I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World Chapter 189

Of the eight sects of righteousness, the Ghost King Sect and the Danding Sect are the most complete.

Among them, the ghost king sect is famous for its ghost cultivation, and its exploration of the way of the soul far exceeds that of other sects.

The technique of reincarnation is the top secret book of the Ghost King Sect. If the sect is not destroyed and the end of the law is coming, it is almost impossible for outsiders to see it.

This method is used to smash the soul into pieces with a secret method, but it can ensure that the self is not lost, and forcibly integrate into the soul of the newborn baby, tampering with the huge memory and soul power, and transforming into a new soul.

"This involves the way of reincarnation, and the soul is too mysterious, even the ancestors of Yuan Ying are difficult to be one."

Zhou Yi closed his eyes and carefully sensed that Jianmu had a vague connection with himself, and he could even sense a little consciousness, such as the desire to create jade dew.

The source of contact is the soul deed. When the scalper tore his own soul, he deliberately kept the soul deed intact and forcibly penetrated into Jianmu's nascent consciousness.

Ever since he sensed that Jianmu gave birth to spiritual wisdom, Zhou Yi has been thinking about how to completely control Jianmu.

The innate spiritual root transforms into shape, not only the cultivation base reaches the sky, but also has the air luck of the sky, even if the strength is tyrannical, it cannot be contaminated.

Until he got the inheritance of the Heaven-Mending Sect from Xiao Tiezhu, there was an ancient artifact refining method, which used the soul of a spirit beast to refine the artifact and became a pseudo-spiritual tool with a little intellect.

Zhou Yi spent hundreds of years to comprehend the secret art of reincarnation and the method of artifact spirit, and finally it can be combined and displayed.

The movement of mana condenses into mysterious restrictions, waved into the building wood, this is the method of the spiritual tool to recognize the master, and can cultivate and communicate the consciousness of the scalper.

In this way, the probability of scalpers to maintain their identity is greatly increased, and they can double control Jianmu.

years later.

Zhou Yi finally finished the sacrifice and refining of the spiritual tool. He found the contract scroll from the ten thousand scrolls of Taoism, which recorded hundreds of ways to recognize the master, involving the essence, blood, spirit, and even the legendary cause and effect.

One after another, the methods of recognizing the master were displayed one after another, and the spiritual light of building wood shone, and there were inscriptions prohibiting everything from the roots to the trunk.

"No matter what the origin of Jianmu is, the poor way spends hundreds of millions of Shouyuan to give birth, and even if he recognizes the Lord, no one can take it away, not even God!"

A hundred years have passed.

Jianmu has reached as high as six feet, and the trunk is as thick as an adult's arm, standing in the center of the formation.

Carrying a hoe, the ginseng doll circled around Jianmu a few times, with a puzzled look on her face: "Xianchang, why is Jianmu still not forking?"

"Pindao doesn't know either."

Zhou Yi used the Jade Dew Art to irrigate, and said with a smile: "Maybe you haven't grown up yet? Anyway, you have a long life, so just wait."

The longevity limit of Lingshen has never been recorded in the classics, but some people have found Lingshen with ten thousand years of medicinal age from ancient ruins.

Jianmu sensed the familiar aura, and a mysterious yellow divine light hung down, swept away the jade dew of good fortune like a tongue.

Then a surging aura erupted, filling the underground space with a radius of 100 meters, condensing into a wisp of spiritual mist, rising to the sky, and then turning into a little bit of spiritual rain and falling.

"Even if there is no fortune-telling jade dew, the daily aura is enough to maintain the cultivation base."

"Each time the spiritual energy erupts, it can increase a little mana after refining. Even if the amount is very small, it can break through the middle stage of Jindan after thousands of years!"

All the spiritual things that Zhou Yi accumulated, except for the seeds of spiritual medicine and some rare spiritual mines, all the others were invested in the construction of wood, and now it can be said that it is poor.

Fortunately, Jianmu lived up to his expectations, and as he continued to mature, his aura increased exponentially.

The height of the ginseng doll is fixed at one foot, and it has not grown taller for hundreds of years. Its limbs are white and fat, and its facial features are as delicate as a porcelain doll.

"Don't worry, I'm not in a hurry."

"Then why don't you go to work soon, and reclaim two acres of spiritual fields today!"

Zhou Yi kicked the Lingshen doll away with one foot, returned to the retreat stone room, and arbitrarily extracted the volume of Dao Zang for Shenwu.

"The method of refining poison pills is to use ten thousand years of corpse poison mixed with the filth of the lungs, and the surface is packaged into Qianyuan spirit pills, which can poison the real monarch... Tsk tsk, this Pill Dao ghost is very in line with the poor Dao's heart!"

this day.

Zhou Yi took out the lottery tube, shook it gently, and performed a small cut sky technique.

The spirit lottery landed, and everything was stable.

"Three hundred years have passed, there should be no monks in this world who are difficult to predict... Perhaps, even a monk is gone."

Zhou Yi walked out of the retreat stone room, put away the Taoist bookshelf, and looked forward.

The land that stretches for more than a hundred feet has all been reclaimed into spiritual fields, and the ginseng dolls are waving their hoes. The blood vine demon followed behind, shaking his head and tail constantly, as if to cheer up.

The spiritual field is full of exotic flowers and plants, most of which only grow an inch or so seedlings, and a few that have matured for thousands of years are already feet tall.

"It's time to go ashore!"

Zhou Yi came to the tomb of Huang Niu, took out a few ginseng roots and burned several stacks of yellow paper.

Nowadays, in the storage bag, the most accumulated is yellow paper. After all, there are more and more graves that need to pay tribute.

Then Zhou Yishou pinched the magic formula of treasure collection, and the two-zhang-high Jianmu was uprooted, quickly shrinking to about an inch, and he opened his mouth and swallowed it in his belly for nourishment.

Lingshen doll came over with a **** and asked, "Xianchang, why doesn't this building tree branch?"

Zhou Yi stroked Luye and said coaxing a child.

"Good, Jianmu hasn't grown up yet, go and collect the elixir first!"

Akashima.

On the verge of the North Sea.

Zhou Yi stood in the sky, looking out into the boundless desert.

Looking around, there is no one in sight.

The strong wind swept through, and the long yellow sand was like waves, forming a strange and magnificent picture with the adjacent blue waves of the North Sea.

The scorching sun was scorching hot, and a gust of cold air rushed up from his back.

Zhou Yi came back following the original chart. In just three hundred years, all the prosperous coastal cities back then had become deserts.

"Those old immortals fought to the death, did they sacrifice Chizhou with blood?"

Driving the light to fly thousands of miles over the desert, the only thing that changes on the ground is the shape of the sand dunes, until I see the ruins of a barren city.

The yellow sand buried most of the city, and only a few sections of the city wall were exposed, and the sporadic towers and castles proved that there was a prosperous past here.

Zhou Yi landed on the ancient city wall, his consciousness swept in all directions, and found a lot of gold, silver and jade objects buried underground.

"Every family has corpses and treasures. Obviously, it is too late to escape, and they die instantly from an irresistible natural disaster!"

He waved his hand to take out a fairly complete dead corpse from the sand, and carefully investigated the cause of death.

With a sigh, he continued to fly south.

a few days later.

After flying over the thousands of miles of mountains, the ground turned from muddy yellow to green, and finally saw people.

Zhou Yi did not stop escaping, and continued to fly south to Yunzhou. After two days, he saw the familiar city on the ground.

Dry Beijing.

Chongren Square.

Most of the Beijing bookstores gather here.

It was the year of the big exam, and scholars came and went on the street to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Zhou Yi's consciousness swept through the entire capital, but he didn't find any cultivator's aura. He transformed into a young scholar and entered the shop.

"The shopkeeper, where is the national history book?"

"Here."

The shopkeeper pointed to the right corner, and said enthusiastically, "We have Mr. Yang Ming's commentary on the Five Classics, which is this year's chief examiner. It only costs twenty taels. Do you want to buy a volume?"

Zhou Yi shook his head, walked straight to the national history bookshelf, and swept through the books one by one.

"Since two hundred years ago, the power of the country has been declining day by day, warlords from all over the world are fighting each other, and the beacon is everywhere..."

"After more than a dozen generations of emperors, either trying hard to rule, or being incompetent, the territory is only one-tenth of the heyday, and there are many wars in the borders, and from time to time, people will occupy the state capital!"

Zhou Yi was not surprised by this. Without the assistance of the monks, it would be difficult for the mortal army to rule a continent.

The success of Daqian's national fortunes has lasted to this day, and it is entirely based on the benefits of the ancestors. After all, the Li family has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people since the country was founded for a thousand years.

"There is no record of Baiyun Temple in any of the books. Pindao remembers that three hundred years before this "Qian Benji" was written, the original work affirmed the achievements of Baiyun Temple and praised several real people as the pillars of the country!"

"Now, all deleted..."

Zhou Yi shook his head slightly, his figure turned into nothingness and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already arrived at Qinghua Square, with a White Cloud Temple covering an area of ​​four or five acres, surrounded by the palaces of the imperial court.

Bookstore.

The old Taoist priest in charge of cleaning suddenly felt heavy and fell asleep leaning on the bookshelf.

Zhou Yi's stature manifested, his divine sense swept through all the books, and soon found the "Biography of the True Man of Xuanren", and when he flipped through the contents, there was indeed a record about the world of immortality.

"Daoist Xuanxiao fought for ten days and ten nights in Chizhou for ten days and ten nights, destroying all living beings in one continent..."

Fingers pinch, it was about two hundred years ago, and after that, most of the writings were about Taoist and mundane affairs.

Zhou Yi spent a day and a night in the Book Collection Pavilion. After reading all the books, he left with an ugly face.

I looked for a temple again. Back then, when Daomen was the state religion, there was a Ten Thousand Buddhas Temple in Kyoto. There was an endless stream of believers coming in and out, and the incense was very prosperous!

Zhou Yi had read the Buddhist scriptures in the temple, and UU's face became more and more gloomy when he read the book www.uukanshu.com.

"Fellow Daoist Xiao suppressed the nine continents and the four seas for three hundred years, until there were no more monks in the world, and it was a great achievement for the human race!"

"Now the reputation is rotten. The poor Daoists such as Buddha enemies and great demons have long expected. Those bald donkeys poured dirty water on Xiao Daoyou before his death, and now even Daoists are called outlaws!"

"Pindao can't save Xiao Daoyou's life, but he can't watch his name be slandered!"

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