Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

"Hey, he's actually in this area."

Yunsu switched his main mind to another trace of consciousness, and found that two sneaky mountain spirits had come to the vicinity of the mountain.

Here is a small crack in the rock, several miles away from the direction of Qianling Zhenjun and the three of them.

The two mountain spirits were also tired from running. They sat on the ground and gasped for breath. It was not an easy night. They had to use the Qianling Sect as a cover, and they hid along the way. Drilling into the ground and escaping for a certain distance, the strange wind from the mountain pass even made the two mountain spirits with shallow Taoism feel a chill.

"Boss, there's a lot of movement over there."

A few miles away, the nearly 10,000 beasts made a lot of noise, and the little mountain spirit jumped on a flying rock, covering his eyes, but he couldn't see clearly.

"Thousands of Spirit Sect people really don't want dog's life."

"No, so what if you break in, it's not enough for the king to stick his teeth between his teeth."

"Stop talking nonsense, burn incense, and go back to bed early."

"Yes, let's sleep for a month. Oh, my **** still hurts, **** it."

The little mountain spirit fell back to the crevice of the rock, opened and closed his hands, picked up a handful of soil from the ground, chanted a spell, rubbed the soil into incense in an instant, lit it with magic power, and a cloud of smoke floated towards the forbidden area of ​​the sacred mountain in front.

After a while, I saw a ripple in the forbidden area of ​​the sacred mountain, and a 'human' figure emerged from the ground. Yunsu's consciousness suddenly jolted and recognized him.

Zhang Yifan, it's actually you old boy!

This accident has become a big one. Originally, many difficulties and countless crises were envisaged. Who would have thought that Zhang Yifan would actually emerge from the Heavenly Remnant Sword Burial at this moment.

It's just that there's something wrong with his condition.

The physical body is gone, and even the three souls and seven souls have been mixed up by something, forming a special soul body.

The figure's dress is almost exactly the same as the self-portrait in Wawushan Xianyouji. The clothes, hairstyle, appearance, sword on the back, and even the temperament are exactly the same.

He is not tall and handsome, but his white hair is like frost, giving people a sense of vicissitudes, but his face still looks quite angular, the whole person's appearance is not very outstanding, but there is a sense of righteousness, even if he is not a person now Now, still upright, calm and steady.

If you have a pot of wine in your hand, you will have the temperament of a wine sword fairy.

There is a pressing sword intent on his body, Yun Su estimated it, I am afraid that a master of the Jindan stage encounters such a level of sword intent, unless there is a strange treasure to protect the body, or a divine power to protect the body, otherwise it will not be able to do it without damage. The next sword.

"Without the physical body, the original three souls and seven souls also turned into sword souls. Although Zhang Yifan did not die completely, he changed his life form and became the acquired sword spirit."

While Yun Su controlled this trace of consciousness, he planned to spy on his real body for a while and then come here. Tian Can Jian's funeral has received too much attention, and there are many dangers, so it is not suitable to wait for a long time. Zixia went back to Yuyang City.

"Did someone bring it?"

"My lord, I brought it here, I brought it here, two smart little boys."

Dashanjing nodded and bowed as he pulled his back pocket. They couldn't afford to offend this person. Although the other party never left the sacred mountain and only talked through the forbidden barrier, it would be effortless to kill the two of them.

After staying near the sacred mountain for a long time, the two mountain spirits are too aware of the mystery and horror of this sacred mountain.

Zhang Yifan, who was under restraint, also looked at the bag, and found that there was indeed a child in it. He couldn't help feeling sad. There were two more, and it was the ninth recently.

His face was also much gloomier, and he snorted softly, but he could do nothing, just blame these two mountain spirits for being too good at doing things and being too attentive.

"what!!"

Dashanjing untied the rope, and the first thing he saw was a stone, he hurriedly poured out the stone, reached in and felt it, but he couldn't touch it, and he was so anxious that he simply got into the cloth bag.

"Second brother, take a look at yours!"

When Xiao Shan Jing saw this, she was also quite frightened. She was inseparable from the boss all the way. She saw with his own eyes that he put a child in, how could it turn into a stone.

He hurriedly opened his bag, and saw a stone as well. He tore the bag to shreds with both hands, and couldn't find the child.

"Old, boss, where are people..."

The two mountain spirits were frightened and stupid. After working hard all night, they took out two stones in front of the king's subordinates.

With two bangs, Dashanjing smashed a stone with one hand, and suddenly the gravel splashed around. There was no abnormality, it was the most ordinary rock.

"Sir, please spare your life, we really stole two little dolls, but, but, I don't know how they disappeared..."

"Sir, my boss and I have been together all the time, really, really no, I don't know..."

Zhang Yifan, who was under the restriction, also had a thoughtful look on his face. He took a special look at the two cloth bags just now and realized that there were indeed two children inside. What came was two stones.

These two mountain spirits must have met an expert in the Immortal Dao. This person has a very high level of cultivation. I don’t know when he cast a spell to replace the child, and then put two stones in it, and added a very profound illusion, even himself. Being deceived, how can the two mountain spirits see through.

"You guys go back first."

To the surprise of the two mountain spirits, the king's subordinates did not embarrass them. They kowtowed like smashing garlic, and thanked them again and again. Zhang Yifan glanced at the south with nostalgia, and then went straight back with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, it's too late."

Yunsu watched Zhang Yifan burrow into the ground, probably returning to the sword burial, so she temporarily gave up the idea of ​​rushing to save people overnight.

The two mountain spirits ran away in a blink of an eye, and with that shred of consciousness, they turned around in the east and west, and went directly back to a leyline under the ground. They lay down and fell asleep.

Although Yunsu couldn't use them for the time being, but seeing that they knew so much about the Heavenly Remnant Sword Burial, he secretly needed to use them sooner or later, so he continued to leave a trace of consciousness, and his mind returned to the body.

"Hoo~"

Yunsu took a deep breath, visualized the yin-yang fish diagram behind him, and his mind sank into the ocean of knowledge. He took the time to cultivate and replenished his mind and energy for the night.

Although the remote control of spiritual consciousness a hundred miles away costs a lot, but compared to Yunsu's powerful cultivation, his mind and consciousness are only a drop in the bucket.

However, Yunsu is used to keeping himself in the best condition anytime, anywhere, lest the enemy suddenly jump out to pick up a bargain when he consumes seven, seven or eight.

Although it was only a short time just now, I could see that the prohibition of Tiancangjian Burial is extremely powerful. Although Zhang Yifan can act in the restraint, he cannot do it if he wants to get out.

Vaguely, there is a force of rules binding everything inside.

Yunsu naturally also saw Zhang Yifan's infinite desire for the outside world in that moment.

It's just that what the powerful rules and restrictions are, I didn't see the truth for a while, but I was sure in my heart that for thousands of years, no matter the level of cultivation, the strange thing that can't come out as long as you go in has a major relationship with the rules and restrictions. .

"The time has come."

Yunsu communicated slightly about the trace of divine consciousness still attached to the goddess' shoulders, and found that she finally stopped rubbing her hands with her hands, but at that moment, all kinds of information accumulated in this trace of divine consciousness came back explosively. .

For half an hour, all the sensations of this sense of consciousness were fed back one by one. Although it was not as sensitive as at the beginning, it still made Yunsu feel slightly dizzy while sitting on the bed.

There is an illusion, as if the room I'm staying in now is the boudoir of the goddess, there is a faint fragrance like a musk deer everywhere on her body, and the feeling of being rubbed is also very clear.

"Certainly!"

Yunsu read the mantra, and only then did he forcibly suppress the large amount of information that was fed back by that trace of divine sense. After a careful peek, he found that the herds of livestock and beasts in the valley were already queuing up to enter the sacred mountain.

The speed is neither fast nor slow, there is a special rhythm, this Qianling Zhenjun should have really caught a glimpse of the law of the Heavenly Remnant Sword Burial, and what is it, Yunsu can't tell, it is still early, so he simply takes a nap .

When the **** crows three times, he opens his eyes and wakes up.

"At the time of parting, let's sell these knives to you."

With a wave of Yunsu's hand, he took out two kitchen knives and a pair of scissors and put them on the table.

Although these knives have only undergone the most superficial treatment, they are also much sharper than ordinary household knives. Over time, they can also have a certain effect of warding off evil spirits.

After doing this, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com Yunsu disappeared directly from the house and appeared in the sky above Niulan Village. With a wave of his sleeves, a phantom formation that could last for several days was set up.

In this way, no matter whether it is a martial arts person or an ordinary cultivator, they will not be able to see through this place within three days.

At this time, the old village chief Niu had a dream, in which he saw the immortal chief who called himself Mr. Su again.

"Old village chief, it's fate to meet each other. I'll give you these three knives on credit. When Niulan Village is like spring all year round and the mountains are blooming, Su will come back to collect the money."

"Xianchang, are you leaving now? The village was not well received, and I asked Xianchang to leave his name as a taboo, so we can build a temple and worship day and night."

"Haha, don't be in a hurry, I have to help you find animals. As for building ancestral temples, there is no need. From today, Niulan Village will be closed for three days, and Su will also go."

Where would Yunsu leave a name taboo, the shadow of a person's famous tree, meet by chance, and just do some kind deeds, it's not a relative, not a relationship, where is it worth keeping a name taboo.

That's why, after coming to this world, aside from a few little guys, Xiangzi called Mr. Su, and it didn't matter to that level, and he didn't even want to tell him anything about his surname.

It should be noted that Daoxing has reached a certain level. If someone recites your real name and surname day and night, you can sense it. Yunsu does not want to be disturbed day and night for the sake of ordinary people.

Who is the name? It's just a code name. When a mortal like Yun Su sees a true immortal, and a cultivator sees the height of an earth immortal, a Mr. Su is already a code name that is extremely worthy of countless people and things.

Yunsu left Niujia Village and went straight to the valley where Qianling Zhenjun and others were located. He just took the opportunity to spy on more information about the sword burial. Since Zhang Yifan was not dead, he was not ruthlessly ravaged and brutally suppressed. Don't break the line at any cost.

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