12.1 (Cultivation of Immortals)

Zhou Yunsheng and Osborn have been swimming in the star field for more than two hundred years. They encountered a black hole during a voyage. Once again, they were already in the star sea space. The violent energy formed a vortex and rushed towards him, almost filling his golden soul. He had a faint feeling that if he could obtain more energy, he would be able to completely break the shackles of the Lord God and rebuild his body.

This means that he can completely leave this virtual alien space and return to the real world. But what should a lover do?

At this moment, what Zhou Yun Sheng felt was not joy, but hesitation. He lingered in the void for a long time, and finally disappeared with a sigh. Either go together or stay together, even if staying means disappearing, that's all...

Severe pain ran through his whole body, especially the lower abdomen. Zhou Yun Sheng lowered his head and saw a small white and lustrous hand stuck in his abdomen, with five fingers forming claws, stirring his dantian into a mass of minced meat, and then raising his head, he was facing a pair of murderous auras. Overflowing phoenix eyes.

The person who poisoned him was a beautiful and innocent girl. She pulled out her hand neatly, threw her sleeves into the abyss, and washed the bloody body with a dust-removing tactic. She walked lightly and elegantly. leave.

Zhou Yun Sheng didn't have time to think about anything else, and immediately activated his soul power to try to lift his body, but found that there seemed to be an extremely powerful suction force at the bottom of the abyss, pulling him down.

With a loud bang, his body fell to the ground and shattered, causing Zhou Yun Sheng's soul to escape immediately. He was killed as soon as he arrived. This was the first time he had encountered this situation, and the method of death was too tragic.

Zhou Yun Sheng squatted beside the bloody corpse and sighed.

"007, find another suitable body." He pressed the switch button.

007 Zara Zara beeped twice, and the screen went out instantly.

Zhou Yun Sheng had an ominous premonition in his heart, and immediately opened the casing of 007 to check the inside, but he couldn't find any problems. He tried to get out of the abyss, going around always returning to the place, and the soul was fading at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if something was drawing his soul's power.

The ominous premonition was getting stronger and stronger. Zhou Yunsheng looked around and finally found some clues. The stones and trees at the bottom of the abyss did not grow naturally, but implied some kind of mysterious law. Zhou Yunsheng, who had experienced the world of immortality, quickly recognized it. This is a Soul Destruction Formation, and its eye is a stone pillar. Judging from the spiritual energy flowing from the stone pillar, the person who set up the formation is the ancestor of the tribulation period.

In other words, if you want to break the formation, unless you cultivate to a high transition period, that is, the Mahayana period.

If you can't go out even when you walk, where can you go to find the help of the great experts in the Mahayana period? And is the great power of the Mahayana period so easy to find? There are probably only a handful of people in each Great Thousand World.

Zhou Yun Sheng wanted to make a foul language right now. He walked around the stone pillar twice, but he didn't know what mechanism he stepped on. The stone pillar flashed a bright light, wrapped him tightly, and dragged him into the pillar.

The golden light of the soul was quickly absorbed by the tentacle-like aura, and Zhou Yun Sheng experienced a feeling of weakness for the first time when he was in the state of his soul. He knew that if he could not break free from the shackles of aura, he would disappear completely.

This is definitely a world of immortal cultivation, the level is at least S rank, and the main god must have found himself, otherwise he would not have set this death trap right away. Zhou Yun Sheng fought his fate to turn his soul power, and finally broke free one second before being dragged into the pillar.

He quickly retreated from the reach of the aura and fell to the ground. The golden soul has turned silver-white, and the light is weak. A soul thread protrudes from the soul body and slowly wraps around the stone pillar, becoming a part of the stone pillar.

As long as he is in the formation, the stone pillars will drain him like a lake, and there is no way to avoid it.

Zhou Yun Sheng gritted his teeth and secretly made a decision. He threw himself into the broken corpse without hesitation, used the last bit of soul power to repair the heart and limbs, and finally brought the corpse back from the dead at the last moment when the soul power was exhausted.

The shining stone pillar slowly dimmed, and the mysterious French engraved on it disappeared, turning into an ordinary rock covered with moss.

Zhou Yun Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, and after reading the memory in this person's mind, he uttered a foul language again.

Not only did this man smash his dantian, his spiritual roots were damaged, but his body was also stabbed into five sets of seven-star bone erosion nails. Not to mention cultivation, he couldn't even move a finger. But the soul power has been exhausted to the limit, and if this dilapidated body can no longer be restored to half a point, it can only be left to fate.

Zhou Yun Sheng, who had pinned his hopes on leaving the circle with his body, fell into despair. The main god is really the main god, if you don’t make a move, it’s already a thunderbolt. As a paralyzed mortal, if you stay for seven days without eating or drinking, you will die. Between heaven and earth.

Zhou Yun Sheng stared at the gloomy sky, really wanting to compare his middle finger.

Time passed very slowly, every minute and every second was extremely unbearable, the intense pain was like a flame burning in the body, the acupoints that were driven into the Seven Stars Bone Erosion Nails flowed out thick yellow blood, and also gave off a rancid smell. To disperse the pain, had to sort out the memory of the original owner.

This is the Haotian world of the three thousand worlds. This person is an outer disciple of the Wuji Xianzong, the largest sect in the Haotian world. His name is Fang Xinghai. He has just turned 16 this year, and his qualifications are extremely poor. But his character is extremely arrogant and domineering, and he can be regarded as a tyrant in the outer door.

The person who killed him was named Mo Yu, the beloved daughter of the Wuji Xianzong Sect Master Chi Xiaozhen, and a genius disciple of the inner sect. At the age of eighteen, he was already at the late stage of foundation building.

It stands to reason that a waste wood from the outer door can't let the suzerain's daughter do it himself, and also used five sets of seven-star bone erosion nails to destroy his root bones, and before this, the two have never even seen each other. hatred.

However, Fang Xinghai himself is incapable, but he has a very good brother. His elder brother's name is Fang Wenguang. He is a genius of cultivation that is rare in a hundred years. He has established a foundation at the age of fourteen, and he has established an elixir at the age of twenty-three. Because the two brothers lost their parents when they were young and depended on each other for life, the relationship was particularly deep. Fang Wenguang protects his younger brother everywhere, but whenever his younger brother is run on by someone, he will help his younger brother out in secret, and over time he has developed his younger brother into a little overlord.

If Fang Wenguang could successfully conceive a baby and establish himself on the mountain, Fang Xinghai would be able to worship him and continue to live an arrogant and domineering life, but things suddenly changed.

Fang Wenguang felt that he was about to have a baby, and this retreat might take several years or even decades. Worried that his younger brother would be bullied, he suppressed his cultivation and entered the secret realm of Baicao to find a herbal remedy for his younger brother to purify his spiritual roots. The Hundred Herbs Mystery Realm is open every 50 years, and only cultivators who have established a foundation can enter. Although Fang Wenguang has suppressed the cultivation, it should be easy to deal with a group of fledgling boys.

Who knew that once he left, he would never come back, and the jade tablet of life placed in the sect was also shattered into powder. There is no doubt that he is dead, and even his bones are not found.

Although Fang Xinghai was ignorant, his feelings for his brother were extremely deep. He cried and begged the sect master to find his whereabouts. He had to find out the cause of his death.

He kept pestering the inner disciples who went to the secret realm with him, attracting a lot of disgust, and the outer disciples who had been bullied by him also took revenge on him. Without his brother's protection, Fang Xinghai's life was not as good as a pig and a dog, but he didn't care at all, and only focused on exploring the cause of his brother's death.

Today, Mo Yu suddenly asked him to come here with a communication talisman, saying that he wanted to tell him Fang Wenguang's whereabouts. He came in a hurry, and without saying a word, he was beaten with five sets of bone-corrosion nails by Mo Yu, and also smashed his dantian, destroyed his spiritual root, and pushed him into the abyss.

Even if Mo Yu is related to Fang Wenguang's disappearance, she is a dignified inner disciple and a genius in cultivation, so there is absolutely no need to kill Fang Xinghai herself. People are killed unconsciously. Looking at her extremely ruthless methods, I am afraid that she still has a personal feud with Fang Xinghai.

Zhou Yun Sheng repeatedly checked the memory in his brain, but couldn't find the intersection between Fang Xinghai and Mo Yu. A sect's waste wood, a suzerain's beloved daughter, no matter how you look at it, it is the difference between heaven and earth.

If 007 can be used, the cause and effect of things, the destiny of the world, and the future development trajectory can be seen at a glance. However, the current Zhou Yun Sheng is just a blind man with his eyes open, and whether he can save his life remains to be seen, how can he avenge the Fang brothers?

A drizzle fell from the gloomy sky, and he quickly opened his dry and chapped lips to catch the rain. There were a few clumps of green weeds growing on both sides of his cheeks, and he could take a bite just by tilting his head. Relying on these two things, at least he can live for eight or nine days, no matter how long it takes, Zhou Yun Sheng himself is not sure.

He remembered Qiu Qianchi in Jin Yong's writings, who was also paralyzed and unable to walk. He survived on wild jujubes that were well-ripened and dropped, and he developed the magic skill of spitting out jujube pits. He is also lucky, there is a jujube tree growing on his head, unlike himself, there is nothing but a cloud above his head.

Zhou Yun Sheng pursed his lips and smiled bitterly.

At the same time, an earth-shattering event occurred in the Promise Immortal Sect. The so-called earth-shattering is not an exaggerated rhetorical device, but a fact.

The originally blue sky was suddenly covered with overcast clouds, and countless thick purple lightning flashed in the dark clouds, making a deafening roar, and the pressure from the heavens descended like mountains and seas, making these people who are fighting for their lives with the heavens to cultivate their true self. The person also felt the fear of dying.

"Someone is about to cross the robbery! With such a huge momentum, who is the expert?"

"The clouds have gone to the Fen Ji Peak of Dingguang Zhenren! Could it be Dingguang Zhenren?!"

"Fen Jifeng is only home to Dingguang Zhenren, who else could it be?"

The disciples stood in the open space and watched with disbelief expressions on their faces. Even the Master Chixiao, who was standing on Lingyun Pavilion, couldn't help but look suspicious.

The Wuji Immortal Sect enshrines twelve Supreme Elders, among them Dingguang Zhenren is the youngest. He is only over 400 years old when he is fully counted this year, but he is already in the tribulation period. Others said that Fang Wenguang was an extraordinary genius, but the older generation of cultivators knew that Dingguang Zhenren's talent far surpassed those so-called geniuses.

However, for some reason, he insisted on cultivating the Heaven-shattering Sword Dao, so much so that he wandered for more than two hundred years without seeing an inch.

The swordsmanship of breaking the sky is the way to reverse the universe and destroy the heavens. Cultivation to the extreme can destroy the heavens and the myriad things. Only oneself is immortal and immortal.

In this way, it would be strange if the Tao of Heaven could tolerate him. Every time he crosses the calamity, he can attract nine or nine calamities, even the foundation period. Until now, Master Chixiao could not forget the scene of a twelve-year-old child stepping out of the scorched earth step by step after enduring a full eighty-one thunderstorms.

His eyes can accommodate all things, but in an instant, all things disappear into nothingness, but a child in the foundation-building stage has already realized the realm of 'emptiness' that turns reality into nothingness.

After so many years, he could not tolerate anyone in his eyes, including the suzerain, but also the other eleven elders, and his behavior was tyrannical. However, he used the cultivation level of the Nascent Soul period to smash the power of the three fusion period, and when he cultivated to the transcendence period, he was already a rare opponent, and many ancestors of the Mahayana period did not dare to plunder his edge.

The reason why Wuji Xianzong can be ranked the first among the Eight Immortal Sects is due to the deterrence of Dingguang Zhenren. Now, this real person is going to break through the Mahayana period, can he withstand the ninety-nine calamities?

The real person of Chi Xiao was worried, but he didn't dare to go to Fen Ji Peak to watch.

While thinking about it, the coercion of the Heavenly Dao formed a large cloud of tribulation as black as splashing ink. The purple thunder robbery collided with each other between the clouds, making a terrifying loud noise. The disciples with shallow foundations suddenly bleed from their seven orifices, and fell to the ground.

"All the disciples below the Nascent Soul stage will go back to the inner room, and they will not come out until after the robbery!" The head of the Criminal Law Hall led his subordinates to drive out the disciples standing in the open space, and set up a defensive circle around their room.

Ninety-nine tribulations are capable of splitting even nine tribulations scattered immortals, but not just anyone can watch.

As soon as he drove away the shallow disciple, the first thunderstorm fell on Fen Ji Peak. The dazzling purple lightning was thicker than the mountain peak, engulfing everything in an instant.

In just a blink of an eye, the most majestic peak of Wuji Xianzong was razed to the ground, and a tall and straight figure stood in the middle, lightly flicking his sleeves, and greeted the second lightning with light clouds and wind. He didn't use a magic weapon or swallow a pill, but only swung his sword towards the sky when the last thunder calamity came.

Real Man Chi Xiao couldn't help but widen his eyes, showing a terrified expression.

The pure black sword intent turned into a roaring dragon, flying towards the purple tribulation thunder, smashing the tribulation thunder and breaking the tribulation clouds in the loud noise of shaking the mountain, revealing the blue sky above. The spiritual energy in a radius of ten thousand miles was emptied, forming a violent vortex swarming towards the man's body.

The real person Chi Xiao spread out his palm, and he could even catch a few crystal auras that had already turned into entities. But they quickly escaped from his palm, swept into the center of the vortex.

The Gangfeng formed by the surging spiritual energy can cut the flesh and bones of the monks in the Nascent Soul period into pieces. If the suzerain hadn't activated the defensive formation in time, today's Promise Immortal Sect would probably suffer heavy casualties.

After nine days and nine nights, the vortex finally disappeared, and a figure slowly walked out of the dark scorched earth. The Master Chixiao, who had been waiting for a long time, hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "The younger generation has seen the Supreme Elder." This person is clearly younger than him, but because of his cultivation, he has become the highest existence of the Promise Immortal Sect.

If his master was still alive, now he would have to respectfully call out Elder Taishang. The masters of the Mahayana period can be counted with one hand in the vast world, and those scattered immortals have been hidden for many years, and only make a move every thousand years.

But even the Nine Tribulations Loose Immortal would not dare to fight against this person easily. Not everyone can withstand the Nine Tribulations for seven times.

Dingguang Zhenren didn't even look at him, waved his sleeves and restored Fen Jifeng to its original state, and disappeared in place in a flash.

Only then did Master Chixiao breathe a sigh of relief. The coercion of the elder Taishang was so terrifying that he almost gave up his primordial spirit to resist. Fortunately, the elder does not like to talk. If he asks a few questions, he will definitely make a fool of himself in front of others.

Turning around and walking towards the disciples who were waiting in the distance, Master Chixiao once again returned to his pale immortal demeanor.

"Father, is that the Supreme Elder? He is completely different from what I imagined." Mo Yu pulled his father's sleeve with flushed cheeks.

It turns out that the Supreme Elder of the Promise Immortal Sect is so young and handsome, especially those indifferent and deep eyes, which can make people forget to breathe with just a glance.

"Don't talk about the elders in private, go back to practice quickly." The real person Chi Xiao gave his daughter a warning look, and then looked back at the fog-shrouded Fen Jing Peak with a little awe.

Inside the Potian Palace, Zong Yi, also known as Dingguang Zhenren, is currently playing with the life-and-death divination plate. He kept using his fingertips to stir the life-and-death line on Bu Yuan's plate, but he couldn't find any trace of that person.

Before crossing the calamity, he had a faint feeling that the person he was waiting for finally appeared, and he was so ecstatic that he forgot to suppress his cultivation, and only then did he break through the Mahayana period. In another hundred years, or even decades, he will soar to the upper realm. What if he can't find that person?

This conjecture made him unable to control his emotions and almost cut off the line of life and death.

Three thousand small worlds, three thousand medium worlds, and three thousand great worlds, he searched the past one by one, but found nothing. As a monk in the Mahayana period, he trusts his intuition more, that person must be here.

He set the line of life and death back to his original position and searched again. The result was the same as before. Not to mention his identity and name, he couldn't even deduce his position, as if something had completely wiped out his trace.

Heaven? He suddenly sneered, discarded the Bu Yuan Pan, and stood in the courtyard waiting for dark. A few hours later, the dark sky was covered with stars. He waved his sleeves and cast a projection of the starry sky in front of his eyes, and moved the position of the stars with his fingertips to deduce the person's location.

Zhou Yun Sheng survived for ten days at the bottom of the abyss. Fortunately, there was plenty of rain and lush green grass, so he did not starve to death. The grass on both sides of his head has been gnawed, and he is afraid that he will not be able to support the next ten days.

He was hungry and cold, and his whole body was in severe pain. Every second of his life was a torture for him. But he still didn't want to die, he wanted to go out alive and tear the enemies of the Fang brothers, as well as the Lord God, to shreds with his bare hands.

The howls of wild beasts could be heard from the depths of the jungle. Because of the formation, they couldn't find their way in, which made Zhou Yun Sheng feel a lot more at ease.

If anyone rescues me at this time, I will make a promise to whoever, regardless of whether he is my lover or not. He thought vaguely.

Then miraculously, a tall figure appeared in the formation. He was wearing a black Taoist robe, and his long black hair was tied behind his head with a thin bamboo, revealing an angular face. A pair of narrow and indifferent phoenix eyes. Those eyes finally swayed when they saw the scarred teenager.

He took two quick steps, stretched out his hand and carefully embraced the young man in his arms, caressed his temples gently, and sighed expressionlessly, "Finally found you."

Zhou Yun Sheng never thought that someone would really come to save him, and it sounded like he had been looking for him for a long time. He was sure that Fang Xinghai did not know this person. Judging from the breath, the other party is at least an almighty above the spirit transformation stage.

His eyes lit up slightly, thinking of a possibility, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Are you looking for me? Do you know me?"

"I didn't know each other before, but you will be my apprentice Zong Yi from now on." The man took out an elixir and fed it into the boy's mouth, stroking his dry lips with his fingertips, his eyes darkened.

"I don't know why you came to save me? Why did you accept me as your apprentice? My aptitude is extremely poor, and I am a waste of four spiritual roots."

"I only know that you are the person I am looking for. No matter what your aptitude is, it will be no problem for me, Zong Yi. I will give you whatever you want." Seeing the ruddy face of the young man due to taking the medicine pill, the man's dark eyes showed a touch of softness.

"Then can you kiss me?" Because the bone-corrosion nails had not been pulled out, although Zhou Yun Sheng's internal injuries had healed, he was still unable to move, and could only pray to the man with wet eyes.

The man obviously didn't expect him to make such a request, and couldn't help but be stunned. He has lived for more than 400 years, not to mention kissing, he has never touched anyone else.

The young boy's bright eyes dimmed, and he said disappointedly, "Can't you?"

The thought of never letting him down took over all the man's mind, he bowed his head, his thin lips pressed against the boy's pale lips. The young man suddenly stuck out the tip of his tongue and probed into the gap between his teeth, and a scent of grass and a touch of astringency spread over, causing the man's heart to tremble.

He couldn't find any resistance at all, and even licked the boy's gums with the tip of his tongue, and in a trance he tasted a hint of sweetness from the bitterness. This feeling is mysterious and wonderful, making him reluctant to part with the boy, but kissing and kissing, the astringency of the grass is replaced by the faint salty smell, which is the tears dripping from the boy.

He quickly let go of the boy and carefully observed his expression.

Tears poured out of his eyes, and he couldn't stop it. Zhou Yunsheng in a rational state had never cried, this was the first time. No one who struggled in despair for ten days and ten nights, and finally waited for the person they loved the most, could not suppress the great sadness and joy. He knew that his lover would never abandon him, no matter what he looked like or where he fell, he would always find him in time.

"You're finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time! I also said that if anyone can save me, no matter if he is you or not, I'll do it for you. Fortunately, you're here, otherwise I wouldn't be with you this time. Let's be together." Zhou Yun Sheng complained incoherently, he was so tired, he couldn't help showing his most vulnerable side.

"Don't go with others, you are mine." The man's face was gloomy for a moment, but the movement of picking up the boy became more gentle. He wrapped the young man in a large Taoist robe, vacated the place and smashed the stone pillars into powder with a wave of his sleeves.