Immortality: Start Cultivating Immortality From Pingshan Mountain

There is a saying in the Book of Songs.

 ‘The mayfly is like a canal, and it will live and die every day’

 Guo Pu, a master of Feng Shui in the Jin Dynasty, also wrote in his poem about traveling to immortals, "If I ask about the mayflies, I would rather know about the year of the turtle and the crane."

Generally speaking, the lifespan of an adult mayfly is extremely short, ranging from a few hours to a day, or even longer, only six or seven days, before it completes its life.

 So, life and death are no exaggeration.

 But these insects in front of us seem to have been living here for countless years.

 Using the sacred tree as a nest, it sleeps all year round.

Even though Chen Yulou was born with night eyes, it was difficult to detect their existence, so that at first, he thought they were just the color of the Kunlun sacred tree itself.

"careful!"

 “Shopkeeper, beware!”

 The sudden change shocked not only Chen Yulou, but also everyone at the stone gate behind him.

Kunlun was even more anxious.

　　With a cry of surprise, he stood up and was about to rush out.

 But there is someone faster than him.

With the tip of Partridge Mountain, the rabbit rises and the falcon falls, landing on the big lake almost in the blink of an eye. Stepping on the water, relying on the weak counter-shock force, the person jumped up again.

 “Brother Chen...continue!”

While still in mid-air, he took off his umbrella with his backhand and opened it with a bang.

 Throw it away.

  The forty-nine Dharma mirrors under the umbrella are like waterfalls of golden light, all shining on the "dark clouds" rising on the island.

The mirror umbrella of the Bishan lineage was taken out from the ruins of a Taoist sect by the previous generation of Taoist Bishan. Before entering the country, they, a brother and sister, only treated it as a protective object.

 Invulnerable to wind and rain, and impervious to water and fire.

Even if you encounter a powerful crossbow and hidden arrow trap, you can still stop it with a mirror umbrella.

 In these years, I have saved them countless times.

Now, a wisp of majestic spiritual energy enters from the handle of the umbrella, and a golden light rises from the umbrella with an astonishing momentum.

Boom—

 Taoist aura is the best at restraining evil spirits.

At this moment, the light and fire shot out, and only a bang was heard. Wherever it shined, the swarm of golden mayflies were instantly pierced, like white snow under the scorching sun, turning into a wisp of black smoke.

Seeing this situation, Chen Yulou's heart moved and he subconsciously reached out to catch it.

Before entering the cave, he protected his whole body with spiritual energy. Although the golden mayflies outside him were strange, it was impossible to break through the protection.

but.

He has seen this mountain-moving weapon many times before.

 But he has never had such a terrifying ability.

 For a moment, I couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

At this moment, holding the handle of the umbrella, a ray of inspiration burst out from the golden elixir. In an instant, the entire mirror umbrella seemed to have turned into a ball of flame, burning blazingly.

 The golden light is blazing.

  Like a great sun.

Almost instantly, the entire underground cave was illuminated like daylight.

"this…"

Partridge Whistle, who was still planning to help, saw this astonishing situation and froze on the spot, with his pupils constricted and feeling indescribably shocked.

 It has been more than ten years since the previous generation of Taoist monks handed down the mirror umbrella to him.

 After that, he gave the remaining two handfuls to the old foreigner and Hua Ling respectively.

 In today's world, in terms of familiarity and depth of understanding of this magical weapon, he always felt that no one could surpass him.

Especially, the spiritual energy travels along the umbrella ribs, and the energy ignites the magic mirror to achieve the effect of suppressing evil and destroying evil spirits.

 This is something that even the previous generations of mountain-moving Taoists could not accomplish in their entire lives.

 But he never expected it.

 Chen Yulou was just coming into contact with this object for the first time. With a wave of his hand, the golden light blooming in the mirror was more than a hundred times greater than his own.

Although the mirror umbrella magic weapon can also be activated by Qi and blood.

 But the effect is not as good as the worst case scenario.

 The only real way to use it is aura.

 He has already confirmed this.

Moreover, the more majestic the aura is and the deeper the aura is, the more terrifying the power of the mirror umbrella becomes.

 So... you can actually judge whether the person using the umbrella is strong or not.

Standing on a rock, Partridge Whistle raised his head, and his amber eyes were almost dyed golden by the blazing light.

 Hands clenched tightly, there is another umbrella.

　　is the one that belongs to the old foreigner.

 But at this moment, he no longer had the courage to stand up in front of Chen Yulou.

 “Build on top of the foundation.”

 “Is it a pill?”

Partridge Whistle seemed to have countless voices shouting in unison in his heart.

 Before this, he had guessed Chen Yulou's realm countless times, but it had never been as clear as it is today.

 According to the records in Xuan Dao Foundation Building Art.

 The realm of cultivation is to collect qi, nourish qi, and refine qi. After passing through three small realms, the foundation is completed.

 Although the levels further down are broken.

 It is not recorded.

 But it can be deduced from the six-winged centipede and the corpse king in Pingshan.

 After establishing the foundation, it is time to condense the elixir.

The monster builds the foundation to condense the demon elixir, the corpse king builds the foundation to produce the corpse elixir, and the Taoist... is naturally a pool of water and fire alchemy elixir!

 After all, whether it is the Six-winged Centipede, Pingshan Corpse King, or all of them, they all follow the path of breathing and directing spiritual energy.

 Although they are different species, their realm is the same.

Now... when he saw the blazing golden light erupting from the mirror umbrella in Chen Yulou's hand, he still didn't understand why, unknowingly, Brother Chen, who had always been so secretive, had already left them all far behind. .

 Stepping into the realm where the six-winged centipede was.

The key is.

Human beings are the most powerful of all things in the world. Breathing and exhaling are derived from the circulation of the twelve meridians and Ren and Du meridians in the human body. They have natural advantages in practicing Xuan to Convincing Qi and building the foundation.

 Seems to be in the same realm.

If you really want to return to Pingshan with this body, the six-winged centipede may not even be able to stop Chen Yulou's sword.

the other side.

Chen Yulou was completely immersed in the mirror umbrella and was unaware of the movements behind him.

I originally thought that the magic whip in Yang Fang's hand was already amazing enough, but I didn't expect... the magical weapon of the Mountain Moving Lineage was no less impressive.

 Almost in the blink of an eye.

The swarm of golden mayflies on the sacred tree in Kunlun was pierced through.

 Revealing the true nature of the sacred tree.

The whole body is as smooth as jade, and the delicate and transparent texture seems to be mixed with a fine layer of gold sand, emitting a faint light under the light.

Compared to the Dharma drum hanging on Azhiya's waist, although it is also made of Kunlun sacred wood, it is many times more gorgeous.

 It’s like...the ancient tree in front of me is still alive.

 The Dharma drum sacred tree has lost its vitality.

 Chen Yulou was shocked and confused for a while.

He has seen many ancient pines and strong bamboos taking root in the mountains, but these sacred trees in front of him look like they have been dead for countless years.

How is it possible for it to survive to this day?

 “Brother Chen…”

While he was observing intently, a low voice suddenly came from behind him.

 Look back.

 You can see the complicated face of Partridge Whistle at a glance.

 “Brother Dao, what is this?”

Seeing his expression, Chen Yulou didn't react for a while.

 “No, nothing?”

Shaking his head and taking a few deep breaths to calm down, Partridge Whistle pointed at the insect corpses scattered all over the ground. Under the light of the mirror, most of the insect bugs were directly dissolved, but there were also a few fish that slipped through the net. .

 Still struggling at this moment.

“Is this what Miss Oona was talking about?”

"should be."

 Chen Yulou nodded.

The mayflies here are formless and airless. Although they are named after gold characters, in fact, the color of their bodies is constantly changing according to the things they are attached to.

Just like the few remaining ones on the ground now, they are almost integrated into the wind-eroded rocks quietly.

If it weren’t for struggling crazily.

 It is almost impossible to detect their presence.

It is precisely because of such strange characteristics that Oona shows an uneasiness that is completely inconsistent with the past. Perhaps, when the father and daughter came here, they encountered a lot of trouble from these insects.

“How could such a ghost appear in an underground cave?”

Partridge Whistle looked strange.

 At least before arriving here, I had traveled hundreds of miles across the Black Desert and had never seen it once.

It doesn't make sense to say that they only exist in places with water. After all, the Zidun River never dries up, and there are several puddles in the vast black desert that never dry up.

 They had also taken water when they came.

 “It’s probably because of it...”

Faced with his doubts, Chen Yulou just pointed at the sacred tree outside. Even without the light of the lights, it still shone brightly in the night, floating like gold.

And surrounded by black mist, in the cliffs, and deep in the lake.

Countless mayflies that never died flew towards it desperately and attached themselves to the sacred tree.

 Looks like...a moth flying into a flame!

Seeing this scene, Partridge Whistle couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and a bold idea suddenly came to his mind.

 “It’s not still alive, is it?”

Although he has never practiced the Green Wood Immortality Technique, after entering the country, his five senses and six senses are far superior to ordinary people, and he can also detect the majestic vitality emanating from the sacred tree.

 A living sacred tree!

Once this news gets out, I am afraid it will attract the prying eyes of countless practitioners.

"should be."

“Mayflies live and die, but they... live at least a few years or even decades.”

“I’m afraid it’s with the help of the inspiration in the sacred tree.”

 Chen Yulou did not hide it, but told the truth about his guess.

Although there were several cultivators in their group, the sacred tree was not one of those big medicines that grew in the walls of the bottle yam, and could be used to refine elixirs for cultivation.

Even if you can cut down the sacred tree.

 How to preserve it to ensure that the spiritual energy is not lost is a huge problem.

 Not to mention, how to express the inspiration contained in it.

But the Qingmu Longevity Technique he practiced was a perfect fit.

  In other words, he is the only one who can practice through this method.

 “Then…Oona?”

Partridge Whistle reacted very quickly and immediately thought of the key.

 But Chen Yulou just shook his head and smiled, "Brother Dao, don't worry, there are at least a dozen plants around this small lake."

“It’s just that they should all be dead.”

The ancients of Jingjue don’t know whether they discovered traces of the Demon Kingdom or found a clue from the ancient scriptures. In short, they discovered these ancient sacred trees somewhere in the Kunlun Mountains.

 Carry them here from thousands of miles away.

It is a pity that Zagrama Mountain is far inferior to Kunlun Mountain in terms of aura and ground.

 The sacred trees died one by one over the endless years.

 The ancients were extremely capable, but they were powerless.

 In the end, only this one was left.

“Brother Chen, do you want to use it to practice?”

Hearing the hidden meaning in his words, Partridge Whistle lowered his voice and asked.

So far, although Chen Yulou has never revealed the method he practices, he can still guess a thing or two after being together for so long, whether it is a bottle of yam medicine wall, or Zhixian and fleshy root under Zhelong Mountain.

His eyes flickered at this moment.

　　　It is obvious that I have taken a fancy to it.

“Cultivation is not a half-day effort, and it is difficult to achieve anything even if you practice it for a while.”

 “Let’s wait until this is over.”

Chen Yulou waved his hand.

 He wanted to leave everyone behind and stay here to practice in seclusion.

 But behind the cave wall in front is the Snake Cave.

How can you feel at ease when those ghosts are surrounding you across the wall?

"Too."

Partridge Whistle nodded, not surprised.

Having known each other for so long, he has always made plans before making any moves.

Zhizhizhi—

 While the two were talking.

Countless gerbils suddenly emerged from the cliff, like sand wolves, menacing and shockingly ferocious, and they seemed completely unafraid of the people around them.

  Didn't even look at them.

 Just rushed towards the underground lake crazily.

 Devouring those mayflies with all his might.

Not to be outdone, the mayflies condensed into a dark cloud and attached themselves to the gerbil. In the blink of an eye, the wolf-like gerbil was sucked dry of its blood, leaving only a pile of dead bones and empty skin.

"this…"

 See this situation.

 Everyone outside the door couldn't help but look sad.

I saw the mirror sweeping under the umbrella before, and there was no power to fight. They thought that those worms were not threatened.

 Until this moment.

 Watching the gerbil die instantly.

Everyone finally understood why Oona was so afraid of tiny insects.

“Granny, those mice must have turned into spirits.”

“I’ve always heard people say that mountain spirits are wild monsters, but now I’ve learned a lot about them.”

“Don’t mention it, if you catch one end of this thing and sell it to those gentlemen in the provincial capital who like rare things, you might be able to make a fortune.”

"As long as you are not afraid of being eaten by them in the middle of the night."

No one is in a hurry to go deeper.

Rather, he watched the fight quietly and with interest.

Mayflies are as numerous as gadflies, but their strength is low, while gerbils are few but ferocious. They can open their huge mouths and swallow dozens or even hundreds in the blink of an eye.

 I don’t know how long it will take.

This melee finally ended with a tragic victory for the gerbils.

 Throwing away a dozen corpses,

The remaining gerbils chose to leave after a hearty meal.

Those golden mayflies that can kill people invisibly are defenseless against natural enemies, and most of them are devoured. The remaining ones can only cling to the sacred tree and desperately devour the spiritual machine.

 “Those mice are smart.”

 “Know the principle of fishing in a dry place.”

Partridge Whistle looked at it with great interest and couldn't help but sigh.

Food is already scarce in the Black Desert, and those sand wolves may not be able to catch a single prey even after a busy day.

 They are good.

 Just treat these golden ephemera as self-help.

The ability of mayflies to reproduce is amazing.

 Harvest at regular intervals.

 It means having an endless supply of food.

Moreover, although it is an extremely ugly sewer beast, I have to say that the situation here is quite consistent with his method of restraint in moving mountains.

“The mantis stalks the cicada, the oriole is behind, brother Taoist, don’t forget those black snakes...”

Chen Yulou smiled.

 Suddenly pointed to the other side where the gerbil disappeared.

 In the cracks of the mountain cliff shrouded in darkness, countless ghostly ghosts and ghosts have floated up at some point.

 Look carefully.

 They were clearly countless black snakes, with their heads held high, and a pair of huge pupils on top of their heads, staring greedily at the gerbil corpses.

 Look at those dim lights flickering.

 At least there are hundreds of them.

Completely different from the baby snakes on the top of the temple before.

The black snake that appeared in the crack ranged from one or two meters long to half a person's height. It had distinct layers of scales on its body and cold eyes, which made people shudder.

Soon, rustling and strange movements of mucus were heard in the darkness.

 “Almost forgot about them.”

Partridge Whistle's pupils shrank, those black snakes impressed him too deeply.

 It’s not just the thirteen corpses outside the city.

There are also ancient memories engraved in our bones.

 “Brother Chen, use fire?”

The black snake is afraid of fire and the sun. This has been concluded before.

So many black snakes are suddenly here.

If we use fire to attack, wouldn't it be possible to catch them all in one fell swoop?

 But after hearing this suggestion, Chen Yulou did not agree.

 “It’s just the tip of the iceberg, the real big role has not yet appeared, brother Tao... why not wait and see?” (End of this chapter)