Longevity begins with loose cultivation

Chapter 678
Catacombs.

Lu Zhong, who was following the team, stopped suddenly.

The destination has arrived.

Looking ahead, there is an underground hall with a length and width of hundreds of feet. Although roots grow everywhere, it does not affect the solemnity of the place.

The roots come from the golden tree, and this is obviously the basic condition for returning to the tree.

Directly in front of him is a rectangular altar.

The altar is made of tree roots, and there is a large human-shaped groove inside, which is emitting a golden light at the moment, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

The cloth bags collected in Yunfang City before were carried to the altar one by one by the figures in golden clothes.

Every time the golden light flashed, the cloth bag shriveled up.

"This is the returning tree?!"

Lu Zhong's eyes showed surprise.

Ordinary people may not know the secrets.

But he, as a true immortal, could see very clearly just now, every time the golden light shines, the soul of the person in the bag will disappear.

As for the physical body, it was turned into ashes.

"It was absorbed by the golden tree. No!"

Lu Zhong's eyes fell on the altar, there were many small yellow flowers growing on the edge, and a spiritual light suddenly flashed across his mind.

"Perhaps, someone intercepted it."

Although he didn't understand how monks in this world cultivated, he knew without thinking that no one would be willing to stagnate.

Those who are at a low place want to climb to a higher place.

And those who are at a high place will think about going further.

Perhaps, Tian Daozi once restricted the way to ascend, but in today's decadent era, most of these restrictions may have been invalidated.

Or, someone has found a way to crack it.

Just like the little yellow flowers on the altar.

The shape of each yellow flower is different, and there seems to be a hidden meaning behind it, and a human face appears on the petals, whether happy or angry or worried or sad.

It can be clearly sensed that the flower contains a huge amount of soul debris, and it is surprisingly pure. If it is condensed into a soul, it should be able to benefit the primordial spirit.

Lu Zhong even seriously suspected that the yellow flower would also have an effect on him.

"Could it be that the promotion of cultivation here is related to the soul or the primordial spirit?"

Lu Zhong made a guess in his heart, and continued to watch the ceremony of returning to the tree.

Soon, the ceremony was completely over.

The man in gold at the head hurriedly left the underground hall after ordering the others to tidy up the scene and fold the cloth bags.

As if the pressure on the top of their heads was gone, the people in gold gradually became active.

"Hey, how much do you think we can share this time?"

"I dare not say for a year, but there must be half a year."

"Only half a year? Forget it, when the lifespan exceeds two thousand, I will serve in the city guard army like my ancestor."

During the conversation, many people frequently cast their gazes at the yellow flowers beside the altar.

Lu Zhong could sense that their covetousness towards Huang Hua, and the reason why they could hold back their actions was that something was restricting this group of men in golden clothes.

Through the conversation, the identities of this group of people were also learned.

It is called "Golden Tomb Guard".

Their duties are very simple. On weekdays, they are responsible for guarding the underground cemetery, preventing the undead from escaping, and resisting possible attacks from outside undead.

On the day of returning to the tree, they will go to the city to take in the dead.

From the analysis of the dialogue of the Golden Tomb Guard, there is still an ascending channel in Yunfang City, but it is controlled by the aristocratic family. They rely on the soul in the process of swallowing and returning to the tree to continuously improve their soul, and then reach the promotion level the goal of.

Behind the incident, there seems to be monks involved.

It is known that those yellow flowers are something that even City Lord Yunfang is not qualified to enjoy.

"If it's correct, this should be the advanced way for monks in this world."

Lu Zhong thought to himself.

It is still a scarce resource that restricts the improvement of a monk's cultivation base.

Changing the place, it's just changing from the treasure of heaven and earth to the yellow flower that improves the soul.

From it, he seemed to see a cultivation system built with the golden tree as its foundation and countless blood-sucking beings.

A footstep came.

The commander of the Golden Tomb Guard who had just left had left and returned at this moment.

Different from before, there was a skinny monk behind him now, with a cultivation base in the late stage of Foundation Establishment. The commander of the Golden Tomb Guard respectfully bowed and nodded all the way to this man.

"It seems that the growth of age may not necessarily increase the backbone!"

Lu Zhong saw this scene in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the skinny monk raised his hand and collected all the yellow flowers around the altar, and put them in a red jade box with great care. People pick it off.

After counting again and again, he nodded in satisfaction.

"Very good, you Yunfang City has the best performance in this film in this homecoming."

"Afterwards, when I return to the gate, I will definitely report to the higher authorities in handwriting, requesting recognition of your achievements of the Golden Tomb Guards in Yunfang City. This is the Gray Soul Pill for this time, please keep it carefully!"

The skinny monk chuckled, and threw the pill bottle straight away.

After speaking, he left without looking back.

Lu Zhong glanced at the guard of the golden tomb, and followed the skinny monk silently.

The other party quickly left the city.

Just above a mountain, Lu Zhong couldn't sense the presence of a third person for thousands of miles, so Lu Zhong appeared and intercepted the opponent.

"You! Senior, what are you?"

The skinny monk was surprised at first, then smiled obsequiously.

"I ask you to answer."

"Yes, if you have anything to say, senior, just ask."

This time the skinny monk answered without even a bit of hesitation.

"very good!"

Lu Zhong nodded with a smile, he likes this kind of understanding.

The situation was unknown, so he decided to use the Yuanshi Dao ring less, and use less, after all, he didn't know what the consequences would be if this ring was used.

Leaving aside anything else, Tian Daozi is right above his head!

As for wasted time?
True immortals enjoy longevity, so there is no time limit, and Yu Feng'er and others have also been accepted into the world of mountains and rivers.

Under this premise.

Steady and steady step by step is the best choice.

"Where did you come from? Where did you learn from?"

"Returning to the seniors, the junior Huang Shulang has entered the Huangyi Gate of Qinglian Immortal City. The ancestor of Huangyi in the gate has already cultivated the cultivation of gods. As for the junior, he is in the late stage of foundation establishment. He is currently leading the name of Deacon Nabao. Running around in the mundane world."

"Yellow flower, what's the use?"

"Huanghua?" Huang Shulang was taken aback for a moment, obviously he didn't expect Lu Zhong to ask this point, but he didn't continue to think deeply.

Sometimes the more you know, the easier it is to lose your life.

"Senior is talking about Jinxianhua?"

"The function of this flower is to refine soul pills. Depending on its level, there are gray, white, red, purple, and gold colors. However, the juniors have only heard about high-level soul pills. Can't guarantee it."

"If you take the Soul Pill, you can improve your root bone. This bone must be known by the seniors. It is related to the future of us and other immortal cultivators. This thing will be destined to be born, so we can only rely on the Soul Pill to make up for it. A higher realm."

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Huang Shulang was eloquent, pouring out all the information about Jinxianhua.

After Lu Zhong heard this, he really guessed his heart.

Then, he asked about the geography of the fairyland.

"Regarding this point, the younger generation is actually not very clear. I only know that the Huangyimen and other forces in Qinglian Xiancheng jointly rule this place. And Qinglian Xiancheng belongs to the Taihua Domain and belongs to our Shangzongtai. Huazong, the ancestor of this clan is said to have reached Mahayana, and Taihuazong is governed by the Yinlou Palace, which is a subject.

"The Yinlou Palace is located in another vast land, named after 'Yinlou', but it seems that there are other powerful forces on it."

Huang Shulang looked uncertain, and after he finished speaking, he took a peek, lest he said the wrong thing.

Yinlou Palace
Lu Zhong had heard the name Yinloudao more than once, but he did not expect that he would appear directly in the territory of this power in the Immortal Realm.Thinking about it again, I don't have any follow-up exercises yet, and I don't even know the follow-up realm, and I suddenly feel like exploring.

"Where is the corridor palace?"

"Senior, do you want to go? Then you may be disappointed. It is said that the gate of the Taoist Palace is supported by a fairy beast. It is ethereal and uncertain. It is rare to see it. But the junior heard thousands of years ago that the Taihua Fairy City once Because there are corridor disciples haunting, maybe you can go and have a try, senior?"

As he spoke, Huang Shulang condensed a water curtain, pointing out the direction of Taihua Immortal City.

"You're doing well."

Lv Zhong smiled lightly, and with a snap of his fingers, he injected a mana into Huang Shulang's body.

This is to erase his memory.

By the way, I also reviewed Huang Shulang's memory.

Afterwards, the figure slowly dissipated.

After a short rest, Huang Shulang regained consciousness.

He glanced around suspiciously, but checked his memory and found nothing abnormal, and he was relieved to be sure that he had not been parasitized or taken away.

He left here without looking back.

After Huang Shulang left, Lu Zhongcai reappeared.

Looking at the other party's departure direction, he summed up what he had just gained.

"In the fairy world, not only the monks, but also the factions are still strictly hierarchical. It seems to form a hierarchical system based on the Huashen sect, the Mahayana forces, and the Taoist palace. Moreover, the Huangyi sect alone rules thousands of mortal kingdoms."

From the analysis of people's memory, it can be known that the population of Mortal Kingdom is not large.

The big ones are like Yunfang City, but there are only a million of them.

Small town, even less than [-].

There are at most a dozen cities in a country, with a total of tens of millions of people.

The kingdom of mortals is ruled by a solidified class, and the power of cultivating immortals guards one side, organizes mortals to multiply and thrive, and obtains benefits from the tree-returning ceremony.

"Mortal people are like pigs and dogs, and low-level monks are no exception."

In Huang Shulang's memory, monks also have the idea of ​​returning to the tree.

Of course, the longevity of a monk far exceeds that of ordinary people. Even at the first level of Qi Refining Realm, he can survive for ten thousand years.

Living forever in the fairy world is extremely cheap.

I really don't know, what do those cultivators in the lower realm who are desperately trying to ascend to the immortal realm think of this?
The return of monks to trees is different from ordinary people.

Perhaps it is the price of cultivation, once they return to the tree, they will disappear completely.

Regardless of the soul, or the cultivation of the body.

"In this way, is Tian Daozi's purpose in creating the Immortal Dao for sustainable development? Immortal cultivators appear wave after wave, and become his nourishment after returning to the tree."

"But why, the way of heaven is still falling?"

Lu Zhong looked up at the golden tree above his head, and remained silent for a long time.

Another day.

Lu Zhong boarded the fleet halfway.

There are three large mountain boats in this fleet, each of which is thousands of feet long, departing from Qinglian Immortal City, sailing all the way north to Taihua Immortal City, there are several stops along the way.

It was peaceful on the way.

After all, there is no Jiexiu who dares to rob a large fleet with amazing force.

The only exception is the undead monk.

Their obsession is so stubborn that it is almost engraved in their souls. Their actions are not afraid of death. After all, they can be resurrected after death, and they attack again and again.

In a short distance of one hundred thousand miles, it happened no less than ten times.

Whenever the fleet leaves the sphere of influence of the sect and enters the wilderness, they will be attacked.

It made Lu Zhong think that the wilderness is the territory of the undead.

Fortunately, there are also many beautiful scenery along the way, which can soothe people's hearts.

It took more than half a year for the fleet to cross several wildernesses and finally entered the sphere of influence of Taihuazong.

Once across the border, the situation is very different.

In the originally uninhabited wilderness, scattered houses began to appear, and then the number increased, and stretches of farms and market towns began to appear.

This change was undoubtedly brought about by Taihuazong.

The deeper you go, the more prosperous it becomes.

But in Taihua Immortal City, this feeling disappeared instantly.

Outside Taihua Xiancheng, there is a stretch of battlefield ruins.

Colorful, very magnificent.

On the ruins, you can still see the dead bones of giant beasts, the crashed flying boat, the burning sword energy, and the palpitating aura stirring and lingering.

At this time, above the ruins of the battlefield, a golden sword was suspended in mid-air.

It is permeated with golden sword energy, constantly wiping away the remaining power on the battlefield.

Therefore, occasionally, several explosions could be heard, or a certain place collapsed silently, leaving a broken corpse.

On the side, there were several figures who had been waiting for a long time.

At this time, they were like wild dogs rushing for prey, and they turned into light and swarmed up.Either succeed in obtaining a treasure, or inspire other powers halfway, and the figure instantly turns into ashes.

Seeing this scene, the people on board burst into laughter.

"Is this the remnant of the Broken War?"

Lu Zhong looked at the scene below, his expression did not change at all, he could naturally see that the ruins involved a fight between high-level monks, but it was not yet at the level of a true immortal, it should belong to the fusion stage, at most it was not a Mahayana.

But even so, through this cruel battlefield, one can glimpse the tragic corner of the Broken War.

It is said that it was a great battle that caused countless real immortals to fall.

About this point, he heard it from the passengers along the way, and when he entered Taihua Immortal City later, he naturally had to verify it.

"Buzzing—"

With the slight tremor of the hull, the flying boat gathered the dazzling light feathers on both sides, and slowly slid into the cleared and opened channel for entering the city.

Afterwards, more monks turned into light and came.

Under their dragging, the fleet quickly entered Taihua Fairy City.

Out of the airport, there is a huge platform in front of you.

At first glance, it can be seen that this place used to be a place for a certain weapon, and even the circuit of the magic circle that originally supplied energy is still exposed.It's just that the purpose has been changed now, the platform has been deliberately leveled, and now there are many more stalls on it.

Like other places, the stall owners here are also lifeless.

Neither mortals nor monks have the slightest vitality.

As for what they sell at the stall.

Lu Zhong glanced at it and quickly found something of interest.

It is exactly what he has been looking for, a miscellaneous book that can understand the customs of the immortal world and introduce the common sense of cultivating immortals.

(End of this chapter)