I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Zhou Yi just found it interesting to listen to the people in the hall talking.

Talking about making plans for the sect's succession, hearing the danger of fighting swords between evil and evil, but unwilling to risk their lives for the sect.

The ancestors and ancestors are generally inferior to their wealth and life!

"A real person's lifespan of two hundred is indifferent to his concubines, and a real monarch's lifespan of five hundred is indifferent to his sect. The ancestor of the Yuanying has no scruples for a thousand years, and the battle of martial arts often destroys thousands of miles. Tens of thousands of people die in unforeseen disasters, just like ordinary people pouring An ant nest!"

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, silently recited the Qingxin scriptures, and suppressed his chaotic thoughts.

In the future, even if you are invincible in the sky and the earth, you still need to maintain awe, otherwise you will die of indifference one day.

The birthday banquet lasted for three days. Zhou Yi and his colleagues sometimes talked about the world, and sometimes exchanged ideas on the four arts of cultivating immortals.

When leaving the Earth Fire Palace, Feng Yang took the essence of the rolling device and presented it to Zhou Yi in the name of exchange.

"Fellow Daoist Tang is obsessed with the way of refining weapons, so he will come to the Earth Fire Palace to communicate more in the future."

"Stick what you want!"

Zhou Yi didn't refuse, and taking over Jingyi was considered a response to the win.

Afterwards, they drove away with Wanbao on the cloud until they reached Chixia Island.

Wan Bao finally couldn't help asking: "Fellow Daoist is interested, and Fellow Daoist Feng is interested, why do you refuse?"

Zhou Yi replied: "Ordinary people still say three words and three concessions, and the poor way hastily joined the Dihuo Palace, isn't it suspected of plotting?"

"For sale!"

Wan Bao sighed: "Poverty Dao also thought about it once, and invited fellow Taoists to join Chixia Island, so that he can also protect his disciples and grandchildren in the future."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly, and asked, "Could it be that Fellow Daoist intends to participate in the sword fight between evil and evil?"

"It has been more than 50 years since the golden elixir of the poor Tao has been consummated, and the threshold of breaking through the elixir and becoming a baby has not been touched so far. If it continues to be delayed, there will be no chance at all."

Wan Bao said: "Pindao has been paying attention to the news of Jiuzhou. Not long ago, the Zhengdao sect agreed to Sanxiu Zhenjun, willing to share the Nascent Soul classics in the sect, and only needs to kill a golden elixir of Demon Dao!"

"I see."

Zhou Yi's complexion remained unchanged, but he actually sighed in his heart. According to what Long Jun said, those who are not of great luck have broken the path of Yuanying.

Wan Bao's collection of broken alchemy and baby-breaking classics is similar to teaching Nascent Soul how to become a god. It cannot be said to be waste paper, but it is of no use.

Naturally, this cannot be said to Wanbao, it is useless to say it, but it will cause resentment for nothing.

...

How the situation in the East China Sea changes has nothing to do with Zhouyi.

Studying Leifa at night and running Siyitang during the day, life flies by.

Three years later.

Feng Yang invited Zhou Yi to watch and emulate refining treasures, and taught him many tricks of refining magic weapons.

Zhou Yi reciprocated, and took out the Cuifeng seal to study with Feng Yang. Although the refining techniques of such ancient treasures are rough, they can also give a lot of inspiration.

Both parties are interested in concubines and concubines, and the communication is very hot!

Another three years passed.

Zhou Yi's 800th birthday, he sneaked back to Yunzhou, and just came back after a few months of celebration.

At the same time, he inquired about the news of the sword fight between the righteous and the demons. Since the righteous way had the upper hand and offered a huge price, it attracted casual cultivators from all over the world to join in, and the evil ways retreated steadily.

Another five years.

After twelve years of operation, Zhouyi has taken root in Donghai.

On weekdays, traveling through the East China Sea in the clouds and fog, visiting fellow Taoists, eating wine and having fun, or sitting and discussing Taoism, or learning how to fight, is very enjoyable.

Zhou Yi's magic weapon, Soul-fixing mirror, already has a great reputation among the real kings. The soul-fixing light combined with the exquisite thunder method can compete with the old golden elixir.

Of course, the fighting method is different from the fighting, and the means of suppressing the bottom of the box must be kept, and the strength of the whole body has not been displayed.

At the same time, Siyitang's reputation among casual cultivators is growing day by day. When buying pills, talismans and seals to settle the bill, he casually asked for some advice on cultivation confusion, and Zhou Yi gave a few casual pointers, and suddenly he understood.

After all, he practiced for 270 years in the Qi refining period of the Book of Changes and 500 years in the foundation building period, which can be called the only one in history. He has already figured out these two realms thoroughly, and he is more familiar with them than Yuanying Patriarch.

today.

Zhou Yizheng was talking with Sanxiu Li Yu, discussing the plot of the script, just like chatting with Qingjing Zhenjun back then.

Li Yu is good at writing story books and painting pictures of ladies, and many of his masterpieces are circulated in the market. Hearing that Zhenjun likes to read story books, he often comes to communicate. If he can write a satisfactory plot of Zhouyi, he can try mixing a bottle of pills.

At this moment, the two are arguing about how female No. 22 can reverse the protagonist and bring her into the harem.

Li Yu retorted: "Senior Tang, the writing is just like what you said, the characters have abrupt personalities..."

Zhou Yi said he couldn't win the debate, took out a bottle of Qingyang Pill from the storage bag, and placed it on the counter.

Li Yu quickly stuffed the elixir into his bosom, and said solemnly, "...he suddenly got better! I'll go back and change the plot and add 20 illustrations of the characters. I'm sure I'll satisfy the seniors."

"Tsk tsk! Scholars in the world of cultivating immortals are equally spineless!"

Zhou Yi reminded: "Illustrations must be well drawn. If I feel comfortable reading them, there will be another reward."

Li Yu's eyebrows were beaming, and he giggled strangely, expressing that he understood clearly.

At this time.

A ray of light fell into the store, and the manifest figure was that of the head of the Earth Fire Palace, Yuan Qiyuan.

"Greetings to Senior Tang, Patriarch invites you to come and discuss important matters!"

"Hold on."

Zhou Yi took out the lottery tube, and performed a small divination technique, and the magic sign shone brightly when it fell to the ground.

sign!

Zhou Yi frowned, knowing what he was doing, and asked, "What happened to the Earth Fire Palace?"

Seeing Yuan Qi looking around, Li Yu was very knowledgeable and found an excuse to say goodbye.

Yuan Qi waved his hands to set up the sound-proof formation, with a sad expression on his face, he said: "Master heard that there are Yin-Yang spirit beads in the sunken sea area, and he ventured to find them. He never encountered the turbulent wind and turbulence. He survived by luck, but was seriously injured!"

The sunken sea area is a strange place in the East China Sea, shrouded in the wind of the nine heavens all the year round, and the Yin-Yang Lingzhu is a spiritual object that helps to condense pills, which is rare in the world.

"Follow me to have a look."

Zhou Yi only felt that the matter was not so simple, Yuan Qi was enveloped by mana, and turned into a ray of light and flew into the sky.

...

Earth Fire Palace.

Right in the middle of the island.

Feng Yang sat cross-legged in the formation, the raging fire continuously tempered his body, and wisps of black smoke drifted from his body.

The escape light fell and turned into Zhou Yi, his spiritual consciousness swept away the black air, and his brows were tightly frowned.

"Feng Daoyou, have you met a monster from the Ghost King Sect?"

Zhou Yi had seen similar black smoke on Hei Kuu's body, the vitality was mixed with ghost energy and evil spirits, just as Xuanzhou said, half human and half ghost.

Feng Yang shook his head and said: "Pindao doesn't know who the demon is, He Zongmen. It seems that he has anticipated the movement of the poor way, and set up traps on the road to ambush. Fortunately, the poor way carried a large number of earth fire beads and forcibly blasted away the formation."

Zhou Yi asked: "How many people in the Earth Fire Palace know about the news that Fellow Daoist went to the empty sea?"

Feng Yang said: "Before leaving, I have told the head and all the deacons, let them be on guard so as not to be taken advantage of by foreign enemies."

Zhou Yi continued to ask: "Who knows the specific path and direction?"

Feng Yang was silent for a long while without answering.

Zhou Yi said: "This person must have a lot of power in the Earth Fire Palace. Since he has betrayed the sect, why do fellow Taoists still protect him?"

Yuan Qi, the headmaster at the side, said anxiously: "Master has doubts, calling him to perform the mind questioning technique will not kill him!"

Feng Yang sighed: "Go and call your junior brother."

"Little brother!"

Yuan Qi was shocked at first, and then angry.

The sect regards the junior brother as their hope, and spares no effort to cultivate and help him condense the golden core. They never thought that they would sell the ancestor of the sect not long after the foundation was established!