I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

"Let's stop flattering each other!"

Xiao Tiezhu smiled and shook his head, then sighed.

"There is only an empty shell left in the Earth Fire Palace, and there is only a poor man left in the Dandingzong. It is also fate to be reduced to a lonely family together."

Zhou Yi asked suspiciously: "Dan Dingzong has accumulated so much, there should be other ancestors and true emperors, right?"

The Danding Sect ruled Yunzhou, and a large amount of spiritual stones flowed into the sect's treasure house every year. No matter how squandered the accumulation of thousands of years, it would be enough to consume two or three hundred years.

"Pindao's actions are quite unpopular, and it's hard not to be bored by his classmates. Even his brothers have resentment."

Xiao Tiezhu shrugged his shoulders and said: "Simply divide the property, completely disband the Danding Sect, and let them go down the mountain to do whatever they want, whether they are immortals or demons, as long as they don't harm the common people."

Zhou Yi was silent for a while, Xiao Tiezhu's suppression of Jiuzhou's world of cultivating immortals must not be understood by monks. There is a way to avoid catastrophe, but they are not allowed to use it. Even if tens of millions or hundreds of millions of mortal lives are lost, they cannot compare with the path of Yuanying Patriarch!

"The rest are nothing but dust, and after thousands of years, the name of Taoist Lord will be passed down to future generations!"

"I'm afraid it's not a good reputation."

Xiao Tiezhu said with a smile: "A few days ago, while visiting the Buddhist gate of Yizhou, I got a volume of Buddhist scriptures by accident. The content is quite interesting. It records an enemy of the Buddha, who is known as the incarnation of the end-time demon and Bo Xun Demon Lord, who once beheaded and killed the living Buddha."

Zhou Yi frowned slightly: "Buddhism is so filthy, won't Taoist rectify it?"

"People only say that they are enemies of the Buddha, but they didn't mention the Taoist surname. How can they kill all the Buddhist believers?"

Xiao Tiezhu snorted coldly: "There are still a few immortals left in this world, but as long as the poor are still alive, they will only dare to use these dirty tricks!"

They can't beat the fighting skills, can't survive the life, and can only wait for death in extreme aggrievedness. Those old immortals can be said to be full of resentment.

Zhou Yi reminded: "Don't be afraid of being in a hurry, Daojun, are they joining forces in private?"

"It's just a few Nascent Souls, they are no match for Jianxuan and Miaoshan."

Xiao Tiezhu said: "Which one of them dares to fight desperately when the poor are fighting? Which one is willing?"

"Dao Monarch Shenwei!"

Zhou Yi cupped his hands in admiration. The young man in front of him seemed to speak softly, but in fact he was killing Zhenyang Mozun, as well as the ghost god, Jianxuan, and Miaoshan.

In such a comparison, Demon Lord Zhenyang seems to have grown taller!

"You are too timid, you keep flattering, are you afraid that the poor will turn your face?"

Xiao Tiezhu said: "Poverty Dao even tolerated Buddhism, how could he fight with a junior like you!"

Zhou Yi's face showed a little embarrassment, but he didn't put away the basalt armor, and quickly changed the subject and said, "We just never thought that, as a Taoist monarch, we would come to Goulan to listen to the music."

"I've practiced Taoism for seven hundred years, can't I enjoy it?"

Xiao Tiezhu's face showed pride, which seemed more worthy of showing off than beheading Huashen Tianjun.

"In terms of cultivation, we can't compare with Daojun. From the perspective of a woman, you almost..."

Zhou Yi commented a few words casually, and it can be seen from some details that this Qingqing girl looks pure, but in fact she is well-handled, she is purely packaged to deceive people.

Xiao Tiezhu was surprised and said: "You actually know so many ways, aren't you a veteran of Chunfeng Building?"

Zhou Yi shrugged: "Not many, just been around for thirty or fifty years."

"The reason why Pindao praises this girl is because her appearance is somewhat similar to that senior sister back then."

Xiao Tiezhu recalled: "At that time, Pindao went to Wangyue Peak for a business trip, and it was the time of the full moon. The beautiful scenery and beauties are still unforgettable!"

Zhou Yi clicked his tongue and said: "When Daojun was young, he even peeked at the senior sister taking a bath. This matter must be recorded and passed on to future generations!"

Xiao Tiezhu's face was reddish, and he covered it up by drinking, and said in surprise: "How did you guess that?"

"Pin Dao sorts out Daoist collections and dabbles in a wide range of classics."

Zhou Yi said with a smile: "There are geographical miscellaneous collections about Dandingzong, which record the beautiful scenery of various places in the sect. How can there be less Yuehua Tianchi on the Moon Peak?"

"Yes, Yuehua Tianchi, unfortunately, it has been exhausted now."

Xiao Tiezhu was in a daze for a long time, and took out a jade slip from his cuff: "It records the core classics of the Dandingzong, and I trouble fellow Taoists to organize them into the Taoist collection. If future generations discover them, it can be regarded as a legacy for the Dandingzong."

Zhou Yi took the jade slips and scanned them with his spiritual sense, which contained many secret techniques about Yuanying and Huashen.

Even if the aura of heaven and earth is exhausted, such classics have become waste paper, but few people sell them, one is that they are not worth many spiritual stones, and the other is to leave a memory of the ancestors.

"This inheritance is too precious, poor way..."

"It's nothing, just a pile of old papers."

Xiao Tiezhu said indifferently: "There is also a part of the inheritance of Butian Sect, but the method of blood sacrifice has been deleted. This kind of sorcery should not exist in the world. It is better to cut off the inheritance."

After the ancestral vein collapsed, Xiao Tiezhu could no longer sense chance and safety, but after hundreds of years of continuous use of luck talent, he had faintly developed a mysterious instinct.

Since seeing Tang Xuan for the first time, Xiao Tiezhu felt kind and friendly, and knew his background, so he was willing to exchange words and give inheritance to Dandingzong and Butianjiao.

Desperately beheading Jian Xuan and Miao Shan Hou, Xiao Tiezhu was seriously injured, and this move can be regarded as entrusting the funeral with the gift of induction.

Zhou Yi was repeatedly asked to be alone, how could he not know the meaning of it, and said solemnly.

"I will live up to the trust of the Taoist Lord."

"Haha, you're funny."

Xiao Tiezhu proudly said: "Poverty can still live for two or three hundred years. At that time, you will die long ago. Since we meet today, it is fate. If I pass by your grave in the future, I will definitely burn more paper money!"

"..."

Zhou Yi had no way to argue, so he had to write the matter down in a small notebook, so that he could chat with him when he went to this guy's grave in the future.

"Pin Dao is quite good at rhythm. I wrote a piece of music a few days ago. Today, Huakui is good at rhythm. Why don't you ask Daoist Lord to appreciate it?"

"Listen."

Xiao Tiezhu nodded slightly, and ordered the bustard to bring the oiran here.

About half an hour later.

The music sounded, and the oiran sang aloud.

"Flowers bloom and fall, flowers bloom and fall, the long river of time..."

"...Leave only the elegance of the gods, the legends of the gods!"

At first Xiao Tiezhu felt that the tune was weird and his singing was a bit awkward, but when he heard the content of the tune, scenes appeared in front of his eyes.

Cut the foundation, cut the golden elixir, cut the Yuanying, cut the god of transformation!

Coercion over the world, the gods and demons are silent!

The invincible hand across the nine continents and the four seas, after all, is just a wave, a teardrop in the long river of time!

Xiao Tiezhu only felt that the lyrics and music were mysterious and matched with his life experience, so he waved his hand and dropped a large stack of banknotes.

"reward!"

...

years later.

Zhou Yi returned to the ground, his legs trembling slightly.

"As expected of Daoist Yuanying, he has been celebrating all these years without changing his face!"

Xiao Tiezhu received an invitation this morning, the last Buddhist monk passed away, he was invited to watch the ceremony, and the two parted from the Spring Wind Tower.

"Niu'er, pack up your things, it's time to move."

While speaking, he put all the Daozang bookshelves into the storage bag, and put away the formation restriction. This place has been exposed to Xiao Tiezhu's eyes, if he comes to pay homage two hundred years later, it will be bad if he finds out that Zhou Yi is still alive.

The ox opened its mouth and swallowed the spirit ginseng doll, the blood vine demon, and the colorful lotus, and collected the rare medicinal materials in the spirit field one by one, and asked.

"Xianchang, where are you running this time?"

"Yunzhou is in the south of Jiuzhou, let's go to Beihaibei!"

Zhou Yi put the ox into the beast-controlling bag, which stored a large amount of spirit stones, enough for it to practice.

All traces were cleaned up, and then they went to the Zongmen cemetery to burn papers one by one, and forged a fake clothes tomb.

Use the method of earth escape, all the way to the north!

A few days later, he left Yunzhou and entered Jizhou, Zhou Yi escaped from the ground, without any taboos, his wings fluttered into thunder and fled away.

Half a month later.

Zhou Yi went to the North Sea, bought a few charts in a nearby city, and continued to fly northward for hundreds of thousands of miles.

"It's really boundless. When there are enough spiritual things in the future, we must explore the limit of this sea!"

He used water escape to fall to the bottom of the sea, and then used earth escape to sink hundreds of feet, rearranged the formation and restraints, and released the ox from the beast-controlling bag.

"Niu'er, for the next two hundred...three hundred years, we can only hide here!"

The old Nascent Soul surviving in Jiuzhou must have had a fight with Xiao Tiezhu. Whether it is a head-on fight or a conspiracy or trap, the counterattack at the moment of death is the most dangerous and crazy.

Maybe there is an ancient spell of blood sacrifice to the souls of a continent. Zhou Yi hid in Yunzhou, which is a bit unsafe!

The ox turned into a human form, arranged the Daoist bookshelves neatly, and scratched his head honestly: "The Immortal Elder has collected so many Dao Dharma, retreated and enlightened, and two or three hundred years will pass soon."

"Sure enough, Niu'er understands me best!"

Zhou Yi spit out the building wood, planted it in the center of the formation, and cast the spell to irrigate the jade dew.

Jianmu exuded pure and surging aura, the ginseng doll smelled it, and flew over to take a deep breath.

Zhou Yi stroked the green leaves on the ginseng doll's head, and said, "I'm so good at taking care of the medicine field. When Jianmu grows up in the future, I will reward you with a branch."

"Hmmmm!"

The spirit ginseng baby smiled, and quickly waved a hoe to reclaim the spirit field.

After the aura is exhausted, the elixir seeds that take a long time to mature suddenly become waste. Zhou Yi only spent a small amount of spirit stones to purchase a large number of rare seeds, each of which takes thousands or even ten thousand years to mature, which is suitable for planting during the avoidance of catastrophe.

Since then.

Zhouyi began to retreat and cultivate, to mature Jianmu, and to comprehend Taoism.

Since there are no materials such as refining equipment and alchemy to practice hands, the progress of the four arts of cultivating immortals is extremely slow, but with the grinding of time, I have also learned a lot.

Staying underground was boring, so Zhou Yi went to the sea to blow some air, go fishing, and soothe his mind.

The stars move, time flies.

A hundred years passed by.

today.

The scalper lay quietly on the ground, exuding a strong dead air, and his voice was low and weak.

The lifespan of the ordinary demon king is eight or nine hundred years, and the scalper has been more than nine hundred years old since he was born, and it will finally reach the end of his life.

"Niu'er, you have to think clearly."

Zhou Yi stroked the bull's horn lightly, and said, "The ghost king's reincarnation method has never had a demon soul reincarnated into a wood spirit. Even if it is integrated into the art of weapon spirit, the success rate is extremely low. Once it fails, the soul will be scattered, and you will not even be able to enter reincarnation!"

"Don't worry, Immortal Chief, I will be able to maintain my spiritual wisdom and immortality."

The scalper said: "Besides, the theory of reincarnation is false. Even if reincarnation comes back, it's not me anymore. Just give it a try, even if you fail, you can help the immortal to refine and build wood!"

"Take care, cow."

Zhou Yi was not hypocritical either, he waved his hand to extract the soul of the scalper and put it into the innate spiritual root building wood.

Jianmu, already more than nine feet high, glowed with a layer of emerald green aura, repelling the attachment of the scalper's spirit.

Zhou Yi had expected that the use of the Jade Dew Jue would consume life energy and mana, and condense into Yulu to wrap the scalper's soul.

Jianmu sensed the friendly aura, and slowly let go of the spiritual light to block it. The scalper's soul entered Jianmu smoothly, and then flowed along the jade dew until it became a cloud of green energy, which seemed to have weak spiritual fluctuations.

The scalper performed the method of soul reincarnation, and the soul was torn into countless fragments, which scattered and merged into the green energy.