I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

He Dong is now a hundred and twenty years old, it can be said that he has gone through many vicissitudes.

When he was young, Patriarch He was still alive, and Qingfeng Mountain was so famous that the royal family of Jingguo had to respectfully call him Immortal Master when they saw He Zheng.

The middle-aged family is in decline, the ancestral land is shattered, and the He family has experienced hardships in a foreign country. Now the He family is becoming more and more prosperous, and it is going against the current in the troubled times.

"Recalling the experience of more than a hundred years, I realized that the power of time can erase all gaps. I have seen many Tianjiao back then, and this old man is far inferior to me. Now there are few alive."

He Dong said: "It's like this cave, we can't offend Mr. Tang, but we can wait slowly!"

He Zheng reminded: "Uncle Dong, your lifespan is running out."

"What's the matter if the old man is dead?"

He Dong said: "A real person's lifespan is long, but it cannot be compared with a family. The next generation has you, and the next generation has them, and the inheritance is endless. However, a real person's lifespan is limited. Are you afraid that you won't be able to wait?"

He Zheng still wanted to speak, but He Dong waved his hand to stop him.

"Old Tang is able to build a foundation with scattered, there must be something extraordinary!"

He Dong reminded: "For example, is it good at prolonging life? Or is there a life-prolonging spiritual object? Or maybe what we see is not the original appearance? Instead of taking a risk, it is better to wait two hundred years to be sure of winning!"

When the He family members heard the words, they all nodded in agreement.

...

ten years later.

He Family Palace.

He Dong was lying weakly on the bed, most of his hair had fallen out, and his body exuded a strong dead air.

The monks of the He family were standing by the bed, and the leader, He Zheng, had already turned a little gray on his temples.

"I called you here because I have a few words to tell you."

He Dong was dying, and his voice was like a mosquito: "This old man has lived for a hundred and thirty years, which is longer than many real people. I have no regrets. The only thing I can't worry about is my family..."

The monk controlled his body meticulously. He Dong knew that his lifespan was about to expire, and it was natural and natural, and it was no longer a medicine that could heal.

"He Zheng has an impatient temper. He has never had any setbacks in his life. He likes to fight when things happen. It is difficult for him to take on the great responsibility of the family."

He Zheng was unwilling to hear the words, but he didn't dare to refute. He Dong has been in charge of the family for fifty or sixty years, and his reputation and achievements are unparalleled.

"Hess, come here."

He Dong called a young man: "After the old man dies, the position of patriarch will be passed on to you. Remember to be cautious, and don't rush for quick success."

"Grandpa, don't worry, grandson will remember."

He Si is already in his thirties, but practicing immortality makes him look younger.

"When the He family regains possession of the spiritual land, remember to offer incense to this old man..."

He Dong's voice became lower and lower, his breath slowly dissipated, and finally he died.

...

Time flies, and nineteen years are fleeting.

Inner array.

Zhou Yi used the earth escape, from the underground exercise room, back to the spiritual land to retreat to the stone room.

It took a full 28 years for the fifth Sangong, and I still have the previous experience of accelerating Sangong, otherwise the foundation of the road is solid and tough, and it may not dissipate after thirty or forty years.

One year after the dispersal of kung fu, Chi Yan Jue has reached the third level of Qi training, and the speed of practice is as fast as flying.

"Last time, I only used one Foundation Establishment Pill. This time, I should be able to build the foundation by myself. However, I should also take the Foundation Establishment Pill to protect the dantian in advance, so as to avoid any accidents."

Zhou Yi's spiritual sense swept across, covering a radius of hundreds of feet, and the outdoor situation was unobstructed.

The Lingshen doll was sleeping soundly, and had fully recovered its three-foot human form.

Prime Minister Turtle is cooking, a pure water monster, under the pressure of eating and eagles and tigers, has already skillfully used the fire method.

The golden eagle opened its nest on the top of the cave, looking down from a high position and looking down on the audience.

Heihu was playing happily in the medicine field, clawing left and right, trying to hold down the blood vine demon's head.

"The blood vine demon is getting smarter and smarter, and it may not be able to develop consciousness. The black tiger is getting more and more stupid. Compared with the golden eagle, it can't even compare with a plant."

Zhou Yi Nian was hesitant at this point, whether he should use the black tiger to practice the nine transformations of the real dragon.

After more than 60 years of painstaking practice and consuming countless golden eagle essence and blood, the eagle transformation has finally been cultivated to great success, and the next step is the tiger transformation.

"Theoretically, it won't be affected by this guy, what if? Stupid is more dangerous than weak!"

Zhou Yi swept his mind and saw the black tiger holding the blood vine demon foolishly, so he immediately made up his mind not to practice tiger transformation for the time being.

"The cow becomes stronger, the eagle increases speed, and the tiger increases killing. I don't fight with others, and I will find a clever tiger demon to practice later. The key now is to restore my cultivation and try to build my own foundation!"

Habitually take out the stick tube and shake it a few times.

The spiritual lottery landed safely.

"Safe and worry-free!"

...

Nine years later.

Zhou Yi reached the perfection of Qi refining, and the mana in the dantian was as viscous as liquid.

"Even if there is no fire elixir, Luoshui Spiritual Land is still water attribute, and it has reached the ninth level of Qi refining in just ten years. Such a speed, I am afraid that only the sky spirit root can compare!"

"It was rebuilt five times before and after, accumulating 150 years, and it is only today!"

Zhou Yi lowered his eyes and narrowed his eyes, vaguely realizing that no talent can compare to accumulation and background.

Take out a Zhuji Dan and take it, it melts in the mouth, and the medicinal power wraps the dantian to repair the cracks at any time.

The viscous mana in the dantian began to condense into a liquid state under the guidance of Zhouyi. The process went smoothly, and the dantian was not damaged at all, and it naturally broke through the foundation building period.

Zhou Yi did not go out, but switched to the Five Spirits Manual.

Half a month later.

The mana conversion was successful, Zhou Yi tried to practice, and found that the aura of heaven and earth swarmed.

"This practice speed is more than twice as fast as before!"

...

at the same time.

Outside the array.

Prime Minister Gui folded his hands and looked up at the members of the He family with contemptuous eyes.

"No one is allowed to enter without the permission of the elder!"

"Poverty Dao's lifespan is coming to an end, so he just wants to say goodbye to Elder Tang before he dies."

He Zheng is white-haired, and his magic power has been refined to perfection, even stronger than the turtle demon: "Senior Turtle, I see that you are old, so I would like to call you Senior, don't you know what is good?"

"What? Planning to break in?"

Prime Minister Gui said coldly: "Our family is in charge of the spiritual formation, if we dare to break the rules, we will teach you to be wiped out!"

In the past ten years, monks of the He family have always thought of various reasons, trying to ask Zhou Yi to see whether it is life or death. Prime Minister Gui didn't bother to entangle with them, and would retreat obediently if he showed threats at every turn.

This time it was different. He Zhengzheng showed his color and spoke condescendingly.

"Senior Turtle, you can try it!"

Prime Minister Gui raised his brows, it would not be used to cultivators of the He family, and immediately activated the array.

Eight golden pillars rose from the ground, and the divine fire of the sun slowly condensed, and it was about to fall, but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Prime Minister Turtle wasn't afraid at all. In his eyes, the He family was nothing but clowns.

He Zheng pointed to an old man behind him, and introduced: "This is the guest minister of the He family, Elder Zhong. He happened to be proficient in the eight-door golden lock formation. After more than ten years, he finally cracked the formation."

Elder Zhong said: "This formation is handed down by the poor ancestors, I just want to ask Master Tang where he got it from?"

Prime Minister Gui was about to sarcastically, when Zhouyi's voice came from his ear.

"Let them in!"

A voice came into Prime Minister Gui's ears, calm and indifferent, without any anger.

Prime Minister Turtle was also an interesting person, he was surprised when he heard the words, he gave He Zheng a fearful look, turned around and fled back into the formation.

Seeing this, He Zheng couldn't help but beam with joy.

"Please trouble Elder Zhong to break the formation, I will pay homage to Master Tang!"

Having not seen anyone for more than sixty years, He Zhengzao thought that Zhou Yi was dead, and that the land of Luoshui should have been owned by the He family.