I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

It was a good thing for Zhouyi that Tianting mistook Sun Changsheng.

The gazes of immortals and true gods gather, and no one cares about the mortal realm, let alone the declining Xuanyuanzong.

Twenty years passed in a blink of an eye.

The elder sister Xuan Yu has cultivated to the perfection of foundation establishment, purifies her mana every day, and waits for the opportunity to form an alchemy.

Junior brother Xuan Li has grown up, his appearance is ordinary, his four spirit root qualifications are almost the lowest, and he has only reached the middle stage of qi refining.

"Dongsheng Shenzhou's aura is really strong, and Xuanli's cultivation speed is no worse than Jiuzhou's top aptitude!"

Zhou Yi has been stuck at the completion of foundation establishment, excuses that the Taoist heart is not perfect, and dare not trigger the alchemy thunder calamity. Every ten years, he meets Zhou Xin, the god of persuasion, and reports that there has been no change in Xuanyuan Mountain.

"Xuan Yu may condense the pill!"

Zhou Xin took out a purple elixir, and ordered: "Tell her to take this thing, it will disturb her mind when she crosses the catastrophe, and the elixir formation will fail."

"Can."

Zhou Yi nodded in agreement, and then turned the pill into powder.

The Heavenly Court True God did not know what kind of secret technique was used to cover the entire Dongsheng Shenzhou. Once someone crossed the catastrophe, it would trigger a curse. The spell was mixed with a few powerful thunder catastrophes, and secretly disturbed the soul of the monks.

Zhou Yi has read the classics of the Three Religions, but he has never heard of such techniques.

"Whether the immortal way is in the sky or against the sky, there has never been a supernatural power to aggravate the thunder disaster. It should be a heretic supernatural power!"

The years are like water, and the sun is like a shuttle.

Another ten years passed.

When Xuan Li was thirty years old, he knew that his qualifications were low, so he bid farewell to his master and went down the mountain to carry on the family line.

There are only three masters and apprentices left on Xuanyuan Mountain. Lingweizi may be disheartened, or he may have other plans.

today.

The night was deep.

In his sleep, Xuan Yu saw the old man with white beard.

"Meet Master."

Cultivators don't have to worship only one person as a teacher, even if a different person teaches the Dharma in a dream, Xuan Yu respects him as a teacher.

The old Taoist caressed his long beard, and said: "You have been established for some years, and you can trigger Thunder Tribulation at any time, but no matter whether you have an alchemy or not, you will inevitably fail in the end!"

"inevitable?"

Xuan Yu's complexion changed slightly, not because he was suspicious, but because he thought of the senior brother and the second senior brother.

"I also ask Master to show me the way to survive!"

"Pimpedao has the method of Buddhist reincarnation, which can trace back the memory of the previous life, but this method is somewhat risky..."

The old Taoist slowly said: "Perhaps the heart of the Dao has collapsed, or the previous life seized the house, it is a different kind of body death and Dao disappearance. Even if you survive the reincarnation calamity safely, you will be affected by the memory of the previous life, and your temperament will change drastically!"

Xuan Yu showed doubts on his face, and righteous monks are extremely taboo against foreign evil.

Once you can't control it, the consequences will be worse than death!

"Master, I don't know the disciple's previous life, does it have anything to do with you?"

The old Taoist stared at the vicissitudes of life, and sighed after a long time.

"That happened a long time ago. There is not much cause and effect. It's just that Pindao is too old, and he has some inexplicable nostalgia for the past."

Xuan Yu didn't know how far it was, maybe a thousand or three thousand years, and said after careful consideration.

"Master, please cast a spell!"

...

The words are divided into two ends.

Let's say that Sun Changsheng won the official position, relying on the title of "Heavenly Master" and "Big Senior Brother", he was very happy in the Heavenly Court.

In just thirty years, he has been promoted to three levels.

From the ninth-rank management battalion to the sixth-rank prison, and regardless of strength or relationship, he can put his position in jail.

today.

Sun Changsheng finished his practice and entered the eighteenth floor prison with his token.

According to the number, blood essence is drawn one by one, less for human races, and more for monster races.

Hundreds of thousands of prisoners quickly gathered a pool of blood.

"With so much monk's blood, if you don't know how many souls you have slaughtered in the common world, now you don't have to commit crimes, and you don't have to violate the rules of heaven. You can take it back every few days!"

"What Master said is indeed true, the end of the road is to be an official!"

Sun Changsheng returned to the cave, opened his mouth and swallowed the pool of blood.

The abdominal cavity has been refined into a storage cave, with a radius of hundreds of feet, which has been filled with the blood of monks, and 48,000 stone monkeys are floating in it.

After finishing the daily work, Sun Changsheng meditated and practiced.

At this time.

A message came from Hua Yangzi, the emperor of the East.

The emperors of the four directions of the heavenly court were the first to become true gods, and then lived in seclusion behind the scenes, not even appearing in court. Hua Yangzi went out of customs today to summon Sun Changsheng for the celebration of the Millennium True God.

"The emperor invited me, so I have to go."

Sun Changsheng summoned the officials under his command and asked the emperor what hobbies he had.

Captain Niu said: "Ancient scriptures are the best for the emperor of the East. The longer the time, the better, or ancient magic."

The divine way stops at the true god, and it is difficult to go further, and it is difficult to leave Dongsheng Shenzhou, so don't even think about ascending to the fairyland, so Hua Yangzi hopes to use the ancient books to comprehend the way above the true god by himself.

"The ancient books..."

Sun Changsheng rolled his eyes, and there was a prisoner in the 18th floor prison, who might have ancient scriptures in his possession.

"Give me the 18th-layer token, and I will visit Fellow Daoist Sinking and ask him for a few volumes of classics."

The prisoners held in the 18th floor of the prison are all prisoners of the transformation stage, and the sentence is endless, and they will be held until they die.

Among them, the most famous ones are several demon heads, who were once the masters of the demon sect branch.

After the immortals of the Demon Cult ascended to the throne, the remaining demon leaders repeatedly rebelled against the Heavenly Court, and after being suppressed several times, they were almost cut off from the orthodoxy. However, there are a few demon sects, either fearing the power of the heavenly court, or receiving the guidance of their ancestors, they strictly abide by the laws of heaven.

From the magic way to the sect, there are even additions, deletions and revisions to the exercises.

However, as long as you want to investigate, there will always be crimes. The remaining branches of the magic way, from top to bottom, are all imprisoned in the prison.

In order to prevent the devil from escaping, the formation tokens of the 18th-level prison are held separately by all the righteous gods in the prison, and can only be opened if they are activated at the same time.

Niu Xiaowei and the others heard the words, didn't think too much, and handed the token directly to Sun Changsheng.

This is not the first time this kind of thing has happened. There have been no problems in the sky prison for a thousand years, and the rules set back then have become extremely loose. For example, it is also against the law for officials to contact prisoners privately, and now it has become a habit to be subtle.

Sun Changsheng entered the 18th floor of the prison, and urged the restraining token to open one of the cells.

The grey-haired old Taoist sat in prison, sensing the fluctuation of the restriction, raised his eyelids and said, "I just collected blood essence a few days ago, why are you here again?"

"Fellow Daoist Trapped in the Sky, don't worry, it's not for essence and blood today."

Sun Changsheng told about the Eastern Emperor's banquet, cupped his hands and said, "I just ask for one volume of ancient scriptures, and when I come back from the banquet, I would like to give fellow Taoists a thousand spirit stones."

"Hmph! For Huayang's birthday banquet, I would rather die than give a congratulatory gift."

When Zhu Kong heard the name of Dongfang Monarch, he couldn't help snorting coldly.

Nine hundred years ago, Tianjun was certified for the first time. As a result, Hua Yangzi came, and on the grounds that Tianjun killed mortals by lightning, he took the newly succeeded Sky Island Master into the prison.

At that time, Hua Yangzi was already a true god, perhaps far inferior to a human immortal, and it was easy to bully the newly promoted Huayangzi.

Sun Changsheng smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist, don't be so stubborn, your lifespan is less than five hundred, do you want to cut off the Daoist lineage on the empty island?"

Zhu Kong asked: "If I give you the ancient scriptures, the inheritance will not be cut off?"

Sun Changsheng shook his head and said: "I can't guarantee that, with the spirit stone, I can always live longer."

Zakong was silent for a long time, and slowly spoke out an ancient scripture.

The Demon Cult has a long history and is even protected by the ancestors of the upper realms. After several epochs, it has been passed down unceasingly. Many ancient books have been collected on the empty island.

"Thank you, fellow daoist."

Sun Changsheng carefully noted that it turned out to be a volume written by righteous sages, and waved his hand to send the spirit stones into the prison cell.

Activate the token to lock the formation prohibition.

Flying towards the Eastern Emperor's Palace on a cloud, I met many righteous gods who received the message and greeted them familiarly.

Not long.

When they arrived at the Emperor's Palace, Sun Changsheng had already gathered hundreds of righteous gods, at least in the middle three ranks.

When the clouds fall, there are heavenly soldiers to lead the way.

After a while.

A roll call resounded throughout the palace: "Sun Tianshi, a volume of the ancient Taoist scriptures."

The gods who had been present all showed strange expressions when they heard the words. It was rumored that the celestial master was the best at digging graves, and now he is reincarnated and still retains his craftsmanship.

Hua Yangzi sat at the head, and compared with a thousand years ago, he was more imposing and majestic.

"Tianshi Sun, please take your seat."

"Thank you, Monarch."

Sun Changsheng was sitting on the right, next to Gu Xiao, obviously an acquaintance specially arranged for him.

When the righteous gods come together, the banquet will officially start.

Hua Yangzi said: "Back then, the Celestial Master liked fine wine the most. The poor Taoist spent hundreds of years searching all over Shenzhou, and got a lot of thousand-year-old fine wine. Today, I took out all of them to congratulate the prosperity of the Heavenly Court and the return of the Celestial Master!"

All the gods sang promises in unison, and saw the heavenly soldiers come out carrying the wine jars one by one.

The Heavenly Court ruled Shenzhou for thousands of years, and the strength of the Heavenly Soldiers was at least Golden Core. Judging by the shaking movements of the wine, it was unknown how much wine was in the altar.

Wow!

Heavenly soldiers pour wine like a lake pouring over.

The wine glass is also extraordinary, several thousand catties of wine were poured into it, but it was only just filled.

Sun Changsheng couldn't help admiring: "As expected of the True God of Returning to the Void, one of the few giants in the heaven, the wine used in this celebration can fill several large lakes."

The upright gods seated there are also extraordinary people, and they raised their heads to drink up thousands of catties of wine and drank them all.

The aroma of the wine is overflowing and refreshing.

Sun Changsheng drank several cups in a row, but he didn't use his power to dissolve it, and he was a little tipsy.

"Good wine!"

Several heavenly soldiers waited beside him, filling the wine glass as soon as it was dry.

The banquet lasted for several days, Sun Changsheng let go of his drinking capacity, and drank more than a dozen jars by himself, not to mention the other delicacies of dragon liver and phoenix marrow.

At the end of the banquet, Sun Changsheng was very drunk and left the hall staggeringly.

"Go back to the prison."

Teng Yun rode the fog for more than 2,000 miles, but his mana suddenly failed to flow smoothly, the clouds under his feet dissipated, and his body fell to the ground.

With a plop, it smashed through the palace.

Sun Changsheng scratched his head and looked around, but there were countless panacea.

"This is... the Immortal Pill Hall belonging to the Hubu?"

The Household Department is the most luxurious department in the Heavenly Court. It is in charge of all the mineral veins of spiritual objects in Dongsheng Shenzhou, and it governs the third subsidiary department of Danqifu. After refining the received spiritual objects, they sell them to Zhengshen at market prices.

This is also one of the benefits of the Heavenly Court God, as long as there are enough incense and spirit stones, you can buy any magic weapon.

"Break into the alchemy hall without permission is a serious crime, you must leave quickly!"

Sun Changsheng's magic power circulated, and most of the smell of alcohol dissipated immediately. He was about to turn into a light and leave when he caught a glimpse of the alchemy furnace standing in the hall.

The seven-color flames were burning fiercely, and layers of restrictions were blocked, but they couldn't stop the furnace cover from constantly beating. It seems that what is refined in the furnace is a living thing, and it keeps hitting the seal. Every time the furnace cover is lifted, there will be a strong fragrance of dandelion and Buddha's light overflowing,

"Buddhist elixir?"

Sun Changsheng thought for a moment, his eyes sparkled, and he looked inside along the gap in the furnace cover.

"There is actually a relic in the furnace? I am afraid that some arhat left behind such a breath. How could such a spiritual mountain treasure appear in the heavenly court?"

"No wonder the pill furnace keeps beating. Although the Arhat relic is a dead thing, it still retains the will of Buddhism in life. I am afraid that the difficulty of forcibly refining it is comparable to fighting with immortals!"

Sun Changsheng thought of this, and suddenly realized that he might have stumbled upon a top secret.

Heaven dares to refine Arhat relics, how is it different from rebelling against the three religions?

"Slip away, such things can't be contaminated..."

Sun Changsheng pinched the formula with his hands and restored the broken roof of the palace.

As a result, before the escape light flew out of the alchemy hall, a ray of Buddha light engulfed it and forcibly pulled it into the alchemy furnace.

"what happened?"

Sun Changsheng subconsciously circulated his mana, and opened his mouth to spit out hundreds of talisman seals to protect himself from the raging flames in the alchemy furnace. He raised his head to look at the Arhat relic, which was close at hand, and found that it was covered with cracks.

"This relic is about to die!"

hum!

There was a loud noise in the alchemy furnace, and the Arhat relics shattered into powder, turning into immeasurable Buddha lights and entering Sun Changsheng's body.

The inheritance of Arhats is so grand that Tianjun's physical body can't bear it, and it turns into powder in an instant. Countless top spiritual objects stored in the pill furnace emit medicinal power under the brewing of the spiritual fire, maintaining Sun Changsheng's spirit, spirit, and soul to survive in the inheritance.

After a while.

Sun Changsheng's shattered body was restored again, naked, and all the magical treasures and spiritual objects collected and stored over the years were ground into fly ash for the inheritance of Buddhism.

Only the blood pool in the belly and the stone monkey barely survived, and under the continuous washing of the Buddha's light, they merged into one at a speed visible to the naked eye.

boom!

Sun Changsheng's body collapsed again, and he recovered after a while, and the cycle repeated hundreds of times, and finally he could barely bear the Arhat relic.

at the same time.

The pool of blood in his stomach had disappeared, and all of them were integrated into the stone monkeys. The original lifelike stone statues came to life one by one, turning into forty-eight thousand monkey-shaped blood shadows with self-awareness.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

A series of familiar voices awakened Sun Changsheng from his confusion.

"Children, are you finally resurrected?"

The blood shadows nodded one after another when they heard the words, shouted the voice of "King", and jumped into Sun Changsheng's body one by one, like swallows returning to their nests and merging with him.

Every time a blood shadow merged, Sun Changsheng's mana increased by one point.

The body of the ape, which was originally immortal, gradually turned into a blood shadow that seemed virtual and real. In this state, the body and soul merged at an extremely fast speed.

When the blood and shadow merge.

The inheritance of Arhats has not stopped, and immeasurable Buddha light poured into Sun Changsheng's body, and dense golden textures appeared in the blood shadow's body, which seemed chaotic and disorderly, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be volumes of Buddhist scriptures.

After a long time.

Sun Changsheng merged with the 48,000 blood shadows, his body changed from virtual to real, and he returned to the body of a red ape.

Sensing the almost endless power in his body, Sun Changsheng lightly clenched his fists, and a spiderweb-like crack appeared in the void, which could be broken with just a little force.

Roar!

Looking up to the sky and screaming, the demonic energy soared into the sky.

Sun Changsheng caressed the center of his brows, at some point inscribed the swastika mark, and circulated the golden red magic power in his body. Suddenly, a Buddhist light wheel appeared behind his head, and the extremely strong Buddha light radiated from his body. Golden lotuses bloomed in the sky, and bursts of Zen chant came out.

"Poverty Dao is based on Daoism, merging the 48,000 blood god sons of the Devil Dao, and refining the Arhat relics..."

"The three religions are one, the Buddha and the devil are one, and finally prove the immortal!"

Sun Changsheng jumped out of the alchemy furnace and stood naked in the air, his red hair burning and fluttering like a flame.