Cultivating Immortals: I Can Save the Price Chapter 622

  Chapter 622 The Origin of Information Flow

  The moment the Moon Mirror appeared, the raindrops stopped in the cave, and the greasy brain smell became more intense and disgusting.

  Stimulated by the demon thunder, a layer of fine black hair grew on his surface, and an attached cerebellum continued to grow behind him.

  The moon mirror's cerebellum cracked open, producing strange things like a palace.

  The strange thing is similar to the flying head, it keeps gathering in mid-air, makes a weird whimpering sound, and rubs its teeth ready to move.

  The sanctuary has already raised a barrier at this time, so I am not particularly afraid of the mirror of the moon, but I am afraid of attracting the moral god.

   Dameng Daoist looked at Moon Mirror and felt that the other party was in a strange state. While the flesh and blood were distorted, his breath became more unstable.

   "Don't shoot yet, it's a bit weird."

   "Senior Dameng, look...cough cough cough cough..."

  Han Li couldn't help coughing, and there was a sharp pain in the back of his head.

  The rest of the monks were infected with the flu, and coughed at the same time, but there was no other abnormality in the body and soul.

   Dameng Daoist narrowed his eyes, the skin all over his body disappeared like layers of peeling off, and turned back into a distorted appearance of light and shadow.

   "Worthy of being the heir of Daode Tianzun."

   With a wave of his hand, all the monks stopped coughing, and then subconsciously touched their faces, and thick brains flowed out of their nasal cavity.

  Li Yaoyang quickly took out the brain-eating worm, and directed the monks defending the city to fully deploy the formation.

  The light emitted by the shelter soared, and the smell was isolated from the outside world, so it didn't make the hundreds of thousands of monks in the city worse.

  The magic weapon for defending the city is revealed.

  I saw the sound of metal collisions on the six city walls, and in an instant a chimney-shaped gun barrel protruded from the surface of the shelter, exuding an indescribable terrifying deterrent force.

  The other end of the cannon muzzle is connected to tens of thousands of Taoist disciples, and the Youyuan is instilled in them, and colorful and strange lights gather in the cannon barrel.

  Li Yaoyang didn't dare to act rashly, and looked at Dameng Daoist with dark eyes.

  The war is about to break out.

  Mirror of the Moon did not take the initiative to attack, but focused on nurturing Flying Man.

  Flying headman individuals have the cultivation base of the Heavenly Paradise Realm. There are indeed a lot of them, but it is not difficult for the shelter to resist them.

   Dameng Daoist couldn't figure out the reality of the Moon Mirror, the hazy light and shadow shrouded the surroundings, and his figure was becoming a giant of hundreds of meters.

  Li Yaoyang showed admiration, he didn't expect Dameng Daoist to rely on the heavenly way of the world in his stomach, and he was actually promoted to the Corpse Disciplinary Immortal, the aura of being superior to the Earth Immortal would never be wrong.

   Dameng Daoist's eagerness for quick success and instant benefits to promote him to Daluo Jinxian is not without its drawbacks. After all, his consciousness stays in the deep dream for a long time, causing his body and soul to become extremely unstable.

  He can appear in the sanctuary mainly because Ren Qing sits here, and he can be favored by the heavens invisibly, suppressing the abnormality of the body and soul, otherwise it will take thousands of years of hard work.

  The Moon Mirror is suspended not far away, with a large number of eyeballs at the top turning wildly. No one knows why it came to find a shelter.

   "Shedding...Ascension..."

   It uttered the four words crookedly, and the monks couldn't help coughing again. The severe pain from the brain made their hands and feet numb.

   Dameng Daoist took a deep breath, and finally discovered the power of the Moon Mirror. As soon as he stretched out his hand, invisible fluctuations swept through the cave.

   "Don't listen to evil, don't look at evil, don't hear evil..."

  The monks in the sanctuary, without exception, had their five senses temporarily blocked, causing their eyes, ears, mouth and nose to fall into silent darkness.

   Before they panicked, a red thread connected the spines of millions of monks.

  All the monks suddenly sensed everything nearby vaguely, and they no longer thought about coughing, but the five senses became very strange.

   Dameng Daoist nodded secretly, he had figured out the ability of Moon Mirror.

  Once the Moon Mirror makes the monk aware of his own existence, the monk's brain will gradually grow different, and as the alienation deepens, the brain will inevitably completely escape the control of the body.

  The constant coughing of the monk is a sign that the brain is about to come out of the mouth and nose.

  Mirror of the Moon saw that the sanctuary did not fall as expected, and suddenly became irritable, and circles of purple-black fluctuations appeared all over his body.

  Where the fluctuations passed, the slow-running dragons died immediately, and their brains became independent monsters, roaring around the moon mirror.

  The Moon Mirror tentatively approached the shelter, while the Flying Man swarmed towards the city wall.

"kill!!"

   Dameng Daoist noticed that Moon Mirror lost his patience, so he told him not to keep the siege weapon.

   Boom boom boom.

   Explosions sounded one after another, the muzzle of the gun burst into flames, and it hit the Moon Mirror heavily, causing countless stalactites on the top of the cave to shatter.

  The power of the artillery fire, even the immortals dare not use their bodies to catch it.

  The Mirror of the Moon was uncharacteristically, letting the gunfire hit him without moving.

  As the air wave soared into the sky, the Moon Mirror flew backwards for a few meters, but the artillery attack only caused more brains to flow out of itself.

   Dameng Daoist rushed forward, and the rock wall turned into colorful jade as soon as he made a move, with red threads entwined around the Moon Mirror.

  Mirror of the Moon couldn't help muttering to himself. While recovering from the injury, a thick hard shell grew on the part that received the shelling.

   Boom boom boom.

  After another round of artillery fire, Moon Mirror was covered with a hard shell, and gradually adapted to the counterattack of the shelter.

   "Stop, you mainly defend against monsters."

  Realist Da Meng finally understood that the Moon Mirror can transform through injury, and any attack that cannot kill it will cause the Moon Mirror to continuously transform.

  He released a red thread to block Moon Mirror. As soon as the dream breath touched the opponent, Moon Mirror grew a light and shadow-shaped cerebellum.

   Dameng Daoist couldn't react in time, and fell to the ground drowsily.

  He has realized that the Moon Mirror's ability can not only alienate the monk's brain, but can also transform one after another in the breath of magic, and even grow a cerebellum specially designed to restrain himself.

  The flesh and blood of the Moon Mirror began to boil, and the light and shadow emitted made Fei Touman rush into the 100 meters of the shelter, and immediately the swords on the wall faced each other.

  It locked its eyes on the core of the shelter, and the Tathagata's physical body shrank even more, which was an instinctive fear of the Moon Mirror.

   "No wonder it survived in the hands of Daode Tianzun."

   Dameng Daoist regained consciousness, the light in the cave was distorted, and the red lines were arranged into a large net, outlining the nightmares in the dream.

  Nightmare clung to the Moon Mirror in groups.

  Realist Dameng was much more cautious this time, instead of choosing to get in close contact with the Moon Mirror, he simply used dream magic to delay time.

   But he was somewhat aggrieved.

  Although the Da Luo Jinxian is comparable to the Corpse Execution Immortal, he can't show his strength outside the city at all, not to mention that the Moon Mirror can continue to evolve.

   "Shedding...Ascension..."

  Mirror of the Moon let out a roar, splitting the cerebellum responsible for breeding Flying Man. It can be seen that the core of the cerebellum is two entangled rotten meat.

   If there is no accident, it is Xin Mars and Taiyin Xingjun.

  Flying Head was biting the Nightmare frantically, and after the breath of the dream was absorbed by the Moon Mirror, only a muffled popping sound could be heard.

  Both sides of the Moon Mirror swelled up, pus flowed, and another cerebellum came out.

  The cerebellum is completely composed of black mist, and then Flying Head has the characteristics of a nightmare, but he is still crushed and beaten by Dameng Daoist.

   Dameng Daoist's expression was a little disturbed. If he continued to fight like this, the Mirror of the Moon might affect his behavior in turn.

   But even smashing the cerebellum won't help much, because it's hard to actually kill the Moon Mirror.

  If Dameng Daoist is not completely sure, once he chooses to take the risk, it is likely to boost the strength of the Moon Mirror.

  And he suspects that the Moon Mirror is not as fragile as imagined.

  The Moon Mirror can survive in the hands of Daode Tianzun, it should have the ability of a lizard to cut off its tail to survive, which is really a headache.

   "Big trouble."

   Li Yaoyang pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache, so he had to let the low-level monks evacuate from the world in the stomach first.

  The sanctuary keeps clearing the Flying Man, but the number of monsters remains high, and tens of thousands can be reproduced in the blink of an eye.

   At the same time, the temperature of this world began to rise.

  The ocean boiled like boiling water, evaporated and disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye, indicating that another Heavenly Dao was about to come.

  The flow rate of the world in the stomach is ten times faster, and it happens to be responsible for the logistical supplies of the shelter, transporting various magic tools and elixir.

  Cultivators who have been severely injured will also be sent to the world in the stomach to recuperate, ensuring that there is a steady stream of vitality to replenish the monks defending the city.

   After the war machine of the Jail Hall is in operation, its durability is unimaginable.

  The way of heaven stands in the center of the world in the stomach, because the monks are busy supporting the sanctuary, only Song Zong is left without a figure of enlightenment.

   Song Zongwu frowned, he could feel that the fighting in the sanctuary was intensifying, and the number of casualties increased linearly.

  There are more and more corpses floating in the underworld, and monks who die can only switch to zombies.

   Song Zong wanted to suspend the retreat several times, but because his body and soul were caught in the fire of karma, he couldn't escape easily at all.

  The exuberant karmic fire is like a very hungry wolf, biting its prey and not letting go.

   Song Zong had no distance to comprehend the "firewood" of the way of heaven, and it was useless to separate a layer of window paper that could not be explained clearly.

  More than a dozen void fortresses passed by the Heavenly Dao Tree, obviously going to the shelter.

  The Void Fortress is equivalent to a mobile storage magic weapon, which stores a large amount of Lingshan Buddha Qi and carries materials for repairing the magic circle.

   It can be seen that the walls of the shelter have been damaged.

  Song Zongwu became more and more impatient. He gritted his teeth and stopped resisting the karmic fire, allowing the heavenly transformation to erode his body and soul, and the flames suddenly exploded several times.

  He let out a scream between his teeth, and trembled uncontrollably.

  The severe pain made Song Zong Wudu want to kill himself.

  His current karma is completely out of control, and there is no possibility of suppression.

   Either comprehend the way of heaven, or die, there is no other choice.

   Song Zong Wu's consciousness fell into emptiness, and a large number of strange memories came to his mind. It was the experience of the first life of the unknown ascetic monk.

  From the old monk who knocked on the wooden fish, to the ascetic believer who kowtowed at seven steps, the barefoot doctor who went to the cliff to collect medicine to save people, and the hunter who fed the wild beast with his body...

  He could see that the nameless ascetic monk still believed in man's victory over heaven in previous lives.

  The nameless ascetic monk believes that through practice, he can get rid of the shackles of fruit status, and Buddhist practice also pays attention to tempering the body and soul, so he devotes himself to walking in the world.

  In the end, he was completely disappointed, after all, he still couldn't escape the fate of being swallowed by the Fruit Status.

   Song Zong has no memory of following the unknown ascetic monk, and his emotions are shrouded in despair, as if there are two big hands strangling his neck invisible.

"well…"

   With a long sigh, Song Zongwu realized that he was fundamentally different from Dameng Daoist.

   Dameng Daoist's talent is extraordinary, and he can grasp it whenever he has the opportunity. It is not difficult for him to be promoted to Da Luo Jinxian.

  If Song Zongwu hadn't been rescued by Ren Qing, his soul might still be trapped in his head.

   "Maybe I can't cultivate Da Luo Jinxian in this life, or I should reincarnate to seek a chance?"

  After Song Zongwu had this idea, the karmic fire suddenly got out of control.

  His body and soul began to dissolve, and the memory of the nameless ascetic monk IX was completely digested, leaving only his own practice experience in the prison hall.

   Song Zong was unmoved, as if when he returned to the Yangshen Realm, when he jumped off the cliff, his distracting thoughts disappeared.

   "One will not fall after suffering, this is the way of Shura."

  Song Zongwu suddenly opened his eyes, the fire of karma did not intend to be extinguished, but the celestial post attached to the body and soul went one step further.

   Da Luo Jinxian has become.

  He cupped his fists at the Heavenly Dao Tree respectfully, his legs exerted force and disappeared on the spot.

  Song Zong Wu ran towards the shelter, the dead skin all over his body sloughed off as he walked, his bones reorganized, and turned into two arms that were simple and simple.

  He jumped across the doorway, and the noise filled his ears.

  The six walls of the shelter are constantly under the impact of flying head barbarians, and the outside of the city is composed of red lines of light and shadow.

  The mirror of the moon has swelled several times, and it is covered with a sarcomlike cerebellum.

  The light and shadow in the cave are almost all produced by the mirror of the moon. Dameng Daoist is now exhausted, and his spells are only enough to protect the shelter.

   Dameng Daoist has killed Moon Mirror several times, but the latter has reconstructed its body through the flying head, so it is difficult to destroy it by conventional means.

  He was able to fight for a long time only by using the protection of heaven.

   Dameng Daoist maintains the transformation of light and shadow, only he knows the real situation of body and soul, and inexplicable changes have occurred in the flesh and bones in his body.

  His right arm touched the mirror of the moon, and the characteristics of the mutation were most obvious.

  The arm split into two unknowingly, it seems that under the influence of the Moon Mirror, a second self is about to be born from the body.

   Dameng Daoist broke off his extra arm, and he couldn't help grunting.

  At this time, tens of thousands of flying headmen suddenly turned into minced meat, and Song Zong came to Dameng Daoist Wuxiang, and each punch killed a bunch of strange creatures.

   Dameng Daoist was heartbroken, and transmitted the information of the Moon Mirror to Song Zongwu.

   Song Zong did not take back the fire of karma, and the two were encircled. Thousands of years of getting along made them cooperate extremely skillfully.

  Da Mengzhen took the lead in defense, and Song Zongwu cooperated to prevent Moon Mirror from getting away.

  They targeted the cerebellum responsible for hatching, trying to reduce the number of flying heads in the Jail Hall as much as possible, and prepare for the final blow.

  The battle lasted for more than ten days in a row. In order to make Song Zong unable to adapt to the changes of Da Luo Jinxian, Dameng Daoist suffered serious soul injuries. Fortunately, there was a elixir that could restrain the deterioration of the injury.

   Just after Flying Touman had only a thousand heads left, Dameng Daoist pierced his temples with both hands.

   "Dream falling."

  Mirror of the Moon was caught off guard, the space around him collapsed, Dameng Daoist briefly pulled the opponent into a deep dream.

   During the days and nights of fighting with the Moon Mirror, Song Zongwu had already mastered his own strength of the Daluo Jinxian, even if he was suppressed by 30% outside the city.

   "A thousand arms."

  While his body swelled, thousands of arms emerged from his ribs, and the palms of each arm had blood-red pupils.

   Song Zongwu opened his mouth and spit out smoke, his teeth were melted by the high temperature.

  The fist paused for a few breaths after it was raised, and then fell heavily, hitting the mirror of the moon like raindrops, leaving only afterimages on the thousand arms.

  Mirror of the Moon seemed to have no room to fight back, despite Song Zongwu waving his fist.

   Song Zong had no expression but no warmth, because he noticed that the outer skin of the Moon Mirror was becoming tougher and tougher, and at the same time the broken cerebellum was growing back.

  If the Moon Mirror is still alive, the physical body will be able to resist Song Zongwu's attack sooner or later. Such characteristics make it almost indestructible.

  Dameng Daoist determined the scope of the Moon Mirror's activities and moved his mind slightly. The moment he escaped from the deep dream, he pulled the cave space two hundred meters away into the deep dream.

   In this way, the Shelter will have enough time to kill the Flying Man.

   "Old Song, ten breaths."

"good."

  Song Zongwu wiped off the blood on his forehead, the knuckles of his fists were turning white, and the speed of punching was a little faster, which was hard to detect with the naked eye.

   Dameng Daoist recited silently in his heart, canceling the supernatural power the moment the ten breaths passed.

  The shelter was revealed from the light and shadow, and there was still half a flying headman, but the six walls were already covered in blood and flesh.

  The outside world is only ten breaths away, and the deep dream has already passed for more than ten years.

  From the exhausted expressions of the monks defending the city, it can be seen that they are probably being attacked by the flying head barbarians all the time.

   "Old Song!"

  Realist Dameng spoke out to remind Song Zongwu's eyes and pupils all over his body, his hands were raised above his head at the same time, and the fire of karma was burning crazily.

   Mirror of the Moon seemed to be aware of Song Zongwu's threat, struggling to stay away, and stared greedily at Yehuo with his mouth open.

  It said an incomprehensible scripture, and then froze in place like a dead thing, allowing Song Zong Wuchao to charge by himself.

  The fist smashed like a pendulum, and there was a tearing sound in the air.

  Song Zongwu was extremely confident in this punch, not only because he had figured out the Moon Mirror, but also because the bones all over his body were full of cracks.

  Just the back injury caused by the fist can cause Song Zongwu to suffer no serious injuries.

boom!

  The torrential rain in the cave was gone, and the shelter couldn't help shaking.

  But Song Zong didn't expect the scene to appear, the aura of the moon mirror still exists, and his thousand arms were caught casually.

   "Senior Song, calm down."

   Song Zongwu noticed that there was a smiling Ren Qing in front of him, so he immediately lost most of the strength in lifting it, and he was a little angry.

   "You kid likes to go to theaters, don't you, you do some irrelevant things all day long."

  Realist Dameng shook his head when he saw this. While shocked by Ren Qing's strength, he felt that the other party was even more difficult to see through: "Ren Qing, you should have been out of customs for a while, right?"

   "Well, it's been more than ten days."

   Song Zong punched his head without energy and blood, and blood vessels the size of earthworms burst out of his arm.

   "Sorry, I just want to find out what the **** this [Moon Mirror] is, and let's see how Daode Tianzun reacts by the way."

  During Ren Qing's speech, densely packed various strains were released, and soon climbed up the mirror of the full moon, and immediately affected the latter with diseases.

  Mirror of the Moon was immediately infected with tens of thousands of intractable diseases, and then evolved rapidly under the influence of the diseases, with a cerebellum growing all over the body to store the diseases.

  Then the extremely strong heavenly demon aura rushed towards the Moon Mirror, and then the thunder controlled by the toe-off technique, and the yin energy of Zombie Fengdu...

  Under the tingling gaze of the two, Ren Qing used almost all methods.

  Although the vitality of the Moon Mirror is indeed slowly dissipating, Ren Qing's actions, no matter how you look at it, are boosting the strength of the Moon Mirror.

  The brain of this lunar disc stacked in layers has expanded to about a kilometer in volume.

   Immediately afterwards, the Moon Mirror contracted extremely rapidly, and its vitality was completely lost, leaving only a shriveled, pure white fur in place.

   Song Zongwu asked: "Why bother?"

   "That is not the main body of the Moon Mirror, but a clone made of brain cells, but the main body can use the clone as a medium to absorb the nutrients obtained by the clone."

  Song Zongwu and Dameng Daoist looked at each other, feeling a little unbelievable in their hearts.

  The Moon Mirror who fought desperately with them turned out to be just an innocuous clone. How terrifying would the main body be.

  Ren Qing explained: "The mirror of the moon is currently trapped in the hands of the Daode Tianzun. Being strong is beneficial to us and has no disadvantages. At least it can bring trouble to the Daode Tianzun."

   "When the Moon Mirror was born, it was the consummation of the Immortal Corpse Disciplinary. With its adaptability, its strength will only continue to grow in the face of the harsh environment that comes from the heavens."

  When he was in retreat, he noticed that the tooth of the Buddha lost contact.

  Ren Qing originally thought that the mirror of the moon was dead, but he didn't expect to use the method of avatar to devour the karmic fire of the Tathagata.

  He didn't think Daode Tianzun would continue to create opportunities for Moon Mirror, so he made Moon Mirror grow as much as possible.

   Dameng Daoist stared at the scorching cave and asked, "Won't the mirror of the moon achieve the way of heaven?"

   "Impossible, the supreme demon relied on the way of heaven to be promoted by seizing the ancient Buddha who burned the lamp."

   "The Mirror of the Moon has no chance at all. In the end, it can only be reduced to the rations of the Taoist Heavenly Venerable, and... time is running out."

  The three of them were silent, the water source in this world is gradually drying up, and within ten years another **** of heaven will come.

   Dameng Daoist loses interest in further research and returns to the world in the stomach to recover from his injuries.

   Song Zongwu had just been promoted, and he had to deal with a lot of things. He patted Ren Qing and said, "Don't put pressure on yourself, we just need to live with it. How could Heaven care about the Jail Hall?"

  He turned and walked towards the shelter, leaving Ren Qing with a wry smile on his face.

  Ren Qing knew that the Three Dao Patriarchs would not care about ants, but the key issue is that he holds the bones of the previous generation of Tian Dao after death.

  The origin of the information flow is far beyond imagination, involving the truth thousands of years ago.

   Tens of thousands of years ago in this world, Taoism and Heaven were indeed transformed by "Yuanshi Tianzun", "Dao De Tianzun" and "Lingbao Tianzun".

  The way of Buddhism and heaven is transformed by "Tathagata Buddha", "Lengdeng Ancient Buddha" and "Maitreya Ancient Buddha".

  At that time, the way of heaven was completely different, and the cultivation techniques would not be alienated. Just like the real name of the Taoist Tianzun is the mother of all things, the way of heaven has long been replaced by demons from outside domains.

  The death of the Three Dao Patriarchs has a close relationship with the third Buddha of Buddhism.

  The third Buddha took the initiative to move his life situation closer to the evil spirits outside the territory, but the end result was also destroyed, and it also led to the fall of this world.

   Without the mediation of the Buddha of the Third Age, it is impossible for foreign evil spirits to influence the Three Dao Patriarchs.

  Of course, the ancestors of the Three Daos could not be completely killed. Ren Qing, who came across, received the bones and formed an information flow of exemption costs.

  This is also the reason why it is difficult to advance to the Dao of Heaven with information flow, after all, the essence is dilapidated.

  Ren Qing felt a headache.

  It is impossible for me to replace the corrupt Heavenly Dao and reshape the order of this world.

   【The story of the Three Dao Patriarchs and the Ancient Gods will be placed in the afterword of the end. 】

  (end of this chapter)

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