I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

Zhou Yi pondered for a moment, then continued to ask.

"With your cultivation base, why are you hiding in the common world?"

"The devil's methods are cruel, and he has repeatedly sacrificed blood to mortals, disturbing the rear of the sect."

Lingchen said: "Pindao was born in Xuzhou, and he had some affection for his homeland, so he was stationed in foreign affairs to protect the mortals in Hengcheng from being killed by the devil."

Zhou Yi nodded approvingly, and asked again: "Are there monks from sects stationed in all the cities?"

"Senior should know that monks have stayed in the common world for a long time, and their cultivation base will not advance but retreat, so few people are willing to take this task."

Lingchen explained: "The big city of the state capital is sent by the sect to distribute a large number of spirit stones, spirit gathering formations, etc., and the small town is handed over to casual cultivators. Those real people and real monarchs of the magic way are well-known and famous, and few of them can come to the cloud. Continents are causing chaos, and most of the invaders are insignificant little devils."

"It's really an all-out war..."

Zhou Yi's eyes were lowered, and now is indeed a good opportunity to obtain inheritance.

If the righteous way must be successful in one battle, and the evil way is completely destroyed, it must be willing to recruit casual cultivators with various rewards.

After the decline of the Demon Dao, a large number of inheritances will also be lost, which will become the nourishment for the newly established small sect.

"However, the way of magic has been passed down for countless years, so it is so easy to destroy. The counterattack must be fierce when dying. Maybe the legendary Huashen Tianjun will make a move. The ancestor of Yuanying can destroy thousands of miles. If he encounters the fighting method of Tianjun, it is estimated that it will be difficult to escape. !"

Zhou Yi thought about it carefully, and suppressed the idea of ​​mixing righteousness and evil with swords.

Inheritance will come sooner or later, but there is only one life. Passive catastrophe is inevitable, how can we rush to take the initiative to go to danger?

The central idea of ​​firmness, prudence and prudence is unshakable. Instead of rushing to Jizhou to fight against the Demon Dao, it is better to wait and watch from a distance.

Wait until the end of the righteous and evil sword fight!

When the details of the magic way are exhausted, they will be completely defeated!

Wait until the world of cultivating immortals returns to stability again!

At that time, if you go out to fight against the wind, or join a newly established sect as an ancestor, you can get the inheritance safely and securely.

"The golden core of the small sect is the top. If you slowly kill the founders of the sect, wouldn't you be in power? They have worked so hard, and the foundation they built and the inheritance they won after a narrow escape can easily fall into the hands of the poor!"

Zhou Yi's mind turned, and his future plans became clearer, and time was on his side after all.

Seeing that the senior was silent, Ling Chen boldly asked: "What do you think, senior? In recent years, many true masters who have been cultivating overseas have come to Jiuzhou to exterminate demons. Maybe there are fellow Taoists you are familiar with."

"That's right, Pindao was invited by friends."

Zhou Yi dealt with it casually, but he had an idea in his heart, and all the plans just now were only short of a place to practice.

The Hundred Thousand Mountains are afraid to go back for the time being, and the war is raging in Jiuzhou, so overseas has become the only choice.

According to the records in the classics, there are few spiritual veins overseas, so various spiritual mines and elixir medicines are far less abundant than in Jiuzhou. However, since someone has been promoted to a true king, it means that at least there are enough spiritual veins to maintain the cultivation base at the golden core stage.

"The way of thinking in the past is narrow, obviously you can kill the ancestors of overseas sects, and take over everything in the sect smoothly!"

"What is lacking overseas is the practice of spiritual objects, not the inheritance of exercises."

Thinking up to this point, Zhou Yi waved his hand to leave the bottle of elixir, and turned into a light and left.

Lingchen looked at the elixir in his hand, not knowing why there is such a particular true monarch in the world.

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Qianjing.

With the expansion of Dagan's territory, the capital also became larger.

The Li royal family is known as the number one cultivating family in Yunzhou. Hundreds of casual cultivators under their command used earth magic to flatten the original city wall overnight, and built a nine-foot high-tech city wall fifty miles away.

Cultivators master the five elements of magic, lay down their skins for infrastructure construction, and the speed is even faster than large-scale machinery.

For example, the ground cracking technique breaks down the small hills blocking the road, turning mud into stones without laying a foundation, and then using the earth wall technique to erect walls, turning mud into stones again becomes a city wall made entirely of bluestone.

Such a method shocked the common people into heaven, and then there were legends of immortals descending to the earth to help the great cause.

This morning, misty.

The soldiers on duty at the west gate were checking the people entering the city one by one, when they saw a young Taoist approaching, riding a yellow ox with a broken head and horns, lining up behind him.

The soldiers hurriedly drove the other people out of the way, came to Zhou Yi's side, bowed and said.

"Master Dao, please first!"

"Huh? Why don't I have to line up?"

Zhou Yi's spiritual sense scanned and confirmed that the soldiers were not monks, with a puzzled look on his face.

The soldier bowed even lower when he heard the words, and explained: "Master Taoist, you have been in the mountains for a long time, and you don't know the world. Taoism has long been the state religion and is respected by all people. Your Majesty has repeatedly issued edicts, and all Taoists must be kind to you. The little ones dare not let you queue."

"I see."

Zhou Yi nodded slightly, patted the bull's horns, and the scalper entered the city without haste.

early in the morning.

On the more than ten feet wide street, there are people driving cars, walking and carrying burdens, and pedestrians are like weaving, and there is an endless stream. There are many shops on both sides of the street, and there are groups of customers in teahouses and taverns, speaking with obviously different accents, talking about recent interesting stories.

Zhou Yi walked slowly on the street, looking at the busy pedestrians coming and going, as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago.

Passing by an early morning vendor, Zhou Yi bought a bowl of tofu and fried dough sticks, and ate them while riding on the back of a bull.

"Compared to penance in the mountains, the mortal world seems to be more fun!"

Because of the experience of entering the city gate, Zhou Yi cast a concealment spell, and the surrounding people turned a blind eye to the young Taoist priest.

Shuttle among the world of mortals, but also independent of the world.

It was approaching noon.

Finally arrived at the destination, the courtyard that used to be in Shenjing was not demolished.

The neighborhood is no longer a slum area, but a rich red wall and green tiles, leaving only a dilapidated small courtyard, and the wooden doors have been decayed and crumbling for hundreds of years.

"Qianjing has expanded a few times, and this has become an inner ring area, and its value has risen!"

Zhou Yi restrained his weird thoughts, pushed the door lightly, and the door broke in two with a creak.

Meow meow! Cha Cha!

The movement frightened the guests in the courtyard. Two figures, one black and one white, jumped up the courtyard wall, and a dozen birds flew away in the air.

Zhou Yi took out the spirit wood from the storage bag, cut it into a safe door, cast spells to repair the courtyard wall, and waved away the fallen leaves in the courtyard. The furniture in the house has become rotten wood, and there is no need to sleep at all, just clean up the dust, cobwebs and the like.

In a short while, the small courtyard took on a new look.

He took out the stone tables and benches commonly used in the world of cultivating immortals, placed them under the vines, and boiled water to make a pot of spiritual tea.

"There are probably only two people in Ganjing who know Pindao."

Zhou Yi's eyes sparkled, and he looked at the jujube trees and grape vines. Five or six hundred years ago, there were still a few living branches.

The breeze blew, and the branches swayed, as if to greet and respond.

At this time.

A small head protruded from the wall, with a bun on it, as if smelling the scent of spiritual tea, and couldn't help making a sound of swallowing saliva.

Zhou Yi raised his glass with a smile and said, "Come here, please drink."

With a clear mind, the boy sensed that Zhou Yi was not a bad person, so he climbed onto the wall and grabbed the branches of the old jujube tree, walked along to the main trunk and slid into the courtyard.

Due to his short stature, he could only kneel down on the stone bench, eagerly sip his spiritual tea, and then asked.

"Who are you? Where are you from?"

"From far, far away..."