The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?

Chapter 155: Going through the back door

Zhenjun Dazhi looked at Qi Yuan and said, "Since you don't want to break your own golden elixir, why don't you break other people's golden elixirs and form your own divine infant?"

 Qi Yuan glanced at everyone present, and finally said bitterly: "Their golden elixir is too weak, I don't like it."

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several talented people present changed slightly.

"Lv is not talented. He used ten thousand years of Xuanyin evil to condense an earth-grade golden elixir. As soon as the golden elixir came out, the area three miles away turned into Xuanyin. I dare to ask my friend, is this golden elixir weak?" A genius couldn't bear it. Zhu said.

　　When the singers on the flower boat heard this, they all looked envious.

 For ordinary monks, it is a happy event to be able to form a golden elixir.

 Generally, the golden elixirs that are tied are mostly from the ninth to the first level.

 It can be said that there is only one person in a billion who can combine the mysterious, earth and heaven.

 There are more than one billion living beings in a hundred countries?

  As a result, apart from Qi Yuan, the best one was Kang Fulu's first-grade golden elixir.

Qi Yuan glanced at the genius and said with regret, "Weak."

 Three miles of land turned into Xuanyin?

 This is bullshit!

When he was refining his Qi, he could kill him with a kitchen knife.

“You have a golden elixir of some kind, take it out and take a look?” the genius sneered.

Qi Yuan shook his head: "I'm afraid that if I take it out, you will all die."

 The stellar golden elixir cannot be summoned just by summoning it.

 “I don’t dare to take it.” The genius sneered coldly.

 They naturally thought that Qi Yuan was blowing.

The other geniuses smiled and said, "Lü Cha, maybe that person is an immortal elixir, so naturally he will look down on your earthly elixir."

Qi Yuan ignored them. These people were too young and would take thousands of years to grow into his Bai Yueguang. He didn't bother to care at all.

He continued to ask for help from Lord Dazhi: "Their golden elixir is too weak and I really don't like it. Is there any other way?"

Lord Dazhi said: "Do you know why the divine infant is a divine infant?"

Hearing this, Qi Yuan was stunned.

To be honest, he really doesn't know.

 Generally speaking, it’s not just about breaking the pill and becoming a baby, and the soul is in possession of it.

“Actually, I don’t know either.” Dazhi Zhenjun said, “But based on my many years of experience in reading ancient books.

 I speculate that the divine infant is the foundation of the Yin God.

As we all know, once you step into the realm of Yin Shen, you can give birth to a Yuan Shen and travel around Taixu.

 How do you think this soul was born? "

 The soul is the soul of a monk.

Yuan Shen is a more mysterious thing.

 Once you reach the realm of Yuan Dan, your soul can leave your body.

 The Yuanshen is a higher-level existence than the soul, and can enter the legendary Taixu.

"Could it be said that the Yuan Shen transformed from a divine infant?" Qi Yuan couldn't help but ask.

"Yes, that's my guess too. Both of them contain the word "神", so they must be related.

 So...all Yin gods, even Yang gods, and their Yuanshen are divine infants. "Dazhi Zhenjun told Qi Yuan what he had discovered.

Hearing this, Qi Yuan looked at the star projection on the sky and widened his eyes: "Are all immortals and gods infants?"

“I’ve told you this, but don’t tell anyone else. There’s a big cause and effect involved.” Dazhi Zhenjun said solemnly.

 The singers on the flower boat and the geniuses were speechless when they heard this.

 The Immortal God is a divine infant, how dare you say that.

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else about this." Qi Yuan glanced at everyone on the boat.

 For some reason, everyone on the scene couldn't help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Lord Dazhi nodded: "Do you know what my divine infant is?"

 “What is it?” Qi Yuan asked.

Dazhi Zhenjun's expression became sad: "My Taoist companion became possessed and passed away. I took her hair and made it into an external elixir, and her body became a golden elixir.

 My divine baby is her hair.

 I hope that one day I can be promoted to the realm of Yinshen.

 The transformation of the divine infant can give birth to...her soul. "

Hearing this, Qi Yuan became silent.

He was not good at comforting people and said: "I wish you success."

 “I’ll lend you your good words.” A sharp look flashed in Lord Dazhi’s eyes, “One day, she will be reborn from the ashes in my divine baby!”

Qi Yuan’s thoughts wandered far away.

 He thought of the five ancestors in the Five Elements Forbidden Land, including the Jin Ancestor, the Water Ancestor, and the Earth Ancestor.

 At the beginning, the five of them sacrificed themselves to achieve Qi Yuan's Five Elements Qi, and also allowed Qi Yuan to successfully control the Five Elements Forbidden Land.

If he thinks what he wants, he will condense into a divine infant.

 In the future, when we step into the realm of Yinshen, can those old friends emerge from his divine infant?

Of course, Qi Yuan was just thinking about it.

Dazhi Zhenjun said at this time: "The coexistence of the golden elixir and the divine infant is an act against nature. I fear that I will be punished by heaven. Taoist friends will do it themselves."

 “Yeah.” Qi Yuan nodded.

 The true fire of the sun has been ignited on the golden elixir of the star.

 The potential of this golden elixir will also become infinite.

 In Qi Yuan's view, as long as he is given enough time, he can even swallow all the stars in a universe.

Even if Qi Yuan does not step into the realm of the Divine Infant, he can become stronger by relying on his stellar golden elixir.

 So, even if he does not perfect the "Qi Yuan Jing", he can slowly grow into the top powerhouse in the world.

 Golden elixir is already an invincible path, so why bother condensing another divine infant?

 But it is obvious that Qi Yuan has ambitions.

 He wants to improve himself in all aspects.

 The "Qi Yuan Jing" will naturally need to be improved.

 The divine infant also needs to be conceived.

“Thank you Taoist friend for informing me, I have benefited a lot.” Qi Yuan said with emotion.

 The path to the divine infant has not yet been completely determined, but Qi Yuan already has a lot of ideas.

 …

 As night falls, Qi Yuan returns to the cave.

 The Bingshan Tyrant Girl of the Shenhua Society passed on hundreds of magical techniques to Qi Yuan.

 These decrees were given to Qi Yuan by her sisters.

 Among them, there are four Heaven-level magic methods, dozens of Xuan-level magic methods, and countless Jade-level magic methods.

 Qi Yuan suddenly changed from a pauper to a temporary rich man.

“So many legal decisions should be enough for me to promote the Qi Yuan Jing, right?”

 Qi Yuan immediately devoted himself wholeheartedly to the great cause of adapting the exercises.

 Time flies by.

 The day when the East-Tu Tianjiao war is coming is getting closer and closer.

 There are more and more geniuses in Yunzhong City.

Every day, you can see the figures of some geniuses flying in the sky of Yunzhong City.

 Qi Yuan ignored what was going on outside the window and only focused on perfecting the "Qi Yuan Jing".

 One day, Qi Yuan suddenly woke up.

 “In two days there will be a battle between the Eastern Prodigies…” Qi Yuan murmured.

To be honest, Qi Yuan's "Qi Yuan Jing" has advanced to a critical point.

 He doesn’t want to participate in the battle between the Eastern Prodigies.

However, Qi Yuan's eyes became firm as he remembered that Dongtu Tianjiao could obtain the qualifications to enter the Moon Moon Continent twenty years before the war, as well as the sect master's instructions.

“It seems that I still have to participate in this battle between the Eastern Prodigies.”

With this thought in mind, Qi Yuan walked out of the cave.

 At this time, Kang Fulu outside the cave was having a heart-to-heart talk with a catwoman.

Jiang Ya was sitting on the Bodhi tree not far away, seeming to be thinking about some difficult problem.

Kang Fulu was a little surprised when he saw Qi Yuan: "Junior brother, where are you going?"

 “Participate in the battle of the Eastern Prodigies.” Qi Yuan replied.

Kang Fulu looked horrified: "Today?"

 He slapped his thigh and thought he had lost track of time.

 But when he looked at the date, he looked at Qi Yuan with a strange expression: "It's not two days from now, why are you going now?"

“I’m going to see if there’s any back door through which I can go.” Qi Yuan said softly.

"Back door?" Kang Fulu's face was even more weird. He asked Jiang Ya who was in the distance, "Is there a back door for the Eastern Land Prodigy Battle?"

Jiang Ya woke up from her thoughts and glanced at Qi Yuan: "The battle between the Eastern Prodigies will be discussed by the three Yin gods, and there will be no back door."

“There is no back door in the world, but as more people leave, there is one.” Qi Yuan said matter-of-factly.

 It’s just that for some reason, after he finished speaking, he always felt that this sentence was strange.

Kang Fulu looked at Qi Yuan and said nothing more: "Junior brother... I wish you success in finding the back door."

 Qi Yuan left the inn.

  An hour later.

 Qi Yuan's appearance changed drastically, and he put on a **** robe.

 He stopped in front of a palace, with a hint of joy in his eyes: "Finally found it."

 The palace in front is quiet and desolate.

 The boy in front of the gate is drowsy and seems to be dozing off.

 Qi Yuan glanced at the boy.

 The boy in his sleep seemed to feel something and suddenly woke up: "You...who are you?"

 He looked at Qi Yuan, feeling inexplicably frightened.

“I… am a Golden Core cultivator participating in the Eastern Land Talent Ranking.” Qi Yuan answered truthfully.

The fear in the boy's heart dissipated a little, and he asked slowly: "What are you doing here to participate in the Eastern Land Prodigy War?" "I heard that Feng Lan Dangneng, the person in charge of the Eastern Land Prodigy War, lives here."

"No, no one." When the boy heard this, his face was full of disgust.

 There are two Zifus in Yunzhong City today.

 One is the master of Yunzhongting, and the other is Fenglan Dangneng.

　　Sometimes, some monks who don’t know the heights of heaven and earth come to visit Feng Lan.

 The man in front of me is probably one of them.

At this moment, the door opened and a tall woman walked out.

“Tomorrow, what’s wrong?” the tall woman asked.

 “This is where I come to see my master.” The boy said quickly.

Qi Principle looked at the tall woman with a look of surprise in his eyes: "Booger Fairy, I didn't expect to see you here. It's such a fate."

 He glanced at the tall woman's hand.

 The nails on the fingers have long been flush, and the long nails probably need to be trimmed soon.

He couldn't help but sigh, these geniuses just listened to his advice. When he said that picking noses with long nails and nail polish was not good, they immediately cut off their nails and used Taoism instead.

When Fairy Fengyue heard this, the look on her face changed drastically, and her anger gradually rose.

  Recently, the most famous person in Yunzhong City, apart from the top three in the list of geniuses, is her, and she has the nickname of the Booger Fairy.

Even her sisters used this to mock her.

 Some time ago, one of her suitors secretly gave her a magic spell. When she opened it, it was a nose-picking spell!

 She is so angry!

I wish I could beat up Mr. Dazhi and Qi Yuan.

However, she did not bully the weak after all. She just thought that after the war between the Eastern Prodigies begins, she must challenge Qi Yuan to make him remember a little longer.

 Nowadays, when someone she doesn’t know calls her the Booger Fairy, how can she not get angry?

 “Who are you?” She looked at Qi Yuan, furious.

If the other person didn't give an explanation, she would have to beat him up.

"I...the Blood-clothed Sword God." Qi Yuan calmly announced his name.

"What? Blood-clothed Sword God?" Fairy Fengyue was stunned.

 Fear and awe surged into my heart.

 She did not participate in the Fish and Dragon Feast, nor did she see the Blood-clothed Sword God.

 But she naturally knows how powerful and terrifying the Blood-clothed Sword God is.

That was a ruthless person, the ruthless person who single-handedly destroyed the Palace of Light.

 Why is he here?

Fairy Fengyue would never suspect that the man in blood-clothed clothes in front of her was a fake.

 Because, the blood-clothed sword **** has a vicious reputation.

 No one dares to fake it.

Furthermore, many people know that the Blood-clothed Sword God provoked Venerable Yeqiong and almost offended Venerable Yeqiong.

 Faking the bloody-robed sword god, isn’t this looking for death?

As for the blood-clothed sword **** in front of her, she took a serious look at it and could not tell her strength at all.

It must be the Blood-clothed Sword God!

 Her heart was filled with fear and sorrow.

Does even a big guy like the Blood-clothed Sword God know his... Booger Fairy's name?

　　It is not a problem for a senior of Blood-clothed Sword God's level to live for ten thousand years.

In other words, at least for ten thousand years, she will not be able to take off her title of Booger Fairy.

“Senior, please wait a moment, I will inform my ancestors now!”

“You can take me in directly to save time.” Qi Yuan said casually.

 Fairy Fengyue's expression changed, and she finally nodded.

 At this time, deep inside the palace.

 Feng Lan is playing chess with the master of Yunzhongting.

“I didn’t expect that such a big thing would happen within a month of coming to Cuiyun Continent.” Feng Lan sighed with emotion.

The master of Yunzhongting also showed a melancholy look: "Who would have thought that the Guangming Palace, which was so powerful, would be destroyed overnight.

This bloody-robed sword **** is really a killing god.

I really don’t know how he destroyed the Guangming Palace.

Could it be that, as he said, the fall of the sun that day really had something to do with him? "

"How is that possible?" Feng Lan shook her head, "There can only be one person in this world, you know."

Hearing this, the master of Yunzhong Court also fell silent and did not dare to say anything more.

 It is taboo for the venerable, and it is also the venerable one.

At this time, Feng Lan said with a worried look on her face: "The battle between the Eastern Land Prodigies is over, I have to go back quickly, it is too dangerous to stay in Cuiyun Continent.

The catastrophe didn’t kill me, so it would be unlucky to die here. "

 He is very afraid of the **** sword god.

 Because, he is now in charge of the war between the Eastern Territory Prodigies and serves the three Yin Gods.

 Nominally, he can be regarded as a temporary subordinate of the Lord Yepo.

If the Blood-clothed Sword God knew this.

According to their understanding of the Blood-clothed Sword God, this madman must be chopped down.

In today’s Cuiyun Continent, who is not afraid of the Blood-clothed Sword God?

Justice destroys evil?

 It’s just trolls destroying evil!

“Ancestor, the Blood-clothed Sword God is here.” At this moment, an urgent message came.

The chess piece in Feng Lan's hand suddenly fell to the ground, with a look of horror on his face.

The master of Yunzhongting looked surprised: "What's wrong with fellow Taoist?"

“No, I have to run quickly, the **** sword **** is coming to kill me!” Feng Lan was extremely frightened, with a look of grief on her face.

 As he spoke, he was about to leave.

 However, he did not run out in the end.

 Because, before he could leave, he felt himself being stared at by a pair of terrifying eyes.

“You are ready to run when you see me. Are you a bad person?

If he is a bad person, I, the Blood-clothed Sword God, must do justice for heaven! "Qi Yuan's lazy voice came.

Even though Feng Lan was in Zifu, his soul couldn't help but tremble. His face was distorted: "I didn't run...I need to urinate...I need to urinate."

"You Feng family are really weird. One is picking his nose, and the other is in need of urination." Qi Yuan looked at Feng Yue and then at Feng Lan.

Hearing this, Feng Lan was a little embarrassed, and a flicker of doubt flashed in her heart.

 Because, judging from the blood-clothed sword god’s intention, is he not here to kill him?

He looked at Qi Yuan with respect on his face: "I wonder what the bloody-robed Sword God has come to see me for?"

Today, where he still has the temperament of Zifu's power, it is like a small 瘪 三.

 After all, facing the Yin God, he was just in awe.

Facing the **** sword god, it was pure fear.

 After all, this is a big devil.

“I signed up for the Eastern Prodigy Competition some time ago.” Qi Yuan said and found a chair to sit down at random.

Feng Lan was stunned for a moment.

The Blood-clothed Sword God signed up to fight among the geniuses of the East?

 A big boss from the Zi Mansion signed up for the Eastern Territory Prodigy Battle. What was he doing?

“Unfortunately, I have been studying the martial arts recently and have entered a critical stage, so I cannot participate in the Eastern Land Prodigy Battle.

 Can the time for the Eastern Land Prodigy War be postponed to a later date? Qi Yuan asked gently.

 His tone was very kind because he was asking for help.

"Senior...the war between the Eastern Prodigies cannot be postponed." Feng Lan was puzzled and said with an embarrassed look on her face.

 The age of the Blood-clothed Sword God must be long live, right?

 At such an advanced age, there is no way he can enter the battlefield where the heroes of the East are fighting.

Feng Lan told Qi Yuan the reason why it couldn't be delayed. It was simply that the opening time of the secret realm was fixed and could not be changed artificially.

At this time, Qi Yuan looked at Feng Lan: "Do you think I am stronger or weaker than the top ten geniuses on the Dongtu Tianjiao list?"

Feng Lan was confused.

 The boss is here to make fun of him, right?

 “Of course it’s the seniors who are stronger!” He answered cautiously.

“Look, you admit that I am strong. Does that mean that as long as I participate in the Eastern Land Prodigy Battle, I will definitely be able to enter the top twenty?”

"Yes." Feng Lan could only nod. He glanced at Qi Yuan and said weakly, "Senior's age is a bit too old. Only young people under 200 years old can participate in the Eastern Land Prodigy Battle."

"I am very young. I am only twenty...not even thirty years old this year." Qi Yuan affirmed.

 Qi Yuan originally wanted to tell the truth.

 But when he thought about it, he was already married to Xiao Jian.

 Getting married before the age of 20 violated the marriage law, so she falsely reported her age.

 In the room, Yun Zhongting watched this scene and did not dare to speak.

Fairy Feng Yue stood aside, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

Feng Lan looked hard: "Senior... he does look very young."

“It’s not what it looks like, it’s what it is!” Qi Yuan corrected Feng Lan’s mistake.

“So, my strength is up to standard and my age is suitable. If I participate in the Eastern Prodigy Battle, I can definitely reach the top ten, not to mention the top three, right?

Since the results are the same, we won’t pursue the process and just put me in the top ten. "Qi Yuan said domineeringly.

I have to say, this feeling of going through the back door is really cool.

Feng Lan was speechless.

Blood-clothed Sword God, are you speaking in human language?

If it were anyone else, even in the late Zifu period, he would dare to yell shamelessly.

 But facing the **** sword god, he really didn’t dare to refute.

"This matter needs to be reported to the three Yinshen Lords. The younger one...has no right to decide." Feng Lan said weakly.

"Then you report quickly and the results will come out as soon as possible." Qi Yuan said quickly, and his voice became colder, "If you maliciously prevent me from taking the Eastern Prodigy to fight for the top twenty, you are an enemy of me!"

Hearing this, Feng Lan felt cold sweat break out on his forehead: "I'll report it right away!"

 Given him ten lives, he would not dare to be an enemy of the Blood-clothed Sword God.

 The experience of Guangming Palace is still vivid in my mind.

 Having been passed down for thousands of years, the top power in Cuiyun Continent will be destroyed if they say it will be destroyed!

 (End of this chapter)