The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down

Yang Cang's laughter lasted for a long time, when he calmed down, he stretched out his hand to touch his body, examining his own spirit over and over again.

A wave of fear welled up in my heart.

"Old Daoist, I almost died."

At the beginning of the world, although everyone's cultivation base has returned to zero, and there are very few auras and spiritual objects, but in contrast, there are countless great opportunities.

Perhaps buying a piece of jade pendant in a certain antique street may be a treasure born at the right time. All kinds of treasures that may not necessarily be born in the world of practice for thousands of years spew out, such as treasures, blessed places, concrete objects of laws and so on.

Yang Cang, as a magician who can calculate all the secrets, can know the opportunity one step ahead of most people. However, there are three things he doesn't take: he doesn't take things that have a master, he doesn't take things that have cause and effect, and he doesn't take things that can't be hidden.

The most taboo is the first two, 100% will lead to death. For example, the Heavenly Sword, Yang Cang arrived not long after his reincarnation, but he didn't dare to take it.

After his careful selection, he finally selected the inheritance of the ancient Taoism.

And the inheritance of the ancient Taoist sect exceeded his expectations. Originally, he thought that he would get the way of transforming gods by chance. After a little comprehension, Yang Cang discovered that Huashen is only the starting point for this inheritance.

The ancient Taoist gate can only be entered in the Qianyuan realm.

The Huashen who ruled the world all-powerful in the later generations turned out to be just the starting point. Yang Cang couldn't imagine how prosperous it was in the ancient times. Could it be that the Nascent Soul is not as good as a dog, and the Huashen walks everywhere?

Later, with his comprehension of the inheritance of the ancient Taoist sect, he discovered that the ancient method is not as good as the immortal way in some aspects, and even inferior to the legacy of the sect of the previous era. The ancient method is too rough and not fine enough. If the immortal way is wielding a sharp iron weapon, then the ancient method is a wooden stick.

There are thousands of different types of methods in Immortal Dao. Pure sword cultivation can be divided into more than a dozen schools, such as Qi cultivation, mind cultivation, sword formation, sword forging and so on.

These factions are not divided for the sake of differentiation, and the various factions can also be integrated, so that monks can better exert their own strength, and it can also reduce the difficulty of cultivation to a certain extent. Many methods are gradual, and there are many methods that eventually lead to supernatural powers.

The most classic example is the Qingfeng Palm of the Shangqing Palace, which can be learned by ordinary people.

The ancient method is only divided into two methods, cultivating the outer world and cultivating the inner world.

Other than that, there is no other method, and even if there is, it is derived from various divine channel methods.

But Yang Cang doesn't think the ancient method is bad, he just lacks in the difficulty of getting started, and has a super high threshold. As the saying goes, from the great to the simple, although the ancient method is a big wooden stick, this big wooden stick starts with tens of thousands of catties.

A sense of savagery of flying bricks with great force rushed over.

Yang Cang was immediately addicted to it, and the inheritance of the ancient Taoism made his Taoism progress by leaps and bounds. In the past, it took him a hundred years to comprehend a certain Taoism, but it only took one year or even less to pass it on through the Taoism.

He is like a dragon that enters the sea from the river, and his practice is like walking on the ground.

Until three years ago, Yang Cang found that he could not get out of this state. He thought it was Seizing the House, and it was the bureaucracy of that terrifying existence's subordinate.

But Yang Cang held on for three full years, and even had the strength to resist in the end. If it was really the ancient master who set him a trap, Yang Cang believed that he would not have any room to resist, and he would not even feel the slightest strangeness.

He glanced at his palm, and the gray gravel had disappeared at some point. Maybe it didn't exist from the beginning, maybe it was shattered by the law of the immortal.

Yang Cang couldn't see or understand Yang Cang's morality, he just felt a chill.

"Old Daoist, I almost lost my fame in my first life, but the one who saved my life just now was Pre-Heaven Judgment? Isn't this a small spell that can only predict the weather?"

"Why can it be better than the inheritance of the ancient Taoism? Not to mention predicting the weather, it is comparable to the magical powers of the dragon clan."

Yang Cang used the Pre-Tian Jue to calculate, and got the weather today as usual, and then there was no more sound.

Doesn't make sense?

You only predict the weather, why can you win?

It never occurred to him that the method obtained by encountering an immortal when he was young could save his life in the next life, let alone that the method of an immortal could surpass the legendary being. The one who established the Taoist orthodoxy, and the Taoism has been passed on for thousands of years and is immortal.

He has many titles, Dao Zun, Dao Patriarch, and Dao Sheng, without exception, all point to a meaning, the pinnacle of Dao, and the pan is respected.

Yang Cang prefers to call him Dao Shou, this is the most accurate name, and it is also a name recognized by heaven and earth. There is nothing wrong with the other titles, but most of them come from other people's mouths, and they are more or less flattering.

But along the way of cultivating the Tao, there is no one in the world who has not benefited from Pan Zun's Taoist head.

Tianji Pavilion has been passed down for an unknown number of years, and they have many records about Panzun Daoist. It was compiled by later generations, recorded by famous people, and there is even a divination edict left by an unknown elder.

The key point is the divination order, which is what every master of Tianji Pavilion must do before dying. Use the few remaining Yangshou to divination the secrets of the heavens that you dare not pry into before.

This is also the biggest source of income for Tianji Pavilion. There are always some strong people in the world who want to know some information that cannot be known by ordinary methods, such as the location of a certain strong person, the inheritance left over from the long past, the opportunity of their own breakthrough, etc.

And often these strong people will prepare generous rewards, and some people have prepared for this reward for hundreds of years, because it is money for the life of Tianji Pavilion.

Of course, it is not for business, just to explore the truth of the world.

Among them is Panzun Daoist, the ancestors of several sects all divination to Panzun Taoist, and they are not stingy to praise him.

Yang Cang also thinks the same way, there is a feeling in the dark that the method of immortals and Taoist venerables that exist between heaven and earth does not prevail.

But that doesn't seem to be the case now.

But why the immortal can beat the ancient Daoist leader, that is from the existence of the ancient times, who has passed through an unknown number of kalpas, and his orthodox lineage still exists to this day. Regardless of whether it is a human or a demon in later generations, most of the cultivation methods follow the Taoism created by the ancient Taoism.

Tao, the laws of heaven and earth, all infinite things that exist between heaven and earth.

Law, the understanding and application of the laws of heaven and earth.

Perhaps the head of Taoism just created a path, and the various subsequent methods and sects just spread their leaves on this path, but He is still the root of all Taoism.

No matter how strong the immortal is, it is the strongest "branch" among them after all. Without roots, it will be rootless water.

It is said that in the past, the Shangqing Palace and the immortals conducted an experiment, using great supernatural powers to completely isolate a small world, to the point of breaking away from the way of heaven. This point is actually similar to some formations that can imprison people's cultivation, but it can't reach the point of isolating the sky.

Later, after Yang Cang inquired, the elders of the Shangqing Palace said that when the formation was activated, everyone fell directly from the sky and fell heavily into the ground. If it wasn't for the fact that the participants were at least in the Nascent Soul stage, and their physical bodies were extremely tyrannical, it would have been a disaster.

Immortals were among them. Although they did not fall, there were indeed signs of falling.

Daoist can compare this point, but it is not as extreme as isolating the way of heaven.

It seems not now.

Immortals seem to be, maybe, maybe stronger than ancient Taoism.

As soon as this idea came to his head, Yang Cang jumped up and walked back and forth for dozens of times. The expression on his face was still unbelievable, turned to acceptance, and finally excited.

"Go to the immortal, there is still a glimmer of life! Old Daoist, if I do good deeds all my life, I should be able to get a life in exchange."

He was out of that state at this time, but the inheritance has already been learned, and he has been infected with great karma. I am afraid that only immortals can protect himself in the whole world.

Doing good and accumulating virtue is one of the most important practices of Tianji Pavilion. It is not for merit, but for harmony with others. They calculated that it is difficult to fight against the secrets of heaven, and it is the best policy to be kind to others.

It just so happens that this method of practice is like a fish in water in the age of immortality. In the age of immortality, I dare not say that good people will be rewarded, but people who are full of evil deeds will definitely end badly.

There is a fairy sitting above the head, a group of fairy gates in the middle are in charge, and the mortal dynasty is watching below.

Thinking of this, Yang Cang took a decisive step and disappeared in place, and he came to the sky above the cave entrance in an instant.

In an instant, the clouds were high, the sky was wide, and the green forest came into view. The refreshing wind blows from afar, making people feel refreshed.

The method of Taoism shrinks the ground into an inch.

Yang Cang's relaxed expression froze suddenly, and then he silently fell to the ground.

Taking a step forward, the surrounding scene suddenly changed, and he came to a stream.

Yang Cang took another step in disbelief, and the distance of a few miles was only an instant. He is only in the foundation building stage now, and he can use it to shrink the ground to an inch.

That is to say, not only the cause and effect are still there, but also the inheritance of the ancient Taoism has not disappeared. He pinched his fingers again, and a critical hexagram emerged from his mind.

The gods live in the imperial court, the heaven and the earth are like me, the way is natural, and the steps are like flying.

This is the state of proficiency in shrinking the ground into an inch, and I have already reached this level without knowing it.

If it was before, Yang Cang would be very happy. No one would dislike that there were few ways to escape, let alone a superb ability to escape. But now he just wants to scold his mother, he can't see clearly, he can't understand clearly, only he knows that the inheritance of the ancient Taoism is poisonous.

At least it's something you can't afford.

It's like he has grown into a towering tree, but the root is still the small tree before. In this way, the roots will naturally have to be replaced, otherwise it will be difficult to support this body method.

Root changed, is he still him?

I have stepped on dog shit, I knew I should be more cautious.

Yang Cang tried to take another step, and the distance of one step was more than ten miles, and the surrounding was still surrounded by lush green jungle.

"Haunting spirits linger! Old Daoist, I won't fly away anymore, I'll crawl to the head office, right?"

Yang Cang is also a person who can bend and stretch. It is not that he has never been a beggar in the ordinary practice.

Just when he was about to bend down, a strong stench came from behind.

Demon spirit!

Without any hesitation, Yang Cang twisted his right hand suddenly and stabbed backward, straight like a long spear.

Practitioners have very strong five senses, and after condensing the Nascent Soul, the sixth sense has even reached the point of foresight. This also makes their sense of danger so strong that they cannot control it. Many times when a crisis occurs, the body will automatically fight back if there is no room for thinking.

Some strong physical practitioners can even become unconscious, and their bodies can still fight.

Yang Cang sensed a demonic aura comparable to his own coming from behind him, and shot with all his strength without hesitation.

A cold light flickered on the fingertips, and the surrounding air was condensed, and Liucai's divine light burst out of the air.

The divine light of six talents, the secret method of Taoism.

Boom!

The moment Yang Cang turned his head, he saw only a big snake being pierced through, and Liucai Shenguang mercilessly pierced through all defenses, leaving no room for resistance.

He felt the magic in it, the so-called six talents: talent, luck, light, spirit, and heaven and earth, which are the supernatural powers of heaven and earth.

Looking at the pile of minced meat in front of him, an indescribable sense of pleasure welled up in my heart.

He can have such a fighting power?

As soon as this idea came out, Yang Cang immediately suppressed it, quickly pinched his fingers and counted the weather several times, suppressing the throbbing in his heart.

Suddenly, a tyrannical aura approached from afar.

Killing Dharma Guardian Divine Beasts is a great revenge.

A ray of cause and effect emerged from the bottom of his heart, Yang Cang's face darkened, and he wanted to run away, but in the next second a figure had appeared above him.

The visitor was dressed in gray clothes, with an angry face and a demonic aura. He was an ugly male demon cultivator.

The golden core is cultivated, and the turbid air entering the body is disfigured and disfigured by practicing magic skills. Either take Fuyuan Pill, or promote Nascent Soul.

The practice of magic skills is fast, but it is also accompanied by various problems.

Yang Cang didn't care about these, he cared more about how to escape. The other party was at the Golden Core Stage, and he had just been severely injured and only had the cultivation base of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Moxiu glanced at the snake monster that had turned into mud, and then stared coldly at the old man below, with some fear and more anger.

"This fellow daoist is ignorant, why don't you spare his life? This is the foundation of my practice. It took sixty-one kinds of precious medicinal materials to feed, and the blood of wronged souls to barely practice it. I was killed by you today, fellow daoist How do you plan to repay the karma?"

Wronged souls, human blood?

Yang Cang, who was going to talk about compensation, frowned slightly, then turned his head to look at the black air emanating from the corpse of the snake demon. After pinching his fingers and counting, a trace of killing intent could not help rushing into his heart.

As the saying goes, with a sharp blade in your body, you will kill yourself.

Sometimes people's patience depends on their own ability and the person they get along with. They have the greatest patience when facing people who are stronger than themselves, and vice versa.

Although Yang Cang did good deeds and accumulated virtue in the past, he always did what he could, and he would not put him under a dangerous wall in order to uphold justice.

But for some reason, he now has an unknown fire, and his little kindness is heightened by Taoism and supernatural powers.

No, to be precise, the difficulty of things has become lower, which just meets my own standard of doing good. His old man has never done any evil in his life, he is not a good person, but at least he is a monk living in peacetime.

If you are poor, you will take care of yourself alone, and if you are rich, you will help the world.

Such is the word of a fairy.

"What if the old man doesn't pay?"

Yang Cang stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the other party with the same cold eyes.

Moxiu no longer concealed his murderous intent, and snorted coldly: "If you don't pay, don't even think about getting out of this Western Region!"

"Hmph, using human beings to practice the law is a capital offense. Today, the old Taoist will act on behalf of the heavens, and give justice to these people who died in vain!"

The two people met each other's eyes, and they didn't need any more, and they shot together in the next breath.

In an instant, all the Taoist techniques were released, and the demonic energy fell from the sky like dark clouds. Yang Cang was not afraid, and one after another incomparably wonderful Taoist techniques flashed through his mind.

Once pointed out, the demon energy disappears.

The six-color divine light pierced through the magic cultivator, and the other party's mouth was slightly opened, his face full of astonishment, he did not expect a cultivator in the foundation establishment stage to have such supernatural power.

Hit a hard stubble!

Moxiu is not a fool, and immediately burns his blood and flies away. Before he had flown a few miles, a figure suddenly appeared in front of him, his body collapsed with a tap of his fingertips, and his three souls and seven souls were divided into six.

Six talents.

pawn.

"There are ten gods and men, and I am one."

Yang Cang slightly raised his head and groaned, the trance in his eyes disappeared in the next second, and when he woke up, there were already more than a dozen golden elixirs around him.

He woke up suddenly and counted.

In the Western Regions, where sects are mixed, where the Four Wars took place.

There is China in the east and Rome in the west. The sect of the practice sect was in turmoil to seize power, and the powerful from all sides fought against each other.

He had already broken into a sect's territory impressively, and he was invincible.

The golden elixirs around him all erupted with astonishing auras, and all kinds of tyrannical Taoist techniques were about to hit the sky and cover the sky.

Yang Cang broke out in cold sweat, and shouted in desperation: "The old Taoist is a descendant of an immortal, and his master has friendship with living immortals! Who dares to kill me!"

Although he has never heard the name of a fairy since he was reincarnated, and he doesn't know if he has been reincarnated now, but now he can only move a fairy.

Grandpa Xian, save the little one!

The sound spread, and the Taoism around the surrounding light and darkness stopped in an instant.