I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"What is God?"

Zhou Yi looked up at the sky with an incredible look on his face.

The level of strength has reached the level of Zhouyi. He can open mountains and cut off rivers at the snap of his fingers. He no longer believes in any legends about gods and gods, and naturally he does not believe in the existence of God in the world.

“God is God’s will!”

Lao Lu's voice gradually became cold and stern, and every word was like a knife cutting: "Our family acts on behalf of heaven and kills you who have jumped out of the three realms."

"It turns out that God's will is against me!"

Zhou Yi thought for a moment and asked: "The King of Zhenbei, Tang Mingyuan, Emperor Longqing... do they represent God's will?"

"certainly."

A ghost head emerged from the old deer's body. It looked very similar to the former Tang Zhiyuan. His eyes turned into will-o'-the-wisps, and his mouth opened and closed to let out a ghostly roar.

"It's a pity that they are not strong enough and can only act according to their nature, and it is difficult to understand God's will!"

When Zhou Yi saw Tang Mingyuan, he had a sudden realization. Then he looked at the faces of other ghosts. Sure enough, there were several dead old friends. They were obviously swallowed by the old deer after practicing the Ghost Immortal Life Extension Sutra.

"How virtuous and capable I am to provoke God to kill me. No matter life or death, victory or defeat, I will die without regret if I have this honor."

"Jiejiejie..."

The old deer laughed strangely, and in a flash, dozens of ghost faces rushed towards him like a tide. They were all terrifying and ferocious, and their aura was far superior to that of a martial arts master.

"Xiao Yizi, our family will always remember you!"

Zhou Yi opened and closed his eyes, shooting out streams of true energy, easily annihilating the ghost's face, and waving his hand to release countless sword energy, as if the raging river was endless.

The sword energy swept across, cutting the old deer into pieces, and then rose up into the sky and tore apart the dark clouds covering the sky.

The cold moonlight fell from the gaps in the clouds, illuminating the palace that was mostly shattered in one blow. Zhou Yi stood among the broken walls and carefully sensed all directions.

The old deer's aura dissipated, and it seemed that he was indeed dead.

Since the last fight, Zhou Yi's martial arts cultivation has increased for two hundred years and has reached a state that is difficult for him to judge.

Even illusory monsters and ghosts can be easily wiped out.

"This God's will doesn't seem to be very good, does it?"

Zhou Yi had no expression on his face and walked towards the Qinzheng Hall, intending to summon officials to repair the palace and then thoroughly investigate the person who set the fire tonight, including the nine clans.

After taking the throne for more than a hundred years, he repeatedly revised the laws of the Zhou Dynasty, moving closer and closer to justice.

Perhaps due to unknown influences, the punishment for executing the Nine Tribes has not been revised. Some new-style officials born in the Zhengtong Dynasty often petitioned Zhou Yi to remove this punishment, saying it was inhumane.

"Today I am very happy to have our big enemy removed, so I will only kill the three tribes..."

Zhou Yi paused and suddenly felt his soul twitching. The pain that originated from the deepest part of his soul was ten thousand times more painful than any torture.

Now Zhou Yi's physical body is made of true energy and is no longer flesh and blood. He can regenerate his broken arms and legs, but he cannot resist the pain of his soul.

Deep in the soul, a black mist flowed everywhere.

Dozens of grimaces appeared on the surface of the black mist, led by Lao Lu, who let out a continuous weird laugh.

Lao Lu obviously didn't make a sound, but Zhou Yi's soul heard the words, and the communication of thoughts and souls became more convenient and faster.

"The Duke's martial arts has reached an unimaginable level. Even if God helps us, we can't defeat him. Since it's difficult to break through from the outside, let's break through from the inside and directly devour the soul."

As he spoke, the black mist split into dozens of ghost faces and flew in all directions, leaving only Lao Lu himself in the mist.

Each ghost face occupies a territory and then begins to decompose on its own, turning Zhou Yi's originally pure soul into a grayish state.

Zhou Yi's soul saw all this, but he didn't know how to kill it. He watched the ghostly faces constantly eroding his soul, and the extreme pain made him feel a little dazed.

The majestic true energy flows through the meridians, trying to wash away the ghostly face attached to the soul, but it is of no use.

Those ghosts that erode the soul are like they are not in the same dimension as the physical body and the true energy. Even though Zhou Yi can cut off mountains and rivers, there is nothing he can do about them.

"Jiejiejie..."

The old deer monster smiled and said: "Don't waste your efforts anymore. Our family is already dead. How can you kill a dead person?"

"What on earth are you?"

Zhou Yi's face was calm and unfazed. After being an emperor for more than a hundred years, he had already lost all emotion and anger. Even if he faced death, he would not be afraid.

"What is our family..."

Lao Lu had the upper hand, but hesitated and spoke after a long time.

"Our family is now an illusory memory. It depends on God for its existence. If it loses God's will, it will disappear!"

"memory?"

Zhou Yi didn't need to continue asking, he already understood what Lao Lu meant. Many strange pictures appeared in his mind, as if they were things he had experienced personally.

For example, I learned swordsmanship from my master since I was a child, and after going through many hardships, I became a swordsman...

Such as traveling through time and reciting poems and writing poems based on memories of past lives...

Another example is being born with Buddha nature and becoming a Buddhist monk...

Endless memories were forcefully poured into Zhou Yi's mind, as if he were experiencing the long lives of dozens of people at the same time, with everything happening every day and every month clearly visible.

"So, God can't kill me, so he just wants to change my ways?"

Zhou Yi clung to his mind and tried to resist the erosion of memory, but the memory was born from the bottom of his heart and could not be rejected at all.

"Our family is Zhou Yi, the governor of Dongchang, not some bullshit swordsman, let alone a bald donkey... Could it be that Master Xuanyun is my previous life? Or a certain life?"

Zhou Yi lived for more than two hundred years, and his experience was beyond the reach of ordinary people.

The memory of three or five people can be integrated into it, and it can still keep oneself awake. However, when dozens of people are integrated into it at the same time, they soon begin to doubt their identity.

What's more, the owners of these memories are all momentary heroes, and their memories are far more polluted than ordinary people.

"It's finally almost done!"

Lao Lu looked at the dark soul and couldn't help showing a proud look. As long as all the memories were confused, he could seize the body and control all the memories.

Even if it is no longer the pure self at that time!

The fusion of memories is long and short. In just a few breaths from the outside world, Zhou Yi has experienced a long life of dozens of people, and he can no longer tell which one is his true self.

"who I am?"

Zhou Yi murmured to himself: "My surname is Tang? Huo? Or is my surname Li..."

Seeing this, Lao Lu knew that the time had come, and his ghostly face flew out of the black mist, rushing towards the remaining aura of light in his soul.

I don't know where this spiritual light came from. It was extremely dazzling in the dark soul, and it could not be annihilated no matter how much memory washed away. The radiance it exuded was an irresistible temptation for Lao Lu.

Lao Lu was cautious in his actions during his lifetime. He would definitely resist the temptation of spiritual light and integrate the memory of divine soul control according to the established plan.

The current Lao Lu is just a ball of memory without any ability to make independent judgments. He felt the temptation of the aura and rushed over.

"As long as we swallow it, our family will achieve eternity!"

Lao Lu rushed into the spiritual light and saw a floating green tree. It looked like a branch randomly cut off from the tree.

"This is?"

Before the old deer could get closer, the branches burst out with bright light, and tens of thousands of years of memories poured out.

No matter the governor of Dongchang or the Taoist monk who is a master of swords, they are not even a drop of water in the raging torrent of memory, and they are all washed away in an instant.

outside world.

Zhou Yi moved his hands and feet, and the true energy in his body was quickly refined into magic power, and he looked up at the sky.

"Pindao is back!"