The Immortal Way is Fierce

Chapter 1 Rebirth
A golden round sun, holding a pipa half-hiding its face, slowly poked its head out from the morning glow, and shed thousands of rays of light on the world, bringing life and light.

But what if...

What if...

There are three bright suns in the sky, which should not be a pleasant thing.

Zhang Jingyuan looked at his fair and tender hands, almost like a woman's. His imperial treasure glazed golden body could never look like this.

Looking up at the sky again, I saw those three conspicuous people who were acting recklessly and wanted to show off all their might. I felt speechless in my heart.

From the moment he opened his eyes a minute ago to now, the shit in Zhang Jingyuan's heart was like countless stars in the sky, and even more like thousands of troops galloping and trampling by.

If he hadn't recalled that he had been beaten to the point of death by the old demon without energy, his Taoist heart was wiped out, his divine fetus was shattered, and he would be absolutely dead from the inside out. In addition, after all, he is a person with a criminal record. When he saw this ghost in front of him, Scene, he really thought that he had fallen into an illusion created by some old Yinbi again.

"Seriously, why are you reborn? Wouldn't it be nice to be dead?"

Zhang Jingyuan sighed sincerely as he looked at the looming, densely flowing, mysterious light shield in the clouds, and the dozens of golden dragons outside the space that filled almost half of the field of vision, exuding dazzling light and majestic aura, winding and circling, waiting to land. road.

Assuming his memory is correct, this is his hometown after half an era, the Yunhai Galaxy and Yunhua Star.

After all, this kind of three-day sunrise scene would be fine if it were in the capital of the galaxy, but when placed on an eighteenth-line residential star like Yunhua Star, it is really quite an explosive existence. There are more than a dozen surrounding galaxies and thousands of residential stars. They are all unique to Scorpion Baba, and it is difficult for people to forget them.

Moreover, look at the crowds of people around, the crowds of people, and the innocent faces that are looking up stupidly, their eyes almost popping out of their heads without realizing it.

And the most important thing is the suspended formations at your feet and the mountain peaks thousands of feet below. The mountains are like a green python twisting and turning on the ground. Not far away, sometimes it blocks the sky and the sun, sometimes it's rolling tides, and sometimes it's surging clouds. , all corroborating the correctness of his memory.

"Brother Jing, what are you mumbling about? Look, the interstellar dragon is about to land!"

A strong force slapped him on the back, almost staggering him. Zhang Jingyuan looked helplessly at this young man who was very excited and had "never seen the world" written on his face.

"Brother Jing, this interstellar dragon is so big. A close encounter would be much more shocking than what we saw in the Jade Slip of Appearance before! If it hadn't been for this spiritual root test, we probably wouldn't have been able to get so close in our lives. to see an interstellar dragon.”

Thinking of this, Zhao Mingyang's expression suddenly dimmed.

But in the next moment, he cheered up, clenched his fist fiercely, and said decisively: "I have decided that after I graduate from the Craftsman Hall and find a job, I must save money to take a ride on the Interstellar Dragon and travel to Yunhe Star. . No, if you want to go, just go to Yunhaixing. Yunhexing and Yunhuaxing are both ordinary residential stars. There is no difference. It would be a waste to spend money to go there, and Yunhaixing is the capital..."

Zhao Mingyang chirped, his eyes getting brighter and brighter, and a blazing flame of hope seemed to ignite in his heart.

But just as his eyes swept to the front of the crowd, a group of boys and girls with delicate faces who seemed to have a faint spiritual energy lingering around them, wearing brocade clothes and jade robes, their tone instantly became low and bitter.

"But Brother Jing, tell me, if we were like those proud men of heaven, if we were born with four spiritual roots or even three spiritual roots, wouldn't we be unable to even sit on an interstellar dragon? Those heavenly and earthly treasures are so rare You can use the delicacies whenever you want and eat them whenever you want."

After a while of silence, Zhao Mingyang said slowly.

Seeing his playmate from the past life to the present changing his face in such an instant, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but roll his eyes. People say that girls are always wet with emotions, and this boy did not give in too much.

However, he felt that Zhao Mingyang seemed to have some misunderstanding about the world of cultivation.

The three or four spiritual roots are regarded as the proud sons of heaven and geniuses in cultivation. After all, Yunhua Star is just a residential star, and their real hometown, Yanyang City, is just one of dozens of cities scattered in Yunhua Star. It's normal to be a little shallow. After all, except for school teachers, we rarely see real practitioners in daily life.

But it is too much to think that three or four spiritual roots can bring treasures of heaven and earth, and rare delicacies can be used and eaten whenever you want. It is just like the peasants who think that the emperor also cultivates the land, but only uses a golden hoe. .

He had been around for more than half an era in his previous life. He was known as the True Monarch of Wudao, a man who wanted money so much that even the King of Hell did not dare to owe him money. His Excellency, the Archon of Xingyuan, no matter how he was ranked, he was ranked among the strongest men in the world of cultivation. He didn't fall to thirty, no, at least beyond fifty. Before he could reach this point, if the three or four spiritual roots wanted to do whatever they wanted, that was really nonsense.

"Yangming, do you think practicing Taoism is really that good?"

Looking at Zhao Mingyang, Zhang Jingyuan's eyes flashed with an inexplicable light.

"Okay, why not? If you can practice cultivation, first of all, your lifespan will be much longer. Three hundred foundations and five hundred golden elixirs. Even if it is just the initial Qi refining period, you can live a good life for two hundred years. Besides, in addition to the heaven After five years of decline, one can stay young forever in the last twenty or thirty years of one's life. Anyway, it is better than me, a useless spirit who cannot practice."

"Not to mention, cultivation can bring more powerful power, more resources, better enjoyment, and desires will be satisfied as much as possible..."

Listening to Zhao Mingyang's eloquent words, although Zhang Jingyuan smiled on the surface, he couldn't help but feel a trace of mourning in his heart.

Because he had seen this scene in his previous life.

In his previous life, he traveled through time, and Zhao Mingyang was one of his childhood friends, and he also benefited a lot from Mother Zhao, so he was naturally obliged to help Zhao Mingyang embark on the path of spiritual practice.

But it's a pity that the road to spiritual practice is not as easy as they imagined. Instead, it is a road of overcoming thorns and thorns, killing all the inner demons, and dying if you are not careful. With his help, Zhao Mingyang became a foundation-building true cultivator at the age of eighty. Although this achievement is nothing in the entire world of immortal cultivation, it can be regarded as a young and promising person in the Yunhai Galaxy, and he has the possibility of attacking the golden elixir. .

But just five years later, Zhao Mingyang died at the hands of a demon cultivator, and his soul was refined. He did not even live to the average life span of 120 years for ordinary people.

Even if he avenged Zhao Mingyang afterwards, smashed the demon cultivator's bones into ashes, put him into the soul refining lamp and tortured him for more than five thousand years, until the last trace of his soul was burned out, he still could not change the fact that Zhao Mingyang was dead, and he could not let Zhao's mother Weeping every night, the white-haired man sends the black-haired man away.

As he was talking, he suddenly realized that something was wrong with Zhang Jingyuan's expression. Zhao Mingyang suddenly shut up as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He had forgotten that his good brother, like him, had useless spiritual roots. At most, his spiritual roots were a little stronger than him. There were only two points of wood spiritual roots, but these two points had already determined that Zhang Jingyuan would not be able to cultivate the path to immortality.

I am now talking about the benefits of cultivating immortals. Isn't it adding to Zhang Jingyuan's heart?

Although according to regulations, every teenager can only know what kind of spiritual root he has when he takes the qualification test when he is sixteen years old, but in fact, how can he endure it for so long? Most people, when they are three or four years old, My parents took me to have my spiritual roots tested. After all, testing spiritual roots now is not as troublesome as it was in ancient times. Any small medical center can test my spiritual roots.

Therefore, the annual qualification test is not so much a critical moment that determines everyone's destiny and future, but it is more like a grand carnival of coming-of-age ceremony.

He didn't notice that everyone present was staring intently at the strangeness and excitement, and there was no sign of any nervousness.

"Brother Jing, if you don't practice, you won't practice. It doesn't matter. If you learn a skill from the Craftsman Hall, you can find a good job and live a happy life. And maybe, we can be reincarnated in the next life. Four spiritual roots or something.”

Zhao Mingyang laughed twice and hurriedly found some explanation.

Hearing this, Zhang Jingyuan curled his lips and smiled slightly: "Indeed, after learning a skill from the Craftsman Hall, you can find a good job and live a happy life."

He decided that Zhao Mingyang would walk his own path in this life. Maybe Zhao Mingyang would be happier like that.

After all, if Zhao Mingyang does not practice, he will most likely not encounter any major dangers as an ordinary person in this life. When the time comes, he can just give him some magic weapons and spiritual stones to live a plain and happy life. .

"By the way, Brother Jing, my dream is to graduate from the Craftsman Hall, find a good job, and travel to Yunhaixing on an interstellar dragon. What about your dream?"

Looking at Zhao Mingyang's sincere eyes, Zhang Jingyuan couldn't help but twitch his lips. He felt like he was facing Wang Banbi.

But to be honest, he has just been reborn. Five minutes ago, he was fighting to death with the demon clan’s bastard, one of the four giants of the demon clan, the spirit-grabbing old mother Qiu Daier, and the giant of the demonic path, Wuqi Old Demon. Would be able to have a fart dream.

But as soon as his thoughts changed, Zhang Jingyuan took a deep breath and looked far away, "My dream is to live freely."

"What kind of dream is this? We are not living very comfortably now."

Unexpectedly, Zhang Jingyuan actually told such a dream, Zhao Mingyang, the second monk, said strangely as if he was confused.

Zhang Jingyuan chuckled and did not intend to answer. After all, for the four words "freedom", ten thousand people would understand the word "freedom", and the freedom he understood was probably very different from the freedom Zhao Mingyang understood. Don't.

Well, live freely, Zhang Jingyuan nodded lightly.

Everything he pursued in his previous life, such as immortality, living as long as heaven, becoming the richest man in the world of cultivation, becoming a heavenly and human emperor, now looks like a passing cloud, and is simply ridiculous.

But the next moment, a thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Jingyuan's face fell instantly.

At this moment, five minutes after he was reborn, he suddenly thought of a question. Let’s not talk about those incredible dreams in his previous life, or whether he can live freely in this life. He just said that he is still a person now. With useless spiritual roots, he is not even qualified to enter cultivation...

And he realized that the sympathy in Zhao Mingyang's eyes and the words that it would be good to find a job out of the craftsmanship hall were co-authored to comfort him.

grandma's...

Not caring about vomiting more, Zhang Jingyuan frowned slightly and thought quickly.

Having a useless spiritual root and being unable to practice is a big problem. Although he feels that he has taken it lightly, it does not mean that he feels like a mortal, living a hundred and twenty years in an ordinary way, and then dying in peace. OK

Furthermore...

He is confident that Zhao Mingyang, as a mortal, can live a happy life only because of his protection, but it does not mean that the world is so peaceful that any mortal can live happily to the age of 120.

After all, whether it's monsters attacking the city, demons cultivating souls, or slaughtering the city to refine the flesh and blood elixir, it's nothing unusual.

Therefore, let alone what kind of heavenly spiritual roots you have become, it is absolutely imperative to turn yourself into the four spiritual roots and reluctantly embark on the path of cultivation. Otherwise, you cannot even guarantee your survival.

But how can I upgrade my waste spiritual roots to four spiritual roots in a short period of time?
Wait online, hurry!
(End of this chapter)