I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Thousands of hectares of waves.

A leaf boat.

No matter how the wind blows and the waves beat, the awning boat is like walking on the ground.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged on the bow of the boat, his long hair was loose, and his navy blue Taoist robe was rattling.

Looking into the distance with both eyes, only the sea and the sky are mixed together, and the boundary between the water and the sky can't be distinguished hazyly.

Until the sun rises.

Immeasurable rays of light gushed out, and the blue sky and blue sea were divided into upper and lower parts, dyeing the sea water sparkling and resplendent.

"Another day."

Zhou Yi's voice was a little lazy. Anyone who had driven for hundreds of years would see the same scenery, as if they just stood still and would become lazy and undisciplined.

He took out a palm-thick diary from his cuff, with volume five written on the cover.

"In the five hundred and seventy-second year, on the third day of September, it was sunny. The sunrise on the sea was brilliant, but it was no different from the past five hundred years..."

Zhou Yi wrote wherever he thought of, and when he wrote three or four hundred words, it was all nonsense when he looked back.

Immediately ended and wrote: Nothing to do today, playing cards and fishing!

Take out the fishing rod from the cuff, skillfully throw it into the sea, and wait for the fish to take the bait.

At this time.

Two ray of light flew from afar, landed on the boat and turned into boys and girls, it was Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Qingfeng carried two hares, Mingyue carried a wild boar, and said cheerfully: "Xianchang, the island that passed by last night caught a lot of wild game!"

The spirit ginseng doll who punted the boat was about to jump up for joy.

"Finally no need to eat fish!"

"good."

Zhou Yi praised, anyone who eats seafood that has been around for hundreds of years will find it boring.

After a while.

The aroma of barbecue filled the air, and three monsters ate around the barbecue grill. On the extremely monotonous long-distance voyage, eating became a very enjoyable thing.

Let's eat.

A square table is placed in the middle of the boat, Zhou Yi is the east, the breeze is bright and the moon is around, and the spirit ginseng doll is the opposite door.

Crashing and shuffling the cards, the routine entertainment began.

There are formation restrictions around the card table, it is difficult to use mana, and it is impossible to predict the secrets, winning or losing depends entirely on skill.

Today Zhou Yi was unlucky, lost a lot of spirit stones in a few rounds, and saw that he was going to punting today.

"Look at my stupidity."

Zhou Yi picked up a red card, lightly brushed the card with his palm, and then pushed the card down.

"Thirteen!"

The six eyes of the Three Demons stared fixedly, and did not find any trace of cheating.

"Huh?"

"this?"

"impossible……"

"Ha ha!"

Zhou Yi laughed triumphantly, and said shamelessly: "Pin Dao's luck has improved, let's continue."

At noon.

The game was decided, and it was Lingshen Doll who lost the most, so she continued to be in charge of punting.

Zhou Yi took out the classics from the Daoist collection and recited them. The sound spread for tens of miles away, attracting many fish and turtles to listen to the scriptures. Unfortunately, the boat was going too fast, so they could only hear a few words.

I don't know how long this boring day after day will last.

The escape speed of the Yaosheng is at least ten times that of the Nascent Soul's early stage, and even hundreds of times if it has some kind of flying supernatural power.

Such a strong man dares to travel across the oceans to find outland continents when he is at the end of the road. According to Zhou Yi's speculation, the demon saint probably spent five hundred to one thousand years in the sea.

"Jiuzhou's ancestral line was cut off, and the cultivators of Huashen, relying on the sect's ten thousand years of background, stayed motionless for more than two hundred years."

"The demon saint's cultivation dissipates more quickly in the deep sea, and even if his background is deeper than that of the god of transformation, he can maintain it for hundreds of years without falling into the realm, which is already the limit!"

"Besides, if you try your best to escape and hurry, your mana will run all the time, and your cultivation will definitely fall faster."

"Pindao has Jianmu, so he doesn't need to restrain his mana. The speed is not as good as that of the demon saint, but the efficiency is much better. Calculated according to one-tenth of the speed..."

"It will take about five thousand to ten thousand years!"

Zhou Yi couldn't help being amazed, traveling across the ocean and across the continent is definitely not something a monk under Void Return can expect.

The two to three thousand years of lifespan of a cultivator who transforms the gods is not enough to rush on the way!

"Nine Continents, Outer Territories... Are there any other continents in the vast and endless sea? Is there any boundary between the sea and the sky? Where is the world beyond the wind of the Nine Heavens?"

"Is this sky full of stars, the heavenly palace in mythology, or stones?"

"After the impoverished Taoism and Immortal Dao are completed, we must go to explore!"

...

Time is like water.

Flash forward a thousand years.

Zhouyi's diary has been written to the sixteenth volume, and what he has seen and heard is still a vast ocean.

For 1,500 years, the state of mind has changed repeatedly, and the journey has traveled hundreds of millions of miles, which is different from retreating.

The first five hundred years felt the infinity of the universe and gave birth to the heart of exploration, but the middle five hundred years felt that the world was a drop in the ocean, and suddenly the heart of laziness arose.

There are many demons, and the mana is disordered.

On this occasion, I re-read many classics of the sages, compared with the state of mind at this time, and learned a lot of experience.

Another five hundred years, the heart is like an ancient well, calm and unfathomable.

today.

Zhou Yi was reciting "Quotations of the True Monarch of Dongming of the Taixuan Sect" and comprehended the secret of congealing infants when he suddenly heard Mingyue shouting.

"Immortal Elder, Da Dao!"

The spirit ginseng doll was faster, threw away the oars, and flew to the island in the form of light.

Zhou Yi looked up and saw that there was indeed a huge island in the northwest. It was even bigger than Tinder Island by visual inspection, and it was roughly estimated to be three to four thousand miles long.

"Tired of traveling, go to the island to rest for a few days."

Before the black-covered boat approached the island, the spirit ginseng doll flew back in a hurry, shouting loudly.

"Sir, there are people on the island."

"Someone?"

Zhou Yi showed surprise on his face, his eyes sparkled, and he saw a port built on the shore.

Many people gathered at the port, boarding ships, unloading cargo, or selling fish, it seemed quite bustling.

"It's even more important to see where these people come from."

Zhou Yi pinched an invisibility formula, and his mana was activated, and the black-covered boat rose into the air and turned into a streamer, flying towards the island.

The airship flew around the island and landed in the largest city in the central plain, with an estimated population of over one million. The architectural style is quite different from that of Jiuzhou, and the level of technology is still at the ancient level.

After half a day.

Zhou Yi checked the situation in the bookstore. According to the common name of several countries on the island, the entire island is called Shenzhou.

The source of the name is unclear, but according to historical records, this name has been known for thousands of years, and they believe that "Shenzhou" is a continent.

"Human race, will not appear out of thin air!"

Zhou Yi has sailed in the deep sea for 1,500 years, and encountered countless islands of various sizes, but only this divine island is inhabited by human beings.

It just happened that the journey was too boring, so I simply changed my identity as a local, explored the origin of the Shenzhou human race, and maybe I could get news from the extraterritorial continent.

For example, in the four seas other than Jiuzhou, all the islands inhabited by human races have their origins from ancestor monks who brought their people to sea.

Zhou Yi walked on the familiar and unfamiliar Qingshi street, surrounded by teahouses, restaurants, pawnshops, red bricks and green tiles, pavilions and cornices, evoking memories of a long, long time ago.

Perhaps it was due to the entanglement of cause and effect, or perhaps due to talent, he came to the gate of Yihong Courtyard in a trance.

"Even if the era changes and the world changes, the name of this Goulan is always the same..."

With a flash of Zhou Yi's figure, he transformed into a handsome son, and opened the folding fan with a snap, on which were written the four big characters Goulan Tingqu.

"It's time to celebrate this situation!"

Twenty years later.

Under the reluctant gazes of the girls, Zhou Yi didn't dare to look back, and ran away with his face covered.

"What is Jindan Zhenjun, what is immortality, fell into the soft red, why don't you obediently support the wall and walk away..."

east of the city.

A courtyard.

Qingfeng and Mingyue handed over the collected ancient books to Zhou Yi for inspection.

""The Chronicle of Shenzhou" is the oldest. It originated from the mausoleum of the Dayong Dynasty royal family who ruled Shenzhou five thousand years ago..."

"These ten volumes of "Biography of the Sages" come from the Lu family, known as the family with the longest heritage in Shenzhou..."

Shenzhou has no spiritual veins, so naturally there will be no monks, and no tomb mechanism can prevent evasion techniques. In the past twenty years, Qingfengmingyue has robbed all the royal tombs of all dynasties.

Zhou Yi opened "Shenzhou Benji", scanned it with his spiritual sense, and quickly read the entire content.

"In ancient times, Shenzhou was barren... Huge boats flew from the sky, and seventy-two gods and men came to the world... to teach the human race to build houses, weave cloth, make fire, and plant..."

"The content recorded in this book is the foundation of the religions and myths of the various countries in Shenzhou today. Most people think it is a fictional story."

The Book of Changes has determined that the Shenzhou human race must have migrated from an extraterritorial continent. Maybe there were only seventy-two people at the beginning, or maybe there were seventy-two monks.

Continue to look at other books, all the content about ancient times, the excerpts are gathered together.

"The word Shenzhou originated from what the ancient gods said, and it means the east of the world?"

"The Lu family is a descendant of a god and man, and the family tree records that the ancestor is the God of Fuling Mountain!"

"It's a pity that thousands of years have passed. At the time, there was only one family known as the Seventy-two Gods and Men. Now the Lu family has moved the ancestral graves twice. Now the family head is just a side branch of the ancestors, and the inherited classics are also scattered..."

Zhou Yi sorted out the ancient books and obtained the surnames of all the gods and people.

"The next step is to investigate these families. The nine families are dead, and the ancestral graves should still be there!"

Since then.

Zhou Yi started from the east coast of Shenzhou and dug all the way to the west coast, not letting go of any large or small graves.

Such a method of casting a wide net is crude but practical, and quickly found ancient tombs that had disappeared for thousands of years, and found other books inherited by the descendants of gods and men.

During the period, I also met a family of tomb guards. The whole village is a master of martial arts, guarding the tombs of descendants named "Qushui Hebo".

Inherited for thousands of years, never waver!

If ordinary people follow the map and explore here, there will inevitably be a thrilling journey.

Zhou Yi breathed lightly, and all the tomb guards fell into a deep sleep, then brandished a shovel and dug up all the graves, leaving half a volume of "The Secret Art of Touching Gold" before leaving.

Twenty years.

flashed by.

The legend of Captain Mojin began to spread in Shenzhou. No matter how old and dangerous the tomb was, they could easily steal it. After being compiled and propagated by storytellers, it was subdivided into several factions.

Yihong Building.

Yingying Yanyan, green and red.

A dozen or so girls surrounded Zhou Yi and listened to his story about Captain Mo Jin.

Obviously trembling with fright, he couldn't help but continue to listen. Zhou Yi deliberately stopped at a critical point, making people's appetites irresistible.

"Go on, go on!"

"It's down there, it's down there!"

The girls were hurrying up, when suddenly there was a commotion outside, and then hundreds of officers and soldiers rushed into the Yihong Courtyard, wearing sharp and murderous looks, ordering everyone not to move.

The chief general glanced at all the guests, finally landed on Zhou Yi, and asked.

"Bold thief, dare to steal and dig the imperial tomb, you should be punished!"

Zhou Yi ignored the general, smiled and said to the girls on the left and right: "I'll do a trick for you."

While speaking, a rope appeared in his hand, and he threw it straight up to the sky, piercing the roof directly, and it didn't know how high it stretched out.

Everyone was dumbfounded, watching Zhou Yi climb up the sky-reaching rope and disappear.

Since then.

Shenzhou's story about Mojin Xiaowei has added a lot of legendary color. As for the legendary protagonist, he has set off again, sailing northwest from Shenzhou Island.

"According to the records of the descendants of the gods, their ancestors came from the northwest, which should be from the direction of the outer continent."

"God, is it immortality, witchcraft, or other methods of practice?"

"According to their titles, such as Mountain God, He Bo, Shui Jun, etc., or a certain land, city god, and Yin, are they the Shinto system?"

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, Wanjuan Daozang has never had a Shinto record.

When Jiuzhou's ancient immortality flourished, there were many Void-returning Immortals, and there were even legends about Xiaju's ascension. If there is a divine way in the outer continent, it is impossible that there is no relevant record.

"In any case, there is finally news from an extraterritorial continent."

...

Time flies.

More than four hundred years have passed since leaving Shenzhou.

Kunlun cave.

Zhou Yi stood in front of the jujube tree and grape vine, silent.

The two trees have completely withered, their leaves have fallen, and their purple and green branches are exposed, like strange sculptures.

The breeze and the bright moon are made from trees, but their lifespan is long but limited. The Kunlun cave can't trigger the catastrophe, so it's difficult to be promoted to the golden core demon king.

It has been 2,500 years since the birth of consciousness.

Zhou Yi took out the spirit wine and drank half of the altar, sprinkled the rest under the tree to pay homage, and buried the Ziqing Erjian in the soil.

Having been together for two thousand years, it is purely hypocritical to say that the relationship is not deep, but the things that have been anticipated long ago, have been prepared psychologically, and the ecstasy will not cause sadness and pain.

Lingshen Doll asked: "Will Qingfeng Mingyue really be resurrected?"

"Of course I will."

Zhou Yi reassured: "When their roots sprout, new spiritual wisdom will grow. Poor Dao uses the two swords of Ziqing as a guide, and uses the supernatural power of Nirvana, and the memory of the previous life can be restored!"

Qingfengmingyue sacrificed and refined the magic weapon for more than two thousand years, and practiced with the Ziqing twin swords, the spirit, energy and spirit are integrated into one, which is suitable for performing Nirvana.

Lingshen Doll asked: "Is it the Qingfengmingyue who will be resurrected?"

Zhou Yi sighed, nodded and shook his head.

"Maybe it is, I don't even know if I'm poor!"

Lingshenwa was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "Immortal Chief, if I die one day, I don't need to perform Nirvana."

Zhou Yi asked in surprise, "Why?"

Lingshen Doll raised her head and said with her mouth puffed out, "I don't want to have a new me to replace the memory of me, then I'm really dead..."

"remembered."

Zhou Yi stroked the green leaves above its head and said with a smile.

"Don't worry, there were 100,000 years of spiritual ginseng in the world, you can definitely surpass it, you can set a small goal first, live it for a million years!"

"Good! Live it for a million years!"

The spirit ginseng doll waved her small fist, and the green leaves trembled to cheer herself up.

No extraterritorial continents have been seen, and the crew is the first to be halved.

Zhou Yi was silent for a long time, and even began to doubt whether he should leave Jiuzhou back then.

"Two thousand years have passed, the recovery of Jiuzhou's spiritual energy must be the next stage, and it may already be able to prove the Nascent Soul. Even if the Eastern Sea's spiritual energy is thin, it can condense golden core, and the breeze and moon will not have to reincarnate..."

"After all, it is the poor Taoist who is afraid and dare not compete with the demon king and the corpse fairy!"

Zhou Yi shook his head helplessly, sitting on the resources of Jiuzhou and the golden corpse inherited from the corpse fairy, he must practice super fast.

When the golden corpse regains its former state of becoming a god, it can easily annihilate the overseas human race. At that time, it will be difficult for Zhou Yi to escape. Adhering to the concept of not competing with short-lived species, fleeing outside the territory is the right choice.

"Gold Corpse, you are Pindao's second enemy!"

...

It was sunny and sunny.

The waves are uneventful.

Rolling mountains loom ahead.

Zhou Yi didn't care about this. He had seen too much in the past three thousand years, and he was no longer interested.

suddenly.

A burst of singing came from a distance, and the old man in coir raincoat can be seen from a distance, propping up a fishing boat and shuttling in the sea.

Zhou Yi's divine sense swept over him, and he stood up abruptly. There were obvious mana fluctuations on the old man's body, and his realm was probably in the late stage of Qi refining.

Sensing outside at this time, there is already spiritual energy in the sky and earth. Before, the spiritual energy gushing from Kunlun Cave enveloped the awning boat, which was much denser than the outside world, so it could not be sensed in time.

Zhouyi's mana was running, and the awning boat quickly approached, and he said with his hands clasped.

"Dare to ask my friend, where is the frontier?"

The words are spoken in the language of Shenzhou, which is very different from the language and pronunciation of Jiuzhou.

Sensing the majestic aura of Zhouyi's magical power, the old man did not dare to wait slowly, and bowed his head.

"Senior, that's Dongsheng Shenzhou Qiwu Mountain."

"What continent?"

"Dongsheng Shenzhou!"

The last chapter of this volume, the writing is very slow, I am very sorry