just to make the lines closer to the trunk of the Tiandao tree.

  The functionality of Buzhou Mountain is mainly to use Youyuan to assimilate the environment, as well as a defensive magic circle.

  Zhou Zuosan never thought of using Buzhou Mountain to fight back against the Dao of Heaven, and only wanted to protect himself by refining the weapon.

  He looked at the Heavenly Dao Tree in the center of the world in his stomach. The transformation of the Heavenly Dao Tree never stopped, but it became more and more weird and unpredictable.

  No one knows Ren Qing's state, why the promotion to heaven is so tortuous.

  Even if you get stuck in a bottleneck, it's impossible for thousands of years to have no shadows, right? Could it be that the promotion to the Heavenly Dao has already gone mad and failed?

  As Buzhou Mountain takes shape, it gradually reveals the horror that surpasses Shijiexian.

  Thousands of ghost roots inside the magic weapon merged into one, and the concentration of Youyuan directly rose to the level of the Earth Immortal. Even if there were immortal gods to block Buzhou Mountain, the leaked Youyuan still caused the environment of the Three Realms to change suddenly.

  This is still an incomplete Buzhou Mountain.

  Zhou Zuo San During this period, the body and soul are approaching the limit.

  Although the brain is covered by magic artifacts, the brain tissue has already rotted, and black spots appear inside and outside the brain, causing an unpleasant rancid smell to permeate the palace.

  Except for the maintenance craftsman, only Da Meng Daoist knew about Zhou Zuosan's situation.

   Dameng Daoist persuaded Zhou Zuosan more than once that there was no need to keep the external magic weapon running, the brain couldn't bear it at all.

  But Zhou Zuosan didn't listen at all, he would rather the alienation of the three souls and seven souls get out of control.

  After a hundred years of refining, after Bu Zhoushan barely finished, Zhou Zuosan's brain had swelled to a size of 100 meters, and the number of external magical weapons increased and increased in weight, which made his neck also have to undergo magical transformation.

   Zhou Zuosan didn't hesitate too much, his vitality was too weak to allow time to be wasted.

   Directly through the doorway, Buzhou Mountain was moved to the north-south rift outside, followed by several magical towns.

  Buzhou Mountain stands above the crack.

  Like the essence of Youyuan gushing out, the fleshy mountains, rocks, plants and trees suddenly retracted.

  The moment the flesh and blood of the soil disappears, greenery sprouts, and Buzhou Mountain also gives birth to rare treasures that can increase the secluded essence.

  Buzhou Mountain stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and the black goat will die if touched.

   "Come on Heaven, come on!!"

  Zhou Zuosan roared unwillingly.

  Eighteen towns are connected into one body, surrounding Buzhou Mountain, forming an extremely tight line of defense, and immortal gods sit on the top of the city wall.

  And Buzhou Mountain has the power of the Heavenly Dao Tree, and the Xianghuo Fairy can also be born.

  A fairy **** turns into a huge phantom of 100 meters, which is the accumulation of tens of thousands of years in the world in the stomach, and it is here to fight against the supreme demon.

  The distorted face of the Supreme Demon emerges from the clouds, one-third is the Buddha's face, two-thirds is the devil's face, mixed with countless sheep's hooves, accompanied by the creepy sheep's cry.

  After he noticed the battle in the Jail Hall, he didn't show any emotion.

  For Tiandao, Buzhou Mountain is like a mosquito that landed on the back of his hand. Although it will affect the progress of the demonization, it is harmless after all.

  The Supreme Heavenly Demon withdrew his head, and the Heavenly Demon's aura was still raging.

  All the immortals held their breath and stared at the clouds, only to hear the intensive sheep bleating in the distance, and the tsunami was coming towards Buzhou Mountain.

  The tsunami is made up of black goats, their limbs are entangled, and some individuals are constantly squeezed into minced meat.

   Zhou Zuosan exhaled, his eyes relieved.

  The Heavenly Demon's aura has been restrained, which shows that the Supreme Heavenly Demon decided to get rid of Buzhou Mountain, which is not a threat, but also affects everything.

  Buzhou Mountain is a magic weapon at the corpse level, if you really let it go, it can purify hundreds of thousands of miles of land within ten years.

  The black goat tsunami arrived in a blink of an eye, hitting the city wall heavily.

   Cracks spread.

  The monk defending the city was not afraid, picked up the flesh and blood tentacles extending from Buzhou Mountain, and stabbed them into the back of the head, receiving continuous blessings of You Yuan.

  The gun barrels of tens of meters were directed towards the black goats, and the Youyuan was compressed into ammunition, which fell into the tsunami and set off countless rubble.

  The demon veins are all head-wearing magic weapons, which remotely control the giant puppets to fall outside the city.

  The puppet named Giant Spirit God kills hundreds of black goats every time it strikes, but the whole body is also covered with flocks.

   There is also the cultivator Tiandao of the insect vein, holding a sword tomb shaped like a tombstone, and can control hundreds of flying swords to defend against black goats.

  Boom boom boom...

  A crack opened in the center of the town, and hundreds of fortresses floated into the air.

  During the flames, the smoke and dust filled the hundreds of miles outside the city.

  Thousands of years in the development of the world in the stomach, various war machines have been manufactured, and the types that can be preserved to this day have all been verified by war.

  Bu Zhoushan's terrifying firepower suppressed the attack of the black goat for a while.

  However, the black goats are endless, and the tsunami can't see the edge, almost forming a hood, wrapping Buzhou Mountain in it, leaving only a small gap on the top of the head, and the clouds can be seen.

  After the black goat died, the remaining limbs were eaten up by the same kind, so that the surviving individuals were improving their strength without limit.

   "Meh..."

   Within ten days, the first earth fairy black goat was born in the tsunami.

  The five-kilometer body covered the sky and the sun, and the breath from his mouth almost broke through the magic circle, and the most important thing was that it was still getting stronger.

   "Let me come, it's time for the old bones to warm up."

  Chen Changsheng stood up, and the moment his flesh turned blue, his body swelled and turned into a poisonous giant, punching and breaking the horns.

   "Take care."

  Tian Daozi raised his glass and sprinkled it, the wine turned into mist and dispersed.

  After Chen Changsheng left the town, his feet were covered with black goats, and his flesh and blood were gnawed crazily. Even if he was killed with venom, the heavenly devil's aura tirelessly penetrated into his pores.

   It can be said that even if Chen Changsheng returns to Buzhou Mountain now, his corroded body will indirectly cause death and injury to his colleagues.

   "I am Chen Changsheng..."

  Chen Changsheng stomped hard, turning a kilometer into a pool of poison.

  After he sits in Buzhou Mountain, the black goat is not an enemy at all, and every drop of venom will produce hundreds of millions of corpses.

  But Chen Changsheng knew that the heavenly demon breath in his body could not be dispelled at all.

  Seeing the cheering look of the city guard monks, he gritted his teeth and persisted. His memory seemed to return to the experience when he had just ascended from the well, leading his disciples to establish the Jail Hall.

   "Die, bug."

  Chen Changsheng concentrated the heavenly devil's breath in his left arm, and then cut it off with all his strength, trying to keep his combat power unaffected as much as possible.

  One year...Two years...Three years...

   During the fifth year when Chen Changsheng left the city.

  An unbelievable thing happened to tens of millions of monks in the city. The Patriarch of the Jail Hall was once again submerged by the tsunami, but this time he didn't have the strength to move the sheep away.

  Buzhou Mountain is completely silent.

   For a long time, in the eyes of ordinary monks, fairy gods are immortal existences. They never thought that they would die.

   "Hahaha, old friend of longevity, I have been waiting for a long time."

  Tian Daozi drank the wine in one gulp, and the moment he stepped outside the city, he split into thousands of figures, controlling the overwhelming flying swords.

  The monks realized that this disaster was completely death without life.

  The disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple showed grief and shouted in unison: "Tao begets Tao, Wuwei Tao, disciple respectfully sends patriarch!!"

   "It's really a pleasure."

  Tian Daozi waved his hand, a gap appeared in the tsunami, and within the time the sword energy stayed, no amount of black goats could heal it.

  The sword aura is in the shape of a tornado.

  The sound of gunfire continued, accompanied by the mantra of the disciples of Wuwei Taoist Temple.

  Tian Daozi procrastinated for three years longer than Chen Changsheng, and died after leaving the city for eight years. However, the overall strength of the black goat is still rising.

  Song Zongwu opened his eyes, and was about to replace Tian Daozi, but his shoulders were pressed by Li Yaoyang, who pointed to his eight eyes with a smile.

  Li Yaoyang exploded, his body and soul turned into countless Gu worms.

   Gu worms are related to life, once there is a large-scale casualty, he can't live alone.

  Li Yaoyang persisted for seven years. At this time, the black goat flock could not be defeated by only one fairy god, so the heavenly court began to send out sun and moon immortals to cooperate.

  Compared to the Immortals of the Jail Hall, it is difficult for the Sun and Moon Immortals to sacrifice their lives for righteousness. They usually bury a strand of remnant soul under the root of the Heavenly Dao Tree.

  The black goat completely enveloped Buzhou Mountain, and the intensified movement could still be heard inside.

  ...

   I don't know how long it has passed, but the tide of black goats has gradually receded.

  The Supreme Heavenly Demon in the mid-air disappeared, and the face of the Three Daozu was revealed, and he scanned every inch of the land with strange eyes.

  Lingbao Tianzun pinched Dao Jue, and said lightly: "I can smell its breath."

  Yuanshi Tianzun smiled at the corner of his mouth, playing with the banned supreme demon in his hand: "The two Daoist priests chased more than a dozen large and small worlds, and it was not easy to catch them in this layout."

   "Although it was incomplete when I encountered the nameless fog, you and I worked together to crush it into powder. I thought it would be used as a medicine, but I didn't expect it to run away."

   Daode Tianzun was overjoyed, as if reaching into the grass, rummaging through the corpses.

   "Hey, someone is still alive."

  They blew away the corpse, revealing Buzhou Mountain which was still intact.

  Song Zongwu's whole body was covered with hollows, his body nearly 10,000 meters blocked Buzhou Mountain, and thousands of arms were withered and mutilated, except for the arm protecting his chest tightly clenched.

   "Kill kill kill kill..."

  Dao Dao Tianzun pushed away Song Zongwu, who was weak, and said with a little regret: "It's just a handicapped ghost with no consciousness."

   "If the real body comes, you can become a Dharma God who protects the mountain."

  The words of their conversation seemed to have never cared about this world at all, and it was just a trap set for something from beginning to end.

   "Three Taoist ancestors, I'm afraid they didn't come to look for me?"

  San Daozu looked at the source of the sound, a man with his legs crossed and his eyes closed.

  Ren Qing's expression didn't know whether he liked it or not, and the aura he exuded still didn't reach the heavenly way, but it was mixed with a chaotic and disorderly aura.

   "The nameless fog..."

   Daode Tianzun stared at Ren Qing, as if looking at a treasure.

  Lingbao Tianzun said pitifully: "I thought you would be able to recover a little bit of strength given enough time, but you still haven't taken that step."

  Yuanshi Tianzun shook his head and said: "Even if you achieve the Dao, it is impossible to escape."

  "When the nameless mist, which represents chaos and formlessness, merges with mortals in order to protect itself, it is impossible to struggle anymore."

  Ren Qing didn't feel flustered, and changed to a reclining position.

   "Taishang Daozu, I have a question for you."

  Dao Dao Tianzun couldn't help being interested, nodded and said: "Interesting, let's talk."

   "Is the supreme demon born from your body?"

  Three Daozu looked at each other, obviously surprised by Ren Qing's words, but at the same time felt something inexplicably wrong.

  Ren Qing suddenly realized: "So it is."

   "Then everything makes sense, thank you Daozu for clarifying the confusion."

  Ren Qing has been unable to figure it out.

  If the Three Dao Patriarchs were different from my own cognition, then what was the indescribable thing I saw when I climbed the fairy ladder?

  The purpose of the three ancestors is to find something, and the method of distributing jailers seems superfluous.

  The previous conjecture that San Daozu tried to restore the world is completely nonsense.

  After Ren Qing got the answer from Daode Tianzun, he immediately realized that the so-called nameless fog turned into four copies after death.

  The Nameless Mist came to this world 20,000 years ago and deliberately imitated the Three Dao Patriarchs to give birth to three strange and inexplicable offspring.

  respectively, the false Lingbao Tianzun "creeping chaos", the false Yuanshi Tianzun "all things return to one" and the false moral Tianzun "the mother of all things".

  The information flow is the consciousness of the nameless fog, but it is hidden in Ren Qing, which may also be related to the particularity of the soul of the traverser.

  The Three Evil Gods are responsible for spreading the Jail Law and confusing the public by the way.

  Fearing that the nameless fog would escape, he removed some mortals 20,000 years ago, and then completely sealed off this world.

  When the time is right, the nameless fog will give birth to the supreme demon again.

   Deliberately let the supreme demon ascend to test the three patriarchs, but in fact, he secretly kept Chen Cang and accelerated Ren Qing's growth with the help of information flow.

  In the end, the Supreme Demon became a **** of the Three Daozu, and it was also the bargaining chip for the nameless fog to attract the Three Daozu to this world.

  The reason why the ancestors of the Three Daoists had concerns was probably because they did not come here in real body, so it was difficult to suppress the nameless mist that fled one after another.

  As for Buddhism, they are passively involved poor creatures from beginning to end.

   "It's no wonder that when you comprehend the method of ascending to immortality, your soul sinks into the ground. You three ancestors are obviously geniuses outside the sky, right?"

   "The disasters of thunder and high temperature were originally intended to kill the Three Evil Gods."

  Ren Qing patted the dust and stood up, his body dissipated with the wind like smoke, and San Daozu's face suddenly became very ugly.

  San Daozu soared into the sky without hesitation.

  They are laying out the nameless fog, so why not the nameless fog.

  This world has long been refined by the nameless mist, which is equivalent to the stomach of the world.

  When the Three Dao Patriarchs came to this world, it meant that the nameless mist's plan had succeeded and swallowed up Dao Patriarch's avatar.

   "The Nameless Mist!!"

  The sky closed, and countless tentacles of flesh and blood grabbed the three ancestors and dragged them directly into the depths of the ground.

  The world full of corpses began to change.

  The sea of ​​wine roared in, one after another mountain peaks drilled out of the ground, and the scarlet sun hung high in the sky, emitting hot sunlight.

  Familiar towns are revealed, and Buzhou Mountain falls apart and is replaced by Tiandao Tree.

  Ren Qing's voice echoed.

   "The nameless fog..."

   "Forget it, I'll call it information flow."

   "When I am promoted to Heaven, the information flow wants to take away my consciousness."

   "But it's a pity, how can I die because of this, even if I suffer thousands of years of torture, my consciousness will not be shaken in the slightest."

   "After all... I am not alone."

  Ren Qing's consciousness slowly opened the palm of Song Zongwu's chest, which was full of bones left by immortals and gods.

   Song Zong resisted the tide of black goats and collected the bones of immortal gods. He survived the last twenty years by himself.

  The white bones floated towards the Heavenly Dao Tree, as if they were dots of galaxies in the infinite, and one can see that one after another thoughts are intertwined with each other.

   Immediately, the fruit of heaven gave birth to a baby, and the roots of the tree gradually condensed with incense and fire immortals.

  Babies were crying in the town, and the creatures in the world in the stomach returned one after another.

  Ren Qing withdrew his consciousness, his planet-like body was in the boundless void, and in the distance were stars revolving around the sun.

   "Run away, run away, so as not to be targeted by the Three Daozu again."

  (end of this chapter)