Immortality, starting from the heaven and earth

"A magic weapon, a magic weapon, or a magic weapon!"

In the room, following the penetrating moonlight, a trace of cold sweat suddenly oozes from the forehead of the monk surnamed Fang.

He was very happy, but so happy that he was afraid.

I wanted to come here to get more of the fine wine I had tasted before, but I never expected that I missed a magic weapon.

It would be fine if it was just a magic weapon. When his eyes fell on the bookshelf, he was surprised to find that those seemingly ordinary paintings were actually magic weapons.

The inkstone on the desk was even more outrageous, reaching the level of a magic weapon.

It may be accidental to have one or two, but so many instruments are all piled up in this room...

This is absolutely no accident.

At this moment, the monk surnamed Fang, the initial disdain in his heart still disappeared, and what was left was only deep fear.

The real owner of this house is absolutely extraordinary, most likely an old monster hiding in the world of mortals.

"Go, go quickly."

Thinking in this way, the monk surnamed Fang hurriedly walked out of the house.

However, he had just left the room, and when he was about to go away, he saw a half-white old man in a white gown appearing in the courtyard.

The old man looked awakened, and the monk surnamed Fang could even see the tired look on his face.

"It must be that I was shocked by the magic weapon in the room just now, and leaked a trace of breath, which alarmed this mortal."

Thinking of this, the face of the monk surnamed Fang became ugly, and he heard the mortal on the opposite side speak after hesitating for a while.

"Your Excellency wants to leave without asking. If this is the case, it will be difficult for Lin to confess to the owner of this place."

"What do you want sir?"

Hearing this, monk surnamed Fang's face darkened, and he asked.

"Keep what you take, or give gold and silver."

"That's all..."

The eyes of monk surnamed Fang moved.

"That's all."

Lin Yi said calmly.

"This is a thousand taels of silver, it should be able to offset the price."

"not enough."

Facing the eyes of the monk surnamed Fang, Lin Yi said.

"This can only buy one painting."

"Since that's the case..."

Hearing these words, the gaze of the monk surnamed Fang became extremely cold after pondering for a moment.

"Then you go to die!"

In an instant, a cold ice blade roared out of the hands of the monk surnamed Fang, and rushed directly towards Ji Dong.

"Ka Ka Ka!"

In just the blink of an eye, in the eyes of monk surnamed Fang, the mortal man, whose body was filled with decay, turned into a lifelike ice sculpture.

"A mere mortal is so greedy."

"Why do you have to do this, you only need to pay an extra thousand taels of silver, or just take one of the items, so why kill people?"

Just as the monk surnamed Fang was about to leave, a plain voice suddenly came.

As the words fell, the monk surnamed Fang saw the mortal who should have been turned into an ice sculpture, but was still standing in the distance without hindrance.

"This is……."

"Misunderstandings are all misunderstandings, senior."

Seeing this scene, the pupils of the monk surnamed Fang suddenly shrank, and he begged for mercy loudly.

But the moment he turned around, his whole body was frozen in place, and he completely lost consciousness.

"Lin, it's been several years since he killed anyone, hey!"

Seeing the soul of the monk surnamed Fang, Lin Yi sighed helplessly, and immediately started searching for the soul.

In fact, it wasn't that there were no monks who strayed into his place these years.

But except for a few who were willing to put down their gold and silver to buy magic weapons, or pleaded guilty and left, no one had ever risen violently like the monks in front of them.

"If you change to other places, you may be able to continue to pretend, but here Lin has cast an illusion, and this illusion can affect the monk's nature.

Therefore, you, who should have continued to be cautious, failed to continue to be cautious. "

After waving his hands and turning the body of the monk surnamed Fang into ashes, Ji Dong returned to his own environment and began to sleep like ordinary people.

Thirty years.

In the past thirty years, he has been slowly aging like a mortal.

But under the body that seems to be getting old, there are the cultivation base of Yuan Ying's peak, and the three ways of artistic conception that he has mastered over the years.

The artistic conception of emotion, this environment comes from the seven emotions and six desires, but wherever the artistic conception is shrouded, whether it is a monk or a mortal, they will respect the most primitive seven emotions and six desires.

The artistic conception of true and false, this state can reverse the true and false.

It may be a little mysterious to say so.

In short, as long as his cultivation level is not higher than that of Ji Dong, or his true and false artistic conception cannot be broken, then Ji Dong is invincible in the place where the artistic conception is shrouded.

As for the last artistic conception, it is the artistic conception of illusion.

This kind of artistic conception is similar to the true and false artistic conception, but it is another limit, a pure illusion.

It can be said that, throwing away the few spiritual objects left, Ji Dong can step into the realm of transforming gods as long as he wants to.

"It's just that something is missing after all."

Before going to bed, Ji Dong thought to himself.

Apart from the three artistic concepts that he has already mastered, Ji Dong still feels that he is still a little bit short of the causal artistic conception that he is currently comprehending.

He could feel that the more ways of artistic conception he mastered under Huashen, once he stepped into Huashen, it would be of great benefit to him.

This kind of reason without any basis, but for Ji Dong, it is an extremely affirmation.

After all, at his level of cultivation, what he pursues is no longer pure transformation of spirit.

From the memory of the monk surnamed Fang, Lin Yi knew that the world of cultivating immortals seemed not to be peaceful recently, and suspected that there might be a war in the world of cultivating immortals in the near future.

The reason for this is mainly because there are already many places that have been eroded by the evil spirit.

In these lands eroded by the evil spirit, all living things are extinct.

The methods are so vicious that the monk surnamed Fang suspects that someone in the magic way is practicing kung fu.

For this reason, whether it is Tianjimen or other nearby sects, they are sending monks from all walks of life to search around.

The reason why the monk surnamed Fang appeared here was not because he was also assigned, but simply because he didn't want to be sent to death as cannon fodder.

Therefore, he chose to take refuge in the country of Zhao, which has not had any accidents so far.

After all, Tianji Sect claims to count the secrets of the sky, and whenever the monks of the magic way appear in the territory of Zhao State, they will be deduced by the people of Tianji Sect immediately.

"Thirty years ago, when I was in Tiannanhai City, I heard that the world of cultivating immortals in Tiannan is not peaceful, but these have nothing to do with me.

Even if it was a battle in the world of cultivating immortals, it had nothing to do with Lin.

If a big war really broke out, it would be a good time to take this opportunity to learn more about Yuhua Xianzong and that Fengxian. "

Thinking like this, Ji Dong fell into sleep completely.

When people are old, if they go to bed late, it will be very bad.

...

A few days later, early in the morning.

"Mr. Lin, I have pancakes that just came out. Would you like to try them? It's delicious to eat wontons with a pancake."

"Mr. Lin, I made the deep-fried dough sticks you mentioned before. Would you like to try it and see if it tastes like this?"

...

When Ji Dong stepped out of the gate, the crowds on both sides of the street recommended their own products or food as if they were offering treasures.

Regarding these, Lin Mou also showed others with a smile.

After staying here for a long time, I watched those familiar faces improve their lives and get better and better.

This made him gradually forget about the matter that the immortal cultivator disrupted the situation before.

"Mr. Lin, you're here to drink again, the shopkeeper..."

At noon, a group of drinking buddies in Baiyun Restaurant were greeting each other, and suddenly looked at Lin Yi who was about to enter, stood outside the door, and looked at the blue sky.

"You guy, it must be your talk that made Mr. Lin angry."

"Mr. Lin is so open-minded, how can he stop because of your words and mine? There must be other changes. Go out and have a look."

Saying that, a group of acquainted drinking friends came outside the restaurant.

"This is……"

Just looking at it, everyone's pupils suddenly shrank, and an indescribable tremor roared at this moment.

... (end of this chapter)