I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

After Qin Zheng left, only Zhouyi and Lingshen Doll remained in the spiritual land.

Day after day of enlightenment and qi refining, after a long time of penance, I gradually got used to this kind of life.

The ten thousand volumes of Dao Zang contain the vast inheritance of the world of cultivating immortals, and reading it every time will bring new insights, just like studying endless science, getting closer to the truth of the world, and no longer feel boring.

Immortal cultivation is in line with the way of heaven, and every strand of perception is joyful, coming from the heart and directly reaching the soul.

The specific analogy is probably more comfortable than celebrating!

"It's no wonder that immortals have retreated for thousands of years, and they have been cultivating immortals for a long time."

In his spare time, Zhou Yi also comprehended Qin Zheng's qi and blood martial arts, abandoned the original process of washing the muscles and bones, and integrated the nourishing method of martial arts forging the body with soup and medicine, and was no longer limited to the essence and blood of monsters.

Whether it is nourishing decoction or raw ginseng and ganoderma, it can be used to strengthen and increase qi and blood, including eating meat, which can be said to completely get rid of the shackles of aura.

Relying on eating spiritual rice every day, as well as thousand-year-old spiritual ginseng and pickles, Qin Zheng finally condensed his body in a year.

The disadvantage is that the power is not as powerful as the original technique, and the breath after condensing the orifice is equivalent to the first-time innate, and it is far from the realm of fighting the big monster.

"However, compared to the original body training martial arts, the Qi and blood martial arts have too many advantages."

"There is no need to go through various bottlenecks such as tempering, forging bones, etc., but only concentrate on honing and accumulating qi and blood until it condenses, which is equivalent to pointing directly at the innate!"

Since Zhou Yi had no spiritual roots, he took the path of becoming a Taoist with martial arts, and comparing the two, he knew the shortcomings of Qi and Blood Martial Arts.

resource!

Spending a few hundred taels of silver in the mortal rivers and lakes, you can learn the method of body training from the martial arts gym, and the resources required to condense the first ray of blood are ten times more than the former, and the subsequent continuous condensing of blood will cost more.

"Civilian players use the old version, and krypton gold players can upgrade faster?"

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, and spent more than ten years optimizing Qi and Blood Martial Arts again.

After reciting ten thousand volumes of Dao Zang for hundreds of years, all the methods of cultivating the immortal way talk about Dantian, so Zhouyi's understanding of Dantian is the pinnacle.

From a high-level view, the modified Qi-Blood Martial Arts is easier to break through the condensate, less Qi-Blood is needed to break through, the power of the exercises has been reduced by another layer, and the corresponding resource requirements are also reduced.

"The ancient exercises are mighty and tyrannical. With the decline of aura and the depletion of resources, have they gradually evolved into today's exercises?"

Zhou Yi's eyes lowered, and he had a new understanding of the skills of cultivating immortals, such as the secret record of the stars returning to the original, you can try to draw a large amount of starlight to baptize the body, and cultivate the body of the stars more quickly.

"After nearly 1,300 years of comprehension of Taoism, Pindao can finally optimize his skills!"

"Will it be dangerous?"

"For example, the meridian is broken, the dantian is broken, or the foundation of the dharma body is unstable..."

Zhou Yi thought about it and planned to follow the footsteps of the sages and practice step by step. The difference is only three or four hundred years, which is not enough to consume the morning divination, so why take risks.

With this in mind, he took out the stick and shook it lightly, and spent 500 life yuan to perform the small cut-to-heaven technique.

The spiritual lottery landed safely.

winning the lottery.

Everything is safe.

...

Fifty years in a flash, Yu Zhouyi said it was but a moment.

The mortal world has gone through two generations.

Twenty years ago, drastic changes took place in Yunzhou, and the Dagan Dynasty, established in 1132, finally collapsed.

Qin Zheng, the new emperor of the Qing Dynasty, personally led a large army to the capital, and fought south and north for 30 years, becoming the first dynasty in Yunzhou.

It wasn't until the remaining twelve countries respected Qing as the suzerain that they stopped expanding and conquering!

...

early morning.

Zhouyi routinely draws the Chaoyang Ziqi, and after finishing the practice, he takes out the fortune-telling tube for divination.

Six divinations every day has become a habit, even if he becomes number one in the world, he will not relax at all.

The spirit sign landed.

Blooming dazzling light, slowly condensed into two words.

Divide the light!

"After nearly 400 years, it appeared again. There are thousands of scrolls in the poor dao, so it must not be a secret art. The only thing that has something to do with it is... the most precious treasure of the Spirit Sword Sect, the lightsaber!"

Zhou Yi showed joy, the more he cultivated the Shanhe Ding, the more he knew the difficulty of Zhenzong's treasure.

The righteous and the evil have ruled Jiuzhou for thousands of years, and there is only one of each sect on the surface, which is enough to show its preciousness.

"Pindao waited for a long time, and finally waited until today, just look at the inheritance classics, pick up the treasure of Zhenzong, and wait for hundreds of years to dig the grave..."

Zhou Yi opened his mouth and spit out the basalt armor, which turned into an ordinary tortoise shell, and then performed another secret method of divination, called Xiaoyan Shenshu.

This method originated from the Danding School, using the tortoise shell magic weapon to calculate the secrets of the heavens, the effect is far inferior to the small cut-to-heaven technique, but the power can be increased according to the quality of the magic weapon.

The basaltic slough can be said to be the world's top turtle shell!

Zhou Yi pinched the magic formula with his hands, and a series of spiritual lights fell on the shell of the turtle. When the mana was almost exhausted, his soul trembled slightly, and several messages were born out of thin air.

"Qingzhou, Jianjian Hall!"

"Tong'er is working, tidy up the house and change the land."

...

Qingzhou.

Hundreds of years have passed, and the calamity of Jianxuan slaughtering dozens of cities has been wiped out by time.

Zhou Yi changed into a wandering Taoist priest, holding a long banner for divination and fortune-telling, and quickly found out where the Jianjian Hall was.

Spirit Sword City.

With a great reputation and a heritage of nearly three hundred years, Qingzhou is the undisputed number one power in the world. All the state capitals of various countries have their branches, and they claim to have hundreds of thousands of swordsmen and millions of disciples under their sect, and their suzerain status is no worse than that of the emperors of various countries.

"Two hundred years is really an interesting time."

Zhou Yi used an invisibility formula, stood in the air, and looked down at the city.

It was bustling and noisy, and all the passers-by on the street were armed with swords. Obviously, they were all from the rivers and lakes who had practiced martial arts.

Countless black chimneys stand in the city, and the tinkling sound can be heard endlessly. All the shops in the city are forging iron and swords, and the air is filled with the choking smell of sparks.

Sweeping the city back and forth with his spiritual sense, he finally noticed a wave of mana that was almost extinguished in the shop in the southeast corner.

"found it."

Zhou Yi Dunguang landed at the door of the shop, and was about to step in when a young man came running in a hurry.

"Uncle Li, I have collected enough money."

While talking, he ran into Li's blacksmith shop, paid five hundred Wen, and took out a rusty iron sword from the scrap iron piled in the corner.

"hey-hey."

The young man showed joy, wrapped the iron sword in rags several times, ran wildly and disappeared among the crowd.

No matter how the young man went around, he seemed to have some anti-investigation methods, but he still couldn't get rid of Zhou Yi who was following behind.

Until a small courtyard with a single family.

The young man opened the door and went in, greeted his elder sister cheerfully, and slipped into his main room.

He took out the iron sword from his bosom, and before he could watch it, a voice came from his ear.

"Fellow Daoist, this thing is destined for me, can I give it to the poor Taoist?"

The young man looked back following the sound, and saw a Taoist priest with a face like a crown of jade, floating in front of his eyes out of thin air.

"Ghost!"

With a yell, he performed lightness kung fu and fled outwards, but hit an invisible and transparent wall, bounced back with a bang, and fell into a squatting position.

Zhou Yi waved his hand over the iron sword, poured his mana into it, and the red and brown rust fell down, turning into a brand new three-foot green front in a blink of an eye.

"There is still a little spirituality, and a hundred or eighty years later, it will completely degenerate into an ordinary magic weapon!"

"The treasure that was so powerful in Jiuzhou back then fell into the hands of the poor so easily?"

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