I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Of the eight schools of righteousness and evil, the Ghost King School and the Danding School are the most complete.

Among them, the Ghost King Sect is world-famous for its ghost cultivation, and its exploration of the way of the soul is far superior to other sects.

The art of reincarnation is the top-secret book of the Ghost King Sect. If the sect was not destroyed and the end of the Dharma came, it would be almost impossible for outsiders to see it.

This method puts people to death and revives them. It uses secret methods to tear the soul into pieces, but it can ensure that the original self is not lost. It is forcibly integrated into the soul of the newborn baby, and it is tampered with and transformed into a new soul by relying on huge memory and soul power.

"This involves the way of reincarnation, and the soul is too mysterious, even the ancestor Yuan Ying can't be one."

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and sensed carefully, Jianmu had vaguely connected with himself, and could even sense a little consciousness, such as longing for good luck jade dew.

The source of connection is the soul bond. When the scalper tore his own soul, he deliberately kept the soul bond intact, and forcibly penetrated into Jianmu's first-born consciousness.

Ever since he sensed that Jianmu gave birth to wisdom, Zhou Yi has been thinking about how to completely control Jianmu.

The innate spiritual root takes shape, not only cultivated to the sky, but also has a powerful luck, even if the strength is strong, it cannot be contaminated.

Until Xiao Tiezhu got the inheritance of Butian Sect, there was an ancient weapon refining method, which used the soul of spirit beasts to refine magical weapons and become a pseudo-spiritual weapon with a little spiritual wisdom.

It took Zhou Yi hundreds of years to comprehend the secret technique of reincarnation and the method of weapon spirit, and finally he could perform it together.

The movement of mana condensed into a series of mysterious prohibitions, and waved into the wood. This is the method of recognizing the owner of the spiritual weapon, and it can cultivate the consciousness of communicating with the scalper.

In this way, the probability of scalpers maintaining their true self is greatly increased, and they can double control Jianmu.

years later.

Zhouyi finally completed the sacrifice of the spirit weapon, and found the contract scroll from the Wanjuan Taoist Collection, which recorded hundreds of ways to recognize the Lord, involving essence, energy, blood, soul, and even the legendary cause and effect.

The method of identifying the master of each door was performed one after another, Jianmu's aura shone, and inscriptions were forbidden from the root to the trunk.

"No matter what the origin of Jianmu is, Pindao spent hundreds of millions of lifespans to give birth to him. Once he recognizes the Lord, no one can take it away, not even God!"

...

A hundred years passed in a flash.

Jianmu has reached a height of six feet, with a trunk as thick as an adult's arm, standing in the center of the formation.

The ginseng doll carried a hoe and walked around Jianmu a few times, with a puzzled look on his face: "Immortal, how come Jianmu still hasn't split?"

"The poor don't know."

Zhou Yi used the Yulu Jue to irrigate, and said with a smile: "Maybe you haven't grown up yet? Anyway, you have a long life, just wait slowly."

The limit of longevity of spiritual ginseng has never been recorded in the ancient books, but someone found a spiritual ginseng with a medicinal age of ten thousand years from the ancient ruins.

Jianmu sensed the familiar breath, and a black and yellow divine light fell down, sweeping away the good luck jade dew like a tongue.

Afterwards, a surge of spiritual energy erupted, filled the underground space with a radius of hundreds of feet, condensed into wisps of spiritual mist, rose to the sky, and then turned into drops of spiritual rain.

"Even if there is no fortune jade dew, the aura exuded daily is enough to maintain cultivation."

"Every time the spiritual energy erupts, it can increase a little bit of mana after refining. Even if the amount is very small, it can break through the middle stage of the golden core after thousands of years!"

All the spiritual objects accumulated in Zhou Yi, except the elixir seeds and some rare spiritual mines, were all put into the building wood, and now it can be said to be poor.

Fortunately, Jianmu lived up to expectations, and as he continued to mature, the aura he exuded increased exponentially.

The height of the ginseng doll is fixed at one foot, and it has not grown taller for hundreds of years. Its limbs are white and fat, and its facial features are as delicate as a porcelain doll.

"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry."

"Then hurry up and go to work, and reclaim two acres of spiritual land today!"

Zhou Yi kicked the spirit ginseng doll away, returned to the closed stone room, and randomly selected Juan Daozang for enlightenment.

"The method of refining the poison pill is to mix the filthy air of the earth and lungs with the poison of tens of thousands of corpses, and package it into a Qianyuan spirit pill on the surface, which can poison and kill the real king... Tsk tsk, this alchemy ghost is very suitable for the poor!"

...

today.

Zhou Yi took out the stick, shook it gently, and cast the small cut-to-heaven technique.

The spirit lottery lands, and everything is safe.

"Three hundred years have passed, there should be no monks in this world who are poor and difficult to calculate... Maybe, there is not even a monk."

Zhou Yi walked out of the closed stone room, put away the Daozang bookshelves, and looked up to the front.

The land that stretches for more than a hundred feet has all been reclaimed into spiritual fields, and the ginseng dolls are eating and waving hoes. The blood vine demon followed behind, constantly shaking its head and tail, as if cheering up.

The spiritual field is full of exotic flowers and weeds, most of which only grow an inch or so seedling, and a few that have matured for a thousand years are already a foot tall.

"It's time to go ashore!"

Zhou Yi came to the scalper's grave, took out a few ginseng as a sacrifice, and burned a few stacks of yellow paper.

Nowadays, among the storage bags, yellow paper is the most accumulated. After all, there are more and more graves that need to be sacrificed.

Afterwards, Zhou Yi pinched the Shubao Jue with his hands, and the two-foot-high Jianmu was uprooted, quickly shrunk to about an inch, and opened his mouth to swallow it into his belly for nourishment.

Lingshen Doll came over with a hoe on her shoulder and asked, "Immortal Chief, why isn't this Jianmu not forked?"

Zhou Yi stroked the green leaves and said coaxing a child.

"Hey, Jianmu hasn't grown up yet, go and put away the elixir first!"

...

Red Island.

On the verge of the North Sea.

Zhou Yi stood up in the air, and what he saw in the distance was a boundless desert.

Looking everywhere, there is no one inhabited.

The strong wind swept past, and the long yellow sand was like waves, forming a strange and magnificent picture with the blue waves of the adjacent Beihai Sea.

The sun was scorching hot, and a chill ran up his spine.

Zhou Yi followed the original sea chart and came back. In just three hundred years, all the prosperous coastal cities in those days became deserts.

"Those old immortals fought to the death, could it be that they sacrificed Chizhou with blood?"

Driving thousands of miles over the desert, the only change on the ground was the shape of the sand dunes, until I saw the ruins of a deserted city.

Yellow sand has buried most of the city, only a few sections of the city wall are exposed, and the sporadic towers and castles prove that this place once had a prosperous past.

Zhou Yi landed on the ancient city wall, and his spiritual consciousness swept in all directions, and found many buried gold, silver and jade objects.

"There are corpses and belongings in every household. Obviously, there is no time to escape, and they died instantly due to irresistible natural disasters!"

Waving his hand, he took out the dead body which was still relatively intact from the sand, and carefully investigated the cause of death. It was very similar to the method of blood sacrifice recorded in the Taoist Canon. Unfortunately, the long time passed, and there was no trace of any magic.

With a sigh, he continued to fly south.

After a few days.

Flying over thousands of miles of mountains, the ground turned from yellow to green, and finally saw the human habitation.

Zhou Yi didn't stop the escape, and continued to fly south until Yunzhou, and saw the familiar city on the ground two days later.

Qianjing.

Chongrenfang.

Most bookstores in the capital gather here.

It was the year of the big exam, and scholars coming and going on the street bought pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

Zhou Yi's spiritual sense swept across the entire capital, but he didn't find any monk's breath, so he changed into a young scholar and entered the shop.

"Shopkeeper, where is the national history book?"

"Here."

The shopkeeper pointed to the corner on the right, and enthusiastically sold it: "We have Mr. Yang Ming's commentary on the Five Classics, which is the chief examiner for this year. It only costs twenty taels. Do you want to buy a volume?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, and went straight to the national history bookshelf, scanning through the books with his spiritual sense.

"Since two hundred years ago, the power of the Dagan country has been declining day by day, warlords from all over the country are fighting, and wars are everywhere..."

"After more than a dozen generations of emperors, either hard-working or incompetent, the territory is only one-tenth of what it was in its heyday, and there are many wars in the frontiers, and people occupy the state capital from time to time!"

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. Without the assistance of monks, it would be difficult for a mortal army to rule a continent.

The great luck of the country has continued to this day, entirely relying on the old roots of the ancestors. After all, the Li family has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people after the country has been established for thousands of years.

"There is no record of Baiyun Temple in all the books. Pindao remembers that this "Ganben Ji" was written three hundred years ago. The original work affirmed the achievements of Baiyun Temple and praised several real people as the pillars of the country!"

"Now, all deleted..."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, his body turned into nothingness and disappeared.

When it reappeared, it had already arrived at Qinghuafang. There was a Baiyun temple covering an area of ​​four or five mu, surrounded by the imperial court's honorable mansions.

Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.

The old Taoist priest in charge of cleaning suddenly felt heavy and fell asleep leaning against the bookshelf.

Zhou Yi's figure manifested, and his spiritual sense scanned all the books, and soon found the "Biography of Xuanren Zhenren", and looking through the content, there were indeed records about the world of cultivating immortals.

"In the nine hundred and thirty-two year of the Daqian, Daoist Xuanxiao fought in Chizhou for ten days and ten nights, exterminating all living beings on the continent..."

Counting with fingers, it was about two hundred years ago, and most of the writing after that was about Taoist and secular affairs.

Zhou Yi stayed in the Jingjing Pavilion for a day and a night, read all the books in the collection, and left with an ugly face.

I also searched for a temple. Back then, the Daoist sect was the leader of the state religion. There was a Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in Kyoto that covered an area of ​​more than ten acres.

Zhou Yi had read the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, and his complexion became more and more gloomy.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao suppressed the Nine Continents for three hundred years, until there were no more monks in the world. This is a great achievement for the human race!"

"Now the reputation is rotten. Poor daoists like Buddha enemies and great demons have long expected that. Those bald donkeys poured dirty water before fellow daoist Xiao was alive. Now even daoist sects are called heretics!"

"Pindao can't save the life of Fellow Daoist Xiao, but he can't watch his name be slandered!"

The last chapter of this volume is written very slowly, and there is another chapter in the second half of the night.

Shunbian pushes the book: "The First Cause of the Worlds"