Cultivation of Immortality

Guangxin was kicked out.

Lingzhenzi carefully moved the black bell, which was less than two inches high, and hung it above Zhui'er's head. As Lingzhenzi continued to move, the small bell began to rotate. It did not rotate very fast, but But it is strange that it makes those who watch it feel dazzled. It was at this moment that Guangxin, who was hiding hundreds of feet away, hurriedly withdrew his spiritual consciousness. In his feeling, the little bell had turned into a magnet with an increasingly strong attraction. Of course, it attracted the spiritual consciousness. Consciousness, or soul breath, if you don't take back your spiritual consciousness in time, I'm afraid it will be sucked away in the next moment.

Ling Zhenzi changed the magic formula in his hand, and immediately a drop-shaped black hammer appeared in the bell. This hammer was suspended there and was not connected to the bell. Now was the critical moment. As long as As soon as the battering ram hit the wall of the bell, the disciple's life or death was decided.

Zhui'er was already extremely depressed at this time, and his breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was making a final struggle.

Lingzhenzi slowly stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed it towards the battering ram.

The battering ram didn't move! Lingzhenzi's eyes widened in astonishment. He had used this treasure of his second senior brother before. Logically speaking, this would never happen. Just when he was confused, the bell flew back to his hand, and his heart In the flash of lightning, Lingzhenzi hurriedly collected his energy and quietly floated to the side. He realized that this was the action of his master Hengguan Xianzun or a certain uncle in the feather stage.

Lingzhenzi's guess was correct. As soon as he floated aside, two ancient runes appeared out of thin air in front of Zhui'er. One of the two runes was pure white and the other was gray-black. The strokes of the white runes were extremely complicated. The gray and black one only has three strokes.

The moment the two runes were condensed, all the disciples in Wuyu Peak and below in the middle stage of Yuan Ying felt inexplicably in a trance. However, the feeling was fleeting and most people didn't pay much attention to it. Only a few people were aware of it. At this point, someone is casting an extremely mysterious spell.

White runes were printed on Zhui'er's heart, and black runes were printed on his forehead.

"Break it." It was a calm voice.

"Ah!" Zhui'er suddenly opened his eyes. There was confusion, confusion, and astonishment in his wide eyes.

"Master!" Lingzhenzi finally dared to speak.

"Go ahead." His master did not show up, but gave a brief instruction.

Ling Zhenzi bowed and quietly retreated, taking with him Guang Xin who was guarding the distance.

It took a while for Zhui'er to regain his composure. He didn't even notice the existence of Ling Zhenzi. After he regained consciousness, he didn't move at all. The only thing that changed was his eyes. Now there was only one look in his eyes, and that was reminiscence.

After a full meal, he breathed out gently, but his brows were still furrowed. He weakly crawled to the table, grabbed a fruit, and ate it. After eating two in a row, He grabbed the third one, took a bite, and then narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into thought.

"what's on your mind?"

The sudden sound frightened Zhui'er, and he dropped half of the fruit in his hand to the ground.

"Who are you?" He searched around with eyes full of fear. As soon as he turned around, a strange person appeared on the bunk. He said he was strange because he couldn't tell how old he was at first glance.

Looking up, this person has a face like a crown jewel, with black hair and no beard. He looks like a handsome young man in his twenties. But at a second glance, you will think that is not the case at all. This person must be at least several thousand years old. It feels so weird.

Hengguan Immortal Lord did not answer Zhui'er's question after he appeared. He just looked at Zhui'er quietly with questioning eyes, obviously waiting for Zhui'er to answer his question.

"I'm thinking... about this." The look in the other person's eyes made Zhui'er involuntarily answer honestly. He didn't know how to express what he was thinking, so he stretched out his index finger and drew a vertical line in the air, then pointed towards Draw a small arc on the left, and then the finger stopped there, with a look of thought in his eyes again.

Hengguan Immortal Master knew that he was going to draw the two runes he had condensed, so he shook his head slightly and said, "Stop thinking about this. Tell me what you were thinking before you fell into meditation."

"What I'm thinking about is whether God exists or not." Zhui'er avoided the gaze of Immortal Hengguan and kept turning his eyes back and forth.

"Then there was a flash of inspiration? What did you catch?" Hengguan Immortal showed great interest.

A look of confusion suddenly appeared in Zhui'er's eyes, "I seemed to have caught something at the time, but... now I can't remember it at all, and then... then for some reason..." He covered his head with both hands in pain. , it seems that I don’t know how to express it.

"Okay, I know what it feels like to be lost in meditation. Don't think about that feeling anymore, otherwise you will worry about your path being cut off."

"Yes..." Zhui'er's scattered eyes slowly condensed.

"So, have you gained anything from thinking about the existence of God?" Hengguan Immortal Lord tried to guide him to recall more things.

"Yes..." Zhui'er tried hard to recall. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything, then frowned again. After another moment of burning incense, he looked at Looking at the sky outside the window, he said, "I think God should exist, but it..." At this point, Zhui'er stopped again, with a look of uneasiness on his face.

"But how is it?" Hengguan Immortal Lord asked patiently with a smile.

Zhui'er avoided his gaze again, twisted her fingers and said, "I vaguely feel something bad, but I can't tell what it is."

Immortal Hengguan stopped smiling and asked calmly, "Then do you think you should continue to think about it?"

Zhui'er crouched on the ground and admitted his mistake, "Disciple knows that it is far from time to think about these problems. All the senior brothers have repeatedly warned us that I was confused for a while and I will not dare to do it again in the future."

Hengguan Immortal Master used his spiritual power to lift him up, looked at him with deep eyes and said, "This is indeed how it should be for ordinary Kairong disciples, but since you can fall into the sea of ​​meditation, you cannot be restrained by ordinary rules. Yes, if you think you should think about it, then go ahead.”

Zhui'er looked at this strange man in surprise, blinked a few times, and then asked in a low voice, "May I ask which generation of master you are? Disciples also know how to pay respect."

Immortal Lord Hengguan smiled slightly and said, "If you can figure out what you want to think about, you will be qualified to know who I am." After that, his figure disappeared.

Zhui'er hurriedly looked at the sky and bowed, and then he knelt there in a daze. After a long time, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and then he got up and walked to the table, took a piece of fruit, and slowly ate it. Guangxin was kicked out.

Lingzhenzi carefully moved the black bell, which was less than two inches high, and hung it above Zhui'er's head. As Lingzhenzi continued to move, the small bell began to rotate. It did not rotate very fast, but But it is strange that it makes those who watch it feel dazzled. It was at this moment that Guangxin, who was hiding hundreds of feet away, hurriedly withdrew his spiritual consciousness. In his feeling, the little bell had turned into a magnet with an increasingly strong attraction. Of course, it attracted the spiritual consciousness. Consciousness, or soul breath, if you don't take back your spiritual consciousness in time, I'm afraid it will be sucked away in the next moment.

Ling Zhenzi changed the magic formula in his hand, and immediately a drop-shaped black hammer appeared in the bell. This hammer was suspended there and was not connected to the bell. Now was the critical moment. As long as As soon as the battering ram hit the wall of the bell, the disciple's life or death was decided.

Zhui'er was already extremely depressed at this time, and his breathing was rapid and heavy, as if he was making a final struggle.

Lingzhenzi slowly stretched out the index finger of his left hand and pointed it towards the battering ram.

The battering ram didn't move! Lingzhenzi's eyes widened in astonishment. He had used this treasure of his second senior brother before. Logically speaking, this would never happen. Just when he was confused, the bell flew back to his hand, and his heart In the flash of lightning, Lingzhenzi hurriedly collected his energy and quietly floated to the side. He realized that this was the action of his master Hengguan Xianzun or a certain uncle in the feather stage.

Lingzhenzi's guess was correct. As soon as he floated aside, two ancient runes appeared out of thin air in front of Zhui'er. One of the two runes was pure white and the other was gray-black. The strokes of the white runes were extremely complicated. The gray and black one only has three strokes.

The moment the two runes were condensed, all the disciples in Wuyu Peak and below in the middle stage of Yuan Ying felt inexplicably in a trance. However, the feeling was fleeting and most people didn't pay much attention to it. Only a few people were aware of it. At this point, someone is casting an extremely mysterious spell.

White runes were printed on Zhui'er's heart, and black runes were printed on his forehead.

"Break it." It was a calm voice.

"Ah!" Zhui'er suddenly opened his eyes. There was confusion, confusion, and astonishment in his wide eyes.

"Master!" Lingzhenzi finally dared to speak.

"Go ahead." His master did not show up, but gave a brief instruction.

Ling Zhenzi bowed and quietly retreated, taking with him Guang Xin who was guarding the distance.

It took a while for Zhui'er to regain his composure. He didn't even notice the existence of Ling Zhenzi. After he calmed down, he didn't move at all. The only thing that changed was his eyes. Now there was only one look in his eyes, and that was reminiscence.

After a full meal, he breathed out gently, but his brows were still furrowed. He weakly crawled to the table, grabbed a fruit, and ate it. After eating two in a row, He grabbed the third one, took a bite, and then narrowed his eyes slightly and fell into thought.

"what's on your mind?"

The sudden sound frightened Zhui'er, and he dropped half of the fruit in his hand to the ground.

"Who are you?" He searched around with eyes full of fear. As soon as he turned around, a strange person appeared on the bunk. He said he was strange because he couldn't tell how old he was at first glance.

Looking up, this person has a face like a crown jewel, with black hair and no beard. He looks like a handsome young man in his twenties. But at a second glance, you will think that is not the case at all. This person must be at least several thousand years old. It feels so weird.

Hengguan Immortal Lord did not answer Zhui'er's question after he appeared. He just looked at Zhui'er quietly with questioning eyes, obviously waiting for Zhui'er to answer his question.

"I'm thinking... about this." The look in the other person's eyes made Zhui'er involuntarily answer honestly. He didn't know how to express what he was thinking, so he stretched out his index finger and drew a vertical line in the air, then pointed towards Draw a small arc on the left, and then the finger stopped there, with a look of thought in his eyes again.

Hengguan Immortal Master knew that he was going to draw the two runes he had condensed, so he shook his head slightly and said, "Stop thinking about this. Tell me what you were thinking before you fell into meditation."

"What I'm thinking about is whether God exists or not." Zhui'er avoided the gaze of Immortal Hengguan and kept turning his eyes back and forth.

"Then there was a flash of inspiration? What did you catch?" Hengguan Immortal showed great interest.

A look of confusion suddenly appeared in Zhui'er's eyes, "I seemed to have caught something at the time, but... now I can't remember it at all, and then... then for some reason..." He covered his head with both hands in pain. , it seems that I don’t know how to express it.

"Okay, I know what it feels like to be lost in meditation. Don't think about that feeling anymore, otherwise you will worry about your path being cut off."

"Yes..." Zhui'er's scattered eyes slowly condensed.

"So, have you gained anything from thinking about the existence of God?" Hengguan Immortal Lord tried to guide him to recall more things.

"Yes..." Zhui'er tried hard to recall. After a while, his eyes suddenly lit up. He opened his mouth but didn't say anything, then frowned again. After another moment of burning incense, he looked at Looking at the sky outside the window, he said, "I think God should exist, but it..." At this point, Zhui'er stopped again, with a look of uneasiness on his face.

"But how is it?" Hengguan Immortal Lord asked patiently with a smile.

Zhui'er avoided his gaze again, twisted her fingers and said, "I vaguely feel something bad, but I can't tell what it is."

Immortal Hengguan stopped smiling and asked calmly, "Then do you think you should continue to think about it?"

Zhui'er crouched on the ground and admitted his mistake, "Disciple knows that it is far from time to think about these problems. All the senior brothers have repeatedly warned us that I was confused for a while and I will not dare to do it again in the future."

Hengguan Immortal Master used his spiritual power to lift him up, looked at him with deep eyes and said, "This is indeed how it should be for ordinary Kairong disciples, but since you can fall into the sea of ​​meditation, you cannot be restrained by ordinary rules. Yes, if you think you should think about it, then go ahead.”

Zhui'er looked at this strange man in surprise, blinked a few times, and then asked in a low voice, "May I ask which generation of master you are? Disciples also know how to pay respect."

Immortal Lord Hengguan smiled slightly and said, "If you can figure out what you want to think about, you will be qualified to know who I am." After that, his figure disappeared.

Zhui'er hurriedly looked at the sky and bowed, and then he knelt there in a daze. After a long time, a trace of clarity flashed in his eyes, and then he got up and walked to the table, took a piece of fruit, and slowly ate it.