I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Zhangshan.

Daheng faces the extreme east and gets its name from the camphor trees all over it.

The mountain god is a thousand-year-old tree demon, whose body grows on the mountainside. Dozens of people embrace the thick giant tree and are enshrined by the mountain people for generations.

After giving birth to spiritual wisdom, she was born to be close to the human race, and because of her long lifespan, she seldom used spells to harvest incense.

today.

The dryad went down the mountain to satisfy the prayers of the believers, and instructed Zhang San to go under a certain tree on the mountain to dig out the gold and silver buried by the bandits.

He also gave spiritual fruit to cure Li Si's father's serious illness.

This is the daily life of a normal god, plain and trivial, but also accumulating merit bit by bit.

"Counting the days, the Ganoderma lucidum on the top of the mountain is about to mature. Go and have a look, don't let the mountain spirits and wild monsters swallow it."

The tree demon was walking in the forest, the rocks were flattened by themselves, and the thorns gave way on their own initiative. Seeing that they were about to reach the top of the mountain, a transparent barrier of invisible material suddenly stood in front of them.

"Is this a formation restriction?"

Trying to reach out and touch it, ripples appear in the void, and the mountain forest scene in front of you twists and changes.

"What a brilliant phantom formation, the mountain god lives on the mountainside, and he didn't notice it at all!"

The dryad frowned slightly. With such an extraordinary formation technique, the anger in his heart could not be dissipated. Just as he was thinking about how to visit his new neighbors, Muran suddenly felt the terrifying pressure coming.

Rumble!

Thunder exploded, and the blue sky turned into dark clouds in a blink of an eye.

The endless spiritual energy of heaven and earth swarmed in, turned into mist and rain, and merged into the dark clouds, and the thunder became more and more deafening.

"Heavenly Tribulation?"

The tree demon once survived the calamity of four or nine days, and the dark clouds were only a hundred miles around, which was more than a hundred times smaller than what he saw now.

"There is a cultivator crossing Ningying in Zhangshan Mountain!"

Thinking of this, the tree demon showed envy, and immediately flew down the mountain with the escape light.

On the way, when I saw mountain people hunting and chopping firewood, they waved their hands to protect them from being affected by the thunder disaster. When they reached the foot of the mountain, the entire area of ​​Zhangshan Mountain had turned into a dark night.

The only bright light is the roaring thunder and lightning.

"How did this guy survive in the wild?"

The ancestors of Yuanying that the dryad had seen and heard of were all surviving calamities in the caves that had been in operation for hundreds of years, lest they be wiped out by thunder.

Jieyun condensed for about an hour.

The sky has become a sea of ​​thunder. Hundreds of thousands of feet of thunder dragons shuttle and wander in the clouds, and the power contained in each one is not weaker than that of Nascent Soul.

At this time.

A few more flashes of light flew from a distance.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang, do you know which senior is the one who crossed the catastrophe?"

Four or nine heavenly tribulations, none in ten successfully survived, even so, it is not wrong to be called senior first.

The tree demon recognized the person, and the land in Tianxiang County nearby, disgust flashed in his eyes, and he had no choice but to respond due to the status of the court's righteous god: "I don't even recognize the poor Taoist, it should be a senior from outside."

Tianxiang Land's mind turned, guessing how credible this statement is.

The other mountain gods, He Bo, had a rather indifferent relationship with the tree demon, and they directly talked in the distance through sound transmission.

Immortals who do not harvest incense, such as tree demons, are a minority in the Daheng Dynasty and even Dongsheng Shenzhou, and are excluded from the circle by most mountain gods.

When everyone was talking, Lei Jie had already fallen.

The first level is hundreds of thunder dragons, roaring for hundreds of miles, blatantly blasting on the top of the mountain.

hum!

Overlapping formations prohibit manifestation, yin and yang, five elements, and colorful streamers. You can't count how many layers there are just by your eyesight.

"This doesn't seem like a hasty formation. My God is going to perform his duties in the Chiming Mansion, and the Town God's Temple doesn't have so many formations!"

Tianxiang land glanced at the tree demon, thinking that the person who crossed the catastrophe must be related to it, but first wait for the result of the thunder catastrophe, and each has its own way to deal with success or failure.

The Dryad didn't explain, watching thunderbolts bombard formations, no matter how many layers were broken, new formations would go up.

The thunder catastrophe that the monks talked about turned pale, and they survived several times with ease.

As the power of Thunder Tribulation continued to grow stronger, the Tree Demon and others could no longer bear the pressure, so they had to fall to the ground and wait and see.

After half a day.

The ninth level of thunder tribulation fell, and the entire mountaintop was covered in thunder, like an endless sea of ​​thunder, repeatedly scouring the barriers of the formation, which seemed to be endless.

"open!"

A clear voice came from the formation.

Immediately, tens of thousands of sword lights shot up into the sky, slashing in the middle of Jieyun, and the thunder robbery, which was already at the end of its strength, suddenly shattered.

The robbery cloud dissipated, and the heavenly light descended.

"Can you survive the tribulation like this?"

The tree demon exclaimed, and then looked back, Tianxiang land and other righteous gods and wild gods had already slipped away.

...

mountain top.

The formation is in the middle.

Zhou Yi sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

After the thunder calamity passed, the heart demon calamity followed, and the Nascent Soul was formed by the fusion of spirit, soul and mana.

Accompanied by the inner demons when congealing a baby, it is also the catastrophe that monks die the most. Facing the all-pervasive inner demons that come from the heart, even if the Taoist heart is like iron, it will not help.

Zhou Yi took out the baby condensate and swallowed three kinds in a row.

It is full of pure spirits and souls, rare treasures to resist external evils, and ordinary monks are lucky to have one.

Then tens of thousands of wish power beads were sprinkled, ding ding dong dong, scattered around, and unsealed by using the incense concentrating technique, and the rich incense wish power turned into gray smoke, wrapping Zhouyi in it.

Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed.

Deafening music and flashing laser lights.

Zhou Yi's eyes were confused, he rubbed his temples to relieve his headache, looked at the girl in his arms, and tried to ask.

"Are you Xuanxuan?"

"Oh, I hate it, she is Yingying!"

The girl's coquettish voice made Zhou Yi very uncomfortable, and when he looked up, he saw familiar and unfamiliar faces.

It suddenly dawned on me that it was at the project celebration party!

At this time, Xiao Li from the project team came over to toast. The leader probably did it at will. Zhou Yi took a sip and felt that the taste was so bad that he almost vomited.

"Is this wine too bad?"

Zhou Yi glanced at the wine bottle, it seemed to be his favorite brand, why did he suddenly find it particularly unpleasant to drink.

The celebration will continue.

After singing the song and drinking the wine, I went to bed with Xuanxuan or Yingying or Lulu in my arms.

Early the next morning.

After getting up, Zhou Yi habitually went to work, held meetings, worked overtime, and when he came home from get off work, he was too tired to move, so he lay on the bed and played mobile games.

Simulate cultivating immortals.

After playing to the full level in half a year, after passing through the Nine Heavens Tribulation, you can choose Dao Fruit.

Game popup!

Recharge 648, you can choose more Dao fruits, stronger character attributes, easy to swipe pictures, and fight BOSS casually!

If you don't recharge, there is only one option, longevity dao fruit, without any additional attributes, similar to having an extra golden title.

"648, not a lot."

Zhouyi clicked on the introduction of other Dao Fruits, the Thunder Dao Fruit doubled the lightning attack, the Incense Fire Dao Fruit greatly increased the blood volume, the Nirvana Dao Fruit swiped the map to revive in situ, the Nether Dao Fruit controlled the corpses of mobs...

There are all kinds of things, all of which remind you to become stronger by charging money!

"Longevity Dao Fruit!"

Zhou Yi looked at the zero recharge reward, muttered to himself, and closed the recharge page after a long time.

Since then.

Zhou Yi became a member who enjoyed the blessings, worked hard, worked diligently, won all his colleagues, and then the company went bankrupt due to the economic downturn, and embarked on the road of flexible employment.

"Sure enough, it's hard to get rich without windfall."

Zhou Yi sighed helplessly, then bought a lottery ticket and received tens of millions of bonuses.

Since having money, suddenly there are many good people in the world, and life is beautiful.

I found a low-paying but very leisurely job, followed my parents' wishes, got married and had children.

Twenty years have passed in a trance.

His son was very competitive and was admitted to a prestigious school. After graduation, he passed the public examination smoothly, and became a jailer under Zhou Yi's guidance.

Ordinary people's lives are very ordinary, among all living beings, none of the hundreds of millions can leave traces in history, and most of them are struggling for a meaningful or meaningless future.

Until the ancient times.

Zhouyi, who had been laying flat all his life, suddenly had the urge to write a book and serialized "The Biography of Three Heroes" on a certain website.

The writing style is mysterious and the rhetoric is gorgeous.

Attracting the popularity of the whole people, it can be said that a book became famous.

"Don't forget your original intention!"

Zhou Yi wrote several books in a row and became a well-known great writer, especially the tens of thousands of pages of "Jiuzhou Cultivation World", which seems to be a real world of immortality.

And becoming famous in his later years made Zhou Yi more inspirational.

Ninety-nine years old.

Lunar New Year's eve.

reunion dinner.

Zhou Yi, with white beard and hair, sat at the head, looked at more than twenty relatives on the left and right, stroking his long beard and chanting.

"Father is kind, son is filial, brother and brother are respectful... A gentleman drinks wine, and he enjoys it endlessly!"

With tears in his eyes and a lot of thoughts, he picked up the wine glass and didn't drink it, but sprinkled it in front of him.

"Food!"

When the wine fell on the ground, it suddenly turned into an immeasurable sword light, smashing the descendants, the dining table, the house, and even the whole world into pieces.

The world is changing.

Zhou Yi looked at the familiar aura of the formation in front of him, touched his face, and already burst into tears.

"This demonic realm really comes from the heart. He even knows that Pindao doesn't care about everything about Jiuzhou, and directly triggers the past. Even though he knows it's an illusion, he can't help but indulge in it for a long time!"

Decades of illusion, the world in an instant.

When Zhou Yi thought about it, he saw a three-inch-sized baby poking out from his forehead and standing in the air.

The baby is white and tender like mercury, with round limbs and no hands and feet, and simple facial features, similar to Zhou Yi.

"After the Nascent Soul is condensed, it must be continuously cultivated and refined until it looks the same as the deity, as if a living person is a Dacheng state!"

Nascent Soul is the condensed mana and soul. After leaving the body, the eyes of the main body are closed, and there is no mana vitality.

After a while.

Nascent Soul drilled back into the body, Zhou Yi opened his eyes, and couldn't help showing joy.

"Daoist Yuanying, you can create a sect to occupy one side and call yourself the ancestor! Even in Dongsheng Shenzhou, where the immortal way is prosperous, Yuanying monks are not common, and they belong to the backbone!"

Zhou Yi opened his mouth and spit out several treasures, and used his mana to re-sacrifice.

The mana in the Nascent Soul stage is ten times stronger than the golden elixir, regardless of quantity or quality, after re-sacrificing, the control will be smoother.

After all, Jindan cultivators are powerless to use Lingbao, and now they can display 100% of their power with lightsaber, Taiqing talisman and so on.

Sitting on the inheritance of the world of cultivating immortals in Jiuzhou, Zhou Yi has long been familiar with the practice of the Yuanying stage, and no one needs to be instructed in terms of skills and key points.

"The major is still the Taixuan Sutra, pointing directly to the orthodox sect of Huashen Xuanmen. No matter where you go, you will not be regarded as a heretic."

"The body training method has been passed down to the Danding sect. The furnace scriptures are used to temper the body with many spiritual fires, pointing directly at the indestructibility of the diamond and the invulnerability of water and fire. It happens that the divine fire fan is in hand, and there is no shortage of spiritual fire for body training. It will get twice the result with half the effort!"

"The method of refining the gods, the Nirvana Sutra still has a follow-up, but the Nascent Soul Buddha Cultivation Society condenses it into relics..."

Zhou Yi pondered for a long time, and temporarily stopped practicing the Nirvana Sutra.

If the relics were not condensed, the many supernatural powers that followed the Nirvana Sutra would not be able to exert even 50% of their power, and they would not be as good as other sects of alchemy.

"As the realm improves, the difference between the two religions of Buddhism and Taoism will become greater. The Taoist spirit and body are combined into one to return to the void, and the Buddhist spirit and relics are transformed into Dharma Arhats!"

"If you want to practice Buddhism and Taoism at the same time, it will be much more difficult!"

The two religions of Buddhism and Taoism do not see each other most of the time, and the consequence of stepping on two boats is that the boat capsizes.

Zhou Yi boasted that Taoism was passed down from his ancestors, so he would not abandon Taoism and enter Buddhism just for a piece of spiritual exercises, and Taoism also has the top-level meditation method.

after one month.

Many treasures have been sacrificed and refined, and it is difficult to complete the conversion of skills in a short time.

Zhou Yi waved the formation restriction into his cuffs, turned into a light and flew eastward, leaving the border of Daheng in a short time.

The Dryad waited for a long time, and when he saw the senior leaving the customs, he hesitated and did not dare to make a sound.

The world of cultivating immortals is strictly hierarchical, and if one sentence makes the senior unhappy, he can only consider himself unlucky if he kills him!

the next day.

Zhou Yi made a big circle outside the country, returned to Daheng Dynasty from the north, and returned to Wushan in the evening.

Flying over the temple in the air, I found that the gods in the temple had changed their appearance, from a Taoist priest holding a sword and a talisman to a literati with a feather fan and a scarf.

"Pindao hasn't returned for two months, and someone has taken over his lair!"

Zhou Yi flew to the core mountain temple, and sensed the breath of a strange monk, as well as the spiritual ginseng doll hiding underground.

"This guy has lived for thousands of years, and his courage hasn't improved at all!"

The mountain temple has changed owners, and the aura is probably in the middle stage of the golden core. The spiritual power of the ginseng doll is far superior, but it hides in the ground for hundreds of feet and dare not come out.

Zhou Yi subconsciously activated the Taiqing talisman to cover up his body and breath, planning to sneak attack and kill people in the future.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerate! Pindao is already a Nascent Soul, and one finger can crush the golden core, so why bother to shrink back?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Yi withdrew the concealment technique, and the aura of majestic mana enveloped the mountain temple, and he gave a loud shout.

"Where did the mountain and wild hairy god dare to occupy this seat!"

The sound entered the thunder and shook the mountains. Daojun Yuanying already had the power to move mountains and take mountains and destroy hundreds of miles.

A ray of light flew out from the mountain temple, and the middle-aged scribe bowed to Zhou Yi with a pale complexion.

"This junior doesn't know that this place has an owner, so he hastily occupied it. Please forgive me, senior. I would like to serve you as a slave..."

The scribe was trembling with fright, searching his guts to find a reason, trying to find a chance to survive.

Zhou Yi asked: "Where do you come from? Do you have a background?"

"The junior and..."

The scribe wanted to make it up, but suddenly he was in a trance, and said truthfully: "This junior is a scholar who failed the ranking. He accidentally got a volume of practice exercises and has been practicing in the capital without any background."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, and continued to use the technique of confusing gods.

"Why did you leave Kyoto and occupy this seat?"

"The younger generation is on duty in the household department. During your Majesty's Beijing inspection, the corruption of ink was learned by the inspection department, so he had to abandon his official position and escape..."

When the scribe said this, his voice became intermittent until his face was distorted and his spirit regained clarity.

"It turned out to be a corrupt official, a fugitive!"

With a smile on his face, Zhou Yi waved his hand and dropped dozens of thunderbolts, enveloping the scribes.

boom!

The scribe didn't even utter a scream, his body was wiped out, leaving only half of his soul floating in the air.

Zhou Yi captured the remnant soul and put it in his cuff.

"Pindao is worrying for no reason, how to contact the imperial court, this will be delivered to your door!"