Leisurely cultivating life

Chapter 801 The Quiet Boy Who Can Live For 30 Years

In an instant, scenes of memories hidden deep in the blood emerged.

As a descendant of the phoenix and standing at the pinnacle of the mortal world, the golden-feathered youth has already fully discovered the advantages of his own bloodline.

But among the memory images that surfaced at this moment, some of them he had seen before, but some of them were unknown to him.

He was very surprised, even a little frightened.

In order to become an immortal, he had already shed his physical body, and now only the dharma body remains, which can be said to have completely separated from the original body.

Although the image of the golden divine bird is still maintained, it is only the original habit.

The reality and the past have been broken long ago. Logically speaking, it should be impossible to see these things again, but now they seem to be connected again.

The meaning it represented made him frightened, thinking that his method of deep sleep had been broken.

Speaking of which, as a descendant of the True Spirit Phoenix, he has an incomparably powerful innate advantage.

Born with great supernatural power, although it is not as good as the innate true spirit, the difference between the two is also limited.

The ancestor bird in his lineage, the earliest golden bird, existed in ancient times, even earlier than the gods.

But even so, when he reached the Heavenly Court of the ancient monster race, he underwent a series of changes, and he died in the passage of time.

Although the descendants of later generations can also inherit their abilities, they are only passed down from generation to generation, but they are gradually declining.

By the time of his generation, his natural supernatural powers had become very weak, and because of his great humanity, he was accepted as a mount by a human power and guarded the gate for him.

Fortunately, he has some intelligence, and some opportunities, that human race power died for some reason, he took the opportunity to escape, and after a lot of hard work, he finally became the pinnacle of the mortal world.

It's just that after that, no matter how he practiced, he couldn't step into that fairy gate.

By chance, he obtained the method of deep sleep. Although this method has great side effects, but because of his attachment to the upper realm, he still gritted his teeth and resolutely practiced this method, and he has survived to this day.

And the reason why it is not very famous in the world, apart from being low-key, is also because after practicing the method of deep sleep, no matter how much it is practiced, its fighting ability will inevitably decline.

But no matter what, this method of deep sleep is the only reliance for him to survive until now, so he can't help but pay attention to it.

After some inspections, he finally calmed down, and the effect of the method of deep sleep still existed in him.

However, what made him a little weird was that he found that with this golden bead, his fighting ability had recovered a bit, and he also possessed some supernatural powers of his ancestors.

He could feel that his combat power at this moment had probably returned to the time when he did not practice the method of deep sleep, and there would be a big increase in the future, which really surprised him.

After the joy, the golden feather boy's eyes gradually became sharper.

Now that you have benefited, you have to do things well.

The owner of the letter can restore his fighting ability, so he can naturally peel it off.

……

Fengshen Realm.

Somewhere in the unknown sky, a mountain that is neither high nor short.

This mountain is not high, but it is full of beautiful spirits. It gathers the inspiration of a land and land here. The spiritual spring hangs down on it, and the rainbow hangs in the sky. You can see the little people in the form of spiritual grass running all over the mountains and plains.

On the top of the mountain, there is a forest of green bamboos, and a young man sits cross-legged outside the bamboo forest.

His long hair hangs down his shoulders, he is plump and handsome, and his somewhat thin body exudes majestic strength.

"The war is on."

The young man's eyes were bright, as if he saw the great battle taking place in the Shang Dynasty far away, and he was eager to try.

He has been sitting here for a long time.

Call ~
The young man got up and walked into the bamboo forest.

This bamboo forest stretches for ten miles, and is nourished and irrigated by endless inspiration. Every green bamboo is full of greenery.

Just a piece of bamboo leaf, placed outside, is a treasure that can be snapped up by countless monks.

But the young man turned a blind eye to this, and walked through the bamboo forest with ease. In front of him, there were three bamboo houses lined up. There were streams, trees, and fences, and a few chickens were walking leisurely.

There was a handsome and quiet young man, about fifteen or sixteen years old, who was carefully taking care of an old tree that seemed to be dying.

"Brother."

The young man called out, "Is Master still retreating?"

The young man's name is Anwen, he is very famous and quiet, and he looks very quiet.

A pair of big eyes are extremely pure, like an ignorant child.

He is his elder brother, but he is extremely dissatisfied with his master temperament.

The young man once wondered if the elder brother was a romantic debt left by his master outside.

Even now, he has never let go of this doubt.

It's just that he didn't dare to say it out loud, although his eldest brother may seem very quiet, but his fighting ability once made him doubt his life.

In an understatement, he lost, and he lost so quickly that he didn't even have a breath, and he didn't even know how he lost.

"Well, the master is still retreating inside."

Anwen put down the hoe in his hand, he was repairing the old tree.

"Brother..."

The young man watched his elder brother repair the tree with a hoe, the corner of his mouth twitched, he wanted to say something but stopped in the end, he just sighed and said in a very cautious tone: "I want to go out for a while."

He can't sit still, and his path of cultivation is also in the midst of a battle.

Naturally, he didn't want to miss the battle that was happening in the great sky of the Shang Dynasty at this moment, and wanted to go for a walk.

He is different from his senior brother, he just sits in meditation and breaks through after closing it, which is unreasonable.

"No, Master said before the retreat that you will not be allowed to go down the mountain."

Anwen shook his head, holding a hoe in his hand, and said very seriously.

"However, the master said that if the younger brother wants to go down the mountain, he only needs to fight with me and survive the five breaths."

Seeing the serious look of his elder brother, the young man's face darkened, "Senior brother..."

Although he is aggressive, he doesn't like being abused.

"Master also said that when the gourd vine is ripe, you can go down the mountain."

Anwen put down the hoe again and pointed to a calabash vine next to him.

"Gourd vine."

The young man looked up to the sky and sighed, he hoped that the calabash vine would mature, it would be better to hope that he could survive five breaths of time under the hands of his senior before it matured.

However, he still looked at it with a glimmer of hope, maybe it was... familiar.

I saw a gourd vine growing between the bamboo forest and seven small gourds of different colors hanging on the gourd vine, which looked like they had mutated.

It looks a bit strange, but this gourd vine is very unusual. It is rooted in this earth, but it is connected to an unknown power.

At a glance, one can even see a looming space on the densely packed vine leaves.

"This is what the ancestor left for the honored master to take care of. The congenital gourd vine, look, that gourd glowing red is the famous gourd that was once in the hands of the ancestor, and now it has been remade."

Anwen pointed to the yellow-skinned gourd that was glowing red, and said solemnly: "30 years ago, Master gave him to me. We have to wait until this gourd matures before we can go down the mountain."

"Senior brother." The young man stood beside Anwen with a faint tone.

"What's the matter? Junior brother, you don't look very good."

"It's okay, I just... admire you, brother!"

Buzz! ! !
At this moment, the two of them suddenly heard a loud noise, and their hearts were shocked.

Immediately, his eyes turned to the source of the loud noise.

On the gourd vine, the yellow-skinned gourd glowing red seemed to have been stimulated by something, it was very restless, bouncing and bouncing, and there was a huge roaring sound like the opening of the world .

At the same time, an endless force of killing and killing almost burst out.

"Is the gourd ripe?" This is the reflection of Anwen's heart at the moment. It is pure joy. After taking care of it for 30 years, it has finally matured. How can there be no joy!

"It, it... is finally ripe!" This is the reflection of the young man's heart at this moment. He can finally go out, but after staying here for 1000 years, he feels that his whole body is rusted and his body is weak.

The next moment, I saw a white palm protruding out, pinched the Immortal-Cut Gourd in the palm, and plucked it from the gourd vine.

"Monster, let me down quickly."

At this time, a villain wearing a red bellyband appeared on the Zhanxian gourd, with a white and tender face flushed with anger, struggling desperately.

It's just that no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't get rid of that palm.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Anwen and the young man bowed to the bamboo house in the middle.

Call ~
The bamboo house door opened.

A middle-aged man dressed in white paced out of the bamboo house with his right hand holding the ever-vibrating Zhanxian gourd.

After seeing the middle-aged man in white clothes, the villain in the red bellyband smelled a familiar smell. He was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to remember something. He straightened his face, put his waist, and shouted: "Stinky boy, what's the matter?" Let go of Patriarch quickly!"

"Senior, please feel free."

The middle-aged man in white raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and slowly let go of his palms, allowing the little man in the red pocket to soar into the sky, and then said casually.

"Master just sent a letter asking about senior's condition."

Master? !
As soon as the little man in the red pocket flew three feet, his body froze.

Immediately, with a dejected expression on his face, he fell directly onto the palm of the middle-aged man in white.

"If that's the case, I have to trouble Senior to accompany my two disciples down the mountain."

The middle-aged man in white had a gentle smile on his face, "If you think about it, senior won't refuse, right?"

Saying that, without waiting for the villain in the red pocket to react, he tossed it lightly and tossed it to Xiao Anwen.

The yellow-skinned gourd moved slightly, and then silently let Anwen take it in his hand.

"Thank you, Master."

Anwen looked at the yellow-skinned gourd in his hand and touched it back and forth. He was a little quiet, but he still had feelings for this little gourd that he had taken care of for 30 years.

Because this is the only spiritual plant he has supported for so many years.

"Master, can the disciple go down the mountain?"

The young man's expression brightened. To him, getting him down the mountain was the biggest thing.

"You can go down the mountain."

The middle-aged man in white nodded, "Go, go, you can go wherever you want."

He waved his hand, disgusted.

Anwen and the young man bowed down, and immediately prepared some foreign things, and went down the mountain.

Watching the two disciples go down the mountain, the eyes of the middle-aged man in white were indifferent, and there was a faint trace of terrifying fluctuations in them.

At this moment, it was not yet time for him to close the net, it would be better for Lei Ting to sweep all the holes.

Master set up this world, and finally attracted the attention of all parties, so naturally this effort cannot be wasted.

At the same time, in the heavens of the world and the human world, there are figures stepping into the Conferred God Realm.

"It's time to move. After so many years, my bones are going to rust!"

In a palace, a majestic man stood up and stretched his muscles.

"The innate god position... Hey! I don't know how many people there are!"

With a hint of expectation on his face, the big man pushed open the gate of the palace, and strode out with a big ax on his shoulder.

After a while, a stream of light pierced the sky and disappeared.

Not only this one, many figures are heading towards the Great Heavenly Battlefield of the Shang Dynasty in the Fengshen Realm sooner or later.

……

Boom! ! !
The shouts of killing shook the sky, the flames of war spread throughout the Shang Dynasty, and strong men were fighting to the death.

The land was shattered, but it returned to normal under a mysterious force.

At this time, the battlefield of Shang Dynasty Datian was no longer limited to Qishan Pass, and in addition to Dashang and Xiqi, some cultivators with extraordinary backgrounds also participated.

As well as those players with low cultivation bases but the most brave and fearless players, they all hold the idea of ​​killing a blood to make money, and they will not lose money if they die.

There are also those masters who came from all directions to join the battlefield.

The complexity of the battle situation is unimaginable, and at the same time it is a tragic mess.

Qishan Pass, the place where the initial battle was fought, has been completely wiped out, and even the mysterious power of restoration seems to have given up on it.

"Roar!!!"

Not far from the battlefield of Qishan Pass, a huge four-legged beast roared to the sky.

Boom! ! !
The space is broken, and the aftermath of terror spreads.

The four-legged beast seemed to be enraged, extremely ferocious, surrounded by black mist, countless cultivators died under the minions, setting off an endless wind, blowing countless players away.

"A mere rat, dare to seek my treasure."

On top of the four-legged beast, a silver-haired young man with a livid complexion.

"Cough cough!"

Not far away, a cultivator vomited blood, his face was miserable, and he shouted: "Be careful, Chao Ru and the others died in the hands of these Xiao Xiao!"

The cultivator was very nervous, and he didn't care about his injury, anyway, he could be resurrected.

What he is most nervous about at the moment is the treasure in the hands of the silver-haired young man. During these days of the war, he doesn't know if it's because they are on the side of the big merchants and have been besieged by countless players.

The companion has been besieged countless times and cannot be resurrected for the time being.

Right now, there are only him and the silver-haired young man. If they both confess, the treasure will be easily lost.

"Don't worry, some rats in the area can't do anything to me!"

On top of the four-legged alien beast, the silver-haired young man's eyes were cold, and as soon as the alien beast stepped into the void, it killed countless players who swarmed in.

"Kill, he has Dongsheng Dashang's Yuji tripod on him, they are the only two people, kill them, grab Yuji tripod!"

"kill!!!"

At this moment, countless players looked at the silver-haired youth with red eyes.

Yuji Ding, this is a treasure that they usually dare not even think about, and even touching it is an extravagant hope.

And now, they have a good chance of owning such a treasure.

(End of this chapter)