Until this moment, Peng Wanli couldn't figure out a problem. Even if he arrived in a completely unfamiliar world and his strength had declined, at least he still maintained the True Lord level. It was impossible for him to be injured by those villagers with only brute force.
, even if you stand by yourself
If they didn't move, no matter how many days they used their knives to chop them, they wouldn't be able to hurt a single hair. But the reality was... I was beaten to the point of breaking my muscles and bones by these barbaric villagers with bone clubs, and I was about to die...
...How could I accept such an unreasonable thing?
However, when he saw the pile of things pointed by the young man, he suddenly felt like he was struck by five thunders. In the corner of this earthen cave dwelling, there was a broken lamp, a half-tattered robe, and a red flag. At first glance, this red flag seemed ordinary.
, only monks can vaguely feel the vast immortal energy hidden inside, and he even recognizes this flag.
"This is... Zhenhai Red Immortal Flag! Little thief, how dare you..."
The astonishing treasure of the East Pearl Gate is said to have infinite magical powers. At that time, the incompetent ancestor spread his flag, rolled up the stars, swallowed the sun and moon, suppressed millions of miles, and had endless power. Later, as the incompetent ancestor jumped on his horse and passed away under the third month,
From now on, I would never leave this world again. Who would have thought that I would end up living in another world, and be left rotten and broken in this corner to gather dust...
"...Nine Heavens Lotus Lantern, Red Refined Fierce Sun Immortal Clothes...Two Instruments Binding Immortal Rope...Four Symbol Tribulation Pagoda...These, these are all Taoist Lords...No, the immortal weapons used by true immortals, why...
"
"Look at your surprise, are these things awesome?" The boy picked his nostrils with his little finger and muttered: "They are all left by people who came one step ahead of you. Do you want to call them seniors? They are just like you,
He was awesome when he came, but he was quickly dealt with. When he died, he always said that if he had half a day to recover, he would wash the village with blood and kill him.
All the people... just said that, can they still give him half a day? Of course he will be killed. There was one who was quite strong. After he died, his bones became so big that the villagers picked him up.
Come for hunting, the effect is very good, it is said to be more effective than a bow and arrow, I guess this is the one that will smash your head... I also kept one, and put it there to press the paper..."
"...The Wisdom Gen Taoist!"
Peng Wanli's eyesight went dark, and he almost fainted. On the stack of books that was shaking in the corner, there was a piece of white bones. Although the blood was exhausted and the color was dim, it couldn't help exuding immortal energy. It was the remains of a true immortal, although it was not yet alive.
After training, he is still better than many deities
The top-level treasure weapon is even more powerful. It contains the laws of the Dao that a true immortal understood during his lifetime. When he waved it, it was as if he had the Dao in his hand. It had a suppressive effect on the monks. If it were in the original world, it would be a useless weapon that everyone would rush to grab.
The most precious treasure.
A mere true king, frightened by the supreme power of a true immortal, is naturally not as good as a fart. No wonder his magic power is ineffective. He was smashed by a bone stick and his body was completely defeated. His indestructible body was completely destroyed...
…only,
A true immortal, transcendent, respected Taoist ancestor, the top of the monk's path, in the end, instead of ascending to transcendence and becoming an eternal existence, he was buried in another world without his whole body and bones... and he was used in such a humiliating way...
…
The road to immortality is difficult. Who has achieved something on the road to immortality without working hard, racking their brains, and giving up countless things that are difficult to give up? They have gone through endless suffering, sacrificed most of their lives, and finally gained something like this...
ending?
Thinking of his own life and everything he had sacrificed, Peng Wanli almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He had practiced hard all his life just for such an ending. Look at those "seniors" who were one step ahead of him...even before he became a true immortal. , they are also all-powerful, top figures in the entire era of Wei Zhen. Now they have fallen into this end. If they had known this, would they have ascended? Would they have insisted on...cultivating immortals?
Regardless of these, the fact before me is that I will soon follow in their footsteps, and my thousand-year dream of cultivating immortals will be an illusion. This may be fate, or it may be the ruthless mockery of heaven, but are I willing to do so? In order to seek justice from this absurd world Tone, and in order to prevent my Taoism from losing its inheritance, maybe I should...
Countless thoughts came to him, and Peng Wanli suddenly noticed that the young man was still staring at him, "Junior, what are you looking at?"
"Oh, it's nothing. Do you want to say something? Do you have anything to give me?" The young man picked his nose and said, "I am the one responsible for collecting and burying corpses. I specialize in burying outsiders like you. If I am still alive, I will also help record my last words, so as to help you leave something in this world."
"You are right. I have a skill that I want to teach you in return for your kindness in collecting burials. Remember..."
"It's true. You outsiders are always like this. When you come here, you are not afraid of death. You run rampant. If you are really going to die, you are busy trying to keep things. I am really afraid of you..."
"This technique is extremely powerful, but it uses killing to clear the way, which is extremely violent. You need to be careful..."
The technique that I was going to teach was the Blood Shadow Evil Technique of the Demon Cult. When I killed a demon in my early years, I accidentally got it from his pocket. I was amazed by the magic and mystery of the content, but also feared the blood-devouring transformation. The magic technique of the devil has been hidden and sealed, and now... there is just a chance to deliver it to the "destined person".
"Yes, yes, they say you are always like this, don't you believe it? You are almost dead. If you want to leave a treasure, why don't you leave someone who will benefit the world? If you insist on leaving some murderous one, let someone do it for you. Killing people everywhere, I think you foreigners are mentally ill, right?"
The young man frowned, rummaged through the debris at the back for a while, took out a torn book with a stained cover, threw it in front of Peng Wanli, and said: "You said that person named Hui Gendao also left I bought a similar book, and it’s similar to what you said. Anyway, it’s almost the same. You can help me see which one is better. I’ll keep the good one, and don’t take out the bad one..."
"...No, the Immortal Phoenix Nirvana Sword!"
Peng Wanli's eyes almost bulged out. The Taoist Lord is indeed a Taoist Lord. The secret book left by the Huigen Taoist is the supreme secret of Fengyin Shrine. Back then, the Immortal Phoenix Nirvana Sword wiped out the world with blood. Although the practitioner was only the Emperor, he was able to defeat him. Tianzun and Daojun ran away with their heads in their hands, invincible for a moment. Compared with them, the Blood Shadow Evil Art was like child's play. It was not on the same level at all. If not for his fate, Peng Wanli would have even wanted to open the secret book immediately and read the shocking secrets inside. .
With such a stunning skill in front of him, how can he master something like the Blood Shadow Evil Art? Thinking of his last plot before his death being revealed, like a child doing bad things and being caught by an adult, Peng Wanli felt ashamed and ashamed. Blood spurted out.
"Wow..."
"Hey, don't be too busy spitting blood. Alas, there are so many chaotic outsiders. The most troublesome thing is you immortals. Even the lunatic who wants to stuff iron pieces into my brain is not difficult for you to deal with. I just said a few words.
Just spit out blood, your mental quality is so poor, don’t pretend to be dead, just die! It’s rare for me to meet a living person, so I still want to ask you a few questions!”
"You...what are you asking?"
"Ah, I just want to ask, what is an immortal? Is it amazing? Why do you all look so awesome? Among all the outsiders, you are the most stupid. And what do you mean by ants? When you meet people
Just... are you calling me Mr., Miss, or Uncle? Then you are very polite."
Peng Wanli was silenced by the question. He wanted to try to let the young man understand that the power of a monk could move mountains and seas. In comparison, ordinary people are naturally like ants. But with his current miserable situation, saying such words is just asking for trouble.
Disgraceful, totally unworthy.
"You don't want to say it? Then you can change the question. Why do you hate this world so much? You are all going to die, and you still have people go around killing you for you? Can killing people make you immortal or resurrected? This world owes you a debt.
Yours?"
Speaking of this, Peng Wanli had something to say, "...You, you don't know, we have been practicing for nearly ten thousand years and how much hard work we have gone through to achieve today's cultivation, ascend to immortality, but end up like this! Heaven's way
How unfair? Can’t I take revenge on this unfair world?”
"...It's not even ten thousand years. I've been practicing for ten thousand years, but I still have this kind of mind. I get angry when I talk to you, and I blush when I say a few words to you. No wonder you haven't become immortals after practicing for so long."
"You...this...this is..."
Peng Wanli was speechless. He was a great lord, but he was contradicted by a mortal kid. Normally, he would have been crushed to death with one finger. But now, even if he was crushed to death, it would only be a sign of "the mind that has practiced for thousands of years is not good".
Jing's accusation made her feel anxious, and another large mouthful of blood spurted out.
"Wow! Another spurt of blood? As for that? I'm just asking casually. Are all those who have practiced for ten thousand years like you? If I had known better, I wouldn't have asked. In fact, you don't have to hate it so much. You are unlucky. Here comes Xiaojiao.
The village was killed by them, but you also killed their people, one life is worth one life, that's enough! You must have killed others before, right? Then you have made money, why should you still hate it?"
Peng Wanli just couldn't answer the previous words, but when he heard this sentence, Peng Wanli felt as if he was struck by thunder. He thought of a question that had been gradually forgotten since he embarked on the path to immortality.
...When others kill me, I feel so miserable and hate so much, then if I kill others, they also feel so pain? So hateful?
With this thought, the countless vendettas I have experienced in my life are vividly before my eyes. In order to snatch immortal treasures, I kill people at every turn. In order to offend my immortal power, I kill ants at will... If I kill countless evildoers, the blood on my hands will be more than thousands.
Tens of thousands? When I was proud, they were just ants. It was not until I was crippled and about to die that I realized that there was no difference between the two sides... Immortals, immortals, how can immortals not be human anymore?
In order to climb to the top of the immortal road, I have climbed up on countless corpses of the same kind in my life, and my feet are covered with a sea of blood. And among those beings who can respect Taoist ancestors, who has not come this way? Although Taoism does not have the karma of Buddhism,
Said, But all things end together, Peng Wanli thought of the murderous karma he had created in this life, and the faces of those ants who died under his own hands, suddenly he was sweating profusely, and endless regret came to his heart.
...The way of heaven is spiritual. How can I become an immortal when I trample my fellow beings and despise the way of heaven? What qualifications do I have to become an immortal? Being sent here and encountering this fate is indeed the retribution that I deserve, and it is not unfair at all...
In an instant, all his resentment disappeared. Peng Wanli tried his best to hold himself up and nodded to the young man in thanks.
"... I have been foolish all my life, but finally I got some enlightenment from my little friend, which comforts me in this life... Thank you very much."