Beginning to practice immortality as a refugee

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The good turkey felt a bitter taste in his mouth, his throat was dry, and his comb drooped down due to nervousness.

The circle on the head of the Qingniu Supreme Saint opposite him shook, and the oppressive aura made it almost impossible for him to stand still.

If it weren't for the fact that his own banner still had the power of the remains of the Holy Amaterasu on it, which could block some of the opponent's power, the good Turkey man suspected that he would have knelt down on the spot.

He felt that he could not hold on for much longer. Before he made a fool of himself, he thought about the words of his supreme mistress and shook the big pole in his hand, shaking the remains of the Holy Amaterasu and the fragments of the spiritual weapon on it.

The good turkey stretched out a trembling finger, pointed at the Holy Green Ox, and shouted.

"Hey, two thousand miles behind this flagpole is the territory of the Ice Phoenix Supreme Saint."

"No outsiders are allowed to enter. Anyone who dares to enter will suffer this fate!"

He shook the flagpole, shaking the parts of the remains and spirit weapon fragments hanging on it. After saying that, he turned around and left. The light of his escape rose into the air with a crooked look, which showed that he was scared.

A small incarnation of a deity actually dared to point at the nose of a great Mahayana saint and talk to him. The good man should be proud of himself for not being scared to death.

The turkey man, wrapped in red light, ran away.

The wind blew, and the only sound left on the top of the mountain was the fluttering of the big flag.

More than 100,000 tribesmen were blocked outside the flagpole.

The old Saint Green Ox flew over first, standing in mid-air in the sky. A ring dropped from his head, emitting white light that carefully illuminated the remains of Saint Amaterasu and the fragments of the spiritual weapon from top to bottom.

As the white light flashed, remnants of various magical powers emerged from the remains of the Holy Amaterasu and transformed into seven or eight regular lines of different colors.

The blue one is the lightning of heavenly tribulation, the black one is the curse of doom, the green one is the void rift, and the white one is the soul-fixing and body-fixing...

The old blue ox just stretched out his hand and touched it lightly, and all the remaining magical powers burst out, instantly blowing a piece of his finger into the air, and blood splattered on the spot.

He frowned, and a green light flashed on his hand. After a while of squirming, new fingers grew out. He could no longer underestimate them.

The old blue ox turned around and looked at the big stick carefully. The circular light above its head shone clearly, magnifying the palm print on the broken spiritual weapon, magnifying it hundreds of times and throwing it into the air.

At this moment, Old Qingniu took a deep breath.

Because there are not only palm lines and fingerprints on the palm, but also a large area of ​​palm lines in the middle, which are like the runes and spells of the great Dao condensed in it.

"The Palm Life Talisman Array..."

“So terrifying…”

Old Qingniu just thought briefly about what would happen if this palm fell on him, and his whole body shook.

Even if he was at his peak thousands of years ago, he would not have dared to be attacked by so many magical powers. He would have surely died.

In other words, this Ice Phoenix Sage who had never met before was not someone he could deal with at all.

Without saying a word, he retracted the shining ring above his head and silently flew back to his own group. With just a wave of his hand, the group changed direction and migrated to other places.

The Qingniu Supreme Saint thought he was no match for the enemy, but he still had first-rate control over his tribe and could retreat as soon as he was told to.

Seeing that the strongest tribe had detoured in shame, the other tribes also turned around instantly and scattered in all directions.

But luckily they retreated quickly.

Because if they retreated any slower, they would see the red light of the Turkey Good Man falling directly from the air.

That was because he had been holding on until now and was too frightened, and his magical power was exhausted and he fell into the air.

The same situation also occurred in three other places.

There were tribes of various kinds that covered the sky and the earth and were advancing forward with murderous intent, but they saw the remains of the Most Holy One and the fragments of spiritual weapons hanging on the flagpole.

The reason why everyone has managed to escape until now and not be killed is that, apart from anything else, at least they have good eyesight and can tell at a glance that they cannot win, so they all turned around and took a detour in shame.

As a result, over the past few days, several waves of refugees came to escape. When they saw the flagpole, they all took a detour. No one dared to try the power of the Ice Emperor himself.

Until the last day.

A tribe of several hundred people migrated here. The tribe leader looked at the flagpole in despair. He dared not advance, but had no way to retreat. Everyone was seriously injured. If he continued to migrate, he would probably become food for other tribes on the way.

The chief stomped his feet for the last time and decided to disband the tribe, allowing everyone to disperse into the territory behind the flagpole and try their luck in joining other tribes to sell themselves as slaves.

As a result, this tribe became the only aliens to enter behind the flagpole in a few days.

The good man Turkey hurriedly reported to his superiors that the Grand Lady was drinking tea and admiring the moon with the Grand Valley Master at that moment. He waved his hand and said, "Let him be. What can happen if a few hundred people disperse?"
So the matter ended here.

Of course, outside Jigong Valley, the land was flooded with blood and the turmoil continued.

This continued for a full year, and then the turbulence of this wave of migration subsided.

Everyone turns pale when talking about this past.

Among the top 100 races, there is a race called the Talkative Race.

Everyone in this clan has several mouths and can speak his or her own language.

He is a curious person who likes to pass on messages. He also happens to have the ability to hide himself and escape underground to save his life, making him a natural intelligence dealer.

The Chatty Tribe carefully collected intelligence on what happened before and after the advent of the sacred mountain.

get conclusion.

There were about a hundred Mahayana saints injured or killed. Specifically, about half of them died, and half of them were seriously injured and demoted.

It can be said that the top 100 races suffered the loss of many Mahayana saints. If the sacred mountain had not descended, no one would have known that the top 100 races had accumulated so many Mahayana saints. Of course, thanks to the sacred mountain, nearly half of them were wiped out at once.

Moreover, most of those who went to the sacred mountain to compete were the "young and strong" saints of various races who were in their prime. They were originally the most promising candidates to break through to the point of transcending tribulation and even becoming immortals.

However, by some strange coincidence, they became the first monks to fall.

It can be said that the masters of this world have been half-crippled after this battle.

Afterwards, the sacred mountain turned into a ferocious ghost domain, and with the appearance of a supreme ghost lord inside, the domain spontaneously expanded outward, causing hundreds of tribes within thousands of miles around to migrate and flee collectively.

The number of people who migrated was over one million, but the ripples of the ethnic groups affected by the escape could not be stopped even if there were only four or five million people.

Among them, nearly half of the tribes were destroyed, and the number of people lost was untraceable. Many ethnic groups were originally good neighbors, but later became enemies.

There were also many large and inherited clans like Fengmoshan that were destroyed, and their members had to flee in all directions and seek refuge with fellow tribes.

In the end, when the turmoil subsided, what was left behind was a devastated land.

When the ghost domain was first formed, it covered an area of ​​two thousand miles around Fengmo Mountain. Finally, it expanded to more than one thousand miles before the area was stabilized.

Everyone is terrified when talking about it. They call this dangerous area the place where saints fell, because too many Mahayana saints died there.

of course.

The loss was so heavy that some people cried and some laughed.

Powerful tribes such as the Two-Winged Tribe, the Demon Tribe, the Dragon Tribe, the Celestial Tribe, etc., all have top masters who have snatched the remaining sundial plates and comprehended the top-notch skills that lead directly to the immortal path.

Also.

Apart from the sundial which is missing, the four pedestals are said to have fallen into the hands of the Two-Winged Clan. It is said that the masters of the Two-Winged Clan have invested countless resources in it, trying to refine it into a Taoist treasure to suppress the fortune of the clan. Of course, this has also attracted the covetousness of countless outsiders.

In short.

This year, the gates of heaven opened wide, immortals showed the way, and sacred mountains descended from the sky. However, in the end, a large number of saints in this world died, forming an extremely dangerous area, causing endless killings, a vast sea of ​​blood, and a surge in killings.

Perhaps the immortals had good intentions, but the fact is that all the races in this world have demonstrated it themselves: when treasures fell from the sky, the races became greedy and bellicosous.

of course.

No matter how big the turmoil in the outside world was, it could not reach Jigong Valley. Because Jigong Valley had the Grand Lady in charge. Ever since the four large flags were hung with the remains of the Holy Amaterasu, which scared away hundreds of thousands of tribes, the prestige of the Grand Lady had completely convinced all the tribes in the surrounding thousands of miles.

With such a powerful person of unquestionable strength in charge, there will certainly be no chaos in the territory below.

A few years later.

The turmoil on earth caused by the sacred mountain finally gradually subsided.

Among them, the powerful races with profound heritage, such as the Two-Winged Clan, the Dragon Clan, the Celestial Clan, and the Demon Clan, have had cultivators who have successively reached the Tribulation Realm.

The cultivators on earth already know that the Tribulation Realm is not strictly speaking a single realm, because compared to the Mahayana Sage, its life span has only increased by a thousand years to ten thousand years, and its magic power has also increased a little, but compared to the difference between the previous realms, it can only be said that the increase is very small.

In terms of combat ability, although he is stronger than a Mahayana Saint, he is not as strong as high-level cultivators who are at a lower level. It can only be said that his strength is limited.

But if one wants to ascend to heaven and pass the final test of the immortal thunder tribulation, becoming a tribulation-transcending cultivator is the last step that one must take.

Therefore, the increase of a thousand years of lifespan and one tenth of magic power gained by overcoming the tribulation is not important. What is important is that it is a preparation for ascending to the realm of immortality.

To overcome the tribulation, one must successfully separate the three unified Nascent Soul Dharmakaya, the true self, and the rule clone of the Mahayana saint. Each one can become a separate individual and walk in the world. Low-level cultivators cannot distinguish the true from the false.

Also.

There were more than just these few cultivators who snatched the broken pieces of the sundial that day and realized the Tongtian Gong Fa.

The twelve broken plates passed through the hands of dozens of people. Enlightenment only takes a moment. If you can understand it, you will understand it. If you can't understand it, you won't understand it.

But having the skills does not necessarily mean you can succeed in practicing them.

It turns out that in order to overcome the tribulation, one must face the tribulation with one's true self. Those Mahayana saints whose bodies were severely damaged in the battle for the sacred mountain and whose foundation of Taoism was damaged, have no hope of achieving the state of overcoming the tribulation.

It is said that several great monks who had managed to grab the remaining plates but had their foundation damaged and had no hope of achieving the tribulation were so angry that they vomited blood.

The outside world is ever-changing, but life in Jigong Valley is peaceful and stable.

Because the daily life of Lady Taishang in the Valley was too simple and stable.

Whether Jigong Valley is in chaos or not is up to the female Supreme to decide.

The Lady Dowager is as still as a mountain, so Jigong Valley will naturally not be in chaos.

Apart from occasionally appreciating the flowers, the moon and her husband, she would practice in seclusion with her husband.

Life is basically a two-point straight line, husband - other things - husband.

The two are almost inseparable. The smile on the face of Supreme Valley Master has been gradually decreasing. He has looked much more haggard in recent days. I wonder if it is because of excessive dual cultivation.

Inside the cave.

Lu Ye enjoyed a rare period of personal time alone, and he let out a long sigh - for half a year, Yuan Ruoshui would not sleep with him but went into seclusion.

It’s not that Yuan Ruoshui was tired of him, but after a few years of boredom, he finally remembered that it was time to get down to business.

In order to refine the reassembled body of the Holy Saint Amaterasu into a corpse puppet, although she accompanies her husband every day, she can't guarantee that he will not be by his side at any time.

She was afraid that someone would take advantage of the opportunity to hurt her husband, so she refined a Mahayana corpse puppet to serve as a guard, so that she would feel at ease.

Yuan Ruoshui was reluctant to leave and decided to temporarily give up their world of two and go into seclusion.

If we delay any further, the power of rules within the remains of the Holy Amaterasu will dissipate, and even if it is refined, it will be downgraded.

As soon as Yuan Ruoshui left, Lu Ye immediately felt a little more relaxed.

It’s not that the lady doesn’t like him, but liking him too much has become a burden.

It turns out that this soft rice is not so delicious.

Especially this person who not only has spiritual stones and good looks, but is also a top master in this world.

Although he had spent the Five Rings of Merit to marry her, he always felt that something was not right.

Being strong and holding your wife in the palm of your hand is called pampering.

I am weak myself, but why do I feel awkward holding my wife in my hands?

Lu Ye couldn't figure out this problem, so he didn't think about it too much. After all, it was his own wife's own life and it was none of outsiders' business.

Speaking of this lady, Yuan Ruoshui and Pan Furong have two different styles.

Pan Furong was the leader of a female rebel battalion. She held a murderous knife in her hand and listened to the stories of Yizhangqing. Even on Zhongxiang Island, she was actually in charge and not that clingy.

But Yuan Ruoshui is different, her world is very simple, there is only her and him.

Lu Ye was very suspicious that in this woman's eyes, other people were just living puppets that could walk, talk and practice.

He can tolerate all these. After all, a Mahayana saint is always by your side. When you two are together, he restrains his cultivation so as not to shock you. He asks for your opinion on everything. You live in harmony with him and he knows how to be humble and often acts in a small and compliant manner.

Even though it's fake, didn't they take the trouble to do it?

But Lu Ye has been a little upset recently.

It was not for anything else, but Yuan Ruoshui suddenly said to me yesterday, "Husband, when I come out of seclusion this time, let's have a child..."

This scared Lu Ye a lot.

Yuan Ruoshui thought he was surprised and didn't think much about it. The next day, she went into seclusion in solitude with a radiant look on her face.

Lu Ye felt as if his head was as big as a bucket.

If Yuan Ruoshui and I had a child in this era, who would be older, me or the child?
This question was too complicated and he thought about it for a long time but could not come to a conclusion.

But he knew that Shang Tianti and Shang Ling'er could get together and give birth to a bunch of Shang descendants, and the inheritance would continue.

This Tianti brother is also very powerful.

If you can’t figure it out, don’t think about it.

Lu Ye thought that if this matter could be pushed forward, it should be pushed forward.

Wait until Yuan Ruoshui comes out of retreat before bringing it up again. I suggest waiting until he reaches the Tribulation Realm before considering it.

After all, there are already three or five powerful people who have transcended the tribulation in the outside world, and the Mahayana Saint is no longer considered the top cultivator in this world.

If you can’t overcome the tribulation, how dare you have a child?

We want to give our children an absolutely safe home.

I guess this excuse should be enough to fool people, right?

Speaking of which, Yuan Ruoshui practiced with him every day and completely absorbed the immortal spirit from the remaining sundial. Why has everyone else passed the tribulation, but she has not made any progress?
Could it be that practicing dual cultivation with myself has delayed my proper cultivation?
This shouldn’t be the case. I have advanced from the initial stage of fusion to the intermediate stage.

When Yuan Ruoshui was not around, Lu Ye let his thoughts run wild, letting his imagination run wild. Finally, he collected his mind, subdued his unruly heart, and began to practice meditation.

Once you enter into a state of meditation, you don’t know how long it lasts.

a moment.

He was practicing the Immortal Spirituality Sutra… Without the power of merit, there was little point in practicing the Bodhisattva of Rescue Sutra.

Suddenly, waves rolled in the sea of ​​consciousness, and a projection of a mighty yellow river with twists and turns that could not be seen from beginning to end appeared.

Lu Ye was caught off guard and was sucked in.

brush!
His figure suddenly disappeared from the cave.

(End of this chapter)