Almighty Immortal Cultivator

Chapter 44 [Maliciousness and Change] (End of this volume)
"Yo...isn't he dead yet? That bastard Feng Yin has changed his temper? Will he let him go instead of killing him?"

"Is this the Sumeru Ring?"

"Tsk, but the treasure of the 'Inner World' actually saw it from a waste material, Old Xiao, it's a bit interesting. But it's a pity that he was marked with blood. If it weren't for this, even a clean and holy person like me, a veteran, I have to kill and get more money..."

Xiao Pojun had a gloomy face and did not answer.

"In these days, there are always people who think that cultivating the Tao can be achieved overnight, and they like to follow some crooked ways, and in the end they are not reaping the fruits of their own...Cut, idiot!"

Some laughed, some ridiculed, some were full of disdain.

The sun beamed into a pillar, and shone on Shen Huan's body. He lay on the ground blankly, looking at the sky, his throat moved slightly, and when he stretched out his hand, he touched the sun.

A white dove flew in the distance, its small eyes turned and looked at him.

"Cuckoo...cuckoo..."

He tried hard to suppress the pain in his chest, grinned hard, and smiled like a pigeon.Bai Ge was unmoved, and stared at him blankly, unable to turn his little head, not understanding what the man in front of him meant.

"Cuckoo..."

Shen Huan yelled twice more, and even waved at the white pigeon.

This white pigeon has probably been to many parks and squares, and it is not very afraid of people. It thought that Shen Huan was going to feed him food, so it turned its head and jumped towards Chen Huan, jumping directly to Chen Huan's. hand.

But the bird's beak pecked a few times, but found nothing, turned its head around in confusion, then flapped twice, flapped its wings and flew away.

Shen Huan laughed, spit out a mouthful of blood, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Cough-cough-"

Someone coughed twice.

Everyone at the scene was completely stunned and shocked by the scene in front of them. After a long time, someone asked in shock: "Captain Xiao, this... this kid can't accept the bloody and cruel reality, is he crazy?"

"To shut up!"

Xiao Pojun frowned, and finally got angry, and said sharply: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and deal with the aftermath, this time the noise is too loud, the public opinion media must be strictly controlled, and nothing can go wrong!"

"It's not the first time to do this job, Lao Xiao, you worry too much..." The leader of the second group, Jiang Buli smiled, and said, "Old Xiao, how do you deal with this big star? Let her and other people Same, completely erase this memory?"

"All the same."

Xiao Pojun frowned, and changed his words again: "This kid is being targeted by 'Bei Yin', it's too dangerous, you should tamper with her memory and make her hate Shen Huan..."

"Understood." Jiang Buli snapped his fingers.

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The white and bright ward, the sunlight shines in.Shen Huan sat on the hospital bed, leaning against the edge of the iron bed, staring blankly out of the window, his face sometimes ferocious, sometimes tangled.

Through these two days of conversation, he has already obtained enough information from Xiao Pojun.

This world, no, not this world, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it the 'watch world'.

At the beginning of the birth of the world, there were many geniuses who cultivated in heaven, such as Chi You of the Witch Clan, Nuwa of Butian, Pangu of Creation, Kuafu of Juli, Guangchengzi of Jinxian... These are not legends, but real facts.

Many years have passed, legends have died and become myths, and the earth's environment has changed, the spiritual energy suitable for cultivation has become thinner and thinner, the number of practitioners has dropped greatly, and their talents have plummeted.

Even so, some Taoist supernatural powers still exist, so practitioners of various types are derived, such as the Yanhuang Dragon Knight, the five ancient martial arts families, and others who focus on cultivation in order to break the shackles of the body, and finally become immortals. The ancient Wuyin gate of Taoism.

All things in the world, yin and yang help each other.

Naturally, there are also some evil heresies.Whoever controls the present controls the past, and whoever controls the past controls the future.Heresy is not heresy, it is the rhetoric of those who have the right to speak in the world.

And 'Beiyin' is the leader of this huge heresy, and it is an affiliated organization of Moshengmen, one of the two largest dark forces in the surface world.

Feng Yin who wanted to kill Shen Huan earlier was the famous Heavenly King Twin Gods of 'Bei Yin', whose strength is strong enough to be ranked in the top ten.But 'Bei Yin' has disappeared in recent years and has not made any major moves. It is unknown why they attacked Jiang Yun'er this time.

In addition, there are things related to oneself.

The fact is that there is no so-called cultivation seal at all.Of course, it does exist, but it is the cruelest to the Chinese and Indians themselves.Once it is sealed, it will not be noticed at first, but as time goes by, the meridians of the Sino-Indian will gradually be blocked, making it difficult for the spiritual energy to gather and flow, until they become completely useless.

His vision gradually blurred and became clear again, but it was already three years ago, on a snowy night.

Grove.

If calculated according to the realm of cultivation, he is still at the peak of body training, a member of a foreign assassin organization, who was on his way home from a mission, and happened to meet a group of people chasing and killing a certain white-haired old man, the sharp blade in his hand was glowing with coldness Killing intent.

"Damn it, old man, don't run away, it's only a word of 'death' if you run away!"

"If you are sensible, hurry up and call out the things, otherwise...hehe, I will make your life worse than death!!"

The old man was seriously injured, but still full of arrogance, he said with disdain: "A group of crappy people who can't get on the stage, you are worthy of negotiating with me?! Ridiculous!"

A group of people were furious, and the leader said viciously: "Damn, don't worry, kill this bastard first, and then find other things!"

There was despair in the old man's eyes, he looked up at the sky, and the heavy snow like goose feathers floated on his body and entered his eyes.

A group of people were about to cut him into pieces, but at this moment, a joking voice sounded: "Respecting the old and loving the young has always been a Chinese virtue, a group of big men besieged an old man, tsk, you are really thick-skinned... "

"Who?"

Bang bang, several consecutive gunshots, and in an instant, seven men in black were killed, and only one was left standing, his legs were trembling, he couldn't help raising his hands, and shouted in horror: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!" I……"

"Damn it, the bullets ran out..."

Click, the sound of reloading the magazine.

"Elder Jiang, save...help me, we are not like this..."

The man who was still standing looked at the old man begging for mercy, but what responded to him was a shuriken that pierced through the throat, killing him with one blow.

Shen Huan, who was reloading the magazine, stopped his hand movements, and said with a light smile: "Tsk, decisive killing, it's quite to my liking, then goodbye. There is no need to say thank you, because my surname is Lei."

"Would you like to learn supernatural powers with me?"

Fate starts from here.

The past is like an old black-and-white movie, scenes flashed through my mind, Jiang Qingfeng's voice, appearance, how to teach him harshly, and how in just three years, he helped himself to harden his heart, refine his bones, refine his membranes, and gain momentum. Shi'cheng, Outer Gang, Inner Gang, and Hunyuan, that is, the eight layers of Qi Refining.

But now looking back on the past again, many small details that I hadn't noticed before, or the details that were deliberately ignored because the relationship between the two were getting closer, all came to my mind.

The first time they met, the man looked at Jiang Qingfeng, not begging for mercy, but asking for help... That was a trap!All kinds of warm memories in the past, but now I think about them, but they are full of malice.

but why?What exactly does Jiang Qingfeng want from himself?
A biting chill ran from his back to his forehead, but the reason was that he couldn't figure it out no matter how much he thought about it, Shen Huan's mood gradually calmed down, and there was determination in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)