I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 138: Immortal’s Shadow, Taichu Purple Qi

The lists about "Fujin" that were posted all over the Holy City disappeared silently, not only from several Holy Lands, but also from the Ji family.

This discovery confused and surprised many practitioners. It was not until a powerful figure with knowledge of the matter said that the two parties had reached a settlement behind the scenes, and that the wanted list would no longer have any effect, that everyone suddenly realized.

But then new problems emerged.

What price did this young man named Fu Jin pay?
After all, although this son is a disciple of the extremely powerful Nangong Zheng, he is still too insignificant compared to these behemoth ancient forces. It must have paid a heavy price to make these forces relent.

There was a lot of discussion surrounding this matter again.

Some people say that it is the sacred treasure left behind by Nangong Zheng after his death.

Some people said that Yaochi Holy Land came forward to help calm the matter.

Some people also said that the boy named "Fu Jin" hooked up with the saints from several holy places. These saints were thinking of him and begged the mountain gates, so they spared this pretty boy's life.

Although the last statement is a bit nonsense, many practitioners believe it.

Otherwise, who can explain that this pretty boy killed the saint sons of several families, but did not take action against the saint girls of several families?
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Suddenly, in the world of spiritual practice, countless innocent young boys’ hearts became shattered.

Fu Jin didn't know anything about this. At this time, he was reading the list sent by Wanchu Holy Land in detail.

It records the results of these deliberations.

It contains the treasures inherited from the door, such as the source of gods, dragon marrow, saints' notes, secrets of chaos, etc.

Although the quantity of some things was far less than Fu Jin expected, these families did indeed find everything according to his requirements.

This satisfied him greatly.

In exchange, he also sent his own list, which of course included some manipulation.

For example, he hid the ancient scriptures of the Ji family and Yaochi, and also erased the forbidden scriptures such as the Ascension Sutra that he practiced and the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Technique. There were not many choices for several families, and most of them were not from the human race. pass.

Several have also finalized their final choices.

The Sun Sutra, the Wheel and Sea Scroll, the Hengyu Sutra, the Palace Scroll, and the Guangming Sutra, the Four Poles Scroll.The first two are famous ancient scriptures of the human race. Although the latter was not pioneered by the human race, it can be practiced by some people with special physiques.

As for the Dragon Transformation Scroll, Holy Lord Wanchu did not choose, but changed it to another condition.

"There are also five incomplete ancient scriptures in the Wheel and Sea Scroll of the Taiyin Scripture."

Fu Jin was a little surprised, but when he saw what the Holy Lord Wanchu and the three princes were discussing with their spiritual consciousness, he had some guesses in his mind.

After countless years of inheritance, these families must have collected a lot of ancient scriptures, which may include complete volumes of imperial-level ancient scriptures from a certain secret realm.

I don’t know what Holy Lord Wanchu said, but the elders of the three families looked happy, and then they agreed, and the former made the decision.

"You can choose the Taiyin Sutra and the Wheel and Sea Scroll, but it is impossible to use the incomplete ancient sutra." Fu Jin shook his head.

Under his gaze, Holy Lord Wanchu took out a golden book from his sleeve, pushed it gently, and was pushed into Fu Jin's hand by an invisible force.

"My little friend, you might as well take a look at this thing first before talking about it."

As soon as Fu Jin's eyes fell on the golden book, his expression couldn't help but change.

The fragmentary volume of the "Xihuang Sutra", combined with the half volume he obtained from the Holy Land of Wanchu last time, is the complete chapter of the Four Extremes.

"This half-volume fragment of scripture has been kept in the Patriarch's Pavilion, and I found it not long ago.

"It should also come from the same place as a certain stolen monument with a human head and a dragon's body."

Holy Lord Wanchu's words cleared up his doubts. When he mentioned the "broken monument", the other party looked at it with deep meaning.

Although Fu Jin has completed the four volumes of the "Wa Huang Sutra", it is also a good thing to be able to complete the "Xi Huang Sutra".

"Three articles." Fu Jin agreed to the deal and put away the gold book.

"Deal." Holy Lord Wanchu smiled and signaled the three princes to each choose the remaining chapters, then continued:
"The things you want can be delivered to our station tonight. I hope you can bring these volumes of ancient scriptures with you when you come to our door."

The newly appointed Holy Lord Wanchu spoke very politely.

Fu Jin took a deep look at the other party and nodded in agreement.

"As long as there is no problem with what I want, the ancient scripture will naturally be handed over to a few people in its entirety."

The supreme elders of the three families couldn't help but smile at each other.

After careful calculation, several of them also had the inheritance of imperial-level ancient scriptures from the beginning of the Dao Palace to the perfection of transforming into a dragon.

Although these ancient sutras are pieced together, and some of them have limitations in practice, as long as they are passed down as the foundation of the sect, they will definitely be helpful to future generations of disciples.

Just like the great emperor who once emerged from Beiyuan, he forcibly found his own path by relying on several partial emperor-level ancient scriptures he obtained successively. He broke and then stood up, and finally reached the pinnacle.

Now the only thing left is the Sendai roll.

However, several holy masters have made concrete plans for the ancient scriptures in the Sendai secret realm, and secretly reached a plan that can shock the world.

Once they can succeed, the Eastern Wilderness Central Region will respect them.

"My friend, Fellow Taoist Chilong, please." The old Taoist from Daoyi Holy Land also smiled and invited the two of them to clink glasses.

After several exchanges of cups and cups, the four supreme Holy Masters left each other, waiting for the final conclusion of tonight's deal.

"There's something weird." Not only Fu Jin felt something was wrong, but Taoist Chilong was also full of suspicion.

But what exactly is wrong, I can't tell.

"Could he be here for you?" Chilong Taoist frowned and asked.

"No." Fu Jin shook his head:
"Probably not, and I always feel that these families are a little impatient for reconciliation."

It's like there are more important things to do.

Full of doubts, but unable to figure it out, I could only shake my head and wait for the time to come.

The night spreads and the stars are dotted.

The Holy City, which looks like a giant beast lying prone on the earth, is brightly lit both inside and outside, as bright as day.

Fu Jin and Taoist Chilong, led by the direct disciple of Wanchu Holy Lord, came to the residence of Wanchu Holy Land.

Compared with ancient aristocratic families like the Jiang family, the splendor and wealth are much inferior, and the palaces and temples reveal more of a simple charm.

The group of people came to the depths of the palace.

Pieces of Dao patterns gathered into a complex formation, flashing with a heart-stopping divine brilliance. Although not as powerful as the Emperor's pattern, it was still somewhat extraordinary. They were criss-crossed and connected into one, and a single move could move the whole body.

Chilong Taoist approached Fu Jin.

After passing the ten-mile long corridor, we arrived at a quiet bamboo forest, where the mist was thick, the bamboo leaves were fragrant, and the breeze blew, playing the sounds of nature, making the whole body and mind seem to have been baptized, clear and peaceful.

"Little friend, please." Wanchu Holy Lord Yuan Daoyi was already waiting here, making a generous gesture of invitation.

Following the point pointed by the other person's arm, Fu Jin saw the building placed in the bamboo forest.

It was a fairy palace the size of an ordinary palace. The whole body was carved from an unknown ancient jade. It was seamless and had a hint of purple, and the surrounding mist was dyed purple.

The purple air is hazy, like an emperor's noble atmosphere, but also like the misty and refined temperament of a banished immortal.

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Fu Xi Long Monument seemed to be sensing something, and woke up on its own without waiting for Fu Jin to call.

In the open space in front of the Immortal Palace, there are two unknown treasures placed.

One is like a dark boulder that is half of a cliff. All the light falling on it has lost its luster, and there is no flow of brilliance. It is as if it has been transformed into a black hole. Only when you look carefully can you see the deep sword marks on the stone.

On the right side stands an egg-shaped gray stone half a person's height. Just by placing it there, the stone blends in with the surrounding mist, bamboo forest, and soil, without any sense of obtrusion.

"The remaining eight ancient tablets of our sect are too large to be brought together." Holy Lord Wanchu opened his mouth and explained:
"But the Xuanyu Platform is ready. If you are willing, little friend, you can go to the mountain gate with me to watch."

"Okay." Fu Jin didn't care about these. At this time, his eyes were attracted by these three rare treasures.

"Time is precious, I want to gain enlightenment here."

"My little friend has a month."

Holy Lord Wanchu reminded, and then looked at Taoist Chilong:
"During this period of time, Daoist fellow Taoist Lao has been discussing mysteries with me."

"Easy to say." Chilong Taoist raised his eyebrows.

This was the first time that he sat down and discussed the Tao with the supreme Holy Lord of the human race.

After a few people left, formations of Dao patterns emerged in the bamboo forest, and the lingering mist enveloped the entire bamboo forest, making it difficult for outsiders to see through.

And Fu Jin also learned about the origin of this fairy palace from the mouth of the Dragon Monument God.

"This object should come from Kunlun."

Kunlun again.

"Did any immortals really live here?" Fu Jin walked into the so-called "immortal palace". It was empty, but there was a mysterious atmosphere lingering there.

The Dragon Monument did not answer, but went straight outside, scattering hazy green light and shining on the jade stone wall facing the main entrance.

The purple energy wandering around seemed to be inspired, and they converged towards that place, forming a vague purple air fairy shadow.

"Use the magic of mending the sky." The dragon tablet god reminded.

Fu Jin had a look of surprise on his face, but his movements were not slow. He came to the jade wall and sat cross-legged in front of the Purple Air Immortal Shadow, using this magical technique that was also related to Kunlun.

A bright fairy light suddenly shone on the body that deliberately restrained all the energy. The body was shrouded in mist, and there were vaguely mysterious runes circulating around it.

Fu Jin seemed to have turned into a son of the Dao at this moment, receiving the blessing of God. The essence of heaven and earth that permeated all directions was attracted to him, and they actively poured into his body. Some of the heaven and earth were even attracted and condensed around him. A series of colorful divine rings.

The shadow of the immortal formed by the purple energy was also attracted, and he slowly walked out from the jade wall, came to Fu Jin's body, and slowly sat down in the lotus position.

The two figures overlapped at this moment.

Fu Jin's body shook, and an inexplicable consciousness appeared in his heart. It did not contain any will or distracting thoughts. It just carried the imprint of a memory and turned into Dao runes, which appeared in his mind. .

This is a magical secret technique.

The specific grade is unknown, but in Fu Jin's feeling, it is no less than the emperor-level secret techniques such as the Huntian Sword Finger that he has mastered.

"The Purple Qi of the Beginning."

(End of this chapter)