I am cultivating immortality in Zhetian

Chapter 89 Wind Clan Divine Island, Ancient Monument of Tianzun

The Jidao Imperial Weapon is a weapon personally refined by the ancient emperor. It carries the laws of the Imperial Dao and suppresses them for eternity, and is the only weapon in the world.

In the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, there are many powerful religions, holy lands, and ancient families, but none of them are currently suppressed by imperial soldiers.

For every power, the Jidao Imperial Armament is the supreme treasure that they can only ask for. If they can get it, they can become the top power in the world, and Wanchu Holy Land is no exception.

They had also imagined that if there was a Ji Dao weapon placed in front of them, they would definitely catch it and cherish it.

Unexpectedly, today, my dream came true.

But there was a slight deviation between the reality and the imagined scene.

The imperial weapons were indeed placed in front of them, and two of them appeared at the same time.

But it was in the hands of the enemy and was wreaking havoc on them.

"Get out of the way"

These old men, half-buried in the soil, are not young men who dare to seize the imperial weapons in the Four Extremes Realm. Although they have never seen the power of the extreme weapons, they have seen with their own eyes the resurrection of the holy weapons handed down from ancient times. scene at the time.

Under that kind of power, the king of Zhan Dao is just a bigger ant.

The imperial soldiers in front of them were countless times more terrifying than the legendary holy weapons.

Rumble.

The simple and majestic Dragon Stele seems to be as high as the sky, emitting endless blue light, eternal and immortal, suppressing the world.

That one of the nine ancient tablets that had existed in the mountain gate since the founding of Wanchu Holy Land had no resistance in front of this force. The shining ancient words on the tablet were all shattered, and the swirling chaotic energy It was swept away by the green light like a whale drinking water, and the ancient stele itself was also swallowed up in one gulp.

Several old men, even though they were famous people a thousand years ago, are now extremely powerful, but they are unable to help, sighing that they are unable to do anything.

Mighty and powerful, but in the face of such extreme power, how can he be worthy of the word "big", let alone interpret the true meaning of the word "neng", and watch the ancient monument of inheritance lose a piece.

Fortunately, after the Fuxi Dragon Stele took away this ancient stele, it had no intention of attacking other ancient stele. The falling green light protected Fu Jin who was squeezed dry, like a scorching blue sun, tearing apart the space. leave.

But in the distance, among the thousands of dark lights that almost covered the sky and the earth, a familiar voice came out, saying in surprise and anger:

"Boy, leave it to Master Dao."

It was Duan De who had been deceived.

After sacrificing the lid of the Sky-Swallowing Devil Jar and forcing back the crowd of Wanchu Holy Land elders who came to attack him, he noticed the familiar energy and the imperial soldiers that also exuded coercion. He turned around without hesitation. The gun head was heading towards Fu Jin.

Seeing that the enemies who were supposed to join forces were fighting each other, and the two imperial weapons were about to collide, the Supreme Elders of Wanchu Holy Land were overjoyed, but when they thought of the scene that was about to happen, they couldn't laugh and looked ugly. To the extreme.

Two extreme weapons collided in their own mountain gate, and they were the only ones who would be unlucky.

"No."

Holy Lord Wanchu, who had just escaped from the depths and emerged in the void, was stunned on the spot and quickly exclaimed.

Under the gaze of everyone, thousands of black lights filled the sky and slowly rushed towards this side. The space between heaven and earth was dim and dark.

But just when the darkness was about to fall, it suddenly disappeared out of thin air, revealing bright sunshine and a clear sky.

Everything is as if it never happened.

Duan De's situation could not be any better than that of Fu Jin despite constantly urging the imperial troops. He just shouted deliberately to frighten the elder Wan Chu who continued to surround him, so that he could take the opportunity to escape.

But even if he was just pretending, it would be difficult for him to forget today's scene, let alone the young man named "Fu Jin".

"Master Tao was unlucky. He couldn't even drink cold water without his teeth being squeezed. When he was walking on the road, he bumped into a boy carrying an imperial weapon.

"No, the mountain gate of Wanchu Holy Land and the Central Territory are temporarily in conflict with me. I have to go to other places to look."

Thinking of a rumor that had been circulating in Belvedere City in the Northern Territory recently, Duan De had a new goal.

"I can't believe that I can bump into you if I go to the Northern Territory."

Thousands of miles away, on an uninhabited barren mountain, the space was distorted, a dark mouth opened, and a figure in green spit out. The brilliance on the dragon monument that broke through the space flashed and disappeared into the body of the figure.

"call."

Fujin circulates the Ancient Sutra of Immortality, breathes in the heaven and earth, and shouts at the universe. The natural essence that permeates the world comes towards itself, and is transformed into divine power by the skills and restored.

Compared with the "Xihuang Jing", which has a relatively strong momentum and coercion, the Ancient Sutra of Immortality has a bit more natural vitality.

After the cultivation is completed, the Qi pulse will be long and endless. Coupled with the characteristics of the immortal body, it can sense the essence of the world and not be afraid of long-term battles with others.

This is one of the great advantages of the Ancient Scripture of Immortality.

Of course, when activating the ultimate weapon, it is difficult to continue this advantage with Fu's current state.

After the Dragon Monument protected him and left safely, he returned to the Life Spring and fell silent, with the young three-leaf green lotus as his companion. No matter how he called, there was no response.

Fu Jin temporarily stayed in the barren mountains and turned this harvest into his own achievements.

What inspired him the most was naturally the newly acquired Taoist palace volume and half volume of the four-pole secret realm of the "Xihuang Jing".

The Dao Palace Scroll practice method of "Xihuang Sutra", like most ancient sutras, also practices the five internal organs and five qi, but the difference is that in this step, "Xihuang Sutra" involves the Tao of Bagua.

Use fire as Li, water as ridge, earth as Kun and Gen, wood as Zhen and Xun, metal as Qian and Dui, and perform the Eight Diagrams. If you can practice it to great success, it will have the power to create the world and nurture all things.

In comparison, the Ancient Sutra of Immortality seems simple and ordinary, integrating the five elements into one and lasting forever.

Fu Jin's attention is focused on the cultivation of the liver's divine treasure in the "Xihuang Sutra".

"The emperor was shocked."

The earthquake is located in the east, and the east corresponds to spring. All natural things arise from this, and it is the source of all vitality.

Fujin gradually became immersed in it, and the gods who now resided in the Zangdao Palace of the Spleen God have also undergone deeper changes, revealing vitality and flowing through every inch of flesh and blood in the body.

The seed he had sensed in the fire domain, which was bred by flesh and blood and irrigated by three kinds of immortal substances, was also ready to move, getting closer and closer to the day when it would break out of the ground.

This is a mystery unique to the immortal body.

Fu Jin has a feeling that perhaps when he completes the secret realm of the Four Extremes, he will be able to see the seeds sprout and reveal the secrets within.

"Four poles."

With these days of quiet practice, his cultivation that had reached its peak could no longer be suppressed. After refining a large number of sources obtained from others, Fu Jin broke through to a new level.

The fourth level of Tao Palace.

The only god has come to the Lung God Store to refine the power of the gods in the Tao Palace.

Fu Jin stood up, his gaze was like lightning, his momentum was like a rainbow, and he stood on the top of the barren mountain, with the mountain wind howling, his clothes fluttering, and the sound of hunting.The wild flowers, vines, and dead old trees in the mountains seemed to have been affected by his retreat. They were awakened to life and grew particularly prosperous and bright.

"It's time to leave."

Fu Jin jumped up and turned into a blue rainbow and went away to the north.

The strange thing is that along the way, he actually saw many monks who were also heading north.

The ancient chariot rolled over, making a rumble and crushing across the sky.The precious chariot with the divine light flowing on the moon and the clouds turned into colorful light and flew away. There were also soldiers riding strange beasts with a solemn posture, heading in the same direction.

Although these people dressed up very differently and had different auras, after several waves of people passed by, Fu Jin discovered their similarities.

Without exception, these people all use the same banner.

"wind".

In the middle region of the Eastern Wasteland, coupled with the banner with the word "wind", Fu Jin can basically determine the origins of these people.

Wind home.

This is the oldest family in the Eastern Wasteland. Their surname is older than the founding of the Wanchu Holy Land. They are powerful and prosperous. They have endured the darkness and turmoil in various periods. Even without the suppression of Ji Dao weapons, Together with the Ji family and Jiang family, he is a member of the ancient family.

The most important thing is that the Feng family is suspected to be related to Emperor Fuxi, and even inherited the emperor's surname - Feng.

In comparison, Fu Jin, whose surname is the word "Fu" in Emperor Fu Xi, seems to be somewhat distant from him.

When a wave of Lun Hai Xiaoxiu also passed by under the banner of "Feng", Fu Jin used some methods and learned the reason for meeting these people.

These people are from various branches of the Feng Clan, and are now heading to the ancient city of God Island where the main line of the Feng Clan is located, to worship their ancestors and be allowed to understand the ancestral stele passed down in the family.

"Could it be a broken part of the dragon stele?" Fu Jin recalled the situation about that ancient stele.

It was also a dragon stele, but it was engraved with words that looked like a human head and a snake body, originating from an ancient deity.

Considering the various rumors about Emperor Fuxi, it is not impossible.

After all, it was a major event related to the complete restoration of the Dragon Monument, so Fujin decided to take the plunge.

He changed his appearance, and used the "Xihuang Sutra" to borrow a ray of blue light from the Silent Dragon Monument to cover himself, cutting off the breath of blood and physique, so as to prevent any accident from happening and causing death.

After carefully covering up, Fu Jin felt that he had not neglected anything, and then followed the rainbow light to Feng's house.

As one of the few ancient aristocratic families, the Wind Clan has shown another flourishing atmosphere.

Eight hundred huge divine islands hang motionless in the sky, scattered like stars, covering the sky, like stars shining with different brilliance.

The island of God is like a peerless pure land, with fairy mist surging, palaces and towers visible everywhere, endless mountains towering, and spiritual birds and animals inhabiting and coming in and out.

Fu Jin followed the stream and looked at the majestic ancient city hidden among the ancient peaks of the sacred mountain and surrounded by clouds and mist.

According to rumors, this ancient city is a sacred city left by the gods and is one of the most important places in the Wind Clan.

As a big day for the Wind Clan, not only the branches of the Wind Clan from all over the country came from all over the country, but also big figures and disciples from ancient families such as the Ji family and the Jiang family. Even other Holy Land sects also sent many disciples. .

Fujin even saw many people from the demon clan.

When they arrived outside the Divine Island, the old man standing guard outside only took a cursory glance and asked Fu Jin, who exuded the aura of Lun Hai, to come to a Divine Island where Lun Hai monks gathered, just like other disciples.

When so many juniors with low cultivation level gathered together, of course they would not talk about mysteries, but they would chat about all the strange things that happened in the East Wasteland recently.

For example, the death of the Holy Son Wanchu.

But compared to the major event that the Wanchu Holy Land was attacked by two imperial soldiers, the death of this Holy Son seemed a bit insignificant.

And that imperial weapon that looked like a monument in the sky aroused a lot of heated discussion.After all, they all know that there is an ancestral monument in the family that has been passed down from ancient times.

Although they may not be the same, there may be some unknown connections.

Fu Jin was walking among the people and heard about the Holy Son of Yaoguang again.

The Holy Son of Yaoguang was traveling when he was attacked and killed, and suffered serious injuries.

"Who dared to dare to attack the Holy Son of the Light Shaking Holy Land?" Some people were astonished.

This is the descendant of the Supreme Holy Land who has the imperial army to suppress him.

"Who knows. But many people say that it is suspected to be related to the inheritance of the ruthless emperor." Someone next to him explained.

The behavior of Holy Lord Yaoguang that day did calm down the objections of most people, but at the same time it also aggravated the suspicions of many people, and most of these suspicions came from the forces that had the imperial soldiers to suppress them.

These people are very confident, but they don't have to believe that nonsense out of fear or naivety like most people do.

The seeds of crisis have already been sown.

"No wonder Yaoguang Holy Land only sent a few elders here this time." Someone suddenly realized.

Hearing such good news, Fu Jin had a smile on his face.

After staying for a while on the outer surface of the divine island, an old man from the main line of the Feng family appeared, ready to lead everyone to the divine city to worship their ancestors. Fujin followed him without any effort.

Being infiltrated by a person with a foreign surname like Fu Jin was not because the Feng Clan was not on guard, but because in such a matter, not many people would leave their own ancestors alone and worship the ancestors of other families instead.

Even if you are a cultivator, once this kind of "violating your ancestors" is spread, you will become a laughing stock and be drowned by countless people's saliva.

Fu Jin originally had some worries, but as he gradually approached the sacred city, he no longer felt any burden.

The silent dragon monument woke up.

The green light of the Dragon Stele circulates, and the pattern of a human head and a dragon body on the back emits a hazy divine light, almost walking out of the body of the Stele, looking extremely excited.

"Go in, you must enter the city."

The power fluctuations of the gods came and kept ringing in Fu Jin's heart.

At the same time, deep in the magnificent divine city, in a mysterious hall.

A thick ancient stele that had been standing here since unknown time was also emitting hazy light, faintly showing colorful colors, and the pattern of a human head and a snake body imprinted on the front was lifelike, as if it had come alive.

In front of the ancient monument, a woman wearing a phoenix mask stood there.

Her body was crystal clear, her figure was graceful, and she was surrounded by five-colored rays of light. Looking at the anomalies on the ancient stele, confusion flashed through her bright eyes exposed outside the mask.

This was a sight she had never seen before.

(End of this chapter)