I Am Immortal In The Cultivation World

ten years later.

The sun is just blooming.

A cry broke the tranquility of the mountain.

The aura shone brightly, and a few spirit pills that strengthened the muscles and bones merged into the baby's body.

The baby stopped crying for a moment, and with two dark eyes, it looked at its mother for a while, and looked at its father for a while.

Zhao Yao didn't have any difficulty in giving birth, so she recovered her posture after running her mana, her eyes were shining brightly, she looked at the baby's bones, and she couldn't help showing a look of disappointment.

"Xuan'er doesn't have spiritual roots either!"

The baby had been given a name before birth, named Xuan, in memory of the teachings of the ancestor Xuanyi.

"Since ancient times, the spiritual root has been bestowed by heaven, even if it is a human or fairy heir, there is only a chance."

Yang Jin comforted: "Yao'er don't have to be sad, I will have a long life, and I can have a child slowly, and I will definitely have a child with a spiritual root!"

"What do you think I am..."

Zhao Yao's face was slightly red, and she said shyly and angrily: "Isn't it like a pig, with so many children, how can I take care of them?"

Pregnancy and childbirth do not affect mana practice, but follow-up care of children is troublesome and takes up a lot of practice time. Most monks in the world of cultivating immortals will choose to be extinct, or hand over their descendants to ordinary families for upbringing.

Ordinary people raise children for the sake of retirement, monks have a long lifespan, and they can easily kill several generations of descendants.

Yang Jin said: "Besides, it's not impossible. After Xuan'er and Sisi have spread their branches and leaves, just choose someone with spiritual roots and take them up to the mountain to practice."

"Forget it, maybe at that time, I no longer have the thought of having children around my knees."

Zhao Yao sighed and said: "Xuan'er and Sisi have been away for nine years. At the beginning, they thought about it day and night, but now they are used to it. The separation between immortals and mortals is not ruthless, but heaven is ruthless!"

Speaking of this, Zhao Yao suddenly understood why her ancestors were indifferent to the descendants and didn't care about life, old age, sickness and death.

After hundreds of generations, after continuous dilution, it is hard to say how much blood relationship there is.

"If the Dao of Heaven is ruthless, how can the poor Dao meet the lady?"

Yang Jin hugged Zhao Yao, and said affectionately: "To meet my lady, I have nothing else to ask for..."

cluck cluck!

There was a burst of crisp laughter, and Yang Jin felt a lot of force, and forcibly separated himself from his wife.

Zhao Yao wondered: "This little guy was born just now, how can he have such great strength?"

Yang Jin didn't take it seriously: "Maybe it's the innate supernatural power, nourished by the panacea."

The descendants of monks have been nourished by mana and aura since their embryos. It is normal to have some mysteries, as long as there are no abnormalities such as purple energy coming from the east and fairy light from the sky, it is nothing.

cluck cluck!

Yang Xuan let out a cheerful laugh and waved his arms, proving to the world that I am here!

After a few days.

Zhao Yao stared at Yang Xuan dumbfounded, climbing up and down in the house.

The black dog that was captured as a companion spirit pet was two or three months old, and its climbing speed was not as fast as Yang Xuan's.

"Husband, is Xuan'er okay?"

Yang Jin comforted, "It's only several times stronger than ordinary children, so there's no problem."

A few more days passed.

Yang Xuan had already learned to walk, and while his parents were practicing, he led his spiritual pet, the black dog, out the door. If it wasn't for the barriers of the formation, he didn't know where he would go to the deep mountains and old forests.

Zhao Yao frowned: "Is this really all right?"

The Xuanyuanzong classics record that the heir of a gentleman, taking the top elixir to cultivate his foundation, will take several months before he can walk.

Yang Xuan only incorporated a few spirit pills at birth to strengthen his body and bones to ensure that all diseases would not invade. Afterwards, he lived on spirit rice, but his strength far surpassed that of the heir of a Taoist gentleman.

"it should be no problem?"

Yang Jin is not confident anymore at this time, it is true that Yang Xuan's growth is too strange, so the speed will not be able to speak in a few days.

"Don't worry, lady, this is our son, some visions are also a good thing!"

really.

half a month after birth.

Yang Xuan spoke in a crisp voice without any slurred words or stagnant sentences.

"Xuan'er really has a problem!"

Yang Jin's expression was solemn: "In this situation, it is either the reincarnation of an expert, or the awakening of Su Hui."

Zhao Yao wondered: "Xuan'er doesn't even have spiritual roots, how can he reincarnate and awaken Su Hui?"

"The two have nothing to do with each other."

Yang Jin said: "Pindao once asked Master Uncle, and he said with certainty, whether there are mortals with spiritual roots who have awakened Su Hui, but without the qualifications for cultivation, they can only die of old age silently."

Awakening Su Hui didn't dare to publicize it, let the monks arrest her and search for her soul, it would be better to go to the common people.

"Then I'll call Xuan'er over to ask."

Zhao Yao showed joy. If Yang Xuan was reincarnated or Su Hui, he must have been a great figure in his previous life, and he might be able to get the approval of the ancestors and cast spells to obtain the acquired spiritual root.

But after thinking about it, I don't want my son to be a reincarnation, and I always feel that I have lost something!

Yang Xuan was chasing a dog in the courtyard, when he heard his mother calling, he jumped into the house.

"Xuan'er, look into Mother's eyes."

Zhao Yao performed the enchantment technique, and seeing Yang Xuan's eyes were confused, she asked softly, "Xuan'er, do you have memories of your previous life?"

Yang Xuan shook his head blankly: "No."

"Have you ever awakened Su Hui?"

"No."

"Do you have any strange memories?"

"No."

Zhao Yao asked a few questions in a row, put away the ecstasy technique, and said helplessly: "Xuan'er is just an ordinary person."

“Ordinary people are good, very good!”

Of course Yang Jin knows that it is not ordinary, but what can Xuanyi be inexplicable, can he abandon the wilderness or send him into reincarnation?

Since then.

Yang Jin paid a little more attention to his son, and under the lock of his spiritual sense, he could find anything unusual.

Climbing in three days, walking in ten days, and talking in half a month is nothing.

Playing swords and swords at the age of one, holding a wooden pier at the age of three, playing with a stone table at the age of seven, pulling weeping willows upside down at the age of ten, at the age of fifteen, it is no longer clear how strong the strength is, and the nearby mountains, rocks and trees are difficult to measure...

However, Yang Xuan has a normal appetite and doesn't need to practice martial arts, as if breathing air every day, he can increase his strength out of thin air!

Standing in front of the window, Yang Jin watched his son crush the spirit stone with his bare hands and sprinkle it evenly on the medicine field.

"It's a pity that Xuan'er doesn't have a spiritual root, otherwise, if it is replaced by increasing mana, our family will be able to produce a big shot!"

Zhao Yao nodded slightly, but she also had a different idea.

"I think it's very good. The world of cultivating immortals may not be free in the mortal world. You and I are forced by evil spirits and can only cultivate in Qingyun Mountain. Xuan'er has such strength, and he won't be bullied even if he goes to the mortal world!"

"Yeah, the fairy road is difficult."

Yang Jin looked in the direction of Xuanyuan Mountain, and hadn't gone back for more than 70 years.

After all, the enemy is an innocent ghost and a big devil who the heavens can't help but is far beyond Xuan Yuanzong's ability to provoke.

...

today.

It was sunny and sunny.

The handsome young man in apricot yellow clothes jumped three or four feet on a branch, grabbed the tree and vines in the air and flew out ten feet.

Looking closely, it was Yang Xuan, who had been hit by wind, snow, rain and frost without leaving any traces.

woof woof!

The black dog followed behind its master, barking eagerly. This place is too far away from home, and it is likely to enter the territory of a powerful monster clan.

Qingyun Mountain is one of the two holy lands of the monster clan in Dongsheng Shenzhou.

And because the Heavenly Court issued an explicit edict acknowledging that the three thousand li radius is the Qingyun Temple's private property, many demon kings and demon emperors who were unwilling to submit came to live in seclusion within the Qingyun Mountain range.

Maybe a peerless demon god lives in seclusion in a certain nameless barren mountain!

Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Don't be afraid, Heizi, there is a cow saint on the mountain, who dares to mess around."

One person and one dog, one in front and one behind.

Speeding through the mountains and forests, over a dozen hills, Yang Xuan stood on top of a peak and looked into the distance.

The mountains and valleys are endless, and there are beast roars from time to time.

"What's going on there?"

Yang Xuan pointed to the distant mountain peak, which seemed to be cut off by great magic power, and a figure could be vaguely seen shaking.

The black dog was born with spiritual eyes, and barked twice after seeing clearly.

"A group of apes are wrestling, and there are other monsters watching, interesting and interesting!"

Curiosity arose in Yang Xuan, and he jumped down the mountain. After falling several tens of feet, he propped up his clothes and kept slowing down the speed of falling, falling down the mountain like a fallen leaf.

The black dog's two small eyes were rounded, and the master's operation was completely different from the human race in the memory of inheritance.

Opened his mouth and spat out a light body talisman, and jumped off the cliff after the demon energy was activated.

As the saying goes, Wangshan runs dead horse!

That's because the strength of the horse is not enough, Yang Xuan and the black dog tirelessly controlled the monster energy, climbed over several mountain peaks in half an hour, and came to the half of the mountain peak.

"Fortunately, they didn't disperse!"

Yang Xuan heard the commotion on the mountain, couldn't hold back his desire to join in the fun, and hurriedly climbed to the top of the mountain.

The black dog activated the communication talisman in his body, and followed with a few barks.

Peak platform.

In the center there is a huge arena made of bluestones, which occupies 50% of the area of ​​the top of the mountain.

On the arena, a red-eyed silver-backed ape was wrestling with a black bear who was two feet tall. The two sides competed with strength without any talent or supernatural power.

The ape is a strange species in the mountains, and the black bear is also unusual, with sharp dragon horns on its head.

Roar! Roar!

Two roars sounded almost at the same time, and the hair on the ape's body suddenly turned into blood, and the black bear, which had swelled several feet in size, was thrown directly off the ring.

Right now.

Yang Xuan came to the top of the mountain, and just as he landed, he saw a black shadow falling towards him.

"oops!"

Startled, Yang Xuan embraced the black shadow with both hands, and threw it down the mountain.

Only then did the black bear react, its demonic energy circulated, two feet long wings emerged from its back, and it flew back with a light flap.

The gigantic black bear, which is five to six feet tall, flies with its feet-long wings, which is really a bit ridiculous.

Only then did the demon clan watching on the top of the mountain come to their senses, and there were outsiders who came and looked at the host one after another.

On the east side of the arena, on the only row of stone chairs, sat more than twenty demon kings with animal heads and human bodies.

The monkey demon sitting in the middle, wearing a jade crown and Taoist robe, would be almost the same as a human if it weren't for the monkey hair on his face and hands, he praised.

"Poverty Dao Sun Dali, the little guy has great strength!"

"Yang Xuan, pay respects to Senior Sun."

Yang Xuan has an outgoing personality, and never knows what timidity and introversion are. He said with a smile: "The boy saw the wrestling in the arena from a distance, and couldn't help itching, so he rushed over to have a look."

Sun Dali asked suspiciously, "Aren't you afraid of the monster race?"

"Why are you afraid of the monster race?"

Yang Xuan wondered: "Everyone has one head, four arms and legs, can communicate with each other, knows etiquette, and is no different from me!"

Sun Dali had profound mana, he knew Yang Xuan was telling the truth, and praised him.

"What a heart of a child!"

Several demon kings seated on the left and right looked at Yang Xuan approvingly, while the rest of the big demons who hadn't transformed looked up to the sky and screamed excitedly.

"The boy is not right."

The demon king with a lion head and human body pointed to the demon king seated next to him, and said with a smile: "This guy has three heads, so he's not the same as a human being."

Yang Xuan followed the sound and saw that it was a yellow-skinned and black-striped tiger with three tiger heads on its neck.

The central tiger head said angrily: "Who is the old Huang Mao referring to?"

The tiger head on the left said narcissistically: "Of course it means me!"

The tiger head on the right was calm and calm, and glanced at the other two heads, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Ashamed to be with you!"

Yang Xuan only heard his father talk about the strangeness of the monster race, but it was the first time he saw it, so he said after thinking for a moment.

"Everyone with spiritual wisdom in the world, whether it is goblins, ghosts, flowers, trees, or tables, chairs and benches, is no different from others! The three heads of this senior all have spiritual wisdom, so there are three people."

"That makes sense!"

The three tigers nodded in agreement, and despised the other head.

"With such a mind, he must be a master of Taoism!"

Sun Dali clapped his hands in admiration, and asked: "You can't comprehend such words, but what the elders in the family said, can you visit and ask for advice?"

Yang Xuan nodded and said: "The ancestor from my father has been sitting for more than a hundred years."

"It's a pity, a pity."

Sun Dali sighed a few times, and said, "Did you come up the mountain to watch, or to wrestle on stage?"

"On stage, of course."

Yang Xuan scratched his head and said embarrassedly: "I don't know how much strength it takes. If you accidentally hurt your opponent, it can't be considered a foul."

ho ho ho ho...

A series of unconvinced beast roars rang out, there were bull monsters and tiger monsters, elephant monsters and lion monsters, all races known for their strength.

"Good ambition."

Sun Dali said the rules of the arena, only big monsters are allowed to participate, and magic powers are not allowed during the wrestling process.

The big demon is equivalent to the foundation-building realm of the human race. He already has complete spiritual wisdom, but he has not yet experienced the transformation and thunder calamity, so he cannot speak directly, but he can also cast spells through the demon energy to transmit sound.

"good."

Yang Xuan jumped onto the ring, cupped his hands and said, "Please enlighten me."

The silver-backed ape let out a long cry: "The little guy has good talent, but the innate gap between races is too big, and the poor man only needs 30% of his strength."

After finishing speaking, the ape arm stretched out and grabbed Yang Xuan's shoulder.

"Then I only use 30%."

Yang Xuan is five feet tall, more than two heads shorter than the ape, and the difference between the palm and the ape's claw is three or four times. From a distance, it looks like a little guy is waving to catch the giant's slap.

boom!

There was a sound of piercing through the air, and Yang Xuan and the ape pressed their arms together, and neither of them retreated.

Excited roars came from the audience, never seen such a strong human race, it was like a beast that had eaten the transformation grass.

"My boy, I'm going to do my best."

The silver-backed ape was afraid of hurting Yang Xuan, so he only used 30% of his strength to test it out. Seeing that the other party accepted it easily, he directly exerted his strength to the limit.

"bring it on."

Yang Xuan's eyes were dignified, and his arms felt the majestic force. He, who had never known what heaviness was, felt the pressure for the first time.

"Good boy."

The silver-backed ape let out an exclamation, its eyes turned crimson, and a berserk breath gushed out. The two ape arms swelled to the thickness of a bucket, and their strength increased by three or four times in an instant.

Yang Xuan tried his best, but he couldn't stop such a terrifying force, and quickly pushed the ape to the edge of the ring.

"Hey!"

With a deep cry, strange textures appeared on the smooth forehead, the muscles and bones creaked, and it quickly soared to more than two feet, the muscles were twisted, and the height surpassed the silver-backed ape.

The strength increased by more than ten times, and the silver-backed ape was thrown dozens of feet away with a wave.

Standing on the ring, Yang Xuan glanced at the group of monsters who were gearing up, his temper seemed to be much hotter than before, and he hooked his fingers.

"Who else?"