Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

Chapter 639: Entering the Middle Ages

If you become a huge rock or reef and the river cannot wash you away, how can you return to the world?

If you were not a huge rock or reef, what would be the difficulty in floating downstream and returning to the present world?

Even a reef cannot change the course of a river. A small stone like you can only do what you can to create a few more waves within your influence range and change the fate of a hundred people. Do you dare to claim that you can influence the rise and fall of a race?

I originally thought you were destined to be together, but I didn't expect you to be such a delusional person.

The Manifested Holy Saint was laughing and cheerful at the beginning, but his expression gradually became impatient and harsh as he spoke later.

When he said the word "fool", he was suddenly stunned and burst into tears.

"I said you are a fool, so why am I not a fool?"

"My beloved wife has passed away for thousands of years, but I can't let her go. I wander through the long river of time and space every now and then, trying to capture her mark and spirit, and refine it into a puppet to dance for me!"

"After all, it's just like the moon in the water and the flower in the mirror, it's not real!"

"As a result, he has not made any progress in his cultivation for a thousand years, and has not been able to reach the stage of transcending tribulation."

"Speaking of fools, I am the biggest fool!"

The Most Holy Manifestation burst into tears, and all the puppets around him collapsed, including his dancer wife, who was shattered into pieces. A beautiful figure floated out, looked at the Most Holy Manifestation with love, then returned to the river and turned into foam.

His cries shook the crowd, and the dozen or so unlucky souls on the vertical pole were shaken into powder. The ship lost all its splendor, revealing its true form, which was nothing more than a rough log.

The Holy Manifestation cried so loudly that it shook the earth, especially its three eyes, which all shed tears together, and the bulging eye in the middle cried especially sadly.

Tears flowed from the other two eyes like waterfalls, but the middle eye was bleeding, staining the vertical eye with blood, which was very scary.

Lu Ye shouted from the side, "Oh no!", "This madman may cry, but he won't get hurt, right?"
After all, I had aroused his sad thoughts.

He was frightened.

There was a flash of golden light before his eyes, and the manifested Holy Saint threw him far into the river and sailed away alone.

There was a sound coming from far away.

"My friend, I am in a bad mood. Our relationship ends here, so I won't say any more."

"Whether you can get out of the river alive depends on yourself."

"Have you ever seen a stone helping another stone to survive in a river?"

"If we meet again, I will tell you the secrets of the long river of time and space..."

Obviously he had regained his composure, but he also said that he did not think Lu Ye could stay in the river for too long.

The moment Lu Ye fell into the water, he activated the Demon-Suppressing Vajra Body and the Immortal Spiritual Sutra, and a small boat evolved from the river and floated up, he was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat!
"This bastard Saint..."

He cursed under his breath as he watched the boat drift downstream and disappear in the blink of an eye.

It seems that this saint treats me as a dead man, so giving me a glass of wine is the reward for watching the dead man's dance?
Lu Ye felt unlucky in his heart and hurriedly used the Dinghai Shenzhen to steer the boat upstream again.

The Immortal Spirit sensed that the three light balls in the distance seemed to be still there and not far away, so Lu Ye breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed that I had just been wandering on the Holy Boat of Manifestation for a long time, and perhaps I had not walked very far in this river.

Then didn’t you mention the manifestation of the Most Holy One?
With his level of cultivation, he is like a millstone at the bottom of the river, which cannot be easily washed away by the river water.

Since it is a big rock, a small pebble like me placed on the big rock should not move relative to the river water, right?
Lu Ye no longer worried about his life and began to ponder the manifestation of the Holy Words.

Although this guy is not a human but an alien, his Mahayana cultivation cannot be fake. It is truly astonishing. Lu Ye is a million miles away from him in terms of cultivation and knowledge.

He compared Lu Ye to a pebble that could float on the river for more than a dozen times before sinking to the bottom. He also compared his Mahayana cultivation to a huge stone the size of a millstone.

The viewpoint of the Supreme Saint is quite simple. Even an immortal can only block a river, but cannot change its surging trend by himself.

It seems that the rise and fall of a clan's fortune cannot be changed by one person.

The various actions of himself and Shang Tianti in ancient times were most likely just to accelerate the evolution of the human race. If we look at it from the perspective of tens of thousands of years, as the Holy Manifestation said, they were just a few big waves in the river.

And all he could influence were a few hundred local disciples practicing in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

So good.

Lu Ye has always been worried, fearing that what he did would not only fail to bring convenience to the human race, but would instead lead to destruction. This is what is meant by good intentions but leads to bad results.

The words of the Holy Manifestation dispelled his concerns.

"Oh no..." He thought for a while and suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I am only a pebble in terms of cultivation now, but I can travel back and forth to the ancient times."

"I don't know where I will end up. If I advance to the Mahayana stage and become a big stone, will I be able to use the time and space waves to return to the world?"

"If I become a huge rock or reef, won't I be trapped in the past forever?"

"But if I don't become a giant stone and my cultivation level doesn't reach the Mahayana stage, won't I never be able to remove the curse of the sundial mark on my head?"

"I have to keep traveling back and forth in the long river of time and space. I don't know when I will be trapped in the ancient times and unable to return to the present world."

This is a complete paradox.

If you want to remove the sundial mark, you must cultivate to the Mahayana stage.

But if one had broken through to the Mahayana stage in ancient times, he would have become a huge rock in the river, unable to ride the tide and return to the present world.

Lu Ye thought for a long time and suddenly laughed at himself.

What is the concept of a Mahayana monk?
In addition to this crazy manifestation of the Holy Saint, there are also giants like the Sleeping Immortal and the Sky Demon in ancient times.

I'm just a small-time god, why should I think so far ahead?
We'll talk about the future...

He stared ahead intently, and the three points of light in front of his eyes became brighter and brighter.

The river was surging, seeming to blur the ups and downs, left and right, and the positions of the three light balls kept changing.

Lu Ye picked up the anchor and prayed in his heart.

"You are the one……"

He threw the anchor outward with force, towards the nearest ball of light. He felt a sinking feeling in his hand and realized he had hit it, and he was delighted.

next moment.

With a swipe.

He disappeared over the river.

-

The moonlight is as silver as the low wilderness.

On a flat and wide grassland, it was originally a quiet night, but now it was filled with shouts of killing.

on the plains.

More than a thousand human men, women, old and young were fleeing in panic. Almost all of them were riding tall horses, and some of them were riding exotic beasts.

These humans, young and old, were all agile and possessed impressive martial arts. Among them, there were more than a hundred humans with boiling blood and energy bursting out of their bodies and condensed into pillars, demonstrating the level of Martial Saints.

In the sky, there were dozens of human cultivators flying low to protect him.

These cultivators were dressed in a variety of clothes, but they all had magical weapons in their hands. It was obvious that they were not ordinary cultivators. They took turns to bless their fellow cultivators below with the wind-riding technique and the speed-running technique to increase everyone's escape speed.

In particular, there were several people among them who were walking on swords, their bodies as fast as lightning, and they were cautiously circling in the air. Judging from their flying speed, they were obviously Nascent Soul level cultivators.

Behind this group of monks, there was a small group of monks guarding the rear.

One of them was a man, wearing tattered animal skins, flying in the air with ease, holding two judge's pens in his hands.

But it has been disfigured and seems to have eye disease. There is a layer of red cloth wrapped around its eyes, and a ring on its head. Its ears are several times larger than those of ordinary people, and they are constantly shaking and can rotate clockwise or counterclockwise at will.

At this moment, he was wearing a copper trumpet on his big ears. The trumpet was several times bigger than his ears. The whole person looked like he was wearing a copper trumpet hat crookedly, which was a bit funny.

There were six or seven monks around him, who would turn their heads to look back from time to time and report the situation to him in a low voice. It was obvious that this man was the leader of this group of fleeing humans.

Logically speaking, since all of these more than a thousand people practice martial arts, and there are dozens of cultivators, even Nascent Soul cultivators, they can be considered a powerful force.

And now they all fled in panic, and the mortals on the ground threw away almost all disposable items.

The reason is very simple, that is, the force chasing them is stronger and more terrifying than them.

A few miles in a straight line behind this group of humans.

The demonic energy rose from the ground and gathered into a black demonic cloud, like the rising tide of the sea, chasing after him all the way.

Even by looking at the aggressive and powerful demonic cloud, one can guess how powerful the pursuing demon clan is.

The demon cloud moved forward with overwhelming force, and it was accelerating, only a few miles away from the human team. In front of the wilderness was a continuous mountain range, which was the destination of the human race's escape, and it was the territory of a powerful wood demon.

The "weak" human race can pass through it safely, but the "powerful" demon race must stop outside, otherwise it would be an invasion of their territory.

And that mountain range is only a few miles away from the nearest human race.

"Big brother..."

Several men surrounding the leader whose eyes were covered with red cloth spoke up one after another.

"Someone has to stop the demon dog."

"Otherwise we won't be able to reach Mujunlin."

"Brother, let's go first!"

"We, the whole Dragon Seizing Alliance, are depending on Big Brother to take care of us!"

The corners of the man in red cloth's mouth twitched slightly, and he just nodded gently. However, someone noticed that the red cloth covering the eldest brother's eyes was slowly dyed into a dark color and gradually seeped outwards.

After saying this, several men turned over and flew away.

Among the fleeing crowd on the ground below, suddenly more than a dozen people began to suppress their cries.

Those monks who were willing to die to leave behind them were their fathers, husbands, sons and sons-in-law.

However, the monks in the sky who were rushing towards the demonic cloud never stopped or lowered their heads.

The crying people on the ground did not stop running away.

They must not live up to their sacrifice.

They cannot live up to their expectations.

Several beams of light rushed towards the demonic cloud like sharp arrows, igniting a dazzling bright light. It was the final display of the lifelong cultivation of these Nascent Soul cultivators.

Even though the few rays of light were so insignificant compared to the huge demonic cloud with a diameter of several miles that was chasing them, they still left their own unique brilliance in the air.

Boom boom boom!
Suddenly, several extremely brilliant balls of light exploded in the air.

They bloomed like fireworks in an instant, and then withered quickly, and along with them fell several lifeless figures.

"crunch..."

The blindfolded brother trembled. The copper trumpet hanging on his ear could hear everything behind him clearly, but he could do nothing.

Among the crowd fleeing on the ground, the crying suddenly became louder.

The pursuing demon cloud paused slightly and became a little messy due to this obstruction, then regrouped and chased after him.

However, the speed is slightly slower.

As the mountains and jungles ahead appeared to be approaching, it seemed that there was hope for the human race to escape.

Everyone was shocked and urged their mounts to move.

Behind him was the demon in the clouds.

Suddenly there was a slight buzzing sound.

A beam of light rushed out directly from the demonic cloud, drew an arc in the air, and chased after the fleeing humans at an incredibly fast speed.

Its escape speed is extremely fast, and the distance between it and the human race is getting closer and closer.

"Brother..." There was only one man left beside the leader with the red cloth covering his eyes. His chest and abdomen were wrapped in heavy white cloth, half of which was dyed red. "It's my turn..."

"Take care of yourself in the future..."

“No…” The man blindfolded in red cloth waved his hands.

"The one chasing us is a Divine Transformation cultivator. You can't stop him."

"Eighteen, you are the only Nascent Soul cultivator left in the Dragon Snatching Alliance. From now on, you will be the leader."

"I am the only one who can resist those who come."

"Absolutely not, brother..." Eighteen shook his head anxiously.

He originally wanted to say that as long as the other party can keep pestering you for a few moments, the demon soldiers behind will catch up with you and you won't be able to escape.

The big brother, blindfolded in red cloth, had already grabbed his wrist and threw him forward.

Eighteen didn't expect that his elder brother would suddenly attack him, and his body flew out involuntarily like a cloud.

When he landed again and steadied himself, he found that he had been thrown by his eldest brother to the front of the fleeing human race, only a hundred feet away from the endless mountains and forests.

He turned his head to look again, only to see that his elder brother had already flown backwards resolutely like a meteor.

"Big brother..."

Eighteen cried out in pain, his heart aching, knowing that his elder brother would never come back.

View from high above.

A beam of light flew out from the fleeing human race and the pursuing demon cloud, and they collided violently with each other with decisive force.

Boom!

After a loud noise.

Brother Hongbu fought fiercely with the pursuing light, and a bright light suddenly lit up in the air.

Both parties had reached the level of Divine Transformation, and they launched their respective domains to fiercely collide with each other, causing a wave of spiritual energy to blow in all directions.

Brother Hongbu staggered and flew backwards dozens of feet before he steadied himself and stopped in the air. There was blood at the corner of his mouth, and it was obvious that he was injured.

The monk who was chasing from the opposite side was not having a good time either. He retreated nearly a hundred feet, blood gushing out of his seven orifices, and his situation was even more tragic.

But the other party just laughed wildly instead.

"Are you the leader of the Dragon Seizing Alliance?"

"Very good, very good. I finally caught you, this damn bug."

"This is a job I finally got!"

"After I kill you and your men, I can go back and report to my master!"

"This great achievement is all due to my loyalty!"

The man in the red cloth spat out a mouthful of blood in disgust.

"Bah... You are just a demon running dog who betrayed your own people. Do you think you are worthy of the surname Tiger?"

It turned out that the Divine Transformation cultivator who was chasing him was also a human. His body was as sturdy as an iron tower, and there was a cloud-wrapped flying tiger demon pattern engraved on his forehead. He was actually a member of the demon clan.

It is really ironic that the team that is chasing the human race this time is led by a clansman who is also from the human race.

Hu Jinzhong laughed out loud.

"What's wrong with being a dog?"

"At least I can eat meat if I follow my master!"

"A lowly race like you deserves only to be eaten by us!"

"There's no point in talking any more, just give me your life!"

He relied on the rooting spell to learn the skills of the demon clan. His whole body shook and the demon power gushed out, immediately evaporating the blood from the seven orifices on his face. He pounced on him with a tiger-mouthed broadsword in his hand.

The leader of the Red Cloth Dragon Alliance snorted coldly and rushed forward with a judge's pen in each hand.

Hu Jinzhong moved lightly and nimbly, circling around the man in red cloth in the air, slashing with his sword but not engaging him head-on. He knew that once the monsters behind him arrived, the man would be dead.

He came here to make achievements, not to die.

Tiger's loyalty Tiger's loyalty does not mean sacrificing one's life for loyalty.

The red cloth man's pair of judge's pens had extremely exquisite writing skills, but the other party was a cultivator of the same level as him, both had domains, and tried their best to avoid the fight, so he was helpless.

If he turned around and ran, he could escape alone, but all his subordinates would be killed.

"what……"

The man in the red cloth roared sadly.

How unfair God is to us humans!
(End of this chapter)