Starting My Cultivation With Immortality

"what!"

Yunsu was savoring the hideous face revealed by the ghost king when he was being grilled, but suddenly noticed that in the longevity space of the sea of ​​​​knowledge, there were countless vitality emerging.

It turned out that it was the ancient tree in the void that had undergone a great change.

In the illusory picture that appeared on the little green shoot related to Ji Ping and Ye Ning, Ye Ning's figure had gradually faded away, and like the others, he was almost invisible.

But the picture above about Ji Ping is clearer, the green shoots have grown a lot, and have spit out two small tender leaves.

In addition, on this branch, five leaves grew in one breath.

On these leaves, there are faintly cheering pictures of the soldiers of the Dingbo army. They appear and disappear from time to time, and some are vague. Judging from the vitality emanating from the leaves, they are far inferior to the green bud that is almost supported by Ji Ping alone.

The green shoots and the two small young leaves have more vitality than these ordinary leaves.

The huge ancient tree in the void, I don't know how big it is, but now there is finally a small twig that has regained its vitality, and it makes a clear and hazy sound.

"I didn't condense the immortal decree of longevity, but a few leaves grew, and the ancient tree of the void grew a branch. It seems that this is the merit of saving people this time."

On the night of enlightenment, the rains poured down, benefiting the mountains and rivers of a hundred miles, and then condensed an immortal decree of immortality.

This time, tens of thousands of evil spirits were collected, and more than 50,000 soldiers of the Dingbo army were saved, but the immortal order of immortality was not condensed.

Yun Su felt a little regretful in her heart.

Thinking about it carefully, although these two things involve merit, they are very different.

First of all, the rains from the sky seem to benefit the rivers and mountains of a hundred miles, but I don't know how many creatures have benefited from it.

Some mortals, with strong bodies, may have a fiery temper and a tyrannical temperament. And some people were originally weak, sick, or had no more longevity, but after this rain, it may change. A change in the fate of one person often affects many people, and a change in the fate of many people may affect countless years.

Some creatures were originally ignorant, but because of this spiritual rain, their spiritual wisdom may have been opened. This is the grace of enlightenment. Maybe it's the animals and plants in the mountains, maybe it's the fish, shrimp, turtles, and crabs in the water, maybe it's the direct activation of Lingzhi, or maybe it's because of this opportunity ten years later.

In other places, there are evil spirits lingering all the year round, this spiritual rain, exorcising evil spirits, turning the dirt into a pure land.

Yunsu couldn't tell how great the merit of that spiritual rain that covered a hundred miles.

At least, after that night, the territory of Yuyang will become more outstanding, there will be less hostility in the world, and there will be more harmony between people, and the impact will be huge.

Moreover, in addition to the rain that fell from the sky that night, it was also Yunsu's chance to enter the Dao, and the first immortal decree of immortality might have something to do with both.

And saving the Dingbo army, although it did save many people, it also indirectly affected many families. There are more than 50,000 people, and there may be tens of millions of relatives and friends. It is not an exaggeration to say that Dacheng's national fortune has been changed to some extent.

However, this incident did not have much impact on Yunsu itself, did not directly benefit, and did not involve too much cause and effect, and did not try to gain any benefits from the court. He directly broke the idea of ​​reporting to the court and recruiting talents. , meritorious but not rewarded.

From this point of view, five leaves can be condensed, and together with the green bud leaflet before, a small branch of the ancient void tree can be restored to life, which has already made Yunsu very satisfied.

And all the immortal orders of immortality at present are closely related to Yunsu himself.

Yunsu did not deliberately do good deeds to accumulate virtue, nor did he take advantage of opportunities to earn so-called merits, nor did he do good deeds for the sake of being a good person.

Be clear about your heart and see your nature, and do not violate your original heart.

"People are in good spirits when it comes to happy events. It's such a long night, why don't you have a drink?"

Yunsu took out a bottle of Yuquan brewing, this kind of wine set like a pot and a bottle, a bottle can hold a pound of wine, and took some cold dishes from the wishful bag, which were sealed by magic, and placed in front of him .

"Well, you drink this."

Seeing the ghost king who was burned so badly, Yunsu took out another small bottle of burning knife, stretched out his hand and grabbed some liquor, and flicked his finger on the ghost king.

The wine helped the fire, and the original flame of the lamp soared to a height of about a foot. The wine was wrapped in mana. It seemed a little bit, but in fact it was a full two taels. The one-inch-sized ghost king was called a miserable one.

His cultivation was completely lost, and he was banned by supernatural powers. The Ghost King was burned to the point of fainting three times not long after.

It's just that every time he passed out, he was immediately awakened enthusiastically by the resentment of the ghosts entangled in him, and then continued to be burned.

In Yunsu's eyes, in addition to the ghost king above the lamp flame, there are thousands of grievances and grievances. Some of them follow the ghost king's breath, but most of them were once suppressed in the body by his spells. Cultivation of the evil methods can not only practice the ghost way, but also experience the pleasure of ravaging the grievances of the wronged souls.

These unjust souls have all been refined by the ghost king’s evil methods, their souls have long been incomplete, and their yin longevity has been greatly damaged. Those who turn into evil spirits and whose mind is a little unstable will help the tyrants.

Those resentments are even worse. Some are resentments left behind after someone's tragic death, and some are wisps of soul thoughts left behind when the soul flies away. If the ghosts still have a trace of consciousness, they don't even have consciousness.

Ordinary righteous monks may not be afraid of wronged souls, but they are extremely afraid of the causal disasters and evil spirits resentment caused by excessive killing.

Causal disasters are hard to avoid, and the resentment of evil spirits is even more lingering, like shadows and shadows.

This ghost king's practice is quite strange, relying on evil skills to bully the wronged souls and resentments of these ordinary people. But in Yunsu's view, this kind of cultivator who relies on his cultivation and evil power to do this kind of unbelievable thing, even if he doesn't fall into his own hands, if he is a little careless in the future, he will be devoured by ten thousand ghosts. , the end of ashes.

People who drown are often good at water, and there are not a few snake keepers who are bitten by snakes, and this ghost king, who plays with ghosts every day, is now also getting his retribution, and being taken advantage of by the grievances of grievances.

Yunsu didn't even need to cast spells, and was turned into a ghost king of an inch size, supported by countless grievances and grievances, and floated on the flame of the lamp.

"This wine is strong enough, come on, have another drink."

Yunsu rubbed up another drop of wine that was enough to burn a knife, and bounced at the ghost king. The flame of the oil lamp jumped higher and burned even more violently.

The ghost king was screaming again. At the same time, Yunsu drank two liang of Yuquan brew, and then took a big mouthful of braised pork. There were vegetables and wine.

The ghost king was burned with a splitting headache, he felt burnt all over his body, and he could smell a strange smell of barbecued meat. He is no stranger to this smell.

But the fire couldn't burn to death, it couldn't burn through itself, but it burned just right.

Especially when the wine was spilled on his body, the flame of the oil lamp cooked the smell of meat and wine together, making the Ghost King extremely resentful. The fear of death and the powerlessness in the face of absolute power were all so familiar. , so familiar.

It's just that, countless times, he has experienced this feeling from mortals kneeling on the ground or from defeated opponents.

The more they begged, the more they didn't want to die, and the more desperate they were, the more comfortable the ghost king felt, and the more he despised those who were like ants.

It's just that the feng shui takes turns, but now, the ghost king has become the type of person he despises the most.

"If you want to kill, kill, this king will not say anything."

Suddenly, the ghost king found that he could speak, and he secretly said that, and he was a little disdainful. The dismounting just now was far from the king's means.

"You, think too much."

Yunsu smiled slightly, and in his hand showed the small white flocculent ball that contained countless ghosts. It was placed in the air, let it float, and magnified a little. He was horrified to find that this mysterious sword cultivator had actually swept away all the ghost slaves who participated in this operation, and there were not many of them.

What kind of means is this, who is this person, and does the Sushan Sword Sect have such a powerful sword cultivator?

The Donglai Sword Immortal, who is known as 'One Sword East to Town Thousand Mountains', seems to be different from the person in front of him. It is rumored that Donglai Sword Immortal is a fat man, and his characteristics are not the same as the person in front of him.

"It's been a long night. I'm afraid you'll be too lonely, so I'll find more spectators for you."

"..."

The ghost king was angry and hated, but he was speechless. Now is the most desolate and miserable time. He was watched by tens of thousands of ghost slaves in the past, and he was so cheeky that he couldn't wait to find a hole to burrow into the ground.

He would rather be burned or roasted than be so humiliated in front of the ghost slaves of the past.

"You ruined my Taoism, ruined my practice, and arrested thousands of ghost slaves in my temple. Are you really not afraid that things will be exposed, and the real immortal of my ghost temple will come forward and kill you with supreme power?"

Although the ghost king was angry, he still asked the biggest question in his heart.

"I said I'm not afraid, maybe you don't believe it either."

Yunsu said lightly, pointed out, and saw a flash of light flying towards the ghost king. He doesn't think he will take the initiative to provoke any real immortals, but he is not afraid. He just wants to keep a low profile. If he really encounters an enemy, or a ghost temple, it can kill even if you don't provoke it. The power at your door, then you can only see the real chapter.

"Ah! You, what have you done to me..."

The Ghost King was horrified to find that a force too strong to resist had invaded his head, and countless memories were being quickly pulled away.

Many things that even he forgot were taken away by this secret technique, and some fragmented memory fragments did not escape.

The Ghost King even saw in those memories that when he was three years old, he was wearing a pair of black pants.

This kind of triviality in his childhood, he had long forgotten, but today he was all sucked away by the evil method of this sword cultivator.

In less than half a column of incense, all the ghost king's memories were taken away by Yunsu, and even some memories that were banned by other monks' spells did not escape.

Yunsu closed his eyes slightly, and then digested the ghost king's memory of more than a thousand years. The ghost king himself completely forgot about many things, but he did not escape this disaster.

In these countless memories, Yunsu seems to have seen a monk with unremarkable aptitude who rose all the way through evil methods. The living people, cultivators, and all kinds of creatures who died under his hands are already difficult to describe with numbers. .

But sometimes the wicked go the right way, and instead they will become stronger and more evil, because he successfully joined the ghost temple.

For a time, there were countless secrets, and countless conspiracies and tricks about Bulao Mountain, Ghost Square Temple, Yinshan Dynasty, Wulan Kingdom, Dacheng Dynasty, Sushan Sword Sect, Zhiyang Zhenren, even white-clothed ghost slaves, marrying immortals, etc. One after another came to Yun Su's mind.

Many guesses and puzzles in the past are all clear today.

In an instant, Yunsu figured out too many things, and some secrets could even vaguely correspond to the history of the Dacheng Dynasty.

Looking at the situation of the Dacheng Dynasty at this time, it seems that there is a huge net that is irresistible and cannot be stopped from falling from the sky.

Its goal is not to achieve imperial power, nor is it just a fertile and fertile country, but all of these must be wiped out.

"It turns out that your grand conspiracy has not only been planned for a hundred years, but it can no longer be called a grand conspiracy.

In order to rebuild your Yinshan Dynasty, you will not hesitate to use the bones of hundreds of millions of living beings as stepping stones. If you hadn't personally searched for souls, who would have known your ambitions were so great. "

Yunsu had to sigh with emotion that he still underestimated the evil of these villains, and slightly underestimated the shamelessness of the inherited forces in this world.

The Bulao Mountain has been inherited for 20,000 years, and the Ghost Square Temple has lasted for more than 8,000 years. These two forces are one good and one evil, but in the end they are in unison, treating countless countries, countless monks, and countless mortals as commodities. Trading on stage.

Those cultivators who are high above and enjoy almost all the best things in the world are like playing a game. You divide a piece, I divide a piece, and you deprive billions of beings of the right to survive, and everything in this radius of 100,000 miles is lost. betrayed.

When the ghost king saw this, he also broke the jar and said:

"Why, when you found out that this major event involving hundreds of thousands of soldiers and tens of millions of mortals at war between the two countries was just a little prelude to the rebuilding of the Yinshan Dynasty, didn't you feel very powerless?

Did you feel very scared when you found out that the transformation of the gods and the real immortals I mentioned was real?

When you discovered the true origin of the Ghost Square Temple, learned about the promise of Bulao Mountain, and even learned about the legend about the Yinshan Dynasty, did you feel that you were very insignificant?

No matter how powerful you are, facing the real immortal of my ghost temple, your fate will definitely not be any better than mine.

What's more, how can you be a thousand times stronger? My Ghost Square Temple is the relic of the Yinshan Dynasty, and it is so powerful, and there is the Bulao Mountain, which has been inherited for 20,000 years. It will not be harder to trample you to death than to trample an ant. big.

Hahahaha, are you desperate? Are you not happy? Are you afraid? Hahaha……"

The Ghost King felt that although he had fallen into this fate, the sword cultivator in front of him was probably inferior to him.

However, when he looked at the mysterious sword cultivator's face with extreme disdain and a hint of longing, he found that he was also looking at himself, with a sarcastic expression on his face.

"You think too much again. I just think your shamelessness and filth are slightly beyond my imagination."

Ghost King: "The road to immortality is rugged, and the further you go, the narrower it gets. With your cultivation, as long as you submit to my ghost temple, sooner or later, you will be able to become a **** and become a true immortal. Sooner or later, when you witness the ancient The Yinshan Dynasty, which is as majestic as the sacred mountain and as deep as the boundless sea, was rebuilt, even when it was fortunate enough to crawl under its feet.

You will stand shoulder to shoulder and watch the vicissitudes of life change. At that time, you will turn a blind eye to these ordinary soldiers.

The supreme power that surpasses thousands of monks, the supreme power to enslave hundreds of millions of creatures, seek the ultimate secret of immortality, and spy on the supreme avenue between heaven and earth, these are what we cultivators should do. You still have time.

This king, Gloomy Mountain, one of the 108 ghost kings with a high status in the Ghost Square Temple, can forgive your mistakes and give you a rare opportunity..."

Yunsu smiled and didn't continue to talk nonsense with him. Everything he wanted was obtained through soul searching, and humiliation was also humiliated.

"The way is different, and we don't plan for each other. In this way, for the sake of our chatting at night and enjoying the drink, I will give you a chance.

You have a ghost girl in red, who seems to have a lot of opinions on me. I will ask her how she wants me to die, and I will take her answer as your destination~www.wuxiahere.com~ The ghost king's face is ashen, and he finds himself unable to speak again. This thief is really insufferable, does he think that Are you the contemporary goddess of the Antarctic Temple, the reincarnated Buddha of Guling Temple?

However, all this was out of his hands. The body that had been transformed into an inch size gradually grew larger, and then sat in the void, unable to move.

With a finger of Yunsu's hand, she grabbed the red-clothed ghost girl from the white fox ball, untied part of the ban on her, and finally woke up.

"Master Ghost King!"

The red-clothed ghost girl saw the ghost king that she was thinking about at first sight. She was eager to survive, and she didn't notice the strange red burning on the ghost king's body, nor did she smell the pungent smell of human flesh and alcohol. smell, but plunged directly into his arms.

"Master Ghost King, it's him who ruined your affairs. Quickly, kill him quickly. Kill him and feed him to the dog. Then he will be exhausted to make his soul dissipate. Finally, he will smash his bones into ashes and pour it into the gutter cesspool."

The ghost girl in red has gone crazy.

"what……"

Suddenly, she was stunned, and saw that her hands were grabbing the air from the Ghost King's body and pulling something off. Looking closely, she actually grabbed two lumps of rotten flesh, which was exuding a foul smell.

"Master Ghost King, you, you..."

She was horrified to find that the ghost king, who looked aloof and brocade-like as before, turned out to be an illusion. The ghost king had no clothes on his body, and his body was burnt to the ground. The strength of the shaking was too great, and it was not just torn off. The rotten flesh on the two groups of arms, and even the face was ripped apart by the shaking skin.

Yunsu smiled lightly, and said, "Be faithful to what you say, and do what you say. Then let someone send you on the road according to the method that the person you most trusted in your lifetime said."

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