Seeking Immortals

In the spring of the tenth year of Xianwu, outside the northern border of Daqian, a valley fell.

The 50,000 army is ready to go, and is lined up outside the valley; thousands of dead soldiers in black robes and masks are scattered at the mouth of the valley, with cold eyes.

"This is the ancient tomb of immortality you mentioned?" Yang Yingyao pointed to a low place in front of a high point on a mountain, and Wu Yilian and three other innate masters stood beside her.

Last fall, Wu Yi broke into the Daqian Palace overnight and proposed to cooperate in finding immortals. Yang Ying thought about it and finally agreed.

There is nothing to be found in Dagan, so Yang Ying can only look abroad.

Later, three other congenital masters came to Dagan. The five of them had the same ambition and wanted to seek immortality in this age of weak spirits!

For this reason, in the early spring of this year, Yang Ying mobilized 50,000 armored elites and all the dead who were looking for immortals, and pressed against the ancient tomb of the immortal way that Wu Yilian pointed to.

"That's right, it's right here," Wu Yilian nodded and said, "I've explored this ancient tomb a long time ago. There should be some monks buried under it, guarded by refining corpses. A few fellow Taoists and I can't resist it."

"However, the team of dead warriors who have spent ten years of training by Grandmaster Yang can clean up corpses without any problem."

Low-level monks are still unable to suppress an organized mortal army by one person, especially when there are still a large number of martial arts dead in the mortal army.

The same goes for low-level corpse refiners.

"I don't want to see too many casualties among the soldiers. If I dig the grave later, I will charge forward, and you have to go too. If the army does not retreat, you are not allowed to retreat." Yang Ying said lightly.

"Grandmaster Yang really deserves to be a king who loves the people," Wu Yilian said with a free and easy smile, "Okay!"

Following the order of the grave-digging army, tens of thousands of troops were mobilized in an instant, with five innate masters sitting in front.

Roar!

When the ancient tomb was dug, there was a roar, and more than a dozen corpses rushed out of the ancient tomb, trying to tear apart the soldiers who were digging.

"Evil barrier, don't dare!" Yang Ying took the lead, gathered her innate qi, and slashed at the corpse with a sword.

Bang Dang, the sound of metal clashing sounded, and one arm of the refining corpse was cut off.

The emperor is still fighting the enemy bravely, and the soldiers dare not lag behind.

A death-defying battle broke out, and then ended in an instant. The ancient tomb was swept away, and thousands of soldiers died.

Looking at the corpses all over the ground, Yang Ying said with dim eyes: "If I die for my own selfishness, I will treat your family members generously."

As soon as Yang Ying finished speaking, he saw three black-haired Taoists coming out of the coffin from the tomb. The three of them stood in the air, and one of them, a monk with a slender brow and sharp face, scolded: "Who are you? Covenant, harass us sleeping monks without authorization!"

Yang Ying was about to ask about the magic of immortality, but Wu Yilian said loudly: "The cultivator is here, at the moment when he is the weakest, and his cultivation has not yet recovered. Kill three people to get the magic of immortality, kill!"

Wu Yilian yelled, tens of thousands of troops and dead soldiers moved together, and the sword rain swung straight at the three sleeping monks.

A tragic battle broke out in the Luoya Valley, blood flowed all over the place, and all the flowers that bloomed in early spring were dyed red. In the end, the army suffered more than 10,000 casualties, and more than half of the thousands of dead soldiers died. Staying, one person fled with a broken arm.

All the inheritance of immortality in the ancient tomb was excavated. Yang Ying was covered in blood. She glanced at the Immortal Law Luoyun Sutra in her hand, and then at the corpses all over the mountain. She didn't know whether she was happy or sad.

"Haha, this is the fairy fruit that I found in the early years that can increase internal strength. Grandmaster Yang, come and have a look." Wu Yilian greeted him while holding a box of vermilion fruit and laughed.

Yang Ying took a piece of fruit and swallowed it into her stomach, she saw that her inborn bottleneck was loosened, and her internal strength broke her innate limit.

After swallowing a vermilion fruit, Wu Yilian said: "It is recorded in the tomb that this is the condensed vermilion fruit, which was specially prepared by the sleeping monks here for the purpose of quickly recovering the cultivation level after waking up. I will take it and greatly increase the speed of cultivation. .”

...

After excavating the ancient tomb, Yang Ying and others repaired it on the spot and switched to the immortal method. The army was replenished and the number was restored to 50,000.

Three months later, all five of Yang Ying set foot on the Immortal Dao and went straight to the second level of Qi Refining.

Afterwards, the army returned to Qianjing.

After Yang Ying returned to Beijing, she visited Li Qing immediately, but Li Qing disappeared behind closed doors.

Yang Ying didn't get annoyed, she just said: "Without Uncle Li's help, I can still find the immortal law, practice all the way, pay attention to myself and not others, man will conquer the sky."

Three years later, with the help of Dening Zhuguo, Yang Ying and Wu Yilian all reached the third level of Qi Refining.

When digging the graves of the five masters, one died in Luoya Valley.

At this time, the condensed vermilion fruit was exhausted, and the four found that they could not improve their cultivation by absorbing the spiritual energy from the outside world.

Yang Ying finally faced the era of spiritual weakness!

"Is this what Uncle Li said about spiritual weakness?" Yang Ying sensed the thin spiritual energy in the outside world, and knew that she had no chance to break through the fourth level of Qi refining just by swallowing this spiritual energy.

Feelings of frustration, powerlessness, and despair permeated Yang Ying.

"No wonder Uncle Li once said that if I stay in the capital with peace of mind, he will give me a Qi refining method that can be cultivated to the third level of Qi refining. Uncle Li has seen everything through."

Yang Ying lamented and asked herself: "If I listen to Uncle Li's words, I can also cultivate to the third level of Qi refining, and there won't be so many innocent soldiers dying. Am I...wrong?"

"No, I'm not wrong!"

Yang Ying's expression was shocked suddenly: "Cultivation is difficult in the age of weak spirits. Uncle Li told me earlier that God let me be born in the age of weak spirits and let me know the way of immortality. I just want to seek immortality in the age of weak spirits!"

"My heart will not change, and I will devote myself to the Tao!"

"There is no way, I also want to embark on a path of cultivating immortals for the weak!"

Looking back on the road of invincible killing she has traveled, Yang Ying's eyes are firm, and there are many setbacks along the way, all of which she has stepped on.

...

"There is no way, but we have to embark on a path of spiritual cultivation?" In the dark, Li Qing walked through the Dagan Palace, listening to Yang Ying's words, he couldn't help talking to himself.

"Is this possible?"

Li Qing recalled that at the beginning, hundreds of Dachuan monks used to save their lives to farm and cultivate immortals, but that was only a stopgap measure. Family cultivation, in a short period of time, was a complete scam.

Farming and cultivating immortals is not ordinary, let alone seeking longevity, it is just a way to suck blood and survive the world.

What would happen if someone could really embark on a path of cultivation for the weak?

Li Qing looked down at the ground, faintly realizing.

He feels that this is extremely important, it seems to be a real observation of the ground, and it seems to be a sign of human sympathy.

Li Qing's eyes flickered, and he realized: "This is a hole method!"

"It is not within the three methods mentioned by Mu Jianqiu, but it is worse than the last method. It can be called the ultimate method, and it is not as good as the method of the relationship between heaven, earth and human beings mentioned by Ming Youzun."

"If I understand this method, I may take it a step further and reach the sympathy between heaven, earth and people!"

When Li Qing thought about it, he realized that he couldn't do it.

How can one step out of the road of cultivating immortals in the age of spiritual weakness?

You can't do it with your body.

Could it be that he wants to create a brand-new method that is different from the immortal way, this method does not depend on aura, no matter whether it is weak or powerful?

Not to mention that Li Qing is only in the late Yuanying stage and has lived for more than two thousand years, even if his realm is a few levels higher and he lives for tens of thousands of years, he may not be able to do it.

Li Qing knew that today Yang Ying would face the era of spiritual frailty, so he entered the palace once, but he didn't think that he would gain some insight into the method of the hole, and realize the ultimate method, so he couldn't help saying: "Yang Ying is not bad."

After Li Qing quietly left, Wu Yilian went into the imperial palace to find Yang Ying, and said, "Master Yang, can you feel the pain of the age of weak spirits?"

"Naturally." Yang Ying had regained her senses, her eyes were full of seeking truth, and she asked, "What's your solution?"

Wu Yilian said with a smile: "I know that in the age of spiritual weakness, one can also step out of the upper realm of immortality. There are two methods. One is to coax low-level monks into farming to raise spiritual rice. We, like monks, use spiritual rice to cultivate."

"The second is to collect the spiritual objects left over from the Lingsheng era."

"How do you say it?" Yang Ying was slightly pleased.

Wu Yilian immediately explained about life-saving farming.

"It's a good way!"

Yang Ying's eyes lit up, and she thought to herself: "Uncle Li also said that it is not possible to seek immortality in the age of spiritual weakness. Isn't this the way to seek immortality? I raise dead soldiers in the army, so it's the same to use these dead soldiers to farm?"

"All the way to the immortal way, if you are capable, you can conquer the sky, and the weak spirit cannot limit us!"

Wu Yilian also explained: "For those who are weak and lack the qualifications of spiritual roots, if they want monks to save their lives and farm, they need a large number of sub-spiritual roots to cultivate immortals. These sub-spiritual roots are buried deep in ancient tombs in various places. Not enough."

"Also, a large number of spiritual objects will also be unearthed from ancient tombs."

"If Grandmaster Yang wants to seek immortality for the weak, he should prepare a large number of armies to rejuvenate the country and dig out ancient tombs of immortality in various places."

"No!" Yang Ying refused straight away. The battle in the valley is still vivid in his mind. How dangerous it is to dig an ancient tomb. Corpse refining and sleeping monks are very powerful. If something goes wrong, millions of soldiers will die. , is not enough to fill.

Wu Yilian smiled wryly: "This is the only way. If Grandmaster Yang doesn't want to, he can only take the way of sleeping and waiting for the world, swallowing a yellow spring pill. If he sleeps in a place of chance, he has a chance to live thousands of years later. .”

"Huang Quan Dan? I don't even bother to take it, my immortality is still alive!" Yang Ying snorted coldly. For some reason, she hated it as soon as she came into contact with Huang Quan Dan. Once she swallowed it, she felt that she would lose a lot of things. .

"Then we can only dig the grave, Master Yang think about it." Wu Yilian laughed and left.

"Do you really want to dig a grave?" Yang Ying was deep in thought.

Once the fairy tomb is dug again, Daqian will surely die.

"To act chivalrously and protect the peace of the world is the beginning of my dream. If I dig the grave, everything in Daqian will be ruined." Yang Ying said in her heart.

"Uncle Li! Uncle Li predicted again..."

Yang Ying still remembered that Uncle Li once said that if she entered the realm of immortality, she would destroy the peace of the common people and the safety of her family instead.

"Continuing to dig graves is a magical obstacle in the immortal way, and it will destroy the peace of the world. I will not take it!"

"I'm looking for immortals, and it doesn't conflict with the peace of the world. I will prove Uncle Li's statement wrong!"

...

At the same time, outside the big dry.

Luo Fengguo.

There is a Taoist temple deep in the mountains in Linhai, which is uninhabited.

Suddenly, a Taoist with a broken arm came across the forest and landed in front of the Taoist temple.

"May I ask which fellow Taoist is visiting?" A white-haired Taoist flew out of the Taoist temple.

The Broken Arm Taoist bowed and said, "I'm going back to the sea. I'm a sleeping monk who fell into the valley. Three years ago, Emperor Yang Ying led 50,000 elite soldiers to wake me up and killed me and the two sleeping monks." Comrade, robbing me of my inheritance is a violation of the covenant of cultivating immortals in the age of spiritual weakness."

"There is such a thing!" The white-haired Taoist was furious when he heard this, "It's unreasonable, how dare she have such courage, but a mere mortal emperor deceives me that there is no one in the world of cultivating immortals!"

The Broken Arm Taoist continued: "In the era of spiritual weakness, there is a covenant of cultivating immortals. Those who disturb the sleeping monks will be punished by the monks all over the world, and their country will be punished. I also ask fellow Taoists to contact all living cultivators and Taoists for me, punish Yang Ying, and slaughter Dagan! "