It’s too difficult to cultivate immortality, so I used a strange beast to clone myself into a Taoist

Chapter 129 The catastrophe of cultivating immortals, the sun and the moon destroying human life
  In the execution room, in addition to Ouyang Hong, there were also several code officials and interrogators.

Wang Shouren got the news and also came to listen.

The two were old friends, and after exchanging a few words, they sat back down.

Time passed, and there were footsteps outside the execution room.

Ouyang Hong raised his head, wanting to see what Li Qinglin, the man who dared to kill the imperial official in full public view, looked like.

Then he noticed something strange coming from his arms, and he quickly took it out.

Then he saw an orange-gold measuring stick, as smooth as jade, with scales on it.

At this moment, a halo of light emerged like a rising tide, rising to the scale representing cyan numerology, and then emitting a light cyan color.

Cyan numerology? !
  Ouyang Hongda was overjoyed. He didn't go around in circles, but unexpectedly he met another village in prison.

Who is it?

When Wang Shouren saw the life measuring ruler, he also looked surprised.

Ouyang Hong had more or less guessed about the purpose of his trip.

But I didn't expect that the green numerologist actually came from Feng County?

I just don’t know if it’s good or bad...

The two of them immediately looked outside the house.

Then he saw a young man wearing a Confucian scarf and t-shirt, with steady and powerful steps and piercing eyes, walking into the torture chamber one step ahead.

The pale green light of the measuring ruler fluctuated, casting a few haloes of light and drifting towards this person.

Wang Shouren stood up suddenly, with a look of astonishment on his face, and blurted out,

"Qing Jing? Is it you?!"

Ouyang Hong's eyes hesitated.
  "Brother Wang, do you know this person?"

Wang Shouren glanced at Li Qingjing, then at the measuring ruler, stabilized his mind, and introduced,

"This person is Li Qinglin's second brother and also my disciple. He just took part in the imperial examination this year and ranked first."

"Oh?"

When Ouyang Hong heard this, he felt that there was a gentle and elegant talent in the light green meaning. Ouyang Hong couldn't help but chuckled,

"Then I have to congratulate Brother Wang. I have found such a good disciple and can pass on the mantle."

Li Qinglin walked into the room and glanced at the life-meter. When he heard the conversation between Wang Shouren and Wang Shouren, his heart moved.

During the subsequent cross-examination, Ouyang Hong's focus was secretly on Li Qingjing.

The interrogation of Li Qinglin was just a formality.

Li Qinglin was so happy that he tried to reduce his sense of existence.

After a while, the interrogation ended and everyone left one after another.

Ouyang Hong found an excuse and invited Li Qingjing to talk in detail and go to a restaurant to have a drink.

Before leaving, Li Qingjing looked at Li Qinglin with questioning eyes.

Li Qinglin nodded silently.

……

Three days later, Ouyang Hong left for Feng County and returned to the state capital.

A few days later, Wang Shouren found Li Qinglin with a somewhat ugly expression.

"Some people above you were very upset about your execution of the imperial official. They criticized each other and were eventually sentenced to one year in prison."

"But in half a year, it will be the birthday of the Empress Dowager. The Empress Dowager has been fasting and chanting Buddha's name for a long time. In order to please her, the emperor will definitely grant a general amnesty. When the time comes, I will personally meet the saint and let you be released from prison early!"

After receiving this news, Li Qinglin seemed calm and calm.

After all, sitting in the sky prison, the Yin energy and evil energy are mixed up. For him, it is a way to use the spiritual stone to cover his eyes and ears while cultivating immortality.

As a spiritual warrior, it is not difficult for him to enter and exit the heavenly prison.

Although he noticed that there were several powerful auras deep in the Tianlao, they must be the government military attachés secretly guarding the Tianlao.

But judging from the strength of Qi, blood and soul, he is mediocre and even faintly weaker than Li Qinglin.

After all, Li Qinglin had almost reached the limit in all realms at Suojing Pass.

The physical strength is far beyond that of ordinary spiritual warriors.

So it's not difficult to slip under their noses.

and……

Recalling the various events in the city that Li Qingjing relayed recently, Li Qinglin had a vague premonition that a storm was coming.

……

Half a month later, outside Ximen in Feng County, hundreds of riders left the city overnight and headed towards Dahuang Mountain.

That night, the flames reached the sky, the martial arts master's roar was like thunder, his energy and blood soared into the sky, and the brilliant light was as bright as the day.

The next day, the families in the inner city brought back a large number of mutilated corpses from the wilderness, but they kept secret. The alliance secretly met, prepared their troops, and mobilized a large number of elites.

Going to Feng County, there was a rumbling wind, a curfew was banned, people's livelihood was in ruins, and the people walked around with a look of fear.

……

into the night.

In the prison, snoring could be heard everywhere.

But at some point, the snoring gradually stopped, as if an invisible hand was strangling the necks of the prisoners, causing them to breathe rapidly and turn purple.

Li Qinglin's eyes were tightly closed. The energy, blood, mana, and soul coexisted in his body, and his breath was uncontrollably exposed.

Immortal martial arts cannot be cultivated, that is, when mana, blood, and soul coexist in the body, they will compensate for each other and lock each other. Li Qinglin also wants to explore the mystery.

as predicted.

Dramatic changes were taking place in Li Qinglin's body at this moment.

The three forces intertwined and merged, containing secrets that Li Qinglin could not imagine. They fought and tolerated each other, like shackles, spreading inch by inch between Li Qinglin's limbs and bones.

Li Qinglin tried it, and sure enough, he felt a constraint, and the energy and blood in his body was much weaker than usual.

He tentatively practiced the Five Lao Qing Xin Ming and the Wood and Water Dual Yuan Sutra, and even felt a restless heart. He practiced for a long time without making any progress.

It was like there was an indestructible wall in front of him, blocking the way forward.

Li Qinglin took a long breath, melted away all his cultivation, and fell into the ordinary world.

He had a hunch that when martial arts and immortality coexisted, there might be many secrets hidden, but unfortunately, with his current strength and vision, he could not find out.

As Li Qinglin's cultivation level disappeared, the prisoners in the prison who were pressed down by ghosts gradually regained their composure.

At this moment, it is the twelfth lunar month of late autumn, and the night is quiet.

As time passed, suddenly gusts of cold wind blew from the flat ground in the prison, and a whimpering sound was heard as it slapped the bars.

"Ok?"

Li Qinglin's eyes were like lightning, and with his spiritual roots, he was already considered a psychic body.

At this moment, he looked around suddenly and saw that the depressing and lonely prison was filled with human-shaped black fog, and a pair of eyes exuded a faint light.

Some were hanging from the ceiling, and some were hiding behind the fence. Li Qinglin turned around suddenly and saw two ghost figures lying behind his own lotus.

covet,

Resentment, longing...

Those pairs of dark eyes were staring at Li Qinglin, as if they would pounce at any time.

"There are so many ghosts in this prison?"

Li Qinglin was not surprised. After all, over the years, as many as eight hundred people had died of unjust deaths and illnesses in prison.

Thinking about it, it was because he lost all his cultivation and became a mortal that he was targeted by these ghosts.

call……

A ghost shadow floated over, landed in front of Li Qinglin, and transformed into a woman.

The clothes may have been transformed by ghost mist, they are transparent and hazy, like plain clothes as thin as cicada wings.

You can almost see the important parts that are barely covered, twisting between the tube top and the small crotch, covering and revealing...

Her hair was wet with sweat and stuck tightly to her cheeks, making her look even more attractive against the white and rosy skin.

"Mr. Lang..."

A low and melodious voice came.

Li Qinglin was not afraid, but rather interested.

With a thought in his heart, he no longer transformed, and his martial arts cultivation filled his body.

His energy and blood gathered into his hands and he grabbed the ghost. The energy and blood met the Yin energy, making a gurgling sound like boiling.

Li Qinglin didn't say much, grabbed her and squeezed her hard!
  Following a shrill scream that seemed unbearable to be whipped, the ghost figure was suddenly shaken.

"You actually still collect essence? If you hadn't met me, in a few decades, a powerful ghost would have appeared in the prison."

Li Qinglin's energy and blood condensed into the edge of a sword, and with just a few sweeps, he crushed most of the ghosts in the prison.

Only a few relatively peaceful sluggish ghosts were left.

If he is still in Tianlao next summer, he can also use it as an air conditioner to relieve the heat.

Deep in the sky prison, a powerful aura appeared.

A look looked at Li Qinglin.

"The ghosts in the prison disturbed people so much that they couldn't sleep. Li did some cleaning. I guess senior doesn't care, right?"

Li Qinglin's calm voice came out.

The owner of that gaze was a little surprised, but he didn't expect that Li Qinglin would actually notice his presence.

He stared at Li Qinglin deeply, and then withdrew his gaze.

time flies,
  It's late at night.

Li Qinglin, who was on the straw mat, suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark room glowed with light.

He pinched the magic formula and turned the grass into a human being.

The mana in the body flows out continuously and converges on the straw man.

Then there was a flash of clear light, and the straw man transformed into Li Qinglin, sleeping on his side on the straw mat.

The art of knotting grass.

There are not many spells that can be cast at the first level of Qi training. Yang Jian, who was raised by Jasper Yuanchan, only taught a few techniques including the art of knotting grass and the art of clear wind.

The human form transformed by the art of knotting grass only has an appearance and does not contain any cultivation strength.

Li Qinglin looked at the straw man, and with a thought, the skin and flesh on the fingertips automatically broke open, squeezed out a drop of blood, and then reclosed and healed.

Blood was smeared on the straw man, and the golden light flickered and then fell silent.

The straw man is a bit more real, and exudes an aura that is not weak.

Li Qinglin nodded with satisfaction, gathered all his energy and blood, returned to the cold-blooded-withered wood state, and left the prison in a floating manner, heading towards the outer city.

The fog was heavy, and a heavy fog hung over the streets.

Shops ten steps away are almost invisible.

Li Qinglin was like a ghost, erratic and melting into the mist.

The wind is blowing fast and the cold wind is blowing on my face.

Li Qinglin thought of the newly learned Qingfeng Technique and couldn't bear it anymore, so he lost his martial arts skills and the magic power emerged in his body.

The effect of the Qingfeng Technique is to control the breeze, making oneself like a green leaf in the wind, increasing the speed of escape.

To be honest, the speed is actually not as fast as Li Qinglin's brute strength.

But...so handsome!
  The breeze came slowly, and a figure floated over. The wind was light and the clouds were light. This is the standard configuration for immortal cultivators.

But that was the moment when the magic power emerged.

The faint moonlight passed through the fog and lightly sprinkled on Li Qinglin.

Li Qinglin suddenly felt a chill emerging from his heart and pouring into every corner of his body.

Something seemed to be passing by quickly.

He raised his head in astonishment and felt that the soft moonlight was so dazzling.

Those rays of light seemed to be a sharp sword thrust into his heart!
  【Shouyuan-1】

【Shouyuan-1】

【Shouyuan-1】

Li Qinglin's martial arts realm has broken through to the point of cultivating the spirit, and he also practices qi and immortality.

The lifespan has greatly increased to one hundred and twelve. The lifespan of an ordinary person who has perfected Qi training is only one hundred and fifty-six years. The lifespan of a foundation-building practitioner will be doubled, with a lifespan of three hundred.

But at this moment, as Li Qinglin came into contact with the moonlight, his lifespan was gradually reduced. Just a few breaths were shortened by several days.

Is this awkward?
  Still can’t see the light?

He seemed to see the top of his head, frantically flicking the prompts for deducting health points.

Li Qinglin was horrified. He suddenly thought of something and immediately transformed himself into an immortal. He turned to martial arts again.

Suddenly, the decline in Shouyuan stopped.

The moonlight also returned to softness.

He was a little confused.

"Could this be a disaster?"

It has been more than a month since he broke through to the first level of Qi training. In fact, he has been wondering why he is in trouble in cultivating immortality at the level of Qi training.

Unexpectedly, it came true just after leaving the prison.

"What a calamity this is. Exposure to moonlight will shorten your lifespan. What about sunlight? The dark prison has become your own shelter.

Hiss... the sun and the moon come to fry human life? "

Li Qinglin was a little helpless.

The only thing that makes me happy is that this disaster is relatively obvious, and it is not related to my state of mind or destiny.

If he is like the Liquan Taoist, his calamity is still uncertain, he has perfected his Qi training, and he still doesn't know where his calamity lies, and he is stuck in front of the foundation building for life and death, which will be in trouble.

Li Qinglin thought for a moment, then suppressed his sadness and moved forward.

After all, the wind is high and the fog is thick tonight, which is a good time to kill.

(End of this chapter)