Enter the Immortal Cultivation

For all the actions of the immortals, the Immortal Alliance only speculated based on the little information obtained from the exiled immortals and the dragon clan and the common characteristics of animals.

However, just that little information makes people feel creepy.

The world of immortals is definitely not peaceful, happy, and free.

On the contrary, the ultimate picture of this universe implies that the immortals are not happy.

An immortal finally achieved immortality and got rid of the limitation of time on life, so what will he do next?

Maybe some immortals really live in seclusion and live a happy life? Because this "group" lacks commonality, it is not surprising to see any "singularity". However, based on the "habits" of the ancient magic cultivation in Shenzhou and the various behaviors of the exiled immortals, what they want next is power.

When they were mortals, people could shout: "Thousands of roads, thousands of magic spells, I only ask one question, 'Can I get immortality?'" But the immortals who have already achieved immortality need more power to defend the immortality fruit in their hands.

This requires that they are stronger than anyone else.

"Stronger than anyone else" is actually very difficult. And this universe has existed for more than 40 billion years. In 40 billion years, how many immortals can be born on this time scale? How powerful is the oldest immortal in existence?

If the accumulation speed of immortals becoming stronger is a linear process, even if the growth is very slow, it is enough for many strong people to grow up.

Of course, many immortals do not know this. However, they have traveled through many worlds. They should know the antiquity of the universe.

If the imaginary "antiques" are the enemy, what should the new immortals do?

The answer is plunder.

Plunder wisdom from civilization and plunder power from planets.

In terms of probability, this is the daily life of immortals.

In addition, immortals are mostly the kind of people who "do whatever they want immediately". They act without scruples. There is no need to compromise or go against their own wishes. They are immortals. For them, if they have to live forever in an unhappy way for a long time, it is better not to practice and die happily.

If the immortals have a stable organization, it is most likely formed under the pressure of a powerful individual.

As for why that powerful individual wants to form a stable organization... who knows? Maybe that powerful individual likes it?

Immortals are such creatures. "I like" can be the biggest reason.

Just like what the Yuanying period cultivator of Tianshulou said. Kill if you want to kill. Save if you want to save, no other reasons are needed.

And who dares to bet his life on the mood of a group with uncertain minds?

This is probably the reason why the dragon clan rejects "immortal beasts".

The goal of the Immortal Alliance is to have the power to make those "immortal beasts" dare not have the idea of ​​"killing".

For the Holy Emperor, the refugees of Linghuang Island are animals. He wants to save them now, but he may want to kill them at any time. If these tens of thousands of people all have the power of the fusion period, how dare the Holy Emperor treat them as animals?

But now. The life and death of this group of mortals still depends on the Holy Emperor.

Or perhaps, the Holy Emperor has begun to "sharpen his knives for the pigs and sheep".

Thinking of the mysterious disappearance of millions of people, Wang Qi also felt a little heavy. He passed the order to Lian Xinjie and Lian Xinling through a specific magic weapon.

"Inquire about the mortals on the island who worship gods and the missing people."

Lian Xinjie pressed the jade pendant on his waist, and Lian Xinling touched a hairpin at the back of his head, smiling bitterly.

This magic weapon was given to them by Wang Qi before the mission.

At this time, the two of them had separated. They went to the east and west sides of the refugee area respectively, preparing to find containers, dissolve the elixir and distribute it to the victims.

For them, the Jindan period cultivators, this is not difficult. Just use magic power to gather a ball of mud on the ground, roughly make it into the shape of a container, and then take a mouthful of true fire. Because the cultivators have high magic power, the power of true fire is not low. The clay jars fired temporarily can also have a layer of glaze. Then, they either took water from the sea, evaporated it several times to turn it into fresh water, or condensed water directly from the air to fill the clay jar that was one person tall and several people hugged thick. Then, they threw down a pill and asked the disaster victims to share the food among themselves.

If it were outside, distributing food like this would easily cause looting. However, the deterrent power of the monks was too strong. It was like Earth, a group of soldiers with live ammunition distributed items in the disaster area - especially this group of soldiers had the power to shoot and kill freely.

There was no looting, no chaos, and everyone lined up obediently.

They were as obedient as a group of sheep.

The homes of the refugees were all washed away, and those who could have a bowl now were considered rich and powerful. But in the end, there were still people willing to contribute their own things. Many people took turns to use a bowl to scoop some elixir water from the clay jar to fill their stomachs.

It only takes a few minutes for a Jindan stage monk to set up such a "food distribution point". Lian Xinjie would set up such a "food distribution point" every hundred feet. After an hour and a half, he had completed some of it.

After finishing what Saint Emperor had told him to do, Lian Xinjie started to do what Wang Qi had told him to do. He patrolled back and forth and found that some of the victims were still holding the shrine. Moreover, Lian Xinjie soon discovered something that made people laugh and cry - there were more victims holding the shrine than those holding bowls.

In that flood that destroyed everything, many shrines seemed to have strange powers and were not washed away. Many people are convinced that this is a miracle from the gods. Among the victims, there are many legends that the shrine protects people. Now we have just experienced a "natural disaster", but instead of despair, many people are a little fanatical. Some people even gathered together to kneel down and worship at the shrine, regardless of whether you were in the mud. They were very pious.

"Bring one here, I'm going to do some research." At this moment, Wang Qi sent a new instruction.

Lian Xinjie was unwilling to take away the shrines that were being surrounded by believers and worshiping enthusiastically. That would most likely cause chaos. He looked around and saw a child holding a shrine. The child was dirty all over, except for his eyes, which were very bright and had a very strange light. His figure is not as stooped as other people of his age, but rather muscular. He was on the edge of the crowd, holding the shrine in his arms tightly, and no one else knelt down to worship his shrine.

Lian Xinjie pretended to be passing by casually and smiled at the little boy: "Kid, this shrine of yours looks interesting, let me take a look."

Although he said he was "borrowing" it, he definitely had no intention of discussing it with the boy. He directly used magic power to capture the shrine, then gathered some water to wash the shrine, then put it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

The little boy was stunned for a moment, then jumped up and cursed: "It's you hypocritical immortals again... You have taken away my parents, and you want to take away my family's shrine? Give me back my shrine! Give back my parents!"

"Mom and Dad"? "Snatch"? Lian Xinjie's heart moved, but he felt secretly happy.

——Is this the clue to the "disappearing population"?

"You kid, don't slander me. If your parents died in the flood, they should be blamed on the evil spirits who came to my Spirit Phoenix Island. How can you blame me?"

"I'll make you a pretty boy with a mouth full of shit and a sore on the butt!" The boy blushed: "My parents just disappeared the day before yesterday. By that time, the evil spirits had already left... uh uh..."

Before the little boy finished speaking, a ball of yellow mud flew over and smeared on his face. Then, a few balls of yellow mud knocked him down. A few people looked at the little boy indifferently, but more people looked at him resentfully.

The monks in the golden elixir stage are spiritually harmonious. Lian Xinjie sensed that some of the hatred and resentment was directed at him. However, most people did not have the courage to have any ill intentions towards the monks, so many evil thoughts fell on the little boy.

—They were resenting him for saying something!

Lian Xinjie had a hint of enlightenment in his heart. He told Wang Qi about this discovery and asked, "Mr. Wang, do you still need to continue to inquire?"

Wang Qi pondered for a moment: "No need. I already know that a part of the population disappeared after that battle... It was probably the Holy Emperor who did it."

The gap between the monks and mortals on Linghuang Island is a hundred times greater than that on the mainland of China. As soon as you enter the dungeon, it's like changing the world. There is no intersection between the "untouchables" on the island and the monks in the dungeon. No monk will care about people who disappear.

After all, they came to the disaster relief because they were forced by the Holy Emperor.

After confirming this, he can know a lot of things.

As for the deeper things, the monks may not know it, and they can't be found by investigating here.

While Wang Qi and Lian Xinjie were asking questions, the boy had already made mud out of his mouth. He wanted to continue, but was quickly knocked down. This time, the mud seemed to be burying him alive, being thrown from all directions.

Everyone resented this guy for provoking the monks.

——They are here to deliver food! If you offend the immortal master at this time, everyone will die!

Lian Xinjie looked at the little boy and shook his head slightly.

Untimely courage.

This Spirit Phoenix Island is not a place where everyone can succeed with their passion. It is even more unwise to collide with a strong person.

If it were the past, even Yichen himself would have killed this little boy. However, now that he has joined the Immortal Alliance, and Wang Qi is watching, he dare not do so to avoid leaving a criminal record. He even wanted to save the other party.

At this time, Wang Qi gave the order again.

Lian Xinjie suddenly turned his sleeves and rescued the boy with his skill. He descended a little, took out a jade piece and a small jade bottle, and threw it into the boy's face: "Interesting little guy. If you really want to defeat us monks, then practice, resent, curse, and then be ugly You have to live on, keep escaping, just to live...until you really master the skills here, and then come to me. "

Then, Lian Xinjie slowly rose up again and said loudly: "This little thing is interesting. I gave him those things, you are not allowed to snatch them!"

No one answered. (To be continued ~^~)

PS: Second update. There will be another update around midnight!