I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 1 The broken monument with green blood
Long Province, Tianshui.

In Anfu Town, in an inconspicuous farmyard, a rich and powerful broadcast was clearly broadcast from the TV set in the house.

“An urgent news item is inserted below.

"At the current international collection exhibition held in Israel, a monument with a human head and a dragon body obtained from our country suddenly disappeared at the exhibition, which attracted the attention of the staff.

"According to the investigation by the Israeli police, there is no trace of the suspect in the surveillance footage, and the exhibits' insurance measures are intact. Therefore, the police speculate that this is most likely an insider's crime."

With a "stab" sound, the color picture on the TV suddenly stopped and returned to a black screen.

Fu Jin lay down on the sofa, put down the remote control in his hand, and looked at the three stones placed on the coffee table.

The gray stones are inconspicuous and vary in size. They are almost the same as the stubborn rocks in the mountains. But the longer you look at them, the more you can feel a deep and primitive atmosphere coming to your face, as if they came from the ancient times long ago. era.

The largest stone was about the size of a human head, and the opposite sides were relatively flat. It looked more like a badly damaged stone tablet.

On the side of the stele facing upward, there is a strange pattern with a human head and a dragon body imprinted on it. It is unknown whether it is naturally generated or artificially drawn. The lines and texture are simple and rough, as if it hides some unknown secret.

"It can't be fake, right?" Fu Jin rubbed the broken stele, recalling the process of obtaining the broken stele, and felt a little doubtful in his heart.

From when he got the news about the exhibition and went to Israel, to how he disguised himself as a staff member and sneaked in, he managed to drop the items while moving them and escaped.

During the entire process, the country's security measures for the ruined monument were sparse and ordinary, which allowed him to proceed smoothly without any trouble.

And when he saw the Buddha relics, the Pharaoh's scepter and other objects that were also on display, there were security guards nearby at all times, and there were even practitioners following them.

The different treatment between the two proves the value of the broken monument from the side.

Fu Jin's mood was a little complicated.

Dragon Stele, this is a divine object spread in various ancient legends.

In terms of blood and emotions, the blood of Fuxi, the owner of the Dragon Monument, flows in his body.

For him, the Fuxi Dragon Monument is an ancestral artifact left by his ancestors, and it has an unusual significance.

"It can't be fake." Fu Jin looked at the image of a human head and a dragon body on the tablet. This kind of ancient energy accumulated over countless years is not something ordinary objects can possess. It is definitely an ancient piece with great origins. device.

But it needs to be verified whether it is related to the ancestor Fuxi.
Fu Jin looked at his hands and made a decision.

“Since the blood of our ancestors flows in our bodies, their memories also continue in our bodies through blood.

"Then I will use my own blood to try to wake you up."

Sensing the wheel of life hidden under his navel, he guided a ray of essence into his palm. Fu Jin pointed his right hand together into a sword, and the fingertips glowed with purple light. He scratched through his left palm, and a wound that was about an inch long suddenly appeared. Appeared, with bright red blood flowing out.

He raised his hand and pressed it on the picture of a human head and a dragon's body on the broken monument. Dots of blood dyed the outlined lines red, gradually spreading to the entire broken surface of the monument.

The crimson blood beads were shining brightly and seemed to be flashing with light, which was a sign of successful cultivation.

Half a year ago, Fu Jin found the cultivation method left by the ancients on Shangshan Mountain. After practicing without anyone's guidance, he has been able to sense the wheel of life, open up a little sea of ​​suffering, and guide the essence to nourish flesh, flesh, and bone marrow. This is what caused the blood to undergo such miraculous changes.

The blood dripped gurglingly, and under his deliberate urging, it could not stop flowing. It soon dyed the entire monument surface red, and was about to overflow from the edge.

"Swish"

The red-dyed image of a human head and a dragon body silently glowed with a faint green light, sweeping away the blood on the monument and swallowing it all up in the pattern.

Although it disappeared in the blink of an eye, the remnant monument that had returned to its gray appearance reminded him that everything just now was not an illusion, but a scene that really happened.

"It really worked." Fu Jin's pale face could not hide his joy. He gritted his teeth and clenched the left palm where the wound had been made.

The blood fell like raindrops, once again dyeing the ruined monument red, and once again being swept away by green light.Fu Jin felt like he was not awakening an ancestral weapon, but rather using blood sacrifice to refine a ferocious magical weapon that had been dormant for a long time.

Fortunately, the entire process was always under his leadership.

One was bleeding, the other was sucking blood, and this was repeated several times. Before Fu Jin could stop, the pattern of a human head and a dragon's body on the monument began to glow with green light again.

What is different from before is that this time the light is divided into two rays.

One stroke swept away the dripping blood, and one stroke quickly penetrated into the palm pressed against the monument.

"This is..." Fu Jin raised his hand and looked, looking a little stunned.

The wound he made on his left palm actually healed visibly until it was back to its original state, with no trace of scar visible.

It seemed that Canbei sensed his weakness and took the initiative to repair his wounds to stop him from continuing.

Fu Jin's eyes paused and he thought of a possibility.

"God?"

It is said that weapons refined by saint-level figures often produce "gods" by interweaving Tao and reason, but they are only hazy and difficult to channel.

The spirituality displayed by the incomplete stone tablet in front of him was far superior to the Holy Lord-level weapons.

"It can't really be the dragon monument in myths and legends." Fu Jin couldn't help but take a breath.

Emperor Fuxi is an emperor-level figure, equivalent to the emperor of the ancient clan. Later, he was praised by Ye Zi as the same ruthless son as Emperor Wu Shi. The original dragon tablet in his hand is naturally a genuine Jidao imperial weapon.

Even if it is incomplete, it is not comparable to the sages and ancient soldiers.

Fighting back his weakness, Fu Jin picked up the broken monument and planned to check it with his energy to confirm his suspicion.

But when he was about to take action, the ruined monument suddenly shook uncontrollably.

Facing his pattern of a human head and a dragon body, green light began to swim along the outlined lines, and then it seemed more like it came alive, moving and opening its mouth.

A ray of green light suddenly shot out from it.

Caught off guard, Fu Jin quickly let go of his hand, grabbed the small white jade coffin that had been placed next to him from the sofa, and stepped back.

But that blue light seemed to be spiritual, chasing after him closely.

When he opened the coffin lid, he stared at the objects in the green light.

There seemed to be a drop of blood inside.

Green light overflowed from the blood droplets, which he mistakenly thought was a ray of light.

And due to the keen perception of a cultivator, he felt some familiar energy from the cyan blood.

"My blood?"

Fu Jin looked puzzled and paused while picking up the lid of the jade coffin.

At this moment, cyan blood flew past him like electricity, came to him, passed through the light blue shirt and plunged into his heart.

"puff"

The person fell to the ground.

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