I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Zaoli towel.

Tibetan blue bunt.

Black trousers.

There is a big white circle on the chest, with the word "prison" written on it.

Zhou Yi looked at this attire, but he still couldn't believe it. He woke up and became a jailer in Fengyang Guotian Prison.

Last night, I was eating hot pot, hugging my sister, singing love songs, and suddenly time traveled!

The dark and gloomy cell, the strong rotten smell, and the black shadow of the prisoner curled up behind the iron fence made faint humming sounds.

They all remind Zhou Yi that this is not a dream.

"If you haven't crossed before 996, you will still be 996 after crossing. This **** is not a waste of time!"

Zhou Yi rubbed his temples to relieve the severe pain caused by the impact of memory, and he has generally understood his origin.

With the same name and surname, his father was a jailer of the Heavenly Prison. Unfortunately, he died of a cold last year, and his mother died of depression within a few months.

The prison guard's household registration has been passed down from generation to generation, and Zhou Yi was recruited into the prison according to the usual practice. Because he was born weak and sick, and had no martial arts cultivation, he could only be responsible for delivering meals to the prisoners.

The Sky Prison is directly managed by the imperial court, and the prisoners are political prisoners and serious criminals. The overall number of prisoners is small, and the work is easy.

Zhou Yi stretched his muscles and bones, and just a few simple radio gymnastics movements caused a series of coughing sounds, severe chest pain and convulsions.

"Cough cough cough! This body is too poor, no wonder he died at a young age..."

Fear suddenly arose in Zhou Yi's heart. In his memory, he was born prematurely and was born weak and sick. He had already exhausted his family's money by the age of his life.

As a result, no matter how many nourishing decoctions you drink, the birth defects cannot be cured!

"This is the beginning, let me die again!"

Zhou Yi checked his memory carefully, and his heart was completely chilled.

The prison guards in the Heavenly Prison seem to be low-ranked and low-income, because the prisoners held are of extraordinary status, they can be said to be lucrative.

Zhou's father had been in prison for more than 20 years. Not only did he buy a house in Shenjing, but he also invited the royal doctor in the palace through his relationship to prescribe Zhou Yi's diagnosis and treatment himself, but the result was still in vain.

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi only had the last resort, muster up the courage and shout out softly.

"system!"

no response.

"Goldfinger?"

"Grandpa?"

"System dad?"

Zhou Yi called a few times full of kindness, but there was still no response, nor a ding.

suddenly.

The golden light in Zhou Yi's mind shined brightly, manifesting a round golden pill.

"What is this?"

Before the words were finished, scenes of scenes appeared in front of Zhou Yi's eyes, spectacular, gorgeous, terrifying, and horrifying!

The giant beast galloped wantonly in the wilderness, spitting out flames all over the sky.

The Palace of White Bone is built on a high mountain thousands of feet high, and a figure that looks like a human and a ghost controls the billowing devil cloud.

The monster with the head of a wolf and the body of a snake calls the wind and rain, and the alien with two wings controls the thunder.

Tian Qiong slowly opened his golden eyes, stared at the mortal world coldly and mercilessly, and countless purple divine thunders fell, extinguishing them in ashes for thousands of miles.

The immortal controlled the flying sword and tore open the void with one blow.

The devil sat cross-legged in the pool of blood, and the skulls and bones floated up and down.

Baizhang giant god, Kowloon chariot, white tiger roaring the sky, black tortoise covering the sea...

The vast fairy voice hummed, and the hazy picture slowly receded.

at this time.

The golden elixir in my mind has already restrained the divine light, like the usual golden beads, slowly suspended and rotating in the soul, and a ray of information was transmitted to the soul of Zhouyi.

Longevity Dao Fruit!

"Daoguo!"

"Isn't this the game I played in my previous life, the fruit of immortality obtained by cultivating to the highest level?"

Before Zhou Yi crossed, he was addicted to a simulation game of cultivating immortals. After working day and night for half a year, he finally reached the full level.

Since Zhou Yi is a leopard head zero charge, in the end he has no choice but the only free longevity Dao fruit.

[Dao Fruit: Longevity

Attributes: No growth after adulthood, endless longevity, immortality. 】

Free dao fruit, without any value or attribute attached!

"So my cheat is the game! Load the game? Open the game? The game panel? Earth ugly studio?"

Zhou Yi tried to call a few more times, making sure that he did not bring other game attributes, so he could only shrug helplessly.

"So, I will live forever?"

"It's a pity that immortality does not mean immortality. It just doesn't grow old. Life is endless. You can still get injured, get sick, have various accidents, and be killed."

Zhou Yi moved his arms and legs, and found that the weakness and pain had disappeared, his breathing was long and even, and his limbs were strong and strong.

"The congenital deficiency disappeared, it should be affected by the longevity dao fruit."

"If I had known that I would travel through time, I should charge ten 648s to get the best Dao fruit talent! However, although other Dao fruits have increased talents and attributes, they are not immortal..."

Zhou Yi thought about it for a moment, and found that the reality is different from the game, and the Dao Fruit of Longevity is the best choice.

Due to the limitation of longevity in reality, with other high-level attributes and innate talents, one still needs to continue to practice for immortality, during which fighting skills are indispensable.

The soldiers are fierce and the battle is dangerous, and they are close to death!

On the contrary, if you have the fruit of longevity, you only need to be careful to avoid hatred and practice steadily, and you will be able to become a fairy and ancestor after tens of thousands of years or hundreds of thousands of years.

Zhou Yi recalled the horrible scenes in the world of cultivating immortals, moving mountains and filling the seas is only normal, tearing the void is like nothing.

Even with the help of a high-level Dao fruit, I don't know how many life and death struggles I have to go through before I can cultivate to longevity.

Immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons are not good seniors. Once they find out that the speed of Zhouyi practice is beyond ordinary, or some people whose lifespan is near the end of their lives, they need Tianjiao's furnace!

If you are not sure, give up your skin, search for souls, and steal Dao fruits!

Dao fruit is the ultimate goal of cultivating immortals, there is no corresponding way to protect the way, like a child walking through a busy market with gold.

"I, Zhou Yi, am I a brave and ruthless person?"

Zhou Yi made up his mind to stay silent until he was invincible in the world, and then go to the outside world to be free and easy.

Tianlao is really a good place. From the geographical point of view, it is located in Ningdefang, the capital city, with the gate of the capital to the west, Dali Temple to the east, and only two squares away from the imperial palace.

Thousands of imperial guards are heavily guarded, and they can leave the city at any time. It is simply the safest place in Fengyang Kingdom.

Even if there is a drastic change in the dynasty, the imperial palace will be attacked by others, and the new emperor will not release the serious criminals to harm his own country and people.

Enjoy emperor-level defense without being trapped in the court.

"Perfect! Set a small goal first, and live in the prison for hundreds of years!"

Zhou Yi came to the door of each cell with a rice bucket in his hand, and scooped up a spoonful of porridge made from something unknown.

Hearing the sound, the prisoner got up from the straw mat, scooped up a few grains of brown rice and a few rotten vegetable leaves from the rough porcelain bowl with his pitch-black hands, and overturned the bowl with a clatter.

"I'm the servant of the Ministry of Rites, how dare you let me eat such pig food?"

This is a newcomer not long ago, and he still has the pride of his original identity!

The prisoner next to him was very sensible: "Little brother, have another spoonful, this is not enough!"

Based on humanitarian principles, Zhou Yi looked at the number plate of the cell, scooped a spoonful of thick porridge from the bottom of the barrel and gave it to the prisoner, and reminded him.

"It's almost the end of the month, remember to ask your family to send you the meal money."

"It's been another month!"

The prisoner sighed, picked up his rice bowl, sucked and ate, burped, and returned to the straw mat to meditate.