Lord of the Great Tribulation

Chapter 57 New World

Wilderness, nameless ruined temple.

A 'corpse' wearing a Taoist robe fell to the ground, next to a pool of dark red blood.

Suddenly, the 'corpse' moved, turned over and sat up: "The flowers wither and bloom again, and I will come again when the flowers bloom...Unexpectedly...I can really live the fourth life! It's nice to be young!"

Fang Xian touched his young body, then looked at his chest, feeling a sharp pain.

Especially to the right of the heart, a bloodstain is slowly healing.

"Is this... someone once pierced the heart with a sword? Fortunately, relying on the 'Li Daitao Zombie Method' that I practiced, I was able to fake my death... Wait, how do I know this?"

Fang Xian's expression changed, and there was a "boom" in his mind, and a lot of memories emerged.

"I am Zhou Yuan... I was adopted by my master when I was young... I taught spells..."

"This is a world of fairy tales... The territory is extremely vast, and there are masters of Taoism, orthodox Xuanmen, heretics, scattered immortals of the East China Sea, demon heads of the heavens, Western Buddhism, etc... Even in the secular world, there are also legends of swordsmen and swordsmen. ..."

Recalling the last picture, it is a sharp sword piercing the heart, and a young man with sword eyebrows and starry eyes.

The phrase 'the demon will suffer death' still rings in my ears.

"This reincarnation, something went wrong!"

Fang Xian's expression changed.

The previous two times, he had awakened Su Hui when he was a baby. This time, he didn't overcome the mystery of a broken fetus until his body was on the verge of death and under a powerful impact.

"I can feel that I am not possessed or seized. Zhou Yuan is also me, but after reincarnation, I lost all memory... Why is this happening? Is it different in the world? Or is there a problem with Goldfinger?"

There is no doubt that this world also has the concept of 'samsara'.

Those who practice Taoism and become immortals, if they encounter a catastrophe of heaven, man, demon, love, etc., cannot overcome it, they can only be relieved by soldiers, and a ray of soul will be reincarnated and repaired, and then arrange disciples and senior Taoists to save him .

But it's just a 'small reincarnation', not comparable to Fang Xian's 'big reincarnation' reincarnated in a different world.

For this kind of reincarnation, the mystery in the womb is a big hurdle, and very few people can awaken the former wisdom, which is limited by the way of heaven.

"Perhaps this is what influenced me? Another possibility is that Goldfinger made a mistake?"

Fang Xian's face was serious: "No matter which one, it's not a good thing, unfortunately, I can't solve it..."

He sat cross-legged, embracing the yuan and guarding the body, and adjusted his breath for a long time. He finally sorted out all kinds of memories and completely controlled his body.

"Revenge! Revenge!"

An obsession, entangled in my heart.

This is Zhou Yuan's hatred, and it is also Fang Xian's own.

Zhou Yuan's master is a wandering Taoist, he can be regarded as a top-notch heretic, without any inheritance, only some superficial spells.

Among them, there is a "five yin pockets", which imitate the authentic "hundred treasure bags" and "cosmos bags" of Taoism. Yin Qi Heisuo against the enemy.

In order to refine the "five yin pockets", Taoist wandering is collecting materials everywhere.

Now guessing, it should have provoked the enemy, not only was he killed, but even the apprentice Zhou Yuan was killed by a young knight while waiting at the agreed place.

"I, a cultivator in the 'Yanfa' realm, was actually chopped down by a martial arts master. It's really..."

After understanding the ins and outs, Fang Xian couldn't help being speechless.

Cultivating the Tao in this world is divided into seven realms: 'Derivation Method', 'Fu Zhong', 'Supernatural Power', 'Golden Elixir', 'Faxiang', 'Original Spirit', and 'Crossing Tribulation'.

Before the 'Yan Fa', they were all mortal wombs, and those martial arts masters, innate masters, etc., were also classified as first-rate mortals.

It's just that people who practice Taoism do not reach a high level, and they are also flesh and blood, and many of them are cut down by those of a low level.

For example, those Taoist orthodox "Second Generations of Immortals" often hold flying swords and magic weapons to chase a group of old demons and famous masters to the ground.

Zhou Yuan didn't practice many killing techniques, so he was suddenly attacked, so he could only use a 'stand-in technique' to conceal the past.

It's a pity that he didn't practice well enough, so he still had injuries on his body.

Fang Xian checked his body and found that it was clean and smooth. Whether it was the money or other items he carried with him, he was confiscated. He couldn't help cursing: "Grandson Gui is very good at killing people and searching for corpses!"

After flipping through it, he found that there were still some scattered talisman papers, writing brushes, etc., which were probably discarded casually by the other party because they did not like them. He immediately cursed them for not knowing what they were dealing with, immediately put them away, and left the ruined temple.

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"Those who practice the law, or embrace the essence and keep the one, visualize and preserve the spirit, meditate and practice qi, or swallow pills, talisman water... no matter what the method is, as long as a mana can be generated in the body, it will be counted as the threshold and become a master." Practitioners..."

Inside a cave.

Fang Xian sat cross-legged, mobilized the magic power in his body, circulated it out of the body, and flew away, everything was as good as he wanted. It was better than the innate true energy.

"Sure enough, the world is different, and the chances are completely different. The great master of the previous world is just a mortal here, and he may not be willing to accept him as a servant of the immortal family..."

He sighed: "It's a pity that my mana is cultivated by heretics after all. Compared with the orthodox disciples of Xuanmen, there is at least ten times the gap..."

Heretic casual cultivators have no inheritance, their skills are crude, and their alchemy is like the moon in water, like a flower in a mirror.

As for the authentic disciples of Xuanmen, the magic power they cultivated at the beginning is top-grade, and the difference is widened by ten times and a hundred times. In addition, the powerful magic weapon flying sword, amazing supernatural powers and formulas are constantly weighted, and in the end they are not doing addition. , but doing multiplication.

Therefore, at a low level, it is not uncommon for Taoist orthodox disciples to fight ten or eight other sects casual cultivators, just like playing. It is not uncommon for any kind of talisman to kill supernatural powers and supernatural powers to destroy golden pills.

How difficult is it to get a positive result among heretics?

"Sigh... Why can't I pass by the disciples of those big sects? Wait a minute... The experts in this world are used to being able to figure things out, so it doesn't seem good..."

"Huh? Now that I have broken through to Grandmaster, I may be able to comprehend the "Copy of the Secret Records of the Cave" again."

Fang Xian's eyes lit up, and he didn't act immediately, but looked at the attribute bar:

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[Talent: Eye of the Profound Cave]

[Realm: Evolution]

[Li Daitao's stiff technique: Xiaocheng]

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"The Hunyuan Zhenqi and the White Tiger's Seven Evil Killing Techniques are gone. After all, I have never practiced martial arts in this body, but I am already proficient in it. It will only take a few months to pick it back up. But only a fool throws watermelons and picks up sesame seeds to cultivate immortality." If you don't do it and go practice martial arts, are you showing off your brains?"

"It's Yujianshu, you can pick it up, and it's emergency. It's just that there are flying swords in this world, known as the king of magic weapons. One sword can break ten thousand spells. The Shushan Sword School is even more powerful. This can only be regarded as a small method of repelling and controlling things. I dare to say that what I sacrificed is a flying sword, which can make people laugh off their big teeth..."

Fang Xian pondered slowly, and gradually made a decision.

(End of this chapter)