High-end flood: The opening town kills the crosser

An Nan walked around the house and found a copper mirror in the room.
He immediately stood in front of him and watched.
His appearance was reflected in the mirror, a weak son, pale, and looked short of qi and blood.
“It’s a sick man!”
He frowned, but did not go to his heart.
What about the sick seedling, my immortal king is against the sky, as long as I am given the opportunity, I can reach the pinnacle and step on the cycle of samsara.
He has full confidence.
As he thought this, the door was pushed open, and a maid came in with a basin, and when she saw him wake up, she suddenly exclaimed.
She immediately put down the basin and ran out, shouting as she ran: “Gongzi is awake, Gongzi is awake.” ”
An Nan was disdainful in his heart.
Terrans like ants are so undetermined.
He settled in this life.
In a matter of days, I figured out the situation here.
This was a Hou mansion, named Dingxi Marquis, and he was Hou Ye’s only son.
It’s just that this Hou Ye is not at home, and I heard that the leader is outside and is quelling the rebellion in the west.
And since childhood, he was weak and sick, suffering from heart disease, and was once asserted by a divine doctor that he would not live to be twenty years old.
Not long ago, just after his twentieth birthday, he fell unconscious, and the entire Hou Mansion fell into panic.
Doctors from all sides were invited to come, but they were helpless.
Until An Nan woke up.
Figuring everything out, he was unimpressed.
Dirty things inside the Terrans, he disdained.
The most urgent thing is to start cultivating as soon as possible, reach the realm of the previous life, and then step through the reincarnation and find that old monk to settle the account.
I won’t be secretly calculated this time.
Thinking so, he began to practice the exercises in his memory.
And then…… He was dumbfounded.
He found that there was not even a trace of the existence of heaven and earth vitality in this world.
In the first step of cultivation, he was stuck.
It is difficult for a woman to cook without rice, if he can’t even build a foundation, how can he take the road behind?
In his previous life, he was the king of immortality, crossing the realm and sea was idle, and when he came to any world, his own strength would not be weakened in the slightest.
But that was after the achievement of the Immortal King.
Now, he can’t even do the most basic cultivation, and his spiritual power can’t be cultivated, let alone condense Dao patterns or foreign patterns in his body.
But there is no Kansai.
He is the king of immortality, with an invincible heart, this road does not work, so take another path.
He has achieved the Immortal King for countless years, crossed the Immortal Ancient Era, and crossed the realm sea to see countless worlds, and he has never seen any big winds and waves.
The cultivation methods in his mind were as vast as the sea.
The previous two times just died too quickly and didn’t have time to act.
Since he did not have the vitality of heaven and earth, he changed the path of refining his body.
He wants to use himself as a furnace, enter the Dao with martial arts, forcibly become an immortal with his physical body, and then break the void and go to a higher world.
The third day of refining… Soldier!
He forgot that his body had congenital heart disease.
The energy required for refining the body is too much, and his body is weak, even if he is strong, he can’t make up for it.
Before he died, he saw the Buddha Light again and heard the words.
“The bitter sea is boundless, and turning back is the shore.”
In the fourth life, he was a fisherman and died at sea.
In the fifth, he was a prince and was given poisoned wine.
In the sixth generation, he was a reckless man who was stabbed in the back.
In the seventh life, he was a woodcutter and died in the mouth of the tiger.
VIII, IX, XIX…
The hundredth century…
The thousandth generation…
Every life before he died, he could see the light of the Buddha and hear that sentence.
“The bitter sea is boundless, and turning back is the shore.”
But he did not look back, and all the while, he did not take the initiative to approach the Buddha Light.
His conviction is too strong.
Even death and reincarnation have not worn off.
He is the king of immortality, the king of immortals, and reincarnation can wear down his body, but it cannot erase his soul.
But a thousand times can’t, ten thousand times?
What about 100,000 times?
What about a million times?
What about billions of times?
What if, one day, even you forget who you are?
An Nan naturally knew, so he was anxious.
In every life, he strived, wanted to cultivate, wanted to break samsara.
But most of the countless worlds are basic worlds without the vitality of heaven and earth.
Even if it was him, cultivation was extremely difficult.
Even if there is a supreme method that can break boundaries and forcibly cultivate, in the absence of resources, it is often impossible to break the void in a lifetime.
He had countless times, all of them were exhausted and died in that world.
Until the time of the 10,000th lifetime.
He became a baby, born into a family of scholars.
At the moment of birth, his soul was throbbing.
He felt the abundant vitality that permeated this world.
He cried with excitement.
Finally, ten thousand reincarnations finally allowed him to be born into a world where he could cultivate.
In the eyes of his family, this is the cry of a newborn, a manifestation of vitality.
So, he grew up in this world.
But unlike what he imagined, although this world could be cultivated, it was completely different from the cultivation system in his cognition.
The key lies in the vitality that pervades this world.
These Yuan Qi were different from all the Yuan Qi he recognized, and they could not directly absorb cultivation.
Instead, it needs to be guided by special methods, able to enter the body, and able to turn into all kinds of magical powers.
This method is actually a book.
Words have magical powers, which can pull the mighty qi of heaven and earth and accomplish all kinds of incredible things.
It is called talent by the people of this world.
A poem can be a town country.
An article can be closed.
An Nan was extremely uncomfortable, he was reincarnated for ten thousand lifetimes, and finally came to a world filled with the vitality of heaven and earth, but it was incompatible with his cultivation system.
He still didn’t give up.
Similarly, he did not study the literary system of this world.
Instead, use your insights to find your own way.
He analyzed his talents, analyzed the cultivation methods of this world, went straight to the essence, and walked out of his own way.
Even if you don’t write a book, you can still absorb the talent of heaven and earth and make yourself stronger.
It’s nothing more than killing!
He embarked on his own path and opened the path of demonic cultivation.
Talent Qi can’t be directly absorbed, it doesn’t matter, those who have cultivated have the power of this world in their bodies.
Kill them, plunder their qi and blood, seize everything from them, and naturally become stronger.
He slaughtered the sky, constantly getting stronger, and became the most terrifying demon in this world.
He didn’t care in the slightest.
Terrans like ants, how much death is not worthy of pity.
They themselves are suffering in samsara, and it is the supreme glory that they can use their own death to help them detach themselves.
He was bloody and fierce, slaughtering tens of millions of lives in a large state, and cultivated the true body of the blood demon.
Then, he met a person.
A man who carries a rolling talent and gives way to heaven when he falls.
He was polite and peaceful, and persuaded him to stop.
He naturally didn’t listen, but instead surged with greed, this person’s qi and blood were too vigorous, he simply broke through the sky, and his talent was even more terrifying, stronger than anyone he had ever seen.
If you can plunder him, you will have the opportunity to step out of another realm, or even leave this world.
He shot without hesitation!
Then, the first 10,000th life, this is the end.
Before dying, he asked the man’s name in disbelief.
Knowing that his name was Wang Yangming, he was called the Heart Saint by the people of this world.
is the only living Confucian saint.
Before closing his eyes, he saw the Buddha light again and heard the words again.
“The bitter sea is boundless, and turning back is the shore.”