Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 586 Falling
"This Prince Kuan has never been a law-abiding person since his mother was born. He will be a trouble-making bastard when he grows up!"

Lu Ye was so angry that his teeth were itching!
I just want to go home quietly, say goodbye to my fellow Taoists and my sworn brothers, and leave in a dignified manner, trying not to disturb others.

As a Yuanying cultivator, do you really think you can hold it on your face with only your head left?

You can be without a body, but you cannot be without a face!

If Lu Ye hadn't met the little devil Wang Zikuan, he would have planned to quietly enter the tower through the sea passage behind the tower.

Anyway, the island’s defensive formation can’t defend against him, the real island owner.

it's good now.

Lu Ye’s secret plan was ruined by this brat Wang Zikuan!
No.

He couldn't let more people see him like this, otherwise the reputation of the island master would be ruined.

Lu Ye hurriedly opened his mouth and exhaled, turning the air into clouds, creating layers of cloud barriers that surrounded him.

At this moment, bells and drums were ringing, horns were blasting, and protective magic array light curtains were lighting up one after another, from outside the island to the mortal town, from the mortal town to the foot of the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain to the two tall towers on the top of Zhongxiang Peak.

In addition, countless monks rose into the air, most of them wearing the standard Taoist robes of Zhongxiang Island, and they were the disciples of the island.

Lu Ye knew.

Zhongxiang Island had been plundered by monks from various islands led by Purple Thunder Madman, so the security was very strict and it seemed that they had never let their guard down over the years. Once something unexpected happened, the security would start to operate quickly like a precise machine.

Not only that.

On Zhongxiang Peak, several auras burst out and woke up one after another.

First, a beam of Bagua light shot up into the sky, and then a giant turtle several dozen feet in size, with a tortoise shell shield magic weapon on its head and a faint shadow scimitar under its feet, rose into the air and occupied the top of the peak.

Several more figures flew up and landed on the turtle's back one after another.

Several of them have reached the Jindan level of cultivation. There is a female cultivator holding a sword, an ugly man with an iron tower, an archer with long arms, a half-rat man, and a blue-robed cultivator.

These Jindan cultivators each held a formation flag and guarded five directions, occupying a corner of the five-attribute magic formation respectively, ready to fight.

The giant turtle carried the five people on its back and paddled its short limbs, swimming in the air at an extremely fast speed. In just a dozen breaths, it flew from Zhongxiang Peak to outside the island magic circle.

They looked out through the light shield.

Sure enough, there was a cultivator standing in the air outside the island's defense formation. He was surrounded by a circle of white clouds, layer upon layer, surrounding him. Only the shadow of his head was revealed. The clouds were filled with magic power, blocking the spiritual consciousness.

This cultivator exudes a strong Nascent Soul cultivator aura. It seems that he has bad intentions and is very strange.

Especially according to what Wang Zikuan said, he dared to block the door with just his head, so he must not be a good person.

Wang Zikuan jumped onto the turtle's back, turned around and said hello.

"Auntie."

"Third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle!"

"father!"

"Senior Brother Lan!"

It turned out that the people who came down from the high tower on Zhongxiang Peak were Pan Furong, Zhang Cunyi, Shu Chitu, Gui Baozhu, Wang Hu, and Lan Wutong.

Gui Baozhu is a Nascent Soul cultivator, and the others are all at the Golden Core stage. They are the island’s entire high-end combat force, the stabilizing force.

Wang Hu glared at Wang Zikuan.

"You bastard, tell the truth. Where did you get this devil from?"

Wang Zikuan cried out that he had suffered an injustice.

"Dad, I didn't provoke anyone!"

"I just went out of the island to do some work today, and I ran into this demon Taoist priest. He even called me his nephew."

"I know that the demons have some evil magic. If they call you and you respond, then there will be karma, and you will be under a spell."

"So I ran back without saying a word and hurried to warn the police."

"Dad, it's really not me who caused the trouble this time!"

The others all praised Wang Zikuan for his alertness, especially Pan Furong who praised him a few words.

Wang Hu snorted coldly.

"Hmph, little brat, don't think I don't know why you left the island..."

"You have taken a fancy to the daughter of the Qi family, right?"

Prince Kuan's face turned red, and Gui Baozhu shouted at him to get down to business first.

His huge body ascended into the sky, and the magical energy of his Nascent Soul was released without hesitation, while the Five Golden Pills waved the formation flags, adding to his might.

"Bah!"

"Where did this stupid thief come from to spy on my Zhongxiang Island?"

"Why don't you ask around?"

"The Great Island Master is fighting against the demons in the front and destroying the passage. He has made great contributions to the human world and has friends all over the world!"

"Although the island master is not here, with me as the second island master here, Zhongxiang Island is as solid as a copper wall and an iron wall!"

"Get out of here now, or I'll kill you if you're too late!"

Gui Baozhu started to speak rudely, yelling and cursing. Then the others also started to speak, especially Wang Zikuan, who cursed very vigorously.

Lu Ye outside the defensive formation: “…”

Should I praise them for their vigilance and for praising me so highly as the master of the island?
Or should we say that they are stupid?

We can't let them make any more trouble.

Lu Ye's eyes rolled, and puffs of smoke came out. Then he saw a chest, legs, arms and hands growing from under his neck, and even a layer of wave-like Taoist robe covering the outside.

The sea breeze blew past, making his body a little unstable. Lu Ye even exhaled several puffs of magic smoke to steady himself.

He used illusion to "repair" a body for himself. If a Jindan cultivator looked closely, he would be able to see the flaws, but if he watched from a distance, he could hide it for a while.

Although he did not specialize in the art of illusion, he had dabbled in it, so it was not a problem for him to deceive low-level cultivators.

After repairing his body, Lu Ye removed the protective smoke and clouds around him and ran directly towards the defensive formation with a low shout.

"Zi Kuan was wrong. I'm back!"

He moved and passed through the defensive formation without any hindrance. This formation was designed by him, so of course it could not stop him and it recorded his magical power.

"Big brother?"

"Husband?"

"master……"

Gui Baozhu, Pan Furong, Zhang Cunyi, Lan Wu and others were overjoyed when they saw the newcomer pass through the magic circle effortlessly, revealing his face, and his magical aura matched theirs.

Snapped!
Wang Hu did not forget to give Wang Zikuan a slap on the head.

"Little bastard, I told you long ago that the girl from the Qi family is not suitable for you. She is too tolerant and not a good match for you. But you insist that you have a good eye, and you are absolutely right."

"Look, even your uncle has admitted the mistake, and you still dare to say that your eyesight is good?"

Wang Zikuan looked aggrieved. He wanted to retort, but then he thought of something and lowered his voice stealthily.

"Dad... Uncle really didn't have a body just now..."

"Do you think it's possible that this person isn't my uncle?"

Snapped!
Wang Zikuan was hit on the head again.

Wang Hu cursed, "We are friends from the same pot, how could I recognize the wrong person?"

Wang Zikuan was not convinced and said, "My mother has told me that story so many times. When you were refugees, you didn't even have a pot..."

Lu Ye didn't bother to pay attention to this funny father and son pair. He nodded and greeted everyone.

At this time, many disciples saluted. Lu Ye nodded in return, then waved his robe, and a beam of light covered everyone, and he fled towards Zhongxiang Peak.

Climbed up the high tower of Zhongxiang Peak.

Everyone's joyful faces changed, and they all became nervous and serious.

Except for Wang Zikuan who was confused about the situation, several people rushed forward.

Pan Furong had tears in her eyes. Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, and Gui Baozhu called him "big brother". Lan Wutong was so frightened that he could not stand.

Lu Ye sighed, and as his breath escaped, his chest, abdomen, legs, feet, arms, etc. all disappeared and turned into clouds, leaving only his head floating.

Especially without his magical power to cover it, the shadow of the sundial above his head became more and more obvious.

The projection of the sundial needle was steadily approaching the starting point. Perhaps because it was near the end, the sundial mark became brighter and brighter.

Now, anyone who sees it can tell that Lu Ye is not in good condition.

Just now at the foot of the mountain, his little magic was good enough to deceive those at the foundation-building level, but it was impossible to deceive cultivators above the golden elixir level at close range. The few people and Lu Ye were in tune with each other, and they did not want to cause panic on the island, so they cooperated to perform a play outside.

Only then did Wang Zikuan confirm that he was not mistaken at the beginning.

It seems that the island master has either become a demon or been possessed by a demon.

He felt grief in his heart and touched his forehead... His father was really willing to kill him, and a walnut-sized bump popped out.

I just feel that my brains are wronged...

Everyone rushed forward and asked Lu Ye what had happened.

Lu Ye laughed. When the time came, he was very free and easy.

He briefly recounted the story of what happened after he was summoned to leave the Southern Territory, and finally said.

"The sundial light and shadow above my head is a mark left by a powerful spiritual treasure of the Winged Demon Clan."

"As soon as the sundial projection reaches zero, they will be immediately expelled from the world and their fate is unknown."

"A few days ago, I was in seclusion in the Jinding Sect. All the major leaders of the East China Sea looked at me together, but they didn't have any good solutions."

Everyone was sad, Pan Furong burst into tears, several brothers looked worried, and Wang Zikuan held his breath and pretended to be invisible.

The four leaders of the Five Super Sects of the East China Sea have almost all reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul Stage, and are the people standing at the top of the pyramid of human cultivators in the human world.

If they can't figure out a way to remove the mark together, then they're really out of options.

“Don’t cry…” Lu Ye waved his “invisible” hand.

"It is common for us cultivators to collapse in the middle of our quest for immortality."

"I can die in a battle with the demons... I may not even die, so it's no big deal."

"You can understand that if I disappear from this world for a few years, I may have a chance to return."

"I have a few things to tell you."

Lu Ye cut the Gordian knot and gave the order.

He told several people the locations of his several private vaults. This would be the capital for Zhongxiang Island to make a comeback if it encountered any unexpected events in the future.

In addition, he put all the windfall he received during this trip into the public treasury of Zhongxiang Island, including the gift from Princess Longfu...except for the pile of scrap copper and iron from the Dragon Palace, which he took with him.

Among them there were several suitable magic weapons, which were distributed to everyone on the spot.

Even Wang Zikuan, who was in the foundation-building stage, received a golden elixir spiritual weapon.

After he left, all matters on Zhongxiang Island were decided by the seven people, including King Pan, Zhang Shugui Lan, and the experienced Elder Tie.

Zhongxiang Island is our foundation and our home, so of course we have to defend it if we can, but the Two-Winged Demons are rampant and now they have occupied the last passage, allowing the leader of Huashen to enter.

It is foreseeable that in the future, the East China Sea will turn into a sea of ​​blood, with the two races of demons fighting each other. Although the East China Sea is huge, it may be difficult to find a pure land.

Therefore, when it is time to give up, Nakagoshima should give up, and don't be reluctant.

Lu Ye said that he had made some small contributions this time and had become familiar to several major leaders. He only asked to go to their homes and he should be able to get protection.

Of course, among them, the Jinding Sect is the most suitable... Lu Ye thought for a moment and did not mention the Wangshe Palace.

"Okay, everyone..." Lu Ye waved his hand, "I don't have much time."

"Leave it to Furong..."

Wang Hu cried out "Brother" and was dragged away by Zhang Cunyi and Shu Chitu. He returned to his human form after returning to the pillar, sighing and shrinking his neck as they followed him out.

Lu Ye's head was the only one left floating in the air. He met Pan Furong's eyes. He blinked at the woman and smiled.

"One Zhang Qing..."

"Would you like to hear a new story?"

"Nanyang's black magic vs. Liangshan's 108 heroes..."

Pan Furong: “…”

The two walked into the cave.

The next morning, on the stone bed in the cave.

Pan Furong woke up slowly, only to find that there was no one beside her. She felt a little dizzy, thinking back to the good man yesterday who had made such a fuss that his mouth had melted away and told some indecent stories...

Just as I was listening and feeling sleepy, a flash of magic light appeared. My husband must have used magic to make me fall asleep...

From then on, they were separated by heaven and earth, and she didn't know if there would be a chance to meet again in this life. When she thought of this, Pan Furong was overwhelmed with grief and could no longer hold back, and two lines of tears flowed down.

She cried for a while before she suppressed her grief. She packed up her things, opened the cave door and walked out.

But outside the cave, Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, and Gui Baozhu stood on one side, and Lan Wutong, Zhang Biao, Wang Zikuan, and Fan Buju stood on the other side.

In the middle is Sister Hong supporting Elder Tie Gong.

"Sister-in-law, where is my elder brother?"

Wang Hu was the most anxious.

Pan Furong shook her head sadly, and the tears that had been held back were about to flow out again. Sister Hong hurried over to hold her back.

Wang Hu, Zhang Cunyi, Shu Chitu, Gui Baozhu and others rushed into the cave, but found it empty. Where was Lu Ye?
Everyone cried.

The eldest brother said it easily, saying that he was exiled from the world, but that was just a guess. The more likely possibility is that he died directly.

Everyone was in so much pain that they couldn't help crying.

Finally, it was Elder Tie Gong who made the suggestion, and everyone stopped crying. After some discussion, they decided to keep the secret for the time being and just tell outsiders that the island master had been injured on the front line and had been in seclusion ever since.

Everyone has a thought - maybe, maybe one day, Lu Ye will really walk out of the void, and will everyone be able to meet and get together again?

-

In the void.

A vast river with no beginning or end, its waves rolling forward.

at this time.

There was a flash of light, and a winged humanoid appeared. As soon as he appeared on the water, his feet emitted a faint yellow light when they touched the water, and then turned into ashes in an instant.

The man screamed miserably, and quickly used all his magic power to prop up a curtain of light.

However, it was found that his magical power was enormous and comprehensive, and his spiritual awareness was powerful and far-reaching, which showed that he had reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.

This great monk had no manners at this moment, and was terribly afraid of the small waves on the river. He hurriedly slapped the animal leather bag on his waist, and more than a dozen strange magic weapons such as umbrellas, cymbals, drums, shields, etc. flew out of the bag to protect himself.

just.

There was a strong breath of time and space magic rules on the surface of the river. A few waves splashed up, corroding the magic weapon he had carefully nurtured into pits and piercing through the magic weapon defense circle he had painstakingly constructed.

stab.

Like snow melting in a furnace.

The magic weapon was digested, the magic power disappeared, and his body, which had been tempered for thousands of years, became soft like mud and melted into the water piece by piece!

He roared in pain, struggling unwillingly. Looking around a hundred feet ahead and behind him, he saw a few other unlucky guys who had the same experience as him.

Among them, there was even a powerful alien in the Spirit Transformation Realm who could not accept his anger and melted into the water, and was completely dissolved.

Moreover, the river was not deep, and there were faint traces of white bones on the muddy bed at the bottom of the river. How powerful must the owner of these bones have been in his lifetime to be able to maintain their shape under the corrosion of the river water? He died here as well.

The monk felt chilled at the thought, and felt even more desperate.

What was even more painful was that the river was swallowing his body inch by inch all the time.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rolling waves, and like the sound of oars being waved, pushing the water aside and drifting with the waves.

I saw a small boat passing by in front of me. It was no wider than my hip and no longer than half a leg. It had a mast half a person's height and a small boat anchor hanging on it.

This boat was the smallest and shabbyest one he had ever seen in his life.

A monk in a green robe was sitting crampedly on it. He had a plain and sad look on his face, and his eyes were dull as he looked lost.

There was an ugly insect lying on his head, its figure appearing and disappearing in the turbulent river water...

The monk struggling in the river was inspired... Kill people! Seize the boat! Then I can live.

He tried his best to use his last bit of magic power, bang!
The body shattered and disintegrated, and the Nascent Soul body turned into a green light and rushed towards the boat, trying to take over the body!
Seven steps... five steps... three steps...

puff!

The green-robed monk on the boat, who seemed to be distracted, had his hand trembled, and a bloodstained and rusty iron rod appeared and pierced his head.

The green-robed monk's hands trembled and he muttered something.

"The nineteenth..."

(End of this chapter)