I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Monster races rarely see Zerg races. After all, insects have short life spans and low IQs.

Insects and monsters are among the most difficult to deal with, even if they have extraordinary bloodlines, they don't want to provoke them.

One is poison, and the other is quantity.

"During hundreds of years of divination, it is the first time to get lucky, it should be a big chance..."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, waved Prime Minister Gui to step down, and ignored the matter.

Opportunities and risks coexist, even if there is a potential danger, Zhou Yi would rather choose to miss it.

"Write this matter down for the time being. It will be much safer to condense the golden core and bully the foundation building monster in the future!"

...

early morning.

Moyun Peak.

Due to sitting cross-legged for more than 30 years, the bluestone on the edge of the cliff is shining brightly.

Zhou Yi took out the stone table from the storage bag, boiled water to make tea in an orderly manner, and waited for the sunrise for decades.

The sea of ​​clouds is vast, and a big sun is about to come out.

At this time.

With the sound of footsteps, Jin Ang landed on the top of the mountain and bowed to salute.

"Greetings to Lord Demon King."

"No need to be polite."

Zhou Yi motioned Jin Ang to sit opposite, and said, "In so many years, this is the first time you went up the mountain before sunrise."

Jin Ang was nearly fifty years old, he looked only thirty on the surface, and his voice was a bit bitter.

"Yesterday, I hunted down the bear demon who was in the late stage of Qi refining, and took his painstaking efforts to baptize his body, but his strength still hasn't seen any increase."

Zhou Yi was surprised and said: "Pure physical strength, hunting and killing monsters in the late stage of Qi training, what else do you want?"

"My lord, say something disrespectful."

Jin Ang said in a deep voice: "My dream in this life is to fight the big monster and win the battle!"

"Ambitious."

Zhou Yi sighed in admiration and reminded: "It is a good thing to have great ambitions, but the process of realizing them must be planned, otherwise it is just wishful thinking."

"I have some vague thoughts, I don't know if it's right or wrong."

Jin Ang stood up, his whole body tensed, and a smear of red blood flowed out of his body, like a flame halo.

"Since the baptism of the body has reached its peak, the blood energy in the body has manifested and formed. The blessing knife can break through the monster's skin, and block the beast's claws in front of the chest. It's just that the blood energy of a person is limited, and it will be exhausted after a few times. Use it at critical times."

"Then what do you think?"

Zhou Yi has known about the manifestation of blood energy for a long time, and has studied it carefully. It is a mixture of pure blood energy and strength.

Not to mention the small amount of blood energy, flexibility and purity are not comparable to mana. The only advantage is that it does not need spiritual energy, but it needs the baptism of monsters spawned by spiritual energy.

Jin Ang said: "My lord told me a lot about cultivating immortals. I also want to follow the example of a monk, condense blood and store it in the dantian, and it can be used continuously during battle."

"The dantian is the key to the human body, I advise you not to try it lightly."

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment and said: "There are 365 orifice points in the human body, and many of them can be recovered from injuries, even if they are severely injured, they will not be fatal. You can first condense qi and blood in the orifice points, and then fully deduce the exercises. , and then try to gather the dantian."

Jin Ang listened intently, and after careful consideration, he felt more and more mysterious and feasible.

Adults in their fifties stood on the edge of the cliff like children, screaming at the sea of ​​clouds.

Roar……

As if responding to the whistling sound, the red sun jumped up and hung above the sea of ​​clouds.

...

There are no years in the mountains.

In the blink of an eye, another thirteen years have passed.

"Five hundred years old!"

Zhou Yi showed complacency, Jindan Zhenjun rarely lived beyond 500 years, let alone encountering righteous demons fighting swords.

"Such a birthday, it's time to celebrate."

Thinking of this, take out the stick, and it will be auspicious for ten days.

"Nothing happened!"

Zhou Yi's wings vibrated and turned into a purple-gold-red tricolor rainbow and flew northward.

Thunder Dungeon, Eagle Transformation, plus Burning Blood Dungeon, the speed is no worse than Jindan Zhenjun. Feiyunling is located in the northernmost part of Shiwanda Mountain, only more than ten thousand miles away from Yunzhou.

After half a day.

Outside Baiquan City.

Zhou Yi drilled out of the ground, and after entering Yunzhou, he changed to Tudun, so as not to bump into monks.

"I missed the Baimei Pavilion back then, and I will make up for it this time on my birthday!"

As a result, I went to the city to inquire and found out that the Baimei Pavilion had disappeared and was replaced by the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

"It's a pity, it's a pity, I missed many marriages in the blink of an eye."

Zhou Yi shook his head and sighed, transformed into a middle-aged uncle, and stepped into the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Box on the second floor.

Hugging left and right, one feeds wine and the other grapes.

Zhou Yi leaned on the soft bed, and seemed to be watching the dance downstairs, but in fact, his spiritual consciousness locked on the two handsome young masters.

There are five layers of Qi refining, and four layers of Qi refining.

"The magic power is pure, and the aura is as sharp as a sword. It should be a sword cultivator. There is a long sword inscription on the corner of the underwear. Could it be a disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect?"

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, handed a token to the girl, and whispered a few words.

...

downstairs.

Ding Zhi and Lu An invited a large group of girls to accompany them to drink, very chic and happy.

"Brother Lu, what did I say?"

Ding Zhi proudly said: "Here is the real joy and joy. I practice swords on the mountain all day, and my whole body is almost mastered by swords."

"When the real sword is united, the junior brother becomes a treasure. How can there be a chance to go down the mountain?"

Lu An told a not-so-funny joke, the wrong path was hopeless, who would be willing to indulge in the world of mortals: "No wonder the younger brother rushes down the mountain every time, especially when traveling to Yunzhou, it seems to be tiring and dangerous, but in fact it is extremely beautiful!"

"Hey, in this world, is there anything that isn't dangerous?"

Ding Zhi said: "Instead of mixing with those big men to fight, it's better to inspect the common people. This common woman looks ordinary, but she is more gentle and obedient. The sisters in the door are beautiful, but they are cold stones."

The two are just ordinary disciples, relying on the legacy of their ancestors, they belong to the bottom monks of the sect.

Now that he came to the common world to carry out the task, he transformed himself into a high-ranking immortal teacher, who could judge life and death with a single word. Even if he meets a monk and wears the robe of the Spirit Sword Sect, Master Zhuji is unwilling to provoke him.

Sword cultivator is known as the number one in killing and cutting, even fiercer than Leifa, and the Spirit Sword Sect is famous for protecting its weaknesses!

Lu An was still a little worried: "The Zongmen asked to investigate the evil cultivators in Baiquan City. We eat wine and enjoy ourselves every day. How can we do business when we go back?"

"It's easy to talk about."

Ding Zhi had already found a good reason: "Evil cultivators conquer each other, live today and die tomorrow, just wait a month or two, and the demon who catches people and makes corpses is likely to die in a fight."

Lu An asked, "What if he didn't die?"

Ding Zhi said: "When encountering a prudent evil cultivator, he will definitely not stop in one place. Wait for a few more days, and he will practice in another place."

Lu An listened amusedly, and asked with a smile, "Then the evil cultivator just won't leave?"

"There is also a way. When you practice at night, you deliberately move your meridians. Remember to take the medicine to protect the meridians in advance."

Ding Zhi said: "In this way, the injury is almost the same as the evil spirit. If we take the injury back and say that the evil cultivator is powerful, we will naturally send other people to eliminate the evil spirit."

"High! Really high!"

Lu An raised his glass and said, "It's no wonder that the younger brother has been on more than a dozen missions, but he can come back safely. Senior brother proposes a toast to you."

At this time, a girl bowed and saluted, showing the token in her hand.

"Young masters, guests upstairs are welcome."

Ding Zhi and Lu An looked at each other, with embarrassment and panic in their eyes, they met the right elders while drinking flower wine.

...

second floor.

Zhou Yi asked the girls to leave the box, waved down the curtain, and looked at the two with interest.

Lu An was thin-skinned and flushed with embarrassment.

Ding Zhi is a veteran, he said with a shy face: "Meet the real person, the junior heard that there are monsters making trouble in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, absorbing people's yang energy to practice kung fu, and came here with senior brother to eliminate demons and defend the way!"

Zhou Yi laughed and said, "Why didn't the poor find the demon?"

Ding Zhi patted his horse and said: "It must be the real man with strong magic power and great reputation, who scared the monster away."

"Fun and interesting!"

Zhou Yi turned around and asked, "How is the situation in Qingzhou now?"

Ding Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, knowing that the calamity had been passed, if he really passed it back to the Spirit Sword Sect, nine out of ten he would be expelled from the sect, and he would have to change the city for the next mission.

"Reporting to Daoist, the situation is not optimistic. The Heavenly Corpse Sect of Youzhou has invaded south, and the true masters of the sect have already fought several times, and each other has won!"

"The situation is difficult!"

Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled with spiritual light, and he quietly cast the enchantment technique: "Did the Supreme Master of the Spirit Sword Sect make a move?"

"No."

Ding Zhi said in a daze: "The patriarchs of the righteous and the devil agreed that the victory or defeat of the sword fight will be determined by the real king!"

"Huh?"

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and didn't continue to ask, so as not to let the disciple next to him notice something strange, he waved his hand and said.

"Okay, you guys go down, Pindao still needs to read palms with the girl."

Ding Zhi and the two bowed and saluted, and left the Xiaoxiang Pavilion as if fleeing.

"According to the records in the classics, in the past, the ancestors decided the outcome of the sword fight between good and evil, and Jindan Zhenjun fell like rain. How did it change this time?"

Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, then turned into a light and flew back to the Hundred Thousand Mountains.

Qingxiu in the mountains is safe and without danger, not to mention that the sword fight between righteous and evil is in full swing, and even if it is over, they don't want to come back.