I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

The singing and dancing in the Xiaoxiang Pavilion is peaceful, and the imperial palace in the capital is in turmoil.

The commanding envoy of the Tangtang Fusi, a first-rank official of the imperial court, died of a person in the rivers and lakes.

Since the East Factory Superintendent Ma stepped into the rivers and lakes, no such incidents have happened again. It was a blatant slap in the face. Emperor Taichang ordered the Zhenfu Division and the Internal Servant Division to search the world.

More than half a month passed, but no trace of Yanbo Diaosou was found.

Perhaps the spies have noticed, but no one wants to avenge the dead, let alone their lives.

As the deeds of Diaosou spread to the rivers and lakes, Daqing warriors were proud and praised, and listed him as the second best master in the world after the governor of Dongchang.

It is said that Zhou Dugong is still alive, and the news is unknown, but no one dares to make fun of the Nine Clans.

It's appalling, nothing more than this!

At this time.

Duke Zhou, the number one in the world, is lying on his gums and feigning sleep

Embroidered curtains and drapes, candle shadows shaking red, the new oiran's blushing face gently draws circles on Zhou Yi's chest.

In just half a month, Zhou Yi became a distinguished guest of the Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Not to mention spending money like water, but also relying on the method of condensing the true energy to display the first-class kung fu on the couch.

After all, seeing too many eunuchs coaxing court ladies, even if there is no root of trouble, they can still dizzy the ladies.

Zhou Yi only made a little effort to make the girls in the hall eat their marrow and taste, and even a few sisters wanted to redeem themselves, vying to be a concubine with him.

suddenly.

A ray of cold wind blew through the window, and the red candle flickered a few times to extinguish it.

"who?"

Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, facing the black shadow outside the window, flicking his fingers and shooting sword energy,

brush!

The light of the knife shone and collided with the sword energy.

The person who brought out the saber controlled the true qi, which can be said to be the pinnacle, the magnitude of the strength just coincided with the annihilation of the sword qi.

"This body-shattering and invisible sword energy is not as powerful as Jianghu said."

A person jumped in from the window, he looked like a young man in his twenties, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, white clothes fluttering, a long knife pinned to his waist, and a folding fan in his hand, with four seal characters written on it.

No. 1 in the world!

Zhou Yi said in a deep voice: "Little baby speaks loudly, and I'm not afraid that Dugong Zhou will call."

The young man said to himself: "If you fight with the Duke, you can't ask for it!"

Zhou Yi sneered, ignored the young man, and turned his head to look at the corner of the room: "The friends who are hiding there, why don't you come out and get to know each other?"

A cloud of black smoke manifested, slowly condensing into a half-empty, half-solid human figure.

Both hands and feet are complete, but they are blurred, only the head is the same as that of ordinary people, and the face is the same as the old deer before his death.

Zhou Yi concealed his nostalgia and hatred in his heart, pretending to be shocked.

"Ghost?"

"Our old deer is indeed a ghost."

After Lao Lu introduced himself, he cut to the chase and said, "Mr. Qi is over a hundred years old. Even if he breaks through the innate by chance, he will not have much life left."

"There is a way here in our family, which can obtain the secret of longevity. Is Mr. Qi interested?"

Yanbo Diaosou's surname is Qi, he used to be a teacher in a private school, and later he abandoned literature and went to martial arts to venture into the rivers and lakes, and he checked everything for the old deer.

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, and asked back: "Could it be that the rumors in the world are true?"

Sixteen years ago, the Nine Great Masters failed to besiege the Governor of Dongchang, and then there were rumors about immortality, but not many people really believed it.

"It's absolutely true."

Lao Lu said: "However, Duke Du is very powerful. If you rely on one person alone, you will be killed. Why don't Mr. Qi join forces first, and then each will rely on his own ability after success."

Zhou Yi wondered: "The Dugong has disappeared for many years, how can we find his trace?"

"If he doesn't come out of the world, all his enemies will die."

The old deer said: "Our family understands the duke's temperament, and will definitely not be able to resist coming out to take revenge, so we just need to wait for him to throw himself into the trap!"

Zhou Yi secretly scolded Lao Lu for really understanding himself, and asked: "So you set a trap near Duke Du's enemies?"

"This kind of method is too crude, and it is difficult to deceive the Duke."

The old deer said: "Our family has rescued the Dugong clan. When he hears that the Zhou family is still alive, he will definitely go back to check secretly..."

The Zhou family is not dead?

Zhou Yi narrowed his eyes. Fortunately, he designed the bait first and caught the old deer, otherwise it would be another hard battle.

Thinking of this, he hesitated and said: "The duke's strength is unfathomable, the siege may not be successful, and he may even be seriously injured and die. Instead of fighting for the illusory longevity, I might as well enjoy the years!"

The old deer carefully observed Diao Sou's expression, he didn't seem to be pretending to evade the excuse, but relaxed his guard a bit, pointed to himself and said, "Mr. Qi, what do you think of our ghost body?"

Zhou Yi said: "It's quite mysterious."

"Live more than five hundred!"

Lao Lu said: "If Mr. Qi is willing to join hands, regardless of success or failure, our family will offer the method of prolonging the life of ghosts and immortals."

Zhou Yi showed a heart-wrenching expression: "Is it really five hundred life yuan?"

"really!"

The old deer was eager for someone to practice this method, and said: "Our family will teach the first half of the book first, and Mr. Qi will understand it by himself, and then give the second half of the book afterward."

Zhou Yi quickly agreed: "Behead the duke and eliminate harm for the Jianghu, we should do our best."

The young man next to him laughed out loud, and said contemptuously, "Mr. Qi's face is no worse than those from famous families."

Zhou Yi glanced at him, and said coldly, "Who is this guy?"

"Ba Saber disciple, the sword god Luo Shuo."

Lao Lu introduced: "Xiaoyou Luo is a peerless genius. He was born able to sense the energy of heaven and earth. He has practiced martial arts at a rapid pace. At the age of 23, he broke through his innate talent and is known as the number one in the world in the future!"

Zhou Yi frowned, he was not an old monster with good looks, he said doubtfully.

"Aspiring to live forever at such an age?"

As long as the innate masters don't die in the fight, each of them can live to be a hundred and five years old, and Luo Shuo can still shake the rivers and lakes for more than a hundred years, so it's not worth taking risks for illusory longevity.

"Master died at the hands of Duke Du, as a disciple, he should take revenge"

Luo Shuo lightly shook his folding fan and said, "Besides, I'll have a fight with Duke Du and get rid of the word "future" earlier."

Zhou Yi looked at Luo Shuo carefully, he didn't have the ferocity of a congenital master at all, instead he looked like a rookie who had just come out of the rivers and lakes, obviously never experienced conspiracy and tricks.

It's reasonable to think about it carefully, Luo Shuo is a master when he came out of the mountain, ordinary people in the Jianghu would not dare to calculate, everyone has to serve him sincerely.

"When will you give me the Longevity Sutra?"

"Just do it now."

The old deer floated a few steps forward, and without looking at Luo Shuo, he picked up the brush on the table, dipped it in the ink and began to write the Ghost Immortal Prolonging Life Sutra.

Luo Shuo read the general outline of the scriptures, pondered for a while, and even shook his head slightly, with a little disdain in his eyes.

The root of the Sutra of Prolonging Life is the art of refining ghosts, that is, torturing the body with torture and secret methods, producing endless pain and resentment, supplemented by the obsession of prolonging life, and finally attracting the yin energy of heaven and earth to infuse the soul and form ghosts.

Such stupid and clumsy methods are beyond Luo Shuo's vision.

In the future, when his lifespan will be exhausted, Luo Shuo is confident that he will be able to unify the martial arts in the world, and bring forth new ones to break through the innate realm.

"Wonderful, wonderful..."

Zhou Yi stepped forward to gather together, pretending to be attracted by the content of the Longevity Sutra, but in fact he was only two or three steps away from the old deer, and the zhenqi in his body instantly turned from static to raging waves.

The six-foot-long golden body smashed the room apart.

The infuriating energy that was as deep as the sea enveloped a radius of tens of feet, blocking any direction in which the old deer could escape, and it fell like a torrential rain.

"Xiao Yizi!"

The old deer screamed out, never expecting that Zhou Yi would dig a hole in the brothel. Seeing the blast of innate qi, he opened his mouth and spit out five fists and big skulls.

The skull rose against the wind and turned into the size of an adult's head, exhaling black smoke and making a piercing whistling sound.

Boom boom boom...

There were five explosions in a row, and all the skulls shattered, failing to stop Zhou Yi's majestic true energy at all.

The old deer's face was distorted ferociously, and the skull was connected with his mind. After being broken, it directly devoured the ghost body. No matter how difficult it was to maintain the condensed shape of the lower body, it turned back into a gray mist.

at the same time.

Luo Shuo's reaction was extremely quick, and he slashed at Zhou Yi's neck with the sword combined.

Zhou Yi used the nine-layered true astral body to protect himself, and ignored Luo Shuo's saber light. All his thoughts were on the old deer, seeing that the ghost's body was shattered into dozens of black smoke under the torment of the true energy.

The mist fled in all directions, either flying into the sky, or burrowing into the ground, one of which was the soul of the old deer.

"die!"

Countless sword qi erupted from Zhou Yizhang's six bodies, killing all the black smoke.

The continuous roar lasted for more than a dozen breaths, and the entire Xiaoxiang Pavilion was turned into ruins, as if it had been washed by artillery.

"Is it dead?"

Zhou Yi stood among the remnants of the broken wall, looked around carefully and sensed, he didn't find the remnant soul of the old deer, but he was not sure that he had killed him completely.

After hacking more than a dozen knives in the back, he finally broke through the body shield, leaving a foot-long scar.

The severe pain brought Zhou Yi back to his senses. There was still an ant that hadn't been cleaned up. He waved his hand and splashed sword energy to force the light of the sword back. Luo Shuo was about to be crushed when he closed his palms together.

"Duke Shenwei, see you in the future."

Luo Shuo's unrestrained voice came out, and the light of the saber shrank to the size of a foot, turned around, and flew towards the sky like a thunderbolt.

The use of this kind of combination of human and sword has already surpassed Huo Cong, the tyrant sword. The speed of ordinary people's lightness kung fu is exhausted by the physical body, and no matter how fast it is, it can't compare with the incarnation of sword light.

Moreover, the size of the knife light can be changed at will, and it can also fly into the sky and drill into the ground, which is the ultimate life-saving method.

"Get back!"

Zhou Yi yelled at Luo Shuo, the sound was deafening and could be heard more than ten miles away. Terrifying zhenqi spewed out from the mouth, quickly soaring to the thickness of beams and columns, across the sky and blasting the light of the knife into pieces.

Luo Shuo suffered such a heavy blow, no matter how difficult it was to maintain the unity of human and sword, his body fell like a kite with a broken string.

Zhou Yi dispelled the Vajra Immortality magical power, returned to normal size, grabbed Luo Shuo by the neck and lifted him up, coldly said: "If our family didn't only have Lao Lu in our eyes, you wouldn't even have a chance to make a move!"

Luo Shuo was covered in blood and was seriously injured, but still maintained a bit of arrogance.

"Give me another ten years..."

"Our family won't give it!"

Zhou Yi resolutely crushed Luo Shuo, his true energy shattered the internal organs along the meridians, and the gods came to save his life.

After shaking Luo Shuo's body, a few banknotes and a roll of knife manuals dropped out.

"It really is a young child who has just entered the rivers and lakes, or he is too confident to carry the secret book with him."

Zhou Yi picked up the knife manual, and a few vertical jumps disappeared.

After a long time.

More than a dozen figures of different shapes stood on the roof near the Xiaoxiang Pavilion and watched.

There are monks and Taoism, there are soldiers and Confucianism.

Most of these people are white-haired old men with a condensed and strong aura, and any one of them is a well-known master in the Jianghu.

"Amitabha!"

The yellow-robed old monk proclaimed the Buddha's name, fear flashed in his eyes, and more greed: "Duke Du is really a great demon in the world, if we don't get rid of it as soon as possible, the world will be in trouble!"

Few people believed in the previous rumors of immortality, and most of them thought it was just a gimmick to kill the duke.

Now that the Dugong has appeared again, the rumors are somewhat credible.

The purple-clothed old man said contemptuously: "Old bald donkey, you are so bony that Duke Du can kill you with a single finger, how dare you covet him?"

The old monk clasped his hands together, his face was solemn and his face was compassionate.

"The poor monk is no match for the great demon, but the hundreds of millions of Buddhist believers will surely be able to restore the purity of the world."

Everyone suddenly realized that no matter how powerful the Dugong is, he is still a loner, and no matter how strong his true energy and physical strength are, there are limits.

As long as one can achieve longevity, no matter how many people die, it is worth it even if there is even a slight possibility!