Life span deduction, my move is the supreme immortal method

It was night!

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse!

Yanglong Temple was dead silent.

Tang Sanzang and Master Haomeng had been drunk for a long time.

Li Ci finally understood why Song Ping'an was so out of tune.

If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will naturally be crooked.

In front of the two, Song Ping'an was very restrained.

Li Ci found an ancient book in the dusty Sutra Pavilion.

The ancient book recorded the Great Wilderness World ten thousand years ago.

The immortal cultivator flew with a sword and roamed freely between heaven and earth.

The immortal cultivator shrunk the earth into an inch and stepped out of a thousand miles in one step.

There are many sects of immortal cultivation, and there are countless strong people. You can hide a country in your palm and create an ocean with your feet.

Some people build gates on the clouds, some people cut through the void to form their own world, and some people hold the sun, moon and stars in their hands.

...

All kinds of things in the book make Li Ci's eyes shine and yearn for it.

Even if you reach the realm of martial arts saints in the world, you can't walk in the air or tear through space.

No matter how high your martial arts are, it's hard to shake the world and live forever.

Immortal cultivation is different. It's completely two worlds, the difference between ants and humans!

People who cultivate immortals have already surpassed the example of ordinary things. They can be regarded as half immortals, extraordinary and detached, and don't eat or drink.

People who cultivate martial arts are always people, and they are still creatures among the five elements.

Li Ci really wants to cultivate immortals. This is his dream!

To become an immortal, first of all, you must have enough immortal energy.

Li Ci pushed open the wooden window, and the huge Yanglong Temple was dead silent.

Some of the Buddhist temples had long-burning Buddha lamps swaying, flickering like fireflies in the dark.

The Yanglong Temple at night was completely different from the daytime.

During the day, it was solemn and sacred, and the Buddha nature was everywhere, making people calm and clear.

At night, it was weird everywhere. Against the backdrop of darkness, the Buddha statues were hideous and the Buddhist temples were deep.

Li Ci leaned against the window, took the red candle, and opened the ancient book in his hand.

His eyes widened slightly!

In a corner of Nanzhou, there was once a sect called Changchun Sect.

However, Changchun Sect was not mainly about cultivating immortals, but breeding!

Planting spiritual herbs and raising immortal birds!

It was a well-known sect that provided spiritual herbs and immortal birds for major sects of cultivating immortals.

What made Li Ci's eyes light up was that there were countless kinds of spiritual plants in Changchun Gate, and there were even more strange beasts.

The most intuitive effect of these spiritual plants was that they were full of fairy spirit when they matured.

At that time, it was just a basic operation for spiritual plants to contain fairy spirit.

"It turns out that Changchun Gate is a planting sect..."

Li Ci's eyes lit up. If he got a fairy grass and cultivated it to maturity, would he also get fairy spirit?

He made up his mind that the next direction was Changchun Gate.

Li Ci closed the ancient book and raised the corners of his mouth.

Dong...

Dongdongdong...

Suddenly!

In the dead silence of Yanglong Temple, there was a sound of knocking on the wood ear.

The sound of the wood ear was not loud, nor was it loud, but it was very harsh.

When the sound of the wood ear entered his ears, Li Ci felt that his soul was being hammered by an invisible hammer again and again!

"Namo Amitabha!"

The next second!

The majestic and solemn Buddhist sound rang out.

Li Ci looked over and saw Tang Sanzang with his hands clasped together in a Buddhist temple, holding a Buddhist rosary in his hand, chanting sutras and reciting the Buddha's name, his fat body emitting dazzling Buddha light.

Li Ci glanced and saw the skinny Master Haomeng.

Master Haomeng was holding a Buddhist staff in his hand, swaying, and it seemed that a stronger wind could blow him down.

On his skinny body, mysterious Buddhist patterns flashed one after another, endless, and each Buddhist pattern looked like a small Buddha seal.

He walked towards the huge square with the Buddhist staff.

In the square, there stood a ferocious Buddha, holding a phoenix in one hand, a dragon in the other, and a golden sword in his mouth.

Li Ci looked at a corner of the square.

Song Ping'an held a fungus in his hand and tapped it rhythmically.

Li Ci's eyebrows jumped. The whole temple was mobilized late at night. This was not just a simple sutra chanting.

"Ah!"

A roar shook the earth!

Fierce, violent, cruel, crazy...

The roar is roaring out from under the square.

The boundless evil spirit, through many obstacles, rises from under the square and condenses into a dark cloud in the air.

"Bald donkey, how long can you suppress me?"

"After I get out, I will tear you into pieces and kill you forever!"

"Die, die, die..."

The evil spirit roars, shaking the earth.

"Namo Amitabha!"

Tang Sanzang flies over and kicks fiercely

A hard step.

The world trembled.

The shaking square calmed down instantly.

"How long can you suppress me!"

"Ahhh..."

The roar continued.

The evil spirit was struggling, and the ground of the square bulged and recovered.

Bang!

Master Haomeng swung the Buddhist staff in his hand, and countless Buddhist patterns flew into the square.

"Ahhh..."

The painful long howl went straight to the sky.

"You will not die well!"

Bang!

A collision.

The square cracked and bulged like a bag.

Bang!

A Buddhist bell fell from the sky and landed heavily on the square, emitting supreme repressive power.

Gradually, the evil spirit calmed down and finally disappeared.

Puff!

Master Haomeng spurted out a mouthful of old blood, and his skinny body was shaky.

"Master..."

Song Ping'an hurried forward and supported Master Haomeng!

"It can't be suppressed any longer. In three days at most, it will break through the suppression and escape!"

"If it wants to come out, we'll let it out and kill it if it sticks its head out!"

"Fuck, damn thing, I don't believe it!"

Master Haomeng gnashed his teeth.

"Fuck, this ghost thing comes out and barks a few times every day, making the whole family restless. I really want to kill it!"

Tang Sanzang patted his big belly and cursed.

"Fuck, put it in the urine bottle, I'll pee in it every day."

Master Haomeng grinned at his yellow teeth.

"Master, I want to pee in it every day!"

"Master, I want to pee in it too!"

Li Ci: "..."

As expected of Master and Master, Song Ping'an's foul language seemed so pale and powerless in front of the two enlightened monks!

"Amitabha, Mr. Li, this is not our nature, we..."

Li Ci waved his hand, "I understand!"

The square was full of cracks, and it was obvious that the evil spirit had been trying to rush out for more than one or two days.

If it is not controlled, it is only a matter of time for the evil spirit to run out.

"Mr. Li, please help me tomorrow night!"

"Tomorrow night, I will kill this beast, damn it!"

Tang Sanzang said with a frown.

"Okay!"

Li Ci nodded, one day of preparation should be enough.

Judging from the breath of the evil spirit, the strength is probably about the same as that of a half-step human martial saint.

The evil spirit is weird, and it is inevitable that there are some weird means that people cannot guess.

It is not a bad thing to prepare more.

Li Ci looked at the more than 380,000 lifespans on the panel, and he was also eager to move, but he still suppressed it.

Save up a million lifespans and rush again!

Daytime!

The three of them were busy preparing, bringing out all the black roosters, black dog blood, Buddhist scriptures, and Bodhisattvas.

The three of them had had enough of the evil spirits under the temple, and were ready to wipe them out completely. They took out all the things in the boxes.

Master Haomeng put on a dragon-raising picture full of holes, holding a Buddhist staff and a large Buddhist bead chain, looking like he was ready to fight to the death.

Tang Sanzang and Song Ping'an also wore cassocks and were full of Buddha nature.

Noon!

The sun was in the sky!

It was the hottest time of the day.

"Begin!"

Master Haomeng swung his Buddhist staff, and his eyes flashed with Buddha light!