Jiuzhou, Beihai.
Dark clouds covered the sky, and the day became like night. Heavy rain poured down from the sky with thunder, and hurricanes rolled up huge waves on the sea. A sea-going ship stumbled among the waves, being toyed with like a broken leaf.
Click boom...
A bolt of lightning flashed beside the ship, reflecting the frightened faces.
"Oh my God, what is that..."
"My eyes must be dazzled, or else I am dreaming!"
"It can't be...it can't be true..."
The source of fear is not the storm, but a mountain that appears in the storm.
A mountain falling from the sky.
The majestic mountain peaked out from the clouds, squeezing the thunder and wind and rain and falling slowly.
No!
Not slowly, but quickly.
With huge wind pressure, it roared and hit the sea.
This scene is incredible.
The brain stopped thinking and the breath was held tightly. What happens in an instant is stretched to the extreme in the space of thinking.
It seems that even the sea is afraid.
The wind and rain became lighter and lighter, and the sea became calmer. The clouds parted little by little, and wisps of sunlight shone in.
The storm, which had been extremely violent before, quietly fled away from the falling mountain. The vast sea with nowhere to escape becomes docile, opening its mind to welcome the coming visitors.
The people on the boat were not so calm.
Because the position where the mountain fell was suddenly right above their heads!
"I'm dying."
Similar thoughts came to almost everyone's mind.
There is no fear or struggle, only confusion and facing.
Death is so insignificant before a disaster beyond cognition and common sense.
"I'm afraid I'm going to die." Su Qing also thought this way.
It's just that there is a little more unwillingness and a little more depression.
Because he was not on the ship, but on the mountain where it fell.
He is a time traveler from ancient times.
An unnamed person on the list of gods, a cannon fodder in the True Immortal Realm.
The cannon fodder template is not a problem, anything worse than this can find a way out. Even if he doesn’t have the ambition to gain merit and spiritual treasures and become a saint, he still has the consciousness of finding a cave to go to heaven on Shenzhou No. 7.
There is just a little problem with the time point of time travel.
The place of delivery is in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, which is still the final stage of the final battle.
As soon as he landed on the ground, his face was greeted by the dazzling sword energy and magic light. Before he could see clearly the heroic figures of the saints, he was knocked into the void along with a piece of prehistoric soil.
No one has this luck.
The spiritual energy of this world is impure, and it is obviously not a prehistoric one. But even if you escape alive, it doesn't mean you are safe.
Su Qing's current situation is not even bad enough to describe.
The four sword energies were raging in the body, and the physical body should have been annihilated long ago. But he was invaded by a chaotic force, which continuously stimulated the regeneration of bones, muscles and organs.
The pain was self-evident, but at least he was still alive.
"Since you are alive, you cannot die."
He was not ravaged to death by society when he was a human being, and he did not die in the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation after he became an immortal. The vitality is so tenacious, how can we give up easily.
Su Qing moved his body and tried to mobilize his magic power.
Except for the movement of his hands, his body is basically inoperable. Not to mention the magic power, it can't even break out.
Fortunately, I still have some spiritual perception, and I discovered something surprising.
This piece of land separated from the ancient times became the incarnation of Su Qing's destiny. And because of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation, it absorbed an extremely large amount of spiritual energy. Under the suppression of this force, the sword energy in the body was controlled to a certain extent.
Otherwise, the speed of body regeneration will never keep up with the speed of destruction.
However, this is just an ordinary land, not a blessed land that carries spiritual energy. No matter how much spiritual energy is absorbed, it is only a matter of time before it is completely dispersed.
"This size can be considered a life-saving golden finger. We have to find a way to lock the spiritual energy in the soil."
Su Qing groped around hard on his body and took out a bunch of miscellaneous things.
Two apricot kernels, a snake egg, a bird egg, an animal tooth, a turtle shell, a small tripod, a small gourd, a hoe, and a set of pestles.
Looking at this pile of rags, Su Qing felt a pain in her balls.
My predecessor was a complete pauper, a low-level wage earner in ancient times.
The small tripod is a homemade imitation of the Qiankun tripod, and the hoe and pestle are used for collecting and pounding herbs. Snake eggs, bird eggs, animal teeth, turtle shells, etc. are not exotic beasts. You can find a bunch of them in any old forest.
Just these messy things, no one picked them up on the ground in the wilderness, they are just garbage among the garbage.
In other words, those two apricot stones and the small gourd are somewhat interesting.
These were given by the senior monks who really felt sorry for this guy after he joined the Jie Cult.
The apricot kernels are the two leftover by Lei Zhenzi. When paired with the innate spiritual water, spiritual roots can be grown again. The gourd contains three drops of congenital Ren water, which can be used with apricot kernels.
But what can be planted can only be acquired spiritual roots, and that kind of thing is not unusual at all in the prehistoric times. Not to mention having to catch up with Renshui, no matter how much you lose.
But now, it's different.
"In the past, planting trees was a waste, but now planting trees is life-saving. As long as spiritual roots grow in this land, it can become a blessed land. Not only can you suppress the sword energy, but you can also recuperate and practice here."
Su Qing looked around and frowned.
If you want to lock all the spiritual energy, you must be in the center. But now Su Qing's location is remote and on the edge. The whirring sound caused by the fall can be clearly heard in the ears.
No trees can be planted here, only a glimpse of the spiritual spring. The locked spiritual energy is limited and cannot be turned into a blessed land and cave.
"We'll talk about it after it falls."
Su Qing put away his things and lay down to get ready.
Wrapped in the spiritual energy of ancient broken earth, it will not fall apart if it falls. But the sea is also the source of spiritual energy, and the impact of the two parties will inevitably lead to changes in the landform. When the time comes, the body will move due to this, and it may be able to be pushed closer to the middle.
The result disappointed Su Qing.
The mountains of prehistoric soil fell onto the sea surface, as if they were being gently lifted into the water. Apart from wisps of mist, there were no waves on the sea.
The landscape changed as expected.
The originally flat ground rose up, and hills with towering pines came into view. It's just that there is almost no grass on the surface, and it is bare and has a wild and ancient feel.
The edge near the sea is washed by the sea water, changing every time it is washed. In just a few breaths, it turned into a golden beach.
Su Qing looked at the mountains in the center of the island and sat on the beach, feeling hopeless.
The position has moved, further away from him.
A sea ship ran aground on the beach, not far away. No one got off the boat, everyone was still in shock. He looked at the island in stunned silence, and his ability to think, which he had lost for a long time, gradually returned.
"Immortal, Immortal...Immortal Island???!!!"
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The sky cracked and the mountain fell. Falling into the sea is silent and the waves are calm, and the mist surrounds Penglai.
"Jiuzhou Zhi Penglai", preface.
