If you want to become an immortal, you must forget yourself,
My heart is not dead and there is no way out.
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Tianyu Continent.
Luo Di Town.
In front of the altar in the center of the town.
"I beg you, Immortal. This is the tree god of our town. He has been protecting us for generations. Please don't touch him."
"What a joke! How dare you call yourself a tree god even though you are the essence of a plant. My master has taken a liking to this spiritual material. It is your blessing. Get out of here!"
A young man with a domineering face was scolding a group of pleading residents in the town.
The leader of the crowd is a sturdy old man, about seventy years old, who is the mayor of the town, Lin Anping.
This morning, a group of immortals in white clothes and swords suddenly flew over the originally peaceful mountain town. Each of them had an immortal demeanor and an unworldly temperament.
The man's handsome eyebrows are calm and intimidating, while the woman's skin is dazzling and beautiful, as if she had stepped out of a painting.
These are monks from the Hundred Immortals Sect thousands of miles away from the town. They are practicing outside and accidentally saw a spiritual plant in this town.
Then he had the evil thought of snatching it away.
The Hundred Immortal Sects present today are all at a high level, with an average foundation-building cultivation level. The old man sitting on the back of the flame crane with his eyes closed and meditating at the top has a terrifying Nascent Soul cultivation level.
Just this group of young people who have established their foundation and cultivation are respected by most people in this continent no matter where they go.
The mayor couldn't figure out why these superior immortals would come to make trouble for little people like them?
The mayor Lin Anping, who has the highest level of cultivation in the town, is only at the third level of Qi Refining. To them, these powerful foundation-building monks are like mountains that cannot be shaken.
In the eyes of ordinary people in their mountain villages and towns, the terrifying old Nascent Soul above is like an existence that can never be witnessed by an immortal like an immortal.
Today, these immortals are going to forcibly remove the ancient locust tree in their town. This locust tree is revered as the patron saint of the town.
More than 50 years ago, he helped the town repel a group of monsters in the mountains. Although Gu Huai has never appeared again since that incident, he has always been respected as the patron saint in the hearts of the residents.
Therefore, the residents will never allow this group of people to drag the ancient locust tree away, not even the powerful sect immortals!
"Stand back! Do you want to die?" The young foundation-building monk who took the lead angrily shouted with great pressure.
A phantom appears with an ax in hand, terrorizing the residents.
"You are immortals, why bother with us and other mortals? I beg you, sir, to let the tree god go free for once." Lin Anping begged helplessly, knowing that he had no ability to fight against these people.
The young man smiled coldly and said: "Since you know that I am an immortal, do you need the consent of mortals like you to do things that an immortal does?"
When Lin Anping heard this, his eyes were firm and he clenched his fist and said: "This ancient locust tree is the foundation of our town and has a noble status. If you insist on cutting down the tree! Then we can only protect the tree god to the death."
After saying that, he raised his hands, and all the indigenous people in the town raised various weapons, including hoes, rakes, and sickles.
"Fight them!"
"That's too much! Damn it!" Some daring residents immediately rose up and drew their bows and arrows to aim at the leading foundation-building monk.
"A bunch of ants! They're just looking for death!"
At this time, a cold female voice came, and then several ice spikes flashed past. The chests of several residents who had just raised their bows and arrows exploded, and they died in extremely miserable ways.
A woman wearing a red skirt with both sides of the skirt exposed to her buttocks, with a plump and graceful figure, walked barefoot from the air. She looked like a swaying cat. Her skin was white and tender, and she exuded an extremely noble and majestic aura.
The residents below were horrified. They were stunned for a brief moment as they watched the five companions killed by this woman with just a raise of her hand. This gorgeous fairy was so cruel and ruthless in her attacks!
"Ah! No! Tieniu's father!" A woman cried bitterly and threw herself on a resident who had just been killed.
"Heiwazi, my son!"
The relatives of the killed residents all howled in pain.
"Senior sister." A group of foundation-building monks below immediately shouted with flattering smiles on the woman who had launched a killing move.
The attitude also becomes humble.
"Master, I've been waiting for you for a long time. What a mess! A bunch of losers!" The woman shouted coldly and waved one hand.
A force of red runes swept away the ancient locust tree, and the towering ancient locust tree on the broad altar built with blue bricks in the middle of the town was uprooted in an instant.
"As expected of Senior Sister Yunyan, she directly uprooted this thousand-year-old locust tree with one hand!" A monk praised him like a dog.
"Sister Yunyan, you are so amazing!"
These monks were indifferent to the residents below who had lost their loved ones. At this time, their eyes were on the woman named Yun Yan. She was in the late stage of foundation building and was the female genius of the sect.
He is deeply loved by the Nascent Soul Master above and has been specially trained to have a high status in the sect.
After Yun Yan pulled up the ancient locust tree with brute force, she said with strong sternness in her beautiful eyes: "Humph, a bunch of trash. To deal with these people, just kill them directly. Why talk nonsense for so long!"
"Senior Sister Yunyan taught me that I am stupid."
Zizzi... Several monks pointed their fingers at the same time and executed several immortal magic killing moves, killing several residents in front, including Lin Anping, who was also penetrated by a ray of light.
"No! You evil fairies!"
"I'll fight with you!"
Even though the crowd was frightened and saw their relatives and friends being killed, they still violently resisted.
"Grass!"
Just hearing the sound of angry grass, a young man with a clear and upright appearance suddenly emerged from the crowd, holding a spear in his hand and rushed towards the group of monks who were killing people at will.
The boy's name is Lin Jiuchong, and he is the grandson adopted by the mayor Lin Anping.
At this time, a ball of flame and a wisp of water runes appeared above his head, and the luster of water and fire shone in his eyes.
"Oh? It turns out that they have two spiritual roots that are mutually reinforcing and incompatible? It's interesting that such talents can appear in such a small place?"
A group of foundation-building monks looked at the young man who was approaching with a spear. They were first surprised by his high talent, and then smiled disdainfully.
A kid who has never entered the Qi Refining Realm, no matter how talented he is, can still be killed with his hands raised. They like to torture and kill geniuses who have not yet risen.
It will be very fulfilling.
Someone raised his hand and a fairy light appeared, making a gesture to kill the young man.
"Wait a minute!" an old man's voice came from midair.
The monks who were about to take action stopped immediately, and their attitudes instantly became extremely respectful.
The old man riding a crane flew down from the sky, wearing a robe embroidered with white clouds. He looked a bit old, and his hair and beard were white. It seemed that the immortal was not ageless.
The old man's name is Hong Nanzhou, a strong man in the early stage of Nascent Soul and the ninth elder of the Hundred Immortals Sect.
In this continent, those in the Nascent Soul Realm are already among the strongest on the surface. If a sect has Nascent Soul cultivation, it can call itself the Immortal Sect in this continent!
The more powerful realms above Nascent Soul are rarely born.
Therefore, in the eyes of many low-level monks and even ordinary people, foundation building is an unattainable existence, while Yuanying monks are real immortals!
Hong Nanzhou slowly came to the young Lin Jiuzhong with a kind smile. This was his usual smile, not really kind.
The world of cultivating immortals is a world where the jungle eats people without spitting out their bones. If you look at people superficially, you will die miserably.
"It turns out to be the rare twin spiritual roots of water and fire!" Hong Nanzhou exclaimed happily, admiring Lin Jiuchong in his eyes.
It is not surprising for the old man to have twin spiritual roots. This kind of talent is readily available in the sect, but this young man not only has twin spiritual roots, but also extremely rare water and fire spiritual roots that are mutually reinforcing and incompatible.
Fire and water are incompatible. It is impossible for these two spiritual roots to appear in a monk, but there are exceptions. Anyone who has the talent of mutual support and restraint will definitely become a strong person in the future. He can be cultivated easily, break through the Nascent Soul realm, and enter a higher realm. Not a problem.
There is such a genius in this palm-sized town! Hong Nanzhou opened his mouth and laughed.
If he can use it for his own use, his status in the sect will be further improved in the future.
Lin Jiuzhong saw that his grandfather and residents were killed, and the town's tree god was destroyed. His heart was filled with grief. He was ignited by anger and released his spiritual path to fight the opponent desperately.
Hong Nanzhou smiled nonchalantly and said: "Little friend, don't be angry, are you willing to be my disciple?"
One moment he killed his grandfather and many residents of the town, and the next moment he wanted to accept him as his apprentice. This was obviously unreasonable, but the people of the Immortal Sect were so domineering.
Lin Jiuzhong raised his gun and stabbed Xiang Hongnanzhou. The energy of water and fire surrounded his arm, and he cursed angrily: "I will be your father!"
The old man remained motionless and allowed Lin Jiuchong to stab him. If he, a strong Nascent Soul warrior, could be hurt at all by a young boy, it would be a big joke.
The young man's shot left no trace on the old man's body.
The old man cherished his talent and said: "These people are just your worldly obsession. Your talent should not be limited to this. You have to open up your horizons. Your talent and destiny are destined to enter the path of immortality!"
"If you want to break through the world of mortals, you shouldn't indulge in everything."
"Old thing!" Lin Jiuzhong was controlled by Hong Nanzhou's aura and couldn't move, but his face was filled with hatred and jealousy as he cursed.
The old man saw that he was so radical and did not cherish such a good opportunity to change his life. There were countless people in this continent who wanted to be his disciples.
And this boy is so ignorant and obsessed with the world of mortals that he obviously cannot be trained.
Hong Nanzhou could only put away his smile and sigh: "Unfortunately, the most fearful thing is karma on the road to immortality. I came here today just to get the tree. Since you have such a talent and are unwilling to submit to me, if I let you grow up, in the future It must be a big trouble!"
"Since you want to die, I won't be polite. Alas, it's a pity for such a good seedling."
"call out!"
After the old man finished speaking, he pointed his finger. Lin Jiuzhong fell to the ground, his spiritual energy dissipated, and there was a tiny hole on his forehead.
The genius Lin Jiuzhong was pierced through the head by the old man and died on the spot. His death was extremely miserable.
"No! Goudan! Goudan was also killed. These immortals are demons."
Everyone looked at Lin Jiuzhong who was killed and shouted in sorrow, their eyes full of hatred towards Hong Nanzhou and these people.
Hong Nanzhou said with a smile: "You don't have to hold grudges. You mortals and I are from two different worlds after all. This boy has some talent. If we don't kill him, he may leave trouble in the future."
"And among you, I'm not sure if anyone with extremely high talents will appear in the future. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble..."
Hong Nanzhou raised his hand, and the crane flew down. He leaned down, stepped on the crane's outstretched wings and walked back on his back. He said to the group of young monks: "Kill all the children here, and then bring this ancient locust tree back to the sect." Door."
"Yes! Master!" The monks responded with a smile.
The residents of the town were horrified when they heard this and protected their children. In their impression, the Immortal Sect should be an immortal who helped all living beings. Unexpectedly, what they saw today broke their view of the Immortal Sect monks.
"They dug up ancient locust trees and killed Goudan. Are these immortals? They are simply a group of devils!"
After seeing the immortal's character clearly and realizing his arrogance and indifference, everyone was filled with grief and anger, and they all cursed and fought back.
The old man's face was expressionless when the crane made a cry and a wisp of red and white fairy air filled the air. He was just about to ride the crane away.
A massacre was staged in a small town. Such attacks of the weak and the strong occurred almost every day in Yongyuan Continent. It was not surprising.
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"Old man, I'm going to bully you!" The insult was extremely harsh in the crowd.
Everyone turned around in surprise and horror, and saw a young boy standing on a table, pointing his finger at the Nascent Soul Immortal and cursing angrily.
The young man's eyes were fearless and filled with immature murderous intent.
The little boy’s name is Little Cat, and his real name is Ye Xuantian!
Behind the little cat, there was also a shirtless boy carrying a fishing rod.
There was also a big red towel on his shoulder to wipe sweat, and he was wearing a pair of gray linen trousers with rolled up legs. He had no shoes and his feet were bare.
He is about 1.79 meters tall.
He has messy hair and is about eighteen years old. His first impression is that he is half sloppy, half casual, and very handsome, with a sleepy look in his eyes.
He is a foreigner who wandered to Luodi Town in the early years.
